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Caged Revenge
by
Tanvir Mohammed Abdul.
Limitation, the unavoidable confinement and savoir, it is a factor that halts
the over construction of something to otherwise negate a possible negativity
within. Everything has its limits, and even I myself, am limited to the number
of continuous mental rejuvenation that I must go through every day. I had the
best I could, borne the thousand injuries that my friend had caused me. We we’re
working partners; Everett and I, two wealthy men and of course two jolly good
friends. But I began to despise this man for he had abandoned our friendship and
ventured into the world of mockery. He tinted my name, my class and reputation
with a stain intolerable! Little does this man know, that my tolerance is
limited, and the efforts of my healing from his wounds have already subsided,
and I Scarlett Powers will assure this man pay a deadly price.
It was evening, the sky was dim but had strides or reddish clouds creeping in.
It was mid-October and a hot feeling interrupted the naturally cold sensations
of this season, for I was hosting a grand dinner at my mansion and Everett was
to attend, this mere anxiety caused me to oppose the cold temperature, thus I
knew that I was to dispose of Everett here today.
Dusk arrived, and the superb dinner had come to an end, Due to his playful and
childish nature mixed with his current drunk state, Everett decided to stay
longer at my manor. We were longed into conversation, and to speak in all
honesty, I felt as if he really was my friend. But he was not, and it disgusted
me to watch how he was taking me as a friend yet knowing that he would betray
this seemingly blissful friendship to venture of into the world of insult. So I
waited no longer and led him convincingly to a chamber deep within my manor.
‘What’s this lad?’ shouted Everett gleefully.
‘Oh nothing but a chamber’
‘Oh don’t you start your games lad! I know there’s something my old pals got in
here!’
‘Clever guess, old friend. Why this is the chamber that holds one of my finest
treasures, that I so happen to have the intension of sharing with you!’
‘Oh! What kind of a treasure is this?’
Out of a compartment deep within my chamber, I brought out a bottle of wine.
‘Behold old friend! Tonight we shall have our cheers with the finest of red wine
in the country! I’ve been saving this treat for the both of us’
‘My, oh my, the same old fancy Scarlett! Why I’d be delighted to have taste of
this rare gold!’
‘Excellent! Now then, let us proceed to my most exquisite dining room.’
Thus we entered my exquisite dining room and sat down at a marble table. With a
smile I poured the red wine into gold cup and insisted on him to taste it.
Naturally he drank the whole cup with no hesitation, for he prided himself as
being a dear friend with alcohol.
‘In the many names of god! This is remarkable! Oh may the maker bless the hands
that created such a delicacy!’ said Everett in tones full of spree.
‘Why yes this is true bliss to the taste.’
‘Ha! You humour me lad, you speak of taste without even tasting it?’
‘I’ve tasted all that lingered upon this tongue of which had a will strong
enough to bare them. But today I will sooth this tongue and heal its bitter pain
for I shall feed it a meal to cease its helpless drooling.’
Suddenly, Everett’s ecstatic mood was defragmented into hints of cautious
awareness. With an abstruse face he began.
‘What exactly do you speak of?’
‘Everett you know, that you have wronged me many times in the past and present.
But you will no longer, for I have tasted victory’
‘Victory!? Huh…’
‘Oh my, such a blustery tone you use, as if you know my plot, well what was
expected will not be hidden from you, old friend… Everett your drink contained
poison, but it doesn’t end here. As you know I want to see you cringe, struggle
and collapse before my towering stature, so let me tell you this…you may still
live for there is an antidote hidden within this room.
‘You malevolent scum!’
‘Staggering accusations will not substitute an antidote, you best begin to
look.’
His mind like one of a beasts’ and this dining room like a cage that confined
him, had he left my domain he dies, but if he lingers with no intention he will
again perish. I turned a fancy treasure into a zoo of madness with an animal
struggling to find his sanity while entertaining my own.
It didn’t take long before he had found the antidote which was sitting in a far
shelf within the dining room. And as soon as his hands grasped it, a snicker was
brought out of his face once terrified.
‘Guess the poisons too late, and your childish mind that enjoys games just gave
you an aftershock.’ said Everett while drinking the antidote.
‘My game… that, I have won the moment you drank the antidote. Inside that
antidote, that very savoir you danced for inside my manor today was the actual
poison.’
His face, petrified. No words slit through his lips for the shattering sound of
the bottle he dropped reflected exactly how he felt. Feeling the brutal affects
of the poison he kneeled in pain, and as he had done so I summoned a painful yet
pleasing smile.
My task was done. And even though I knew the consequences that would come I was
satisfied, for this cold sin was the only remedy I knew that could heal such
painful scars.
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