4th August, 2019
1:12 am

The night was dark and silent, with no moons and stars. On the left corner of an empty street, there was a big house with a silver gate in front of it. On the opposite side of the house, across the street, there was a street light, which was flickering .

Sharun, a thrity three year old man owns that big house. He lived there alone. He was sleeping on his bed, wearing a green night suit. The cellphone kept on the table, to his right was vibrating.

The homescreen of the phone showed twenty one missed calls and eight text messages from three unknown numbers.

Sharun wakes up hearing loud noice of tires screeching . He goes to the window, moves the curtain and looks outside. He sees a black Camaro, parked near the flickering street light. When he turns around to go back to the bed, he notices his cellphone's flash light. He walks forward, towards the table to pickup his phone. When he reaches the table , he feels like someone is watching him. He quickly turna around and finds a pale skinny man starring at him.

Shocked to see a man in his bedroom, Sharun jumps on the bed and tries to reach his pillow. But, the man jumps on the bed and gives a drop kick to Sharun, on his ribs. Groaning with pain, Sharun rolls down of the bed. The man jumps over Sharun and applies a sleeper hold on him. Few seconds later Sharun's face turned red and hands became numb.  Sharun opens his mouth wide ans takes a deep breath. He gets back up on his feet  by carrying the man on his back.

Sharun then, launches himself on to the wall on his left, which hurts both of them. Both falls down on the floor, the man looses his hold on Sharun. Seeing Sharun struggling to get back  on his feet, the man hits Sharun with a running knee. Blood drips drown from Sharun's nose.

'Hijo de Puta'     says the man. Looking at Sharun, who was lying on the floor.

Then, The man does a ranger roll and scoops Sharun's body in a fireman's carry and throws him towards  the cupboard, to the mirror. Sharun hits the mirror, the broken pieces of mirror falls over his body. The man slowly walks closer to Sharun. When tge man reaches ckoser to Sgarun, Sharun grabs a piece of glass and stabs him, on his left foot. Screeming in pain, the man falls down down. Sharun picks up the man, by his legs and swings him on to the bed. The man's head hirs on the beds corner.

Few minutes later, the man opens his eyes. He was in a room with red light, sitting naked on a chair with his hands and legs tied on to it.

'Who are you?'      asks Sharun, taking a sip of water from a blue plastic bottle.

'Fuck you.'     says the man. And spits on Sharun's face.

Sharun takes the mans shirt, which was on the floor and cleans his face with it.

Sharun goes to the kitchen, he takes the shirt with him. When he comes back to the room, the distinct smell of kerosene spreads in the room. Sharun had dipped the shirt in kerosene.

Sharun comes closer to the man, plants his knee on the mans left thigh and gags him. He then, takes a lighter kept near the window and lights up the cloth.

Few minutes later, the man was dead. The internal organs, the mouth muscles , eyes and tongue were burned. Sharun takes some photos of the man's dead body and sends it to Rameez.

'They are here. I don't know why but, he was speacking spanish.'    Sharun texts Rameez.

Sharun keeps his phone on the rable and goes to the kitchen.

Phone's notifucation rings.

Sharun comes back to the room with a big, seven foot long black plastic bag in his hand. He keeps the bag on the table and checks the phone.

Rameez had replied to his text message.

Rameez replied     'Jf the wolves of Burgundy are speacking Spanish, I think we are not alone. We are in the big league now amd we need to be more careful. '