*This is continued story of Part-2, which is just before this blog post of the same name*
I remember everything. I remember, I used to work for that white dressed man. I was his courier man. I used to deliver his laboratory made items to different people. That man – Shivansh Mehta, owns a pharmaceutical giant. From years he, with the help of that Tantrik, was trying to invent a drug which can heal wounds in no time, and sell them for pretty low price in hospitals and dispensaries. They were good persons trying to bring a revolution in the medicine industry. Once I met with an accident and my finger was scraped out, they decided to test that potion on me, initially I was reluctant, but they were paying me for that, so I agreed. And of course, they were successful. The man whose words were echoing in my mind about the magic in my blood and neem leaves was Shivansh Mehta. I now remember their faces. Both Shivansh and Tantrik were happy, as their medicine was a success, and so was I, not just because I got my finger back, I had some other plans too. I wanted that potion for myself. I wanted to sell that potion in the black market for a higher price.
I had planned out everything, I hired some great goons from the money they paid me for becoming their lab rat. I hired them to kill that Tantrik and Shivansh, and in case everything goes south, I kept a knife and needle dipped with poison inside my shoes’ soles and needle dispenser in a secret pocket of my pant so that I can escape out of the scene effectively.
They let us in the laboratory because they trusted me. I had kept everything planned. First, the goons will kill everyone, then I will take that potion to my friend who is a great chemical scientist, and we will figure out the content of the potion and then sell that potion, and ultimately, become millionaires. But it failed. It failed pretty badly, my goons were killed by their security team, they hit me hard on my head, and I fainted. Next thing happened, I was in a desert, those security guys beating me up and leaving me strangled and I couldn’t remember shit.
But now, I do. I was wearing those same shoes and same pant which had my weapons. All I have to do is to plan everything within few minutes.
‘Apparently, Shivansh brought me here to kill me, as he had no choice. He first thought, he would leave me in that deserted place and get away with it, but I am back. And now, his potion had side effects. Shit! I did all this and it was for nothing. But, one thing was sure, his potion works. Maybe I and my friend can work this problem out. Yes, we can, he is a great scientist, he has won many awards, he can. But I need to kill these guys first’, I thought quietly, lying in front of them.
Meanwhile, they were trying to make me speak, but I was engrossed in thoughts.
‘Who are you guys, why have you brought me here?? ‘, I blurted out, faking my memory loss.
‘Idiot! Your potion didn’t work… make that again…and feed him that ‘, Shivansh angrily said to Tantrik.
And as Shivansh’s back was facing me, I quietly penetrated that needle in his body, I penetrated it very slowly, but deeply. He moved back in pain, saw me, fell and died in front of me, as I was lying there. His security team was far from me. So they charged towards me, I acted quickly and killed that Tantrik with the knife. They stopped. I laughed hysterically, and shouted, ‘Now, who do you work for… tell me…both are dead…’
My happiness knew no limits. I planned this in seconds. I had to attack Shivansh and Tantrik when they were away from their security. So I did. My plan was a success. I escaped death. His security, they didn’t kill me. They just went, I don’t know where, and I don’t care. I just care about one thing —I was going to be a millionaire.