Xossip Ultimate Story Contest 2014

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Merchant Of Death

Ghost.Rider

The end was now near and he could feel it as well. Still there was a strange calmness in the way he was sitting in his chair and slowly drinking his favorite wine. Everything that he worked so hard to build over the years was now either gone or he was about to lose it all. All those mansions, cars and women he owned were worthless to him now. Death was closing in and all his materialistic things that were once so dear to him looked worthless now. He would have traded those millions of dollars he has stacked in accounts all over the world just for a few more breathes but death was in no mood to negotiate. That's when he took the last sip of his drink and started writing in his diary.

"Life is complicated. Over the years I have done things that no sane man will even think about doing. There were times when I was too ashamed to look at my face in the mirror. Then with time my conscience died down and stopped bothering me. Who could ever believe that one of the most feared and hated man in the world was once an honest soul who was struggling to make ends meet? I have stolen things that didn't belonged to me, beaten and pimped women that didn't wanted to sell their bodies, black mailed people to the point where even death looked like an escape to them, cheated the people who trusted me, killed countless people when they were begging for mercy and sold drugs that have killed millions of people including youngsters. If I could roll back the time and given another chance then will I do anything differently? Probably not. Do you want to know about my story? Well the question is do you have a stomach tough enough to digest it?"

I was born in a poor Indian family. My father was a clerk and his dream was for me to succeed him one day. He used to tell me how big a deal it was to have a government job. On the other hand even as a teenager I didn't fall for his crap. If it was so fine then how come we were suffering as a family? We barely had enough to eat in order to survive. I was ashamed of the clothes me and my parents used to wear. I used to look at the bat that I wanted to have in the window of the shop while going to college and prayed everyday to God for it but He never listened to my prayers. Then I realized that God doesn't work this way. So I stole that bat from the shop and then ask for His forgiveness instead. To finally have that bat was the happiest memory of my boyhood. Well until the shop owner was told by one of my back stabbing friends and he complaint to my father. My father found that bat and then he beat me with the same bat like a dog. That's the day when I ran away from my house and my new life begin. So what happened next? Well in order to know that remember to read my thread Merchant of death starting from next month......