” I hate this mask. It’s not the same as THAT one! Dammit … I should have waited a few days more.”
A slow drizzle started – not that I cared. It wouldn’t have scrambled my plans. The rain drops desperately tried to infiltrate my tactical vest and kiss my skin, but in vain. The camouflaged jacket only darkened a little by the meager onslaught from above.
‘Should I go through the front or the back? The front might cause some problems… back it is then.’
The parking lot looking out the back entrance was full; it wasn’t a surprise, considering the fact that the incumbent show was the most anticipated one of the year. People were all ga-ga for this one, standing in line a day before the premiere to get their hands on the novel tickets. People always get over themselves when it comes to fictious vehemence and explosions. , I wondered what would they do when faced with real life violence.
I slowly made my way through the lot, snaking my way past the rows of car. When I stopped to take in the ambience,I made sure I wasn’t seen. It won’t do any good if someone got suspicious and called 911 this early – that would botch everything up.
The door lay a few yards before me. I checked my watch: 15 minutes remaining. Putting my latex gloves on, I slowly turned the knob and peeked inside. The narrow hallway was dimly lit by a weak fluorescent bulb which cast more shadow than light. There was no one in sight.
Closing the door lightly behind me, I checked my gear. As I checked everything from bottom to top, I couldn’t stop myself from breaking a wicked grin. It was perfect. I had planned for this night for a long time, longer than anyone could have imagined. Purchasing the necessay equipments for months from a multitude of online stores was agonizing and exhausting; but seeing how beautiful I looked, I had to mention that it was worth it. I had to play the part properly.
Checking the shark tooth knife wedged on the top of my military boots, I redid the velcro straps of the army-issued Kevlar jacket. Then I double checked my semi automatic assault rifle and turned the safety catch off. Stacking the fully loaded extra magazines neatly in my utility belt, I put my gas canister beside them. Ensuring that the side firearm was in it’s place and that it was fully loaded, I finally put on the gas mask that I abhorred – it was the only discrepency of my get up; Bane’s mask was less obnoxious and more fear inducing. This one made me look like an alien.
Two minutes left. I was guided to the destined spot by the muted sound emerging from there. I stood before the big entrance to the magnanimous hall where more than two hundred people were glued to the colossal screen infront of them.They had no idea that the real life Bane was just standing outside the door.
It was time. A staccato of gunfire erupted from the hall and it was the melliflous sound I was waiting for- the first action scene of the movie. I burst through the door, throwing the gas canister at the middle of the hall. It exploded, sending plumes of dark smoke all over the place.Soon the whole hall was blanketed by an impregnable shadow. I could see the faces of some of the audience: shocked, transfixed at the gas canister … and afraid! I gave out a maniacal laugh and open fired.
The sound my assualt rifle made was sweeter than the morning bird, the way it recoiled was like the ecstasy of the morning lover, and the deaths it brought was ambrosia! I open fired at the front row of the people who were immobilized by the magnitude of the event. Their bloodied, ragged bodies slumped to the floor, one atop the other, like a neatly packed deck of cards, the stupor still etched on their motionless faces.
I descried people trying to flee the hall through the doors and aimed my rifle at them. One, two, three, four … and the bodies stacked up. I wished I had some frags! Then the party would have started to get hot! Blazing hot!
There were so many of them! So many people to kill! I couldn’t decide where to aim my rifle. I just kept on realeasing short bursts of fire in random directions. My body was flooded with adrenaline and I felt like a God! Infact, I was God at that moment, deciding who got to live and whose time was up. The emotion was indescribable. It felt as if each and every cell in my body was lit up, alive and indomitable. And the best part was, Bane was dismantling Batman piece by piece on the giant screen. Chaos was rising.
A woman, with a hole in her forehead, was clutching a baby; she seemed to have died shielding her precious little thing. It was just like Harry Potter, wasn’t it? The only thing that was missing was the scar on the forehead of the boy. Smiling, I pulled out my shark tooth knife.
All the doors erupted at the same time and a myriad of voices shouted out “Freeze!”. I put down my weapons and went to the ground, my only regret was that I failed to create the real life Harry Potter…