It was dark.
The hands on the rectangular clock on the dusty wall creaked slowly towards the midnight gong. A rat crept out of its hiding place, sniffing for nibbles. Rhythmic weak snores could be heard from the master bedroom. No other sounds disturbed the otherwise-quiet night.Another minute passed by, when there was a scratching noise coming from the doorway. It sounded like somebody was trying to pick the lock. Twenty seconds of this scratching noise was followed by an audible yet muffled click. The door opened with a mild creak. Two figures could be seen moving through the doorway, and into the drawing room. Both were men of athletic build, wearing black clothes. As they moved across to the hall, the rat scurried back into its hole. The snores from the bedroom continued to penetrate the silent night.
The two men tiptoed to the bedroom, making sure to avoid stepping on the junk of stuff lying on the ground. As the man in front peered into the bedroom, the light from the window threw a gleam onto the metallic object he held in his left hand. The man signalled to his partner to cover up his face. Both men fastened their masks on, and crept into the bedroom.
As the men approached the cot where the snores were rising up from, the young man lying in it turned around and lay down on his abdomen. The snores paused for a while, and so did our men. The next three minutes passed by at a snail's pace, at the end of which the soft snoring commenced yet again. The men slowly approached the cot.
The man in front lifted the metallic object that he held in his left hand, attached a short cylindrical device to its nozzle, and aimed it at the snoring young man. He looked over his shoulder at his partner, who nodded.
CLICK.
BAM.
CLICK.
GONG.
The man looked over his shoulder once again, which made the man behind to take his fingers out of his pocket. The fingers traced the bloodstained carotid artery of the young man. He nodded once more, and pulled out his cellular phone and speed-dialled a number.
"Sir, it's done."
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12 Hours
HumorOne peaceful night, Shyam is shot down by a couple of unknown assailants for reasons best known only to them. Shyam ends up in Heaven, facing God, who gives him a second chance. Shyam gets half a day. 12 hours to prevent his own death from happening.
