Yellow Cap

 

A girl with a yellow cap next to me. Her charm touched me. She had nothing to do with the angels, but an angel herself. How can one not adore her! Sitting right next to me was the message of God. My eyes got stuck on her. She was as innocent as a naive baby. Her eyes with a glow negating the brute of the outside world. She was unaware of my love towards her.

Once upon a time, there lived a sadist. Her name was Trivia. Living in the woods, she was a cannibal. Hunting people and sucking their soul was her mojo. With a dream of running her own tyranny, she used to feign herself as a Queen. There was no magic laid within her, just a true genius in her mind. Using science, she used to subjugate humans. Her portions were not revealed to anybody but the above one. She was as natural as a vulture in the sky.

Yet, this is not a Witch story.

Imagine a nerd, neighboring a sadist. From his eyes, she is a beautiful butterfly looking for a nectar, and for him, he could be her nectar, a loving one.

The girl would read her books on the roof of her home, half naked and half original with her yellow cap covering her golden wavy hair. The boy would spend his time sitting on the semblance as her roof, but watching her perfect figure, wet hair falling on her eyes, her way of tugging her hair behind her ears, her perfect sitting posture, and the shiny reflection of her skin.

The boy became a lover-boy from a nerd. He started skipping his classes and used to spend most of his time scrutinizing the glowing effect of the girl’s body. His grades gradually started decreasing. But still, he continued to lose his grades for an angel made just for his needs.

He didn’t know whom to blame for the growing butterflies in his stomach, the God who created him, or that angelic figure who exposed his senses.

One another stalking day, he saw the girl peeking him from her shoulders and leaving the door ajar while entering her luxurious house. He tethered her hint and went after her inside her house. His heartbeats were growing as if she was his successful invention, and he has developed his dream project to make it ready for his embrace.

Four stairs ahead and then he was entering the matrix of his fantasy déjà vu. He has dreamed every single passing moment, since he saw that glowing girl. The door ahead him croaked by his action and slammed close behind him.

He was in the nest of the golden bird, and ready to be hatched. He saw her pink brassiere lying in front of the door, in front of him. He walked unflagging steps with his heartbeats making a mayhem in the silence of his passion.

He reached that brassiere, picked it up, smelled it and smashed open the coveted door of that room.

His heartbeats stopped from that colossal thumping in his heart. He was watching a naked angel lying on the bed with her elbow supporting her head, and her index finger of her free hand beckoning him to go and feel her.

He stood there, glued from what his eyes were bestowing, holding a pink brassiere and stepping on a pink underwear with the congenial sin.

The girl lost her patience and walked bare footedly towards him, took her brassiere from his hand and threw it away in the air behind her. That was the last image he remembered of his jubilant lair before he felt the girl’s buttery skin touching his. He ran his hands on her breasts, and he has experienced heaven before he has tasted death.

His tongue with hers, locked like they have been together for millennia. They were pulled down by the gravity at the same time they pulled towards each other shaking themselves towards and away each other.

His virginity was broken by an angel, and he was the one made for her embrace.

 

 

Now I am rapt in that angelic demon’s web. I ceased attending my classes. I became the king of intercourse, instead of a master of science. I even left my home to start living with my sinister love. Her body and she became my one and only world. I spent every moment of my last 2 months glued to her materialistic feign, and she spent her last 2 months for the preparation of my end.

She knew. The time has come. This was the right day for my end. I starkly alienated myself from the outer world. I became so much distant that even if I died, no one from the other world would ever know.

That day came. My end was in front of me. The karma of my actions could be seen.

It was just another day when I woke up. I was feeling uncomfortable on my sleeping place. I rubbed my eyes and looking forward to another love-making day, hoped to see that similar angelic figure in front of me; and I saw it but without its angelic form. Instead it was a demon, ready to put her plan in action.

I couldn’t move my hands and legs to reach her and grab her like the way I used to. I wanted to reach her breasts to feel its warmth and sponginess. I wanted to run my finger through her spinal cord and put my organ into hers, grabbing her tightly and listening to her melodic screams.

No limit of time could quench my thirst for my need of her dimensional side; and she knew I would not live without her embrace.

