Incomplete Story: Everything's Weapon

“But we don’t have any weapons! Except that colt with only one extra magazine!” Rick pointed to Sarah’s gun, with utmost irritation. “I am not a coward, but I am not suicidal either!”

“Oh, so you think you need bullets!” Neel smiled shrewdly.

“Don’t you?”

“Well, I think, in our job, bullets don’t kill people. The guy who uses the bullet does.”

“Oh, save that crap!” Rick turned around; he was getting bored with the lecture.

Neel looked at him for a second and then gestured at Sarah. Sarah threw him the gun. Neel swiftly took out the magazine and dropped one bullet on his right palm.

“Oye!” Neel called Rick to turn him around, holding the gun in left hand and the bullet in right.

As soon as Rick turned around, Neel threw the bullet at him, with full force. It hit him on the chest, as he backed up a step.

Rick stared at Neel with a what-was-that look on his face.

“See! Bullets don’t kill people! You do, I do….” Neel stroked his brain twice. “..with a lot of help from this.”

Rick was still staring at him.

“What you need to learn is, with your brain around, everything that you can see beside you can be a weapon, even a lethal one.” Neel looked at Rick and understood maybe the words weren’t enough to convince him.

“Let’s go for a stroll! We need to collect some frozen food and I know just the place!”

Neel gestured Sarah to stay put.

After 15 minutes, Neel and Rick were on the foot road around the hill. They could see a small wooden house. The house had no color or even the smallest pretense to show off by anything.

“Isn’t this where the two guys live, that we saw yesterday?” Rick enquired.

“Yes, they are out in town, don’t worry!”

Neel went and kicked the bolt open.

“Should we be doing this? They are dangerous!” Rick sounded nervous.

“Don’t worry, they won’t be home for another 10 minutes!”

“What? 10 minutes? Why did we come in then?”

“Chill. I was planning of a demonstration. They are on top of our hit-list anyway.” Neel took the remote and turned the TV on. “Check the fridge inside.”

“Are you insane? You don’t have a gun! I just have this stupid dagger! What are we gonna do?”

A car screeched outside.

“Oh shit!” Rick whispered.

“Go, hide in the kitchen…. And sit somewhere you can watch the show from.” Neel kept changing the channels.

Rick looked at him for a second and then tiptoed to the kitchen.

“Who broke the door?” Pete asked.

“I can see somebody standing inside. Go bring the gun, I will handle him.” Kane passed through the door with his handgun pointed at Neel. Neel was calmly changing the channels.

“Who are you? What are you doing?”

“Looking for the music channel, pal! Bloody hell, searched 68 of them, found none!” Neel spoke in a disgusted tone, his remote pointed at the TV on his stretched hand.

“You bloody…” Kane almost leapt at him. Rick clutched his dagger tight, ready to rush in.

Neel swiftly turned the remote and held it as a knife. Before Kane could realize what was going to happen, Neel thrust the remote inside his mouth. The remote came out from the back of his neck by one centimeter.

Kane’s body dropped on the floor.

Pete came inside with a shotgun and fired instantly. Neel ducked like a lightning.

He rolled on the floor and stood up just where the switchboard was. A liquid mosquito coil was plugged in it. He took that out and leapt to the left as Pete fired a second time.

Neel kicked the sofa towards Pete. Pete jumped and stood on it. Neel leapt ahead and with full force turned the sofa down. Pete couldn’t fire as he tried to balance him on the fallen sofa.

Neel held the mosquito coil with its two plug pins out. Before Pete could recoil the gun, Neel caught his hair and pulled his head with his left hand. With his right hand he injected the mosquito coil in the small valley of the back of his neck, just below the hair.

The gun fell from Pete’s hand. Neel pulled the coil aside forcefully and ripped the back of his neck like paper.

“Medulla oblongata, very useful part!” Neel commented. Rick slowly came out of kitchen, his mouth half open. “So, what’s today’s lesson called?”

“Everything is a weapon.” Rick smiled. He was going to enjoy Neel’s company.

“Good. Well, you can also have some of ‘your’ weapons here too.” Neel pointed at the fallen guns and pulled the remote out of Kane’s vocal cord. “Go check the fridge, let’s get what we were here for.”

“What are you doing?”

“I didn’t lie to the big guy here. I am looking for the music channel….aah, there it is!” Neel finally stopped at a channel and sat on the couch.

Rick frowned and went into the kitchen.