Integrity of a Walther P99

Have you ever wondered how it feels to kill people and that too for their innocence? I have. Infact I feel it all the time. Have you ever lived with the guilt of poking someone to death, I have lived with that sin all my life. To endure something that you hate is hardest to stand. But what if you have to live a life you hate? Can't think of it, right? I have suffered every second of my life; every flash reminds me of those sinless people I slaughtered.
I go around a million of places with my owner, or I must say I used to, as that horrendous human is no more. This time a sinless soul pushed him to sleep. So, visiting various beautiful places, trying to behold the beauty and joy, but all I could bear in mind was that extreme pain one felt when I penetrate the body of an animate. The pain of the ones I drowned to death, and the pain of their kinsperson. Impelling people to their death, that too by piercing their body, leaving them blood-soaked and pushing them to palpitate, fluctuating on the life-death bridge, in itself is a nightmare.

Well, you might have been perplexed by my words till now. The 'Who are you?' question would be hovering in your mind.
Let me introduce myself. I am a "Walther P99QA pistol", designed specifically for slaying people.
But I hate myself, I hate my life. I mean how can I KILL people. But, what can I do I am just a puppet in my driver's hand, and have to obey the operator.**

Its 2:30 in the night and I am in an unfamiliar entourage. Though I have asphyxiated countless creatures in my life span and shot dead oodles, but I never had such a contingency as to be a guest of this lintel.
Generally, at this time I used to rest in a sound manner in my repository cabinet. However, today seems different.  I am lying listless on a corner counter of a police station as main evidence.
It is a medium sized hall that we are in, lights are caliginous bright. There isn't much cluster in here, majority are in a khakhee uniform with the badges, and the rest in civil uniform have glued their eyes on a girl. The girl sitting on the desk next to me, with a sleeve partially torn out of her sooty dungy kurti strained with the blood marks, smudged kohl, teary red-blood eyes, her skin scratched and lacerated at places. In a languid and calamitous state she is.

**How much pain she went through in past few hours. Never in life had she thought of this disastrous day, and never might have she imagined this condition of herself.
It wasn’t her fault at all, she could even had ran away after slaughtering that monstrous man down, but she didn't! She rather surrendered.**

I was continuously gaping at her pondering what she might be going through.
She was sitting like a cold dull-deadpan creature, totally vacuous and inscrutable, as an inanimate static-hardened effigy, resting on a settee. She was in a most discombobulate and baffled state, for being at a public place.

**I pity her, what a tactical divine-will played with her. She must have been feeling totally shattered and wiped out. I wish I could conciliate her, but alas! Being an inanimate all I could do was gaze at her forlornness and pilfer at least portion of her pain.**

While I was gazing at her guilty face, an inspector approached her and asked- "Why did you shoot him?"
She was dummied up.
He interrogated over- "Speak. What cropped up that you fired him?"
Drops twirled down her eyes and she began to cry clashingly.

**I could understand her pain, after all I witnessed her contend. How wretched she had been feeling.**

The inspector called the female constable and asked her to question her.
The constable catechized her-"Why did you kill him?"
"I didn't want to, I didn't aim to kill him, I just wanted to threaten him and amble away."
The constable consoled her and asked her what happened precisely.
"He tried to rape me." She said with a weeping voice and heavy teary eyes.
Everyone staring at her was left with their eyes wide open.
The female constable went silent.
"And thus you shot him dead! He was the son of Dhanraj Malhotra you stupid girl" the inspector exclaimed.
"So, should have I allowed that brutal beast to vitiate me?" She shouted at him in an exhausted voice.
The inspector was left close-mouthed.

**Yeah! That monster tried to outrage her, with exorbitant ferocity and all this lawman cared about is that demon and his evil politician parent.
I know how vicious and brutal he was! I have fraternized the extent of his cruelty, how he slaughtered plenty of chaste people, just 'coz they disaccorded him.

"Kshitij Malhotra" he was heir of the great politician "Dhanraj Malhotra". Who has all the dynamism in his grasp and all the bucks in his bag, his spoilt son had all the presumptuousness and inhumanity in the world.
May be this alone was a reason for me to never walk down the police station door, 'coz every time he has assassinated someone, he displayed the imperium of his connections and extricated himself.

