The Beginning Of The End

CHAPTER 2: THE PERFECT CRIME - 2

Once the killer finished painting the ambulance black, he stood back, admiring his work. The vehicle, once a symbol of emergency and aid, was now a shadow—just like him. With a satisfied grin, he wiped the remaining paint from his hands, then slipped the gun back into his jacket, the cold metal still warm from its deadly work. In the back, the luggages stuffed with ₹300 crore ($36 million) in cash sat like trophies of his conquest. He grabbed the handles and walked away from the crime scene with a slow, deliberate swagger.

The cold breeze ruffled his hair, but he didn't care. His heart was light, almost euphoric. As he walked through the desolate streets, the moonlight shining down on him, his laughter echoed into the night. It wasn't the joyful laughter of someone who just won the lottery—it was deeper, darker, laced with madness. The sound of someone who had tasted freedom for the first time in years.

"Finally," he whispered to himself\,*** "I'm free."***

For so long, he'd been trapped, chained by fate, by his circumstances. But now, with five lives snuffed out behind him and ₹300 crore in his possession, he could fly. He could be a bird, free from its cage, soaring to heights no one could imagine. This was the end. The end of everything that had held him back.

Or was it?

As his steps echoed through the empty street, something felt off, but he couldn't place it. He shook his head, pushing the thought away. No, this is my victory, he told himself. There's no turning back now. The path was clear, the consequences wiped clean with the blood of his accomplices. Or so he thought.

Poor fool. He didn't realize that every end was just the beginning of a new start. A fresh page in the story he thought he had written himself. Fate had other plans for him, ones he hadn't anticipated. Because no one, no matter how meticulous or ruthless, could escape the long arm of karma. And it was coming for him. Sooner than he could ever imagine.

The killer laughed again, louder this time, but his laughter didn't mask the unease creeping into the back of his mind. Was it really over? Or was something lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike back?

Let's see where fate leads him, shall we?

The questions lingered in the air like a whisper, mocking him in the silence of the night.

Who is this killer?

Why would he kill the other men?

What was his motive?

Does anyone know the real reason behind his actions?

What do you think, dear reader?

The man walked further into the darkness, oblivious to the consequences awaiting him. But you, dear reader, know better. You can sense it, can't you? This is not the end—it's merely the start of a much bigger game. So, as you follow the killer's journey, I ask you to think: Who is he really, and why did he do it? What lies beneath his twisted smile?

- Make sure to leave your answers in the comments\, my Lovely Readers\, as we continue through their Revengers journey together!! 💕💕💕

- ScarletRedJack(Author)

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