RANDOM #1

Some white flowers were painted on the black bed sheet which was drawn up to his neck. His head was slightly tilted towards the right, resting peacefully on the pillow; his hands folded as if in a prayer and rested on his chest. Was he talking to one or few of the 33 crores of gods and goddesses and pleading for mercy? May be, may be not.
Wait.... did I just say 'mercy'?
Hell yes, I guess I did.  What makes me so sure that he waits for mercy?
What if he doesn't feel guilty at all?
The probability is more in the latter. That's the way it has always been.

A faint streak of yellow light sneaked into his room from the washroom and his face glowed. A rug was neatly folded and placed near his feet; he didn't need them; just a bed sheet was enough. The sound of the fan faded in the deafening silence. I waited. Waited to watch him breathe, waited to ensure he's alive. It wasn't easy to make out in the dark if his lungs were working. I switched on the light. And waited at the door. Again.

I checked the time. 3.30am.
I fixed my eyes on his face. Once more. He looked innocent, like a 5 year old. Vulnerable. Passive. It deserved mercy. I felt the long-drawn frown on my forehead relaxing.
I switched off the light. As I was about to leave, he woke up, his head hanging, blood dripping from his mouth. He turned towards me. That gory smile sent shivers through my spine.
The innocence was gone. The person in front of me was no more a vulnerable 5 year old kid. I was face to face with a monster, a psychopath, a cannibal. I rushed out of the room with a jolt. My room whirled around; the roof and the floor hurried towards each other in an age-old conspiracy to grind me to death. I felt claustrophobic. I needed air, some fresh air. I ran to the balcony. After a good 10-15 minutes, I realized I was still shaking. Everything was foggy around. My eyelids screamed for some rest. I came back to my room, closed my door and lied down. This creature certainly deserved no mercy.

Some bullets fired, corpses heaped up in a pool of blood. I felt wobbly.
I tried to scream for help.
My eyes frantically searched for some recluse... No sign of life around. I ran down the streets, knocking at every door, shouting, yelling, screaming... When suddenly I felt the ground shake.. Trees tumbled and houses collapsed.. I tried to run for shelter but my feet were stuck in intertwining mesh of uprooted trees.

I jerked up from sleep. Checked the time in my cell phone: 4.05am.
I searched for the bottle of water. It was close to my bed when I went off to sleep, but it seemed distant now.   After gulping down the entire contents of the bottle, I got up from my bed and went to the wash basin, carefully avoiding peeping into his room. I splashed some water on my face, neck, ears and the palms of my hand. Gathering enough courage, I started walking back. When I reached the door of his room, I stopped, paused a little and entered. The innocent boy was happy in his slumber. His face tilted to his right, resting on the pillow, hands folded neatly on his chest, praying... praying... praying..