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Human God
Galav was on the way to Paris, France aboard an Air India flight. Past few days had been tough for him, with all the pressure of the work and some other very personal reasons. He loved his job. It was the only thing that gave him joy, it was not the reason for his distress. It was the feeling in him, of confusion and desolation that was ripping him apart. A few days ago, he had thought about his childhood, he remembered everything but, wasn't sure he had done any of it. Gathering up his thoughts, he probably felt that work pressure was getting to him. He should relax.
Galav's past was not so good. He had a nasty divorce a year back, that had completely broken him. His kids chose to stay with their mother. He had anger and drinking problems since last year. When he returned to his work after 3 months break, he felt good. His mind was somehow more efficient now. He had solved some great cases and that had earned him this job in the G-150 task force. The problems had persisted but, were well hidden from the world. It was his work that had kept him alive.
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"What? How is that even possible?", exclaimed Cox from his satellite phone on his way to Paris. "What do mean they just vanished? The facility has the best security systems available on the darn planet for god's sake! Where did they go? What are the leads?"
"What do you mean you don't know?", said Larry, furious now. The agent told his that only lead is a person entering the facility with a suitcase. "I want everything on that man within the hour. Is that clear to you agent?...Good. We can not afford to have mad criminals roaming around and wrecking havoc." He slammed the phone shut. Just about when he was going to keep the phone on the desk in front of him, it rang again. "What is it now?" said Larry irritated.
"This is FBI headquarters Special Agent Cox. There is an update on the jailbreaks.", said a sturdy female voice.
"Did you say jailbreaks?", said Cox.
"Yes sir, there have been multiple jailbreaks of similar kind as that of Kapchov Facility. The number is 38 and the number of convicts missing is 430,000 instead of 2,000." Larry felt as if someone had punched him in his stomach.
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You are free. You are free. You are free. Fear him. Fear him. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry...
Jakati's head was ringing. He had no idea where he was. The buildings were tall and it was night. He was so hungry. He hadn't eaten in ages. The headache was killing him.
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Food. Food. Food. Smell. Smell. So many people. So many people. So many people. Food Food Food. Smell. Where are you? Where are you? You are free. You are free...
He was free, he realized. He could eat anything. He could eat anyone, like in the old days. There was a woman in front of him. She was holding onto something. Something that smelled good.
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry...
It was a child. He had been taught at the prison not to do that. He wouldn't do it.
HUNGRY. HUNGRY. HUNGRY!
He cried and lunged forward.
There was a scream. A scream that could be heard two blocks down the road.
To be continued...
Human God
Galav was on the way to Paris, France aboard an Air India flight. Past few days had been tough for him, with all the pressure of the work and some other very personal reasons. He loved his job. It was the only thing that gave him joy, it was not the reason for his distress. It was the feeling in him, of confusion and desolation that was ripping him apart. A few days ago, he had thought about his childhood, he remembered everything but, wasn't sure he had done any of it. Gathering up his thoughts, he probably felt that work pressure was getting to him. He should relax.
Galav's past was not so good. He had a nasty divorce a year back, that had completely broken him. His kids chose to stay with their mother. He had anger and drinking problems since last year. When he returned to his work after 3 months break, he felt good. His mind was somehow more efficient now. He had solved some great cases and that had earned him this job in the G-150 task force. The problems had persisted but, were well hidden from the world. It was his work that had kept him alive.
**********
"What? How is that even possible?", exclaimed Cox from his satellite phone on his way to Paris. "What do mean they just vanished? The facility has the best security systems available on the darn planet for god's sake! Where did they go? What are the leads?"
"What do you mean you don't know?", said Larry, furious now. The agent told his that only lead is a person entering the facility with a suitcase. "I want everything on that man within the hour. Is that clear to you agent?...Good. We can not afford to have mad criminals roaming around and wrecking havoc." He slammed the phone shut. Just about when he was going to keep the phone on the desk in front of him, it rang again. "What is it now?" said Larry irritated.
"This is FBI headquarters Special Agent Cox. There is an update on the jailbreaks.", said a sturdy female voice.
"Did you say jailbreaks?", said Cox.
"Yes sir, there have been multiple jailbreaks of similar kind as that of Kapchov Facility. The number is 38 and the number of convicts missing is 430,000 instead of 2,000." Larry felt as if someone had punched him in his stomach.
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You are free. You are free. You are free. Fear him. Fear him. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Hungry...
Jakati's head was ringing. He had no idea where he was. The buildings were tall and it was night. He was so hungry. He hadn't eaten in ages. The headache was killing him.
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry. Food. Food. Food. Smell. Smell. So many people. So many people. So many people. Food Food Food. Smell. Where are you? Where are you? You are free. You are free...
He was free, he realized. He could eat anything. He could eat anyone, like in the old days. There was a woman in front of him. She was holding onto something. Something that smelled good.
Hungry. Hungry. Hungry...
It was a child. He had been taught at the prison not to do that. He wouldn't do it.
HUNGRY. HUNGRY. HUNGRY!
He cried and lunged forward.
There was a scream. A scream that could be heard two blocks down the road.
To be continued...