The Prime Prosecutor

I was ubiquitous. I made my way into Marks Hotel, tracking down the Prime Prosecutor of the republic. The prosecutor, Mr. Golden Finn, was one of the most corrupt people in the Republic. Intact his standard had passed alarming levels and reached a fatal stage. As one may put it the most corrupt in the history of corrupt people.

I appeared at room number 72. l could hear faint sexual disgusting sounds inside. After a careful thought l bashed at the door and suddenly there was a hostile silent, l knocked again harder and disrespectfully. Within some minutes the door was opened, the man surveyed me with a surprise mocking look from the head to toe. A formidable ugly creature, he is, even a dog will refuse to take a bone from him. Had a huge tummy, it seems he always invest in his stomach only. Any idea to kick the stomach lingered in my mind but I restrained. Its not in my nature to start violence.

He had nothing except a long bathing towel on his waist. Impulsively, l shuffled into the room much to his shock and disbelief. Quite how l could not respect his privacy was one of the unfathomable mysteries in his lifetime. His temper uncoiled and started to vibrate with anger. The depth of his anger was so intense like Coriolis force which causes erosion on floor tiles.

"Where the hell are you going little frog", he said as he lurched violently catching me. He was a man of frayed tempers indeed and one would hesitate to play games with such raucous man. I hopped away from his agitated hands, moved deep inside the room. There a beautiful young lady, covered with bed sheets, stared at me with eyes filled with hatred. She got up and dressed as quickly as she could and chickened away.

All the while Mr. Golden was dressing himself up. Having finished dressing, it seems he was ready to fight. Noticing my tiny body he thought there was no need to call security. On a second thought decided to make a call. Perhaps it was better that I apprehended by his thugs.

"Do you know who l am, l shall deal with you ruthlessly"

"No, Sir actually l am here to whip the devil of you" l declared gruffly.

Mr. Golden jittered all over the room, walking like someone who had forgotten his testicles at home, raising his shoulders aggressively obviously to conceal his fear. He was afraid of the media.

'Deal with me how, and who are you ' he responded in an abrupt way

'I am a citizen, a victim of your fundamentally irresponsible behaviour" l said grudgingly.

His phone went through, but suddenly it turned into a bird and glided away. His eyes opened wide with terror, shocked and quaking, he stammered with a faint but tired voice , a sign of terrible fear .he foreseen an impeding peril and had to act quickly. Running for his life, he stormed out of the room. I was happy. I stayed for l knew he would hurry back again in few minutes. He had forgotten his car keys on the dressing table.

Immediately, l removed the keys and threw away. I transformed to became the key myself and lay steadily there. True to what l had anticipated, he jerked in quickly; his eyes wheel around the room, there was no one. He took a deep breather, remain on a standstill for a while holding his waist like a women scorned but seeking revenge.

Finally, he decides to take the keys. As soon as he holds them, a force magnetized the keys, pulled him towards the window, the window opened widely; there was no doubt in his mind that he was to be pressed out through that window from the fifth floor. He cried for help with a loud piercing and high pitched voice. Death was inevitable at that moment, he strongly felt it.

Like a berserk buffalo the giant man wrestled courageously, spreading his legs over, the other hand hold against the wall. It was a tragicomedy. But he had to die, my mission what to remove the stinking dung heaps and bacteria away from decent people.

The hotel staff and other people rushed to witness. They too could neither believe nor understand what was going on. They glared at him in astonishment. Some started taking photos with their smart phones. After much hustling and bustling he force set him loose , fell with a loud splash ,stood up quickly, sweating, drenched with tears and whisked away still with the keys.

The people around were still trying to come to terms with what was happening when a massive blast bombarded their ears. Like a volcano, Mr. Colden's car erupted, everything burned to ashes except the keys. He had to burn to prevent his body from coming back again. Finally the keys disappeared.‬