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CAPTAIN FREAK 2- CHAPTER 3: THE REVENGE

 


Andy was all set to enjoy his day with Nancy when he started the television, "Freak Party they say, but the leader had been in jail for a long time now, " said the news anchor. Andy was sure that Josh gave him bail but he was in jail just for namesake. May it was for his party consistency, Andy always thought. Like Haris, he didn't like Josh too. For him, the whole family was a curse on the city. And he knew that after Josh, there would be no more elects. But today he had to go on a special date with Nancy, and he was all set. "A gift, but what would she like?" Andy wondered and then he packed an old perfume in a box and wrapped it to offer it to Nancy. "All set for the bridge" and Andy left for the date. He didn't carry his gun that day. He thought that it would be a bad idea to carry a gun for someone so special to him. For someone who gave him a new life. For someone whom he loved the most, more than even himself. For someone who was waiting for him there for a long time. And Andy shot off from his house. His clean house.

It was the evening of December, and the sky was dark blue. A cold breeze was striking every other person on the path including Andy who was wearing his best clothes. Walking and walking on his path he was super excited. And then he entered the woods, from where would land on the bridge, near a lake. The woods were decorated by the natives for Christmas. There were yellow glowing lights all around. And Andy finally landed on the bridge. "Nancy! I am here," shouted Andy when he saw Nancy nowhere. "Nancy, where are you?" and a bullet passed by Andy's ears.

He looked back and there was Nancy in her casual clothes with a gun in her hands pointed at Andy, "Nancy?" Andy looked at Nancy with a shock, "Here!" Andy heard from his back and saw Gwen with a gun in her hands pointed at Andy. For a second colors from Andy's face faded away. "You two, you two, why?" said Andy looking at Nancy, "As if you don't know, retard!" said Nancy bursting into anger, "You killed the only people we loved the most, and now it's your turn." Andy went into a heart-throbbing shock and fell to the ground, "That means you were faking it all the time, I was never meant to be happy?" said Andy in a shivering voice filled with grief. "No, people like you are never meant to be happy! they are meant to be dead!" said Gwen in a firm voice. Andy nodded his head when he threw the gift box on Nancy's face and jumped upon Gwen trying to grab her gun. Nancy shot a bullet, but it missed Andy.

Then another bullet missed Gwen and Andy threw Gwen on Nancy and ran for his life. He was running towards, the edge of the bridge when Nancy, shot a bullet which hit the back of Andy and Andy meanwhile jumped into the lake. "Did it hit him?" asked Gwen. "I think so, it did," said Nancy. Both of them ran towards the edge of the bridge and peeped into the lake. They saw no Andy. "He might have died," said Gwen. Nancy shot some bullets in the lake, "Ya! he might have died." and Nancy burst into tears. Finally, her revenge was fulfilled. Her biggest enemy was now dead. Gwen and Nancy fell on their knees and wept for each other. 

"So the work is done!" said Josh and then started laughing, "Finally, we can air that I took revenge for my dear brother's death and you two will be awarded," "We don't need awards, Josh, our revenge was our reward, and it's done now," said Gwen. Both the ladies then left the room. It was a tough day, not for Nancy or Gwen, But for poor Andy. 

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