A Perfect Retaliation

It was really a great morning to start off and as usual I woke up early that morning and went for a jog to a nearby park which was 2kms from my place. My house is just opposite to this park, my wife and daughter always used to go for an early morning walk in this park. This was really a pretty good exercise and it keeps me brisk all the day. Once I reach the park I used to exercise for almost an hour to make me fit as always as ever. I should make sure that I’m not late to the park. I’ve taken my revolver as well and yeah of course it’s fully loaded. I had always kept a vigil on this park and this time I had seen him and I’ve been waiting for this chance for quite some time. This was my routine for almost 10 years and there are certain times where I’m bound to do this. This is not something any person would have expected to do in his life, but my situation is such that I’m bound to do this. I still remember my first day training where I was made to run the whole campus for almost 10 times, but as time went it was pretty much easy for me. I’ve never run like this in my entire life. I always enjoyed the shooting session and I haven’t missed my target on any instance. I’m not pretty much sure of my aim but somehow I’ll definitely hit the target. I’ve got a revolver with me and had been practicing for quite some time, so that I don’t miss the target. The training which they gave was not only for physical fitness but also for mental strength. They always wanted us to be shrewd, vigil and agile all the time and that’s what is expected from a COP. Being a life as a cop is not a cake walk. It was even worse than walking on a tight rope in a single leg without any balance. But I enjoyed my life as cop and we were always referred as “CEAT” tires which means born tough. The last 3 months was meant to be the toughest in my life. I really wanted to forget the incident that happened 3 months back. It shook the earth below my feet. My wife is a brave woman too and she is always proud of the way what I am. I was married and my life was smooth till the last three months until this gruesome incident happened in my life. Mine was a small family comprising of my wife and daughter and losing one person among us was something totally unexpected. The worse thing is the person responsible for this gruesome act is still out there enjoying his freedom. My wife divorced me, took our only child with her and she had left the city. In fact she desperately wanted to get married to me seeing my brave effort in rescuing a small kid from some local perpetrators. I was treated like a culprit even though I was no way connected with that incident. I was also a known encounter specialist and there were some threats for my life as well, but being a cop I don’t care about this. I’m sure that I would definitely spot him in this park one day since he was known to be grown up in this place. I knew this park since I was grown up in the same city and hitting a target in this place is not something easy but it’s not going to be just a threat this time it’s going to be retribution. My heart was only filled with vengeance and I didn’t want to miss this chance at any cost. So far in my 10 years as a cop I’ve never treated any criminal or culprit as a human being. There was some opposition from my home but what I was going to do was an act of justice. I was treated even worse than a dog. I still have 15 minutes left with me to complete my exercise. My husband will be back in another 15 minutes and I’m expecting his arrival. It’s really hard to be a cop’s wife, especially when things are out of your hands and there are so many threat calls on daily basis. I’ve never thought of doing this but things are out of my hands now. I don’t have any other option left with me now. I know how to handle these situations which happened in the recent past and I’ve been preparing myself mentally strong for this. My husband is a really strong person and I guess even he can’t take these. It’s just a matter of 1 day, 3 months ago which almost buried my entire life. The last 3 months had been a little worse for us, but I’ve strongly overcome that situation. This mentality really helps that too especially being a cop’s wife.
It’s already time and I need to get back to home; even the park is getting crowded. I don’t think I can hit the target, the park is getting crowded and I need to follow him until the road gets deserted. I need to follow him, else I would miss him and I won’t get a better chance like this. He is heading towards his home and there is no way I can hit the target on the way. It’s high time I take the revolver from my coat pocket. There is knock at the door and yeah it’s my husband. As I opened the door I saw my husband and immediately followed by a bullet shot. My husband fell on the ground, he was shot. I’m not sure whether the bullet was fired from my revolver but unfortunately it had hit the cop. I need to escape from this place as soon as possible. I thought of giving justice but rather I’ve become a murderer. I’m glad that my wish is fulfilled; I should move away from this place before someone gets hold of me. My husband was shot, it was indeed such a brutal murder that has happened in the day light in front of my eyes and I’m all helpless.
At the funeral, all of them present were paying tributes to the cop who was murdered. I wish if my husband hasn’t done this I wouldn’t have shot him. It was really hard to take such a bold decision and even execute it. But Alas! I succeeded in it. My husband had taught me how to shoot and I’ve tried it on my master itself. I don’t feel guilty for my act since it was my husband who invited death all by himself. We had been married for 10 years and our relationship was really good, I wonder what made him do such a gruesome act of raping a 16 year old girl early morning in the park 3 months ago. He didn’t even spoil a girl’s life but was responsible for her suicide to which her family is repenting even now. On top of that he spoiled the life of one more person by accusing of the crime who almost lost his family. I don’t know how many were behind him for his act but at last it was his very own revolver that delivered Justice.