Blood Sport

Blood Sport......

I was walking hurriedly. It was a crowded street. The sun glared mercilessly at me. Thrice, I bumped [unknowingly i believe] into strangers, all too busy even to glance back. I kept walking on past meandering hawkers and deformed beggars. There were tall buildings , looking quite out of place, in this ragged haven; like some grand travesty of a capital which long-ago lay forgotten. Dust and grime lay spattered on the cobbled streets ; paths twisting and turning into nothingness. Sweat drenched me and I was out of breath. I stopped in front of an old tavern; thirst was teasing my throat s i licked my cracked lips. I wiped my brow with my sleeve and looked around. I felt as if I were a mere speck which had momentarily ceased to watch the other specks in a fevered frenzy. I stepped upto the wooden door which creaked as i pushed it open. I stepped and saw inside. Every single eye ; save the bar-keep's, was upon me. I felt the air become unseemingly hot [though it was quite cool inside really] as i pulled a rickety stool and sat upon it facing a round table which seemed roughly carved out of wood . I saw an old dusty glass bottle upon it. Even as i reached for it, there was a earsplitting sound and I fell from the stool which had cracked and.....................

My eyes opened unwillingly. I was forced back into reality. I looked around, it was a dream. The bus I was travelling in had encountered a nasty bump on the road.. which was the real reason for my stool breaking somewhere ,which I didn't even know existed or not. I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn. Something poked in the side pocket of my suit; I gingerly put my hand and pulled out my Employee Card: It read
Employee Id:s071960
Employee Name: David Fletcher
Authorization : level 05


I smiled at the sight of my own face peering at me from behind a coat of plastic.
I flipped the card over... there was a bar-code - my medium of entry at the place where I work - National Security & Protection Agency [NSPA]. The print said I was head for the Dept. of Logistics. The Bus jerked so violently i almost let go of my card. A cool female voice said ' Passengers may kindly note : We have reached Westwood : Those whose stops are the same may kindly alight. Thank You. We look forward to have you travel with us again'. I hastily put my card in my inside pocket, smoothed the front of my shirt, ran a hand through my hair and alighted as the automated door closed behind me. The Bus had left me along with a lot of exhaust smoke for company. I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket in which a curly, stylish handwriting said ' Number 25/B , Delpeiro, Western Bouleward'. I put it back and started walking hastily.
I crossed the road and hired a taxi.
In 15 minutes, I reached my destination. I paid the driver a crisp 20$ note,without collecting my change , stretched myself. People like me were more content sitting in a creaky chair with a desk whole day rather than travel using all means ! I saw my watch, it was just 4.30. I was a good half an hour before schedule. I always liked to be before time. I glanced around and saw what i wanted- a lemonade stall : Even as i was half way through, I felt a heavy blow on the side of my head, eyes watering in pain and feeling as my head would explode,,,,,,,,,,,,, I collapsed.............. I slowly started feeling pain on the top of my head but i could not open my eyes,,,,,, Something cold splashed against my face,,,,,,,,,,, slowly I my eyes,,,, I was lying spread eagled... my wrists burning , numb,,,,, my head paining like hell........ I managed to crawl myself into a sitting position against a dank wall. I gingerly lifted my arm and felt my head,,,, it was swollen.. and dried blood caked it. I saw,, it was 6.00 in my watch which had cracked. I looked around the room .. a sleek silver briefcase lay there along with a scrap of paper.
Suddenly something vibrated violently inside my suit, I nearly had heart-failure. I pulled out my Communicator and saw an unknown number flashing. I pressed the green button and in a broken voice said 'hello' .
A gruff voice said 'Do as u r told and ur life wil b spared. U r where you were. Take the briefcase and the paper has all the instructions. Follow them word to word,,,,,, and a handsome reward awaits you. The door is to your right. Good Day'. beep.......... the call got disconnected. I took the suitcase and proceeded to the door , punch-drunk. twice I rebounded off the door-frame; it seemed to knock some sense in me. i grasped the handle and steeped unto the same street where I seemed to have been knocked out. I felt like Alice in Wonderland;
I walked brisquely........