Saturday, