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ÚLTIMO VEZ - 4


The boy just had stood off from the hospital bed and a bad omen was still on waiting. Vez heard the voice on Mr Oraculo shouting out “Help! Help!” He rushed towards the main gate. The guards were beaten to death. They were a gang. Vez cleverly moved near to one of the bikers and banged his head with the guard's stick. He sat on the bike and chased them. Vez threw that stick on the car. They were ignited, they left Mr Oraculo on the road and rushed after Vez. Vez unconsciously turned left and right. The roads also have their own plans, that led him to the field where Último used to play. He saw Último playing cricket and called him from the deepest of his voice. His soul was weeping tears of joy and eyes quenched their thirst to get a glance of Último. He was overwhelmed and quickly got off from the bike to meet Último. But his fortune wasn’t so great to fulfil his wish without the offer of blood. Someone kicked him from his back. He fell upon the railing, his collar red by his blood aroused his temper. His ears were ringing. He stood up and slapped under his ears and then pounded his chest and then smashed his head to his feet. His aggression was at the par. His enraged eyes indicated his will to dice and slice all four. Nobody could have thought of Vez, such a sober child can also fight but the hitherto! Another was also banged on the pole. But the two rushed together and one among the last two stepped on Vez’s toe and he cried out loud in pain.

This woke up the very emotion of Último and he struck that man with his hand although he was wounded and Vez brutally smashed another. It was over. Último embraced Vez tightly, Vez closed his eyes and his world was once again surrounded by gayness. Último murmured in his ears “Go and read my diary, I was never bad!”
Vez  replied “Let's go together” and held his hand. But Último fell down, his wound was bleeding severely. Último pointed his finger on another man...
NOTE**
Last part is a bit confusing, and all confusions will be solved in the next part.

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