CHAPTER 3- SAVING THE STRANGER


    Bee looked at the man lying on the floor with his face on the ground, she held her heart which was


    thumping audibly to her. She was scared, for a moment she really felt as if she would copse out of


    fear; well, who won’t be if you get attacked by someone at this hour of the night and that too when you


    are alone.


    Maintaining her safe distance of three steps away from the man who was lying lifeless on the floor she


    scanned him from carefully. It was dark and the street lights were too pale for her to scan his face, all


    she could make out was that he was a bulky man. She observed him for some more time but he


    showed no reaction, it was as if he was a statue which fell off the pedastal waiting for someone to pick


    him up.


    “Are you drunk, mister?” Bee managed to squeal out these words after she finally managed to m


    herself down. The girl waited for some more time but her concerned question met with a wall of silence.


    Strange, she thought to herslef. Was really this man this drunk that he hadpletly lost his sense but


    there was no pungent smell of the alcohol which she was ustomed to.


    Bee gathered her courage, looking around she found a stick. Lifting it up she carefully poked his


    shoulders, “Mister... Are you okay? Can you hear me? Hello...” Like before the man remained still, Bee


    panicked. After making sure that he really won’t cause her any arm she crawled upto him and poked


    him harder.


    Same as before, no reaction!


    “Is he unconcious?” Bee just entered her world of fantasies when the man suddenly moved.


    “Aaaaahhhhh....” Bee screamed but was quitened by the man; he weakely covered his lips indicating


    her to be silent.


    Bee quietened down and observed his face again which was not possible by the faint light. “Who are


    you, mister?” Bee whispered, the man remained silent to himself or to be precise looked too weak to


    utter a word. He silently reached for his lower abdomen, after feeling around his left abdomen he


    removed back and observed his palm.


    Even though there was no lighting Bee could still make out the red liquid, which was stained all over his


    palm, reflecting the faint light of the street.


    “B... Blood?” Bee felt herself swooning to numbness; a million question popped in her meddled head.


    Who was this man? Why is he bleeding? What on Earth is happening with her?


    The man could feel his energy and consciousness draining out, with what remained within him he


    managed to spell out few words to her, “T... They are after me. R... Run away or they will k... kill you


    too.” Saying his fainted words he copsed back on her.


    Bee held the man and questioned impatiently, “W... Who will kill, who ising. I... Call the cops?”


    The man murmured, “No enough time... Don’t worry about me, save... yourself.” Bee looked at his face


    from the close proximaty; his face rendered his speechless. She stared at his face, she was unable to


    believe what she was seeing.


    "You... You..." Before Bee could finsih her sentence the man let out a painful groan which instantly


    reminded her that he was injured; she pushed away all her second thoughts and keeping her shocking


    discovery to herself she stammered, she couldn’t let a man die in front of her eyes. “I... I am not letting


    you die...” Saying this she started to look around for shelter. Panicked and afraid, her mind went on a


    short circuit for some time.


    “What should I do? What should I do?” Bee muttered to herself before she remembered a safe ce


    for them. “Cooperate with me, I will save you!” Saying this she removed her shirt and tied it on his


    wound to prevent the blood from flowing out, draping his arm around her shoulder she stood up with all


    her might with him. She was lean and thin while the man had a perfectly maintained body; it was a hard


    chore for her to even take a step supporting him.


    Lurching and falling, she somehow managed to pull him to the other end of the street. Opposite, on the


    other end of the road was an abandoned park which had a old warehouse, she believed that they


    would be safe there. Her energy was drained off; the man had long fainted on her shoulders. Her own


    clothes were starting to get wet by his blood. She was even sweating and heaving like crazy, her vision


    started to blur away but stubborn and determined she managed to drag him and herself into the park.


    Afar she could even hear the sound of men chattering and yelling for some ‘Ryan’. Their presence was


    inching closer, scared bee hurried her steps and jumped into the park. The park was dark with tall and


    old oak trees leaned over the path. Standing in front of the warehouse Bee looked at it; the warehouse


    or to be precise a pile of old woods had now became too old; she pushed open the door silently lest


    she makes and noise and kept the man on the ground. She hurriedly covered him with a few branches


    and leaves; even if someone were toe it was too dark for someone to spot him among this pile.


