Rage. The fundamental emotion which man feels almost every minute of his existence. Rage was never meaningful, it was often reckless, often impatient and often evil.
Sathya punched his punching bag harder, his forehead and arms hot and sweaty after an intense workout.
It wasn't everyday he worked out at night, Rage, it pushed him on the edge as palms removed the gloves from his hand as he looked at his phone,
Bloody Scoundrel, The general who was the leader of his troop, now a shameless traitor who sinned and cheated on his own motherland. Sathya's palms foster thinking of the atrocious deeds he had done in the last forty eight hours,
That Rascal has successfully gave away Drugs that are specifically used for Army operations and carried nodes of Life sucking drugs from terroristic groups and Coperations.
A fucking miscreant.
"Sathya, what's happening there? " His chief officer and the one who trusted him on this mission asked him,
"I'm not sure myself, Sire.
With all due respect, I ask for a favor.
Can you please change my duty status to ' Currently not under service'? " He asked him even though it wouldn't be fair enough to fake records,
"You always have a plan, but idhu edhuku? " The General replies,
"Satan is avenging Judas, Sire" He told him with an evil smirk.
It had been two days since Sathya didn't show up at the precinct, the only vague information he gave Guru was that he needed the break owing to his personal reasons.
And the personal reasons weren't just his own, but for the entire country,
"Lieutenant Sathya speaking" Sathya attended his phone, stranded outside a battered cottage at eleven in the night,
"Sir.. Avan ulla dha irukan sir" The person on the call whispered,
"Theriyum.. Konja nerathula avanae velila varuvaan" He told the person on the phone.
The person on call was one of hos peers who worked at the Army Medical corps, who's generous help of revealing the serial number of all the drugs that was looted from there,
Enough to expose that traitor.
Enough to prove that he's not a Militant, but a criminal.
Enough to hang him to death.
Sathya kept waiting, waiting for him to come out, waiting for him to fall into his nasty trap so that he'd shred him into pieces and hand him in the hands of the law.
But the beast in him refused,
It wanted to kill him.
It wanted to divide him particles
by particle and dissipate every ounce if his energy from the universe.
"Sathya sir.. Porumaya irunga please.. It won't be pleasant if you kill him.
You'll lose all your reputation
Years of hardwork.
Porumaya irunga please" The man call urged him to keep his calm and Sathya clutched the tree branch hard. Trying to tame the beast in him.
It felt so hard to control himself, especially after learning how this aimless son of bitch insulted and threw away the glory of his motherland.
His mother, the only 'Amma' he had prayed all his reverence to,
