There was a threatening among masses of town when news popped:
"Mad murderer has escaped from secret cell failing all security arrangements of senior police officers—
LIFE IS IN GRAVE THREAT NOW!"
People were long afraid of this frenzy killer who damned many innocent lives— a symbol of satan.
People often say— He likes blood ..Don't be left alone when mid-night! It also rumored—
he is perhaps a vampire or a wicked soul ..who hunts human flesh in late hours of night.
Fortunately, there were still many people who were sure that he is a mortal criminal;
and his deeds should be dealt with severe penalty. But why he slaughtered masses was unclear—
he loot people? or he is taking a sort of revenge?— that was a gross rumored fact.
Anyway, people were happy when they heard their policemen had captured the tangible murderer and moved him to secure cell. Actually,
they were overwhelmed by performance of their law and order. But presently, their harmony has been maligned.
The police chief was drinking water. "What will we answer to our democracy?
We are once again proved dull and stupid!" And he shouted when all his staff is in statue—
"Get me a glassful of water.."
"Sir, he seems a wicked soul ..not a man. An abstract man— I heard such stories from my grandma in my childhood."
"Damn your wit! we have had him in cell more than 144 hours of our watch— he seemed helpless then."
"Let me think a clue." said the officer and he started thinking. After a little tickling of wall clock,
they heard the murmur of shoe leather and a footsteps of a guard. Police chief had to cease his process when he answered his salute.
"Any bad news!"
"Sir, I found papers from cell, where he was in .."
"He used to write these pieces during his custody— he consumed good government paper—
busily writing something!", guard explained.
"What had he written?", officer asked curiously.
"Hundred-n-one plain murders!— he explained how to tackle law and order and be a successful of his profession."
That stirred the police chief. A caphila of police wagons were on their way to central jail.
Few of them followed the chief of this case when he strided in.
"Where are that papers?" he made a sincere request to the jailor.
"We will sure to have a clue!" he added when jailor took time to answer.
"In the ashes."
"What?"
"I've burnt that in the heater.", jailor replied with content.
"What a hell!", the officer was appalled.
"Sir, that abusive literature might have caused disorder, if leaked to other criminals ..if I haven't set it ablaze.",
explained the jailor with sincerity; making his body bent towards the officer,
looking earnestly in his eyes and murmuring slowly to his ears.
This unexpected behaviour has exhausted the police officer.
"Bring me a glassful of cold water.", commanded he with traces of wrath falling to emptiness.
Night ahead a young and adventurous press reporter dared and managed to have a conversation with the murderer.
"Why do you kill innocent lives?"
"My passion!"
"Don't you afraid of anyone?"
"None ..h'm ..these mosquitos though often trouble me. You know, a single mosquito makes man flat! ..see your people .."
And he laughed awkwardly after getting a clutch of a mosquito in his metallic palm.
"How did you escape from the cell?"
"My second nature!"
"..you should ask this scrap to your police officials instead.", the criminal added.
"Then I must know why do you kill even women and children?", the interrogator made a rough question.
"Next I'll see you. Don't you get mind! Mr Guide."
"Ah! leave me Mr excel ..!"
The bully took pity and dropped the collar of the interrogator. This way the useless conversation ended, though, the night was still alive.
"Sleep child, sleep. Killer may be in, otherwise." Some mother was thumping his infant when it is crying.
Soon both were drowsing. Their good luck! However, life was still awake in the distant casino at the far arm of the town.
A peculiar man entered in lights, but, people were busy in their own activities, barely anyone noticed him.
He seated himself at the corner table free from crowd. A waiter followed to him.
"A hot cup of coffee, should be really hot ..get it soon."
"Sorry sir! no such arrangement here ..you can get any of your other favorite beverages here, you order please."
Customer signaled his host to bend to his level of eye-sight and the later did exactly.
He looked deeply in his eyes and groaned— "I am feeling cold. You have to fulfil me."
Waiter resisted his glare with difficulty and set his body move, but with same difficulty.
He rubbed his clean-white handkerchief on his face to dry his sweat in anxiety.
Next morning police found a dead body at the venue with a same handkerchief turned dirty, tied to his neck.
The police officer commanding the case of innocent murders and hence of escaped murderer— surveyed the area.
Few of the conscious waiters and personnel among late-night people reported the officer that their fellow was in a kind of worry and hurry,
before they next seen him dead. To fulfilment of his desire or not,
he found an odd and big cup on a table among many empty and almost-empty bottles of drinks.
He is surprised when he tested his nose against it— "Coffee!"
When he looked it second time— he found something written artful on it, reading which enhanced his eyebrows further.
He returned immediately to the headquarters, where some man was already, waiting uneasy for him.
"Sir, I managed a short conversation with him."
He uttered quickly when he saw the police chief, approaching him in hurry.
"Relax, young man ..we can talk from the beginning!"
"Where do you hosted him last night?"
"I am not sure ..not his residence ..a lonely hampshire."
"But I can get him in a trap, next time."
"He least suspected you, are you sure?"
"Not even a mote! He considered me a freelance journalist. He never knew, I am an involved detective secret agent."
"What did he say you in last?", asked the officer in a changed tone and a high-pitched voice.
The agent could not account for this sudden fade in his behaviour.
He looked with awe at the visage of the officer to grasp anything adjacent to this strangeness. This almost irked the senior policeman.
He shouted to the attendant— "Bring me a glassful of cold-water!"
And after sucking some water, he turned to the agent in disgust—
"He is after you. He granted your life last night to slaughter you next time.
I advise you to flee from the city by sunset." Agent was about to shook his head—
"How'd this possible .." When officer consoled—
"Perhaps, he picked your back-pocket when you were counting his teeths!"
And he passed the coffee-cup in the empty hands of the agent.
This story ends here.
