suddenly(3)-ready to serve

once i thought the plot was arranging into some puddle and i needed to bring the excitement out

                                   - priyaani

Taking short breadths he felt the cold winds biting into him.The excruciating pain was no longer bearable, just one more foot forward and he collapsed in the snow as he hit the old oak......
Some blood lay soaked in the snow below as his lame eyes blinked in the hard day light.The pain had extraordinarily reduced.He thrust his feet against the ground in fear of being caught easily for maintaining the same site for log hours.The fear in him was tiresome since his escape from the jail after serving 6months of punishment.He had been caught for a mere rise of voice but much had happened before he knew.The schema was well drawn.When he was arrested much was preplanned.....a false accuse  for murder of a man he didn't know.Unfortunately he was present in the strike for cause lead by him.The news clipping had caught 'BRUCE EDISON'  last talking to him and then inconspicuously disappeared!Nearby a dead body was found claimed by his wife as him.'RICHARD EDISON' who was to take over after his dad had cursed this man.
BRUCE EDISON was no ordinary man.He was the famous billionaire who claimed all his money had come from the great sales of 'Daily News'.The man was a great bluff as he had taken over his father.Where his father barely managed a living this man made hell lot of news from the gutter and yet was on the top.His paper declared ridiculously how the president was  working on the fairly good  economic times when the recession has paralysed every man in US.He had come up that day as far as his tired head could remember
"I'll give u coverage in return promise me my benefits", the man barked
"what benefits?"came the sulking answer 
The fair headed of fairly good height man fished his leather jacket and showed it
"this gem was a gift for printing on the paper 'HEATHER gold' news.I cover u, Ur needs met.Where's mine?"
"were i so rich I'd have made an hospital and not stand here for justice!"-he said rather sarcastically
Thumping the shoulders he said
"I know that young blood!Hold Ur breadth and I'll tell u what u can do.......U will  get me my treasure........simple just break into the Hollard office and pass me the tender rates.That's it and media should not be Ur worry any more", he laughed incoherently.
The news was covered and unfortunately the tender rates had leaked and the direct suspect was him.Maybe if he'd agreed for it the snow would be replaced by warm fire and carpet.
He suddenly realised he tried to move but couldn't.He desperately turned around to see thick nylon ropes tied him to the oak.Alas all this pain was useless.His hostile efforts had failed.He'd been caught.Why did he bother to run and stay under a snowy sky all night with a bullet in his right arm.
A warm arm softly fit on his broad shoulder, "feeling better?"a soft voice had called out.
It was too polite to be any sort of crime control be it the CIA,local police or any.As he couldn't move much he had to wait till the shadow grew shorter.A slender girl in a white fur coat and jeans stood before him.Her coat had some blood stain too and a brown mark which looked and smelt iodine.Before he could enquire she immediately said working on the ropes"thought u'd try to move  the very morning so as i had to go to get some bandage i thought it best to not to leave u at the faith's trust,silly enough though u'll say"she said once looking at him with a short smile.
Soon he was released.Relieved that she was of no worry to him he now said humbly "thanks for the first aid"looking at his shoulder and now realising y it never stung now and yet something struck his mind "how did u find me girl, oh sorry this is Lean Walksman",realising he'd just been saved!The conscious girl raised from her stone seat nearby approached him stared at him and then confirmed"oh no, ur Meryl Streep!"
Taken aback he leaped forward"huh?"
"yes Mr. don't fool around Ur all in the papers!my dad reads Ur name 100times a day.He's with the press though.Ur if my memory beacons correctly 'mr.Arthur Spainp' " in a stern voice........ "an odd title she added"  smiling to herself.
"very well should have known.u don't like my title?wow what's Ur's miss?"another try to get some idea about the figure before.
"I'm not Meryl Streep Mr."her face bearing a smirk and then " Estella Bears, u can call me Stem,my friends know me by this name more"she said laughing.
"whys that?"
"they say it's because a stem's very rigid and I'm worse but i say there must be a rotten joke with it!"
Arthur David Spainp his complete name smiled as he thought about the days back in high school how they called names.
The  girl  once again started "When i found u here u were all soaked in blood and i had to run to the medical store to get some aid for you.Wouldn't bother unless I'd recognise u from the papers.U were doing good job and father says u were innocent so i wasted some of my cars petrol to get u aid"and once again smiled (that heart thumping one).
He was more mesmerised and hated her father's opinions though they were in her favour.How he wished it were her own.All of a sudden he heard voices, the streets were getting busy may be and he must make a move.He soon bid farewell to his lovely saver and left against his heard pounding!
The girl followed every step unless he was out of sight.Suddenly she saw the guitar guy playing a low note far away.She made a head start, hating  to have seen him after such a wonderful acquaintance. 


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