Flashback
It might have been seven in the evening, dusk was setting in. Me and my owner were meandering down the streets of the city in his red and black jeep '2014 Wrangler Red Level', overtaking the ones driving safely.
Gyrating through the hustling byways, we entered a cadaverous lane with hardly any human around.
Except one!
A girl in a loose fitting salwar kameez, with her side bag dangling down her shoulder was walking down the lane. May be she had been returning from her study classes.
My master overtook her in a thunder. The moment he saw her, he hit the brake and bent back to leer at her. She was all alone on the road, he checked her with an evil-eye. She got anxious; I could sense that on her face. Avoiding him, she continued to walk. 
That brute boy started his jeep and followed her.
She tried to pay no attention.

"Come girl, I shall drop you" He said in the raunchiest tone.
She disdained his remark but hastened up. May be she had suspected the threat. She quickened and tried to escape. He drove fast, overhauled her and blocked her way. She was panic-stricken. She tried to fling away but that bastard stepped off his jeep and followed her. She hustled, looking for someone to lend her a helping hand, but there was none other than the silence of the night.
She rushed, scampered as fast as she could.
He chased her and finally caught her. He lugged her hard, she floundered.
That monster clenched her by her wrist, she opposed but he overpowered her, held her hard. She protested with all the strength she had. 
He dragged her; she fought back and tried to shove him away. 
She was screaming, crying for help. He was dominating her with all his acerbity.
"Please leave me. Please.." she was howling for help.
"You will repulse me? You have the audacity to say no to Kshitij Malhotra!" He blustered at her.
"Don't do this to me, please let me go." she bewailed.

She was imploring earnestly but that bastard was so hard-boiled that he didn't even unbolt the tight grasp on her hands. I was listening to her mourning and her wild snivels. For once her yells sent a chill down my spine but 'I am a non-living' I recalled. But how coldblooded and callous he was, still trying to assault her.

He was still trying to lug her close, she was floundering. He then in anger got hold of her kurti by neck-side and in an attempt to drag her close, tore it off.
She yelped and with one hand covered the torn out part. She stepped back and tried to run. She was crushing against him and he was drawing her forcefully towards himself. Being tired up of fighting back, she dashed him hard with all stamina left in her.
My monstrous master fell on the road with a jerk. This tugged me; I oozed out from his pocket and tumbled aside her feet with a lurching move.
She expeditiously plucked me, handled herself on her paws and put that evil on gunpoint. 
Her hands were quivering; she herself was scared of me as if I was going to shoot her on my own. 

I was always in the dauntless grip of my master, who never was frightened of dumping innocent people to death. Today though in these teetering hands I was for the first time proud of myself, being able to lend a helping hand. And a way for grievance, an eye for an eye finally.

While he tried to get back on his feet again, she warned him.
"Stay away. Or else I'll shoot you." She said with shuddering voice.
"Haha! With these trembling hands you will shoot me? “He japed at her.

"Don't step closer. I will shoot you." She warned him again.
But how tenacious that man was, he smirked at her and budged beside her.
Taking a few steps back she again cautioned him. But he was drifting closer to her.

She pulled my trigger.

He fell back. The devilish expression on his face vanished in a jiffy. He inclined his face to look at his shirt, blood red it was! He wasn't able to trust his eyes. He touched his hand against his chest lightly; his hand was all drenched in blood. He quaked and tried to balance his body at his feet.

She had pulled the trigger and part of me had pierced him into his heart. And he was breathless. 

A heartless man was shot dead at his heart. How ironic! 
For once in my life time I felt eminent. For the foremost time I slayed a criminal. That was a moment to feel honoured, right!

She was astounded on that act of her. Antagonized she was! Eyes wide open, staring at dead body of that demon with a 'What have you done?' grimace.
For once beaming at the cold meat in front of her, and then at the weapon in her hold with a perplexed grin.
She threw the gun, plopped down, tears whirled down her eyes and she bemoaned hard.

It was the first time I was witnessing so much regret on a death. The rest of times what I eyed was a blood shed body, and a 'no-regret' face of my operator

She sat there for 2 hours. For 2 hours she kept crying with a blank face, like a statue on the dead lane.
Silent impassive 2 hours.

Finally she dialled *100*
A man picked up.
"Hello." The high pitched voice said.
She was silent.
"Hello?" He came again.
"I killed him." She said.
"Whom? Whom did you kill?" The voice on the other side enquired.
"I killed him." She wept hard.
"Ok. Where are you? He asked.
"Western highway." She answered.
The phone fell down her hands. She glued her eyes on the dead man, cried and cried as hard as she could.

"How in a fraction of minute did the wheel of fortune turned way. The one who was trying to cream her, is now lying in front of her in a demolished way, but ruined her too. The bullet took just that monster's life but wrecked an angle's life too."