A Sip of Infinity

Revenge of the fallen

My head thumped atrociously as my eyelids popped open painfully, providing me with a blurred image of the hospital wing in school. A plaster had been placed on my knee and which also ached horribly, couldn’t really figure out which pain was more excruciating. The matron walked in holding a bottle of medicine, she poured some of it in a spoon and fed it to me, it tasted disgusting as I nearly gagged on it and attempted to get up but she restrained me.

“Easy there boy,” she commanded placing her palm on my chest mechanically to prevent me from sitting up. “You should take some more time before getting onto your feet.” she suggested coldly. “How long have I been here?” I asked softly, sounding nearly feverish, bearing my heavy head. “Nearly twelve hours, your friends carried you here after you lost your senses on the field as they informed me.” she said curtly, and walked out of the room.

I couldn’t really recall that particular moment when my mind became unstable which led to this fiasco. I made a deliberate effort to stand up and took a cab for home, missing school the following day. My mind felt pretty ordinary, even trying to add two digits caused a migraine, just then I realized that it had been twenty four hours and the marvellous effects of hemlock had drained out completely.

Immediately I rushed towards the wardrobe to get my hands on the bottle of elixir and was about to gulp down a shot, when an old photograph of mom’s fell off the drawer. It was a photo taken during her late twenties I assumed, as she looked extremely bubbly and adorably cute. I couldn’t help but cry a river as my heart blasted with emotions and my mind poured down memories. In the exultation of acquiring this elixir which transformed me, I had totally forgotten about mom for which I lamented, banging my fists against the wall. Perhaps this was a wakeup call from the lord, as it was the time to avenge her death and bring her soul to rest peacefully.

I had absolutely no idea in the world in which hole could that arse Ben Joe would be hiding. I visited his restaurant but it seems it had been shut down since a month. I approached bars and every other place in Deira and Bur Dubai wherever I knew he had connections, but in vain as I found no trace of him or any of his thugs. I took the metro at downtown one Friday afternoon during my search, I was totally desperate by this time as it had almost been a week. I stared outside through the crystal clear windows of the train tinted from the outside. The glamorous scenario of downtown cooling my eyes along with the breath-taking sunset, beautifying the horizon with the towering Burj Khalifa looking down at the dwarf sky scrapers. My mind had suddenly been distracted from the thought of that rascal and reached a state of trance. But that trance didn’t last much longer, as my eyes fled below through the glass and zoomed at a man getting out of a Land Cruiser SUV near the entrance of Dubai Mall, his thick moustache and golden watch raising the blood to my head. With a swish, I pushed through the enraged crowd which began grumbling but there was no stopping me as I reached the exit doors in the front compartment which were tight shut. As the train was computerised there was no way to bring it to a halt…….for someone not in possession of hemlock.

I reduced my pace and walked up to the lone security guy in the front compartment and asked him a random question and at his reply, I nicked the walkie-talkie from his pocket swiftly without realisation hitting him and called the personnel who controlled the train, replicating his voice, asking them to stop the train due to a fire emergency. The train halted instantaneously at my call and the doors opened automatically, giving me the signal and I jumped without contemplation. The wind blew strongly outside, chilling my spine despite the jacket I wore. I removed the jacket, and held both its sleeves high with my hands in the air, thus reducing the speed of my fall to an extent as the wind carried me towards a stationary garbage truck on the highway side, and dropped me hard in the trash.

Smelling horribly of banana peels and