The power of Pen

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 b...

An old man sitting beside him, gently with his soft fingers wiped his tears. He seemed to be kind and sober. A cute little alleviating smile was lit on his face. Vez’s head was paining but still, he found it comfortable to speak to that man. The man took Vez to his car to aid him. The hospital was quite far and Vez’s condition wasn’t too intensive, thus he asked Vez about Ultimo. He questioned, “I often observed you and Ultimo walking down the park, how you became friends?” Vez answered but rather in the form of a story. He started “Our ego created a barrier for friendship, Yes! We both were rivals, We never talked to each other, we sought to displace each other, each and every time we wasted no chance. But all lasted till that day” he had a pause and with deep reflection in his eyes, he started again “We both were getting on for a party after matricula. We both went easily but while returning he was down in dumps as left out and me only was left. I jumped in joy cause I had a bik...