    “Stay here! I will save you...” Bee whispered to the man before running out of the warehouse. The


    warehouse was already in a corner and had a tree grown up on it but still Bee tried to adjusting the


    branches here and there.


    After doing that she picked up a wood and hid at the corner. The man inside was dying and she had to


    work fast and call for the ambnce but she was too afraid to run out lest the bad guys catch her. She


    sat and looked at the warehouse not too far away and the main gate of the park restlessly.


    The footsteps inched closer; Bee held her breath as she could hear the voices of impatient men talking


    to themselves.


    “F*ck this b*stard, he still managed to escape.” A man with a really frightening voice groaned in anger.


    “You are on fool1” another voice scolded, “You could have shot him with a gun but you chose to stab


    him with a knife and that too the cut wasn’t deep enough.” The first voice yelled, “You couldn’t even


    hold tightly a twenty year old mother*cker, you let him slip.”


    The men were using each other and hiding inside the park Bee understood that they were talking


    about the man she had just hid. She heaved a sigh of relief, judging by their words it seemed that the it


    was failed murder attempt.


    A third voice yelled, “Can you both stop with this bulls*it and try to find him.”


    “I really don’t know, we beat him up yet he managed to vanish! Just where on Earth are you hiding,


    Ryan?”


    “Hey, there is something over there; let’s go in a check.”


    “No... No... No...” Bee got tensed, what if they find them. She couldn’t let them reach here, it could be


    dangerous.


    Bee kept her eyes locked at the door, she was running out of time and the men seemed to be entering.


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    As expected, she saw their shadows converging in.


    Bee squeezed her very cell of her brain, she was at the verge of crying when she remembered an


    incident.


    That day she and two of her elder sisters sneaked out of the club to roam; by the abandoned areas


    which was not too far away from the club the three noticed some bushes dancing and weird sounds


    wereing out from there. The two blushed whereas Bee fell into confusion. She was 13 back then


    and couldn’t guess why the bushes were shivering and what that weird sound was. She could


    understand that it was a voice of a woman.


    She took a step towards it out of curiosity but was stopped by her sisters, she protested, “Sis, there is a


    girl who is being killed by someone, we should save her. She seems to be in pain...” For this the two


    girlsughed and exined, “No one is killing anyone. Bee, you should never go to any ce which is


    both shaking and emitting such noises. You are young; you will understand when you grow up.”


    It’s been three years but Bee still couldn’t know what that phenomenon was or bothered to know what it


    was. It was only imprinted in her mind that no one wille to that ce from where those voices


    she squeezed her voice and tried to imitate the noise she heard back then.


    A little unprofessional moan escaped her lips and as expected the men stopped; Bee was highly


    motivated with this and started to shake the bushes making such noises again. She started to moan


    loudly with all her might, imitating carefully the noises she heard that day.


    “Oh, babe... Yes Yes!”


    “G... Go ahead... Aaaah...”


    “You are killing me... Oh my God.”


    From the corner she observed the men’s reaction; they were clearly hesitating to go in and were


    furious.


    A man who was cussing before said in an embarrassed tone, “Where the f*ck did you bring us, there is


    something else going on in here...” Anothermented, “Y... Yes, he won’t be here. I won’t go in.. You


    both can go ahead.”


    Hearing this Bee was panicked, she amplified her moaning, this made the men both blush and


    embarrassed. The three were deciding whether to go in or not when they heard a gunshot; Bee


    involuntarily screamed but the men themselves were tensed.


    “F*ck, his men are here. We should leave.” Saying this the three ran out without even caring about


    anything. Bee ran back to the warehouse and removed the leaves and piles off the man.


    She lightly pped him, “Hey, wake up... I sessfully saved you. Your men are here it seems, wake


    up...” The man groaned in pain, Bee was just about to help him stand up when something hard hit her


    head. The sharp pain surfaced all over her head; her world became dark as she fainted above the


    man.