PAYBACK FOR EVIL TIMES

At an isolated beach in on a far away island a young man was crawling through the sand covered in wet and sticky clothes. His expression is that of extreme pain but under that an hint of resolution can be found. It is a quiet and peaceful night and the gentle sound of the ocean is not enough to ease the pain in his heart as tonight he just lost his best friend the scene of him taking a bullet to heart flashed across his eyes and tears began to stream down. "ough ough!!!" He coughs several times as he takes in his surrounding "I can't believe I swam that far" he sits up and stared into the distant ocean. "that should be enough to through them off right? I should have lost them by now" he puts his hand into his pocket and brings out an already soaked cigarette pack. " f**k those son of b***h" he swore in strong Indian accent and flings the pack into the sand. Almost instantly he heard the distant sound of engines on water "f**k f**k ain't they going to give up it's not that deep is it I just happened to listen to their conversation why would they go to this length" he spits and staggers into the forest. " is this going to be the end of me" … "no it can't".. "I still haven't won the swimming championship at the Olympics.. I'm not yet married no I can't die here.." He panics as he fled through the forest. At the same time far away on the distant sea on a luxurious ship inside a dark compartment a black man was tied to a chair with is head dropping down. His attire which was originally white is now blood red. Visible and gaping wounds cuts across his body. He looks like he is dead but the slow and rhythmic movement of his left chest is what gave him out as a living person. There were about six other men with guns in the room. On his left and right were two men with scars on their face holding guns to their chest standing alert. The room was extremely quiet. Tap tap tap the sound of a walking stick sounded outside the room and the door flung open. A man who looked like an Asian mafia walked in with a cigar in his hand and faces one of the bodyguards in the room "did he say anything" he spoke in fluent English but with a bit of Chinese accent "no" the men replied he then faces the black man on the seat and examined him from head to toe. This is a very resilient man he thought in his heart. He had been tortured in all possible ways yet he refused to c***k. Even his heart is located on the left. he looked at the visible bullet hole on the right chest and the moving left chest. " search for everything about him. We need to know his purpose" he instructed and walks out of the room "yes boss" the men echoed. The man on the seat heard this and raised his head a Little "Samantha" he murmured has he gave in to fatigue. On the island the young man is still running through the forest in panic motivating himself with thousands of reason not to die. He is so preoccupied with is thought that he did not notice a fallen trunk. He stumbled on it and fell face planted in the mud and fainted. Minutes latter he raised his spinning head and came face to face with a g*n nozzle pointing at him he raised his hands immediately and bursts into tears when he saw that he had been surrounded by men holding g*n thinking it was over. He threw himself at the feet of the nearest man and started mumbling "sir I am so sorry we didn't mean to barge into your meeting we were just looking for sponsors please I am just a freshman in the university and I have dreams of winning the Olympics. We learnt Miss Daphne was at the party that was why we came. We never knew it was going to be like this. We didn't even hear anything please" he pleaded with tears and snorts on his face which irritates the man he was holding onto and he kicks him away. " who are you?, where are you from? And who sent you?" the man asked planting the g*n on the young man's forehead " my name is Alphonso I'm Indian, 18 from new Delhi but we moved to America six years ago. I'm a freshman in the university I love clubbing and I eat a lot, my friends call me french fries cause I ate a lot of it on the day we met my mother is so fat that my father.." . ." shut the f**k up" the irritated g**g leader bellowed " do you think I am joking" he fired a shot into the air he grabs the Alphonso's collar raises him up in the air giving him a punch in the stomach " who are you" "I am nobody" another punch "Who are you" "no one" another punch "who.." "sir I'm just from the university…" punch "who sent you and what's your purpose on the ship" " nobody sent me I just came for the food. I told you already I'm a foodie" Gangster "do I look like a fool to you" Alphonso "only you can tell" Gangster " what did you say" Alphonso "nothing" The gangster became furious and his veins popping out he drops Alphonso and grabs a g*n from his subordinate Bammm!! Ahhhhhh A gunshot ran out and Alphonso screamed instantly holding his left leg. Blood starts to gush out like a fountain from the bullet wound. The gangster exhales pulls the trigger again and points it directly at his head "Now for the last time, answer my questions accordingly" Who are you?" "Alphonso" "where are you from" "New Delhi" "What's your relationship with the black man and what did you see" " which black man. I know no black man and saw nothing. I've never met a black man in my life. In fact are there even black people.. wow I'm just realizing" Alphonso quibbles