I was driving the car and my friend is beside me in the passengers seat. We were in a very difficult situation so as to escape from the dangerous goons chasing us like hell. My friend was firing at them by peeping out from the window. Even they were firing at us. I was stuck in the traffic at typical junction on indian roads. Goons also were stuck 2-3 cars behind us in the traffic. Suddenly i have seen on the face of the goons through my rear mirror and recognized him. I asked my friend to stop firing and got down from the car to walk towards the goons.
They were around 20-30 goons chasing us who got down from their cars. I spoke to them as i knew them somehow. They were shouting at me and wanted to kill my friend. I took them into a side street away from the main road as we were stopping the traffic. I negotiated with them but they were not in a mood to listen to me. They had knives and guns with them. I pleaded them to leave my friend. I also told them that my friend would come and accept his mistake if any and sorrify for what ever mistake he did. They said ok and asked me to bring my friend to them.
Now started the real drama. I was about to leave the side street then i over heard from them who were discussing themselves to finish off my friend right away when he arrives i was scared suddenly and didnt react at all. i kept walking to my friend, who was very furious over the goons who were chasing us. I pleaded him not to be violent as they are in plan to kill him. So i requested him to be calm and accept his mistakes and just say sorry to them. I dont know why and how it happened but my friend out of anger ran towards them to teach them a lesson. He was not ready to accept his mistakes.
I ran behind him but by the time i reached the entrance of the street. My friend was already walking into the goons. They did not allow me to go inside the side street, but i was able to hear the knives tearing the flesh out of my friend and i would clearly hear the death screams of my friend. I was terrified and jolted in shock. I somewhere knew that my friend was dead. Goons kicked me out of the street like a dog. I fell down on the mainroad. Got up in shock. Walked back to the car. Drove home.
I went into my friends house and found his mother working in the kitchen. I took the stairs and went to the first floor to my friends room and suddenly i heard loud screams of my friends mother saying " He is dead. He is dead. They killed him. All my life i have told him not to interfere with goons. But he never listened to me. He is now dead. Look how they killed him. Without any mercy. They cut him into pieces". I understood that the goons had thrown my friends body in front the house.
These screams travelled through my spine like drugs and made me electrified. As i turned around to step down stairs to go down i found my friends grandfather in front of me whose eyes where filled with tears. He said to me, " He used walk as if he was a hero always. Never listened to our words". Saying that he wept like a child by holding onto my shoulders. My eyes filled with tears now and i realised how coward i am/was at that moment.
By the time i was thinking of the revenge i woke up.
They were around 20-30 goons chasing us who got down from their cars. I spoke to them as i knew them somehow. They were shouting at me and wanted to kill my friend. I took them into a side street away from the main road as we were stopping the traffic. I negotiated with them but they were not in a mood to listen to me. They had knives and guns with them. I pleaded them to leave my friend. I also told them that my friend would come and accept his mistake if any and sorrify for what ever mistake he did. They said ok and asked me to bring my friend to them.
Now started the real drama. I was about to leave the side street then i over heard from them who were discussing themselves to finish off my friend right away when he arrives i was scared suddenly and didnt react at all. i kept walking to my friend, who was very furious over the goons who were chasing us. I pleaded him not to be violent as they are in plan to kill him. So i requested him to be calm and accept his mistakes and just say sorry to them. I dont know why and how it happened but my friend out of anger ran towards them to teach them a lesson. He was not ready to accept his mistakes.
I ran behind him but by the time i reached the entrance of the street. My friend was already walking into the goons. They did not allow me to go inside the side street, but i was able to hear the knives tearing the flesh out of my friend and i would clearly hear the death screams of my friend. I was terrified and jolted in shock. I somewhere knew that my friend was dead. Goons kicked me out of the street like a dog. I fell down on the mainroad. Got up in shock. Walked back to the car. Drove home.
I went into my friends house and found his mother working in the kitchen. I took the stairs and went to the first floor to my friends room and suddenly i heard loud screams of my friends mother saying " He is dead. He is dead. They killed him. All my life i have told him not to interfere with goons. But he never listened to me. He is now dead. Look how they killed him. Without any mercy. They cut him into pieces". I understood that the goons had thrown my friends body in front the house.
These screams travelled through my spine like drugs and made me electrified. As i turned around to step down stairs to go down i found my friends grandfather in front of me whose eyes where filled with tears. He said to me, " He used walk as if he was a hero always. Never listened to our words". Saying that he wept like a child by holding onto my shoulders. My eyes filled with tears now and i realised how coward i am/was at that moment.
By the time i was thinking of the revenge i woke up.
