No purpose was being served when God/Evolution created man. It still serves no purpose in maintaining him. Everything that has been created must be destroyed.

Why the hell then he did not die?

He should have been out there, burned by friction before the ultimate fall. What random chance had made it possible for him to survive bone crushing and soul mauling death?

Bloody hell, he didn’t even knew where he was. The last thing he remembered was the pomp and splendor surrounding the merry occasion of his blasting off to death as chanced upon by the crew of The New Renaissance. His wife was present amongst many other spectators, gloating over the fact that she was the one who had seen that justice was being served in pushing him to death. He could never forget that gleam in her eyes- a sense of fulfillment one would feel when you have million bucks to spend and the person who actually earned it off to gallows. On the mike was the Mayor of the city orchestrating the whole proceeding, the Earth volunteers working silently behind the scenes, making sure that he achieved just enough height before the engine was shut down and then his life depended on the mercy of earth’s gravity. Bloody hell, he ought to be dead, so many people wished for it.

But owning to his extreme good luck and the usual gross inefficiency on the part of Earth volunteers, he was here somehow, his shuttle washed away by the waters to the shore of some island.

He did not believe in God or in fate. But today he was filled with a sense of purpose. Yes, he survived, when others would have charred. By some stupid play of dice, he was here breathing pure air and still having the tendency to fart. He was hot, dingy, humid but unhurt. He smiled.

You partied my death, you smiled your secret smile when you culled your jealousy by sending me to gallows, you cursed me, you slandered me, you fell on everything that I held dear like vultures on a dead corpse, you had your satisfaction in smearing a big man, and getting his family in play against him, you torn down everything he stood for, you murdered him, still you did not feel the slightest pang of conscience.

I wouldn’t have minded if I were dead. Dead people don’t care for revenge, but live people do.

I am alive and I am coming for you…………

 

 

To be continued…