22 year old Nain was faced with an odd dilemma. this dilemma was just like his usual set of problems, apart from one small difference. his usual problems included making 40-something trips per week to various public offices in Florida, dealing with mending botched and incomplete paperwork. But not this one. This one involved Seven Thousand dollars.
As to how Nain stumbled upon a Small fortune of money is a story by itself. It began with him being having an unhealthy obsession with power, taking on more responsibilities than he could manage, all to satify his ego of him being in a position of important decision making and power to make things happen. Well, one of those responsibilities was to manage and invest the money of a few retirees. Nain loved his work, and was good at it. One day, a kind hearted individual decided to gift Nain something for his services. That’s how the fortune was passed on to Nain.
The Floridian sky turned a stunning shade of blue and orange, while Nain Lolled at the park nearby, a chocolate brownie ice-cream in one hand, thoughts occupied with deciding the fate of his gift. “spare me some change?” was the board beside the street musician that played careless whisper on the saxophone, Nain stood there for a while, until the musician looked at him expecting for some change. He ignored the musicians demand. Sitting on a bench nearby, drops of ice-cream trickled down his palms, and fell onto the bench. in the course of the ice cream’s demise, multiple people passed by the bench, including a rottweiler. Nain despised rottweilers. The musician joined Nain on the bench. ”Please get off my bed” said the musician. “sorry” said Nain as he got up from the bench and sat on the freshly cut grass beside. The sky turned black, the illumination of the streetlights being the only curtain between the two humans and the darkness around them.
“Names Pam, yours?” “Nain.” “So, what keeps you up so late in an abandoned park today?” “I have absolutely nothing else Id rather do.” “Feeling’s Mutual.” the two men sat solemn for a while, when Nain interrupted the silence.
“Whys it that when you need things, you don’t have money to buy them, but when you do get some, you suddenly don’t need anything anymore?” said Nain. “What the fuck are you on, my man? talking about not needing anything anymore. Dream big, talk about travelling the world, getting high of all there is in this world. Drugs, party, women, cars, and blood. the knife hardly costs a tenner, reckon it’d be fun, just like ‘Purge’ and all.”
“what?” “what. Drugs?” Nain knew it was time to leave. The footsteps on the way home seemed slightly faster away from the strange homeless man. An ominous red light beeping, and a shrill sound was heard far away.
Nain walked and walked, until he met another sign of visible life nearby. a Woman. Judging by impatience and the restlessness, the woman was clearly waiting for someone. A flashy red lipstick, and a poorly done make up, along with revealing clothes on a cold autumn night, left little to imagination on why the woman was waiting along the curb. Nain decided to walk past by. The moonlight peeked behind the brick buildings, narrow alleys between them, waiting to lure an uninitiated into the land of cheap pot, and adulterated snow. An ominous red light beeping, and a shrill sound was heard close. Along the densely packed urban cages, the buildings; A few windows presented the lives of the residents, some watching the telly, while some busy cooking or some fighting, the stage presented itself almost as if one were watching an interesting drama of the lives of the people from the streets.
Nain got back to thinking how he could spend his seven thousand dollars. He always wanted a flashy sport bike, but he already had one; About how he wanted a flashy European car, but then he was reminded that his current car was good enough, with hardly any miles on the odometer. Perhaps a new TV? But Nain preferred reading to watching. Travelling? “Id rather sleep all day, explore my dreams than exhaust myself travelling.” Food?” Hardly.”
“Mushrooms.? Yes. Always wanted to try the golden teacher. But on second thought, maybe later. “Okay, what else? nothing else.” Nain had a habit of speaking to himself, or rather an imaginary person he made up to keep him company.
An ominous red light beeping, and a shrill sound was heard closer.
He walked and he walked, until he didn’t. He came by his block, his building was quite dilapidated. It was midnight by now, and the only lights visible on the road were the red and the blue a little distance away, the only humans awake were the police making rounds in his neighborhood. Nain entered his tiny apartment, turned off the lights and hit the hay. what happened in the next few hours was unclear, or was it a few days? Nain woke up, and found himself strapped to a chair, with cables running around his head, the temples, and chest. Men in white coats around him, keeping distance. Ominous red light beeping, and a shrill sound was heard once more,and it was the last thing Nain saw or heard before the men in strange white coats plugged 400 volts into the cables surrounding Nain.
Even In a city as big as Florida, murders as such are rare.
The next day, a small headline on page three of the local newspaper described the incident as follows, “Local Psychopath that Stabbed a homeless and a prostitute on 11th December nabbed. Due to mental instability and high violence tendencies, The killer was given a death sentence. a 9 inch knife was recovered from his home which matched the blood of the victims, along with some illegal Cocaine, Mushrooms, and Pot, and six thousand nine hundred and ninety dollars.”
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