I craned to see my naked body lying on a metal trolley. I was in a lab. I knew all the chemicals kept in those transparent glass vessels. Arsenic, Formaldehyde, Mercury, Bisphenol A and Phthalates, Radon, Digoxin, Hydrogen Peroxide, Batrachotoxin, Tabun, Strychnine, Sodium Cyanide, Nicotine, and God knows what else!

Then I saw my love making some chemical reactions in front of me. She was wearing an off-white lab coat and I could see her golden hair waving on her back and working on some toxic reactions.

“Open me up love. What are you doing there?” I started trampling the trolley.

She turned with her naked front, an injection in her hand, started walking towards my naked body, pressed her body on mine, her soft breasts touching my chest, “shhh”, a feeling of a pin spurting into my hips, fragrance of my addiction and a total blackout.

My eyelids felt heavy. I made my way towards some light. I was lying on the same place, surrounded by the same toxic chemicals, strapped by the same dominated straps, but this time I was rickety. I could not even try to get out of those straps. I tried to shout, but my vocal chords were not by my side. I felt drowsy again and went into the deep black abyss.

I woke up again. This time on the bed. I thought about my nightmare, about that eerie chemical lab, and my love betraying me and felt drowsy again. But that would be because of over-sleeping, I thought. I collected all my energy to get up and went to start up my normal day. I picked up my toothbrush and angled my neck to that of the mirror.

The brush made a commotion in that sink but my mouth got stuck into a position with a silence of a dumb. I was bald, and my face showed wrinkles and dark circles and freckles and it showed blood red scars on my lips. What the hell has happened to me?

I tried to shout, call my angel and cry on her lap and ask her about my condition, but all that could come out of my mouth was a sigh and plight.

I fell on the floor, with my weakness overcoming all my senses and I could feel my eyes getting blur with water filling and rolling downwards unceasingly because of my unbearable pain.

I heard footsteps approaching my dying condition and that devilish angel was standing in front of me.

I need you my love. Help me to come out of my misery. I don’t know what has happened to me. Please come and hug me and kiss me the way you did. Please take me in your arms. Please! My mind was shouting but my mouth was shut.

She was still standing there and watching me cry and roll and die.

“You would be struggling for answers right now”, she came near me and sat with one knee towards me and another towards her chin, “Well my love, you have AIDS”.

What? I knew I didn’t have AIDS. I didn’t. Why was she saying so?

She observed my questioning eyes and replied, and she was not my angel anymore, I could see all the hatred in her eyes now, “I gave you AIDS. If you could talk, you would ask why. Well, I gave you AIDS purposely, because I want to cure it; and I wanted to experiment all my research on someone. I have been doing my research from the last 5 years. Why I chose you? Because I saw lust in your eyes. I knew if I would give what you want, you will become my peasant one day and you won’t be able to go away from me, only because of our physical relationship. I would be able to conquer your body needs and you will become my lab rat”, she stood up and started pacing left to right and right to left fiddling with her yellow cap, “I have used all the chemicals, good, bad and worse, well worse on you, and I still haven’t found anything to cure my disease. I used so many boys, and all ended up worse than me, but still I haven’t found anything yet”, she faced me and continued with her devilish voice, “When I found you, I thought you were the one. You will bring me my cure. I tried the worst chemicals on you after transferring my viruses to you, but you turned out even worse than my other lab rats. Now I don’t have any use of you. You can die on your own will. I am giving you mercy. Just give me a nod and I will free you from all your pain. I will also make up story about your dying in a fire accident,” she again sat beside me waiting for my nod.

I snapped, I started crying with all my energy left. The one person I used to love, the one person for whom I left everybody, she turned out to be my murderer. All I saw in her was her love, I was so blind in my love that I didn’t even see the real her. After all I did for her, she thought it was lust. My love was lust to her? I was weak, both emotionally and physically. I could not speak. I seem like an old withering person in my teens. Beauty destroyed me, as it has been doing since millions of years to man.

I nodded and closed my eyes with tears still flowing on my face towards the floor. The last thing I thought about was the time when that angelic face was lying on my chest, and I was fondling her hair. I was relieved to be killed by the one I sacrificed my life for. I peeked for the last time to her angelic face. I love you. I heard the sound of a gunfire and I was sent to be the part of the new world, and hopefully the better one.

L.C.