Of all the sins, may god oversee these..

Of all the sins, may god oversee these

On a cold and chilly night, was roaming around, a woman, a woman in her prime 30’s named Marie. With every rush of wind, she held on to the overcoat even tighter and the teardrops were rolling down her cheeks, but she was wearing a smile, not being able to realize what she'd done. Blood was dripping down her hand and while she walked, she left a trail behind. The moon was hid in the clouds that night and being a remote part of the village, she wasn't able to see the next step that she would take. Driven by anger, she committed this horrendous crime. However, some would take her side.. those who lived what she was living through then and just when it became too much to bear, she snapped. She took out the knife from the knife stand and drove it right through his heart. It was all too sudden for the man to react and he froze momentarily, and so did she. Then she smiled and dragged out the knife slowly, mumbling a few words into his ears, “For all the times that you sinned, rest in peace”. She didn't have to push him back or something like that and all that the husband could manage was, “Y-o-u  Bi-t-c-h, go t-t-o  he-l….” and before he could finish his last words, his heart gave in. There he lay, at her feet like a lifeless creature. She was relieved and sad at the same time, but there was not a shred of fear in her eyes. She stepped back, the knife fell from her hands onto the ground, making a mild noise which was muted by the loud sound of the T.V. Her hands were still shaking, her mind trying to recover from all that just took place. She didn't wipe the floor or cleaned the blood stains on her dress, she just wiped her hand in the basin and let go of whatever happened. See, she was not afraid of getting caught; in fact, she wanted to get caught for the crime that she had committed. She was still in her senses, and as such, felt sadness for the lifeless creature lying on the ground, one whom once she fell in love with and hoped him to be her soul mate, but all that mattered no more. Her love, her husband was a fisherman. She knew there was no turning back and no point repenting what she had already done, so she took her overcoat and the knife in one hand, and walked past the room. She went out to venture in the cold outside, bolting the door behind her so that she gets at least a few hours to complete one last thing that she needed to do, before someone informs the local sheriff.

Many a times before, was she molested and beaten by her ungrateful, drunkard husband, who spent all the earned money on beer and other drinks. His beer tummy testifying to that, he always watched the game all alone, soaked in his own misery. He loved his alcohol much more than he had ever loved his wife. They have been married for 16 years now, yet they had no children. It's not that they didn't try, but every effort seemed futile and many would say that this was driving the man crazier. Her wife had been patient all these years, but she could take it no more. Her husband had lost his job and had been unemployed for the past 4 months,still no effort was made from his side to find another job. So she had to start looking for something, something that would pay her ample and would also involve pleasure, pleasure that she had been depriving for long, and her husband was an old-fat sack incapable of providing that. So, she did it. The first time, she was a bit shy, never being done this before.. but the bills kept piling up and she had to do it, no matter how hard it was for her. She said nothing and the man started what he paid for, the yanking sound of the bed was audible but her husband downstairs cared less. He didn't care whom his wife was sleeping with, as long as she kept the beers and the food coming. And to top it all off, she still received beatings and was beaten until she cried, crying loud enough to be audible to the neighbors, it had become a daily routine. She felt helpless. She possibly couldn't go to the police knowing that she'll be more or less dead, once her husband found out. Let's just face the facts here, the whole village knew what she was and what she did, and it wouldn't be long before the police themselves would be asking her for her services, summoning her every night without pay, and possible beatings worse than her husband's. So she kept quiet, for 4 months and all of this continued day-after-day-after-day, until one day she just couldn't bear it anymore, and did what she had to. That day is today, she wanted to make a point and that’s what she went to do.

Her customers were pretty much regular one's, most were unmarried while 2 were married. Even though their wives knew what their husbands were doing, they couldn't do anything to make them stop, because they were treated the same way Marie was treated by her husband. She knew what she had to do, it was all very clear in her mind. She visited the house of the two married and stabbed them to death. Although their wives didn't exactly applaud the act, they thanked Marie from within, for doing what they never could.

It was not long before the sheriff came to the crime scene. He was shocked by what he saw. He knew Marie, but never imagined her to be the violent type. Anyway, he asked the bystanders where Marie was and they all said, “She went towards the cliff, Sheriff”. And few whispered, “I think she must have committed suicide by now” and few were smiling and loathing Marie, that they couldn't stand up against their husbands.

The sheriff took his unit and headed towards the cliff. There she was, sitting beside the cliff with both of her legs hanging freely in the air, while she sat at the edge of the cliff. The wind numbed her thoughts and made her feel divine; the knife was kept beside her which was covered with blood up to the very handle. She shouted, “Hey Sheriff, what option does a woman in my position have, other than to kill that self-loathed bastard? He’d beat me the whenever he felt like, breaking so many bones in the process that I lost count. I sold my body countless times, hoping to provide for his comfort, and believing that he would change.. but nothing did. Not he, not his ways of treating me, not my life! What choice did I have Sheriff? What choice?!” And with that, she raised her hand in the air.

The sheriff replied, “That doesn't mean that you should take the law in your own hands! Besides that, you could have come to us anytime, we were there for you, and we are there to protect you.”

“Really?! Protect me, my ass! You know what would've happened if I went to you, you would have shoo'ed me first and then, after a few days you would have taken advantage of me just like they did. Then I would have to kill you as well, adding to my already long list of crimes. So it seems, I saved your ass, Sheriff!”, and saying that, she took a dive into the running stream of water flowing beneath the cliff. Before the sheriff or his department could do anything, she was out of their sights. She left behind the murder weapon, which was lying there with blood covered all over it.

Sheriff didn't know what to say. Deep inside, he knew what she said was indeed right. So all he could manage to say was, “Tag that knife, that’s the evidence!”, and saying so, he disappeared into the dark road. A teardrop did roll down his eye, but just a drop and the chaos at the crime scene continued..

NOTE- AGAIN, ANY RELATION TO DEAD OR ALIVE IS PURELY CO-INCIDENTAL. THIS IS A PART OF THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION. SO MAKE PEACE WITH IT FELLA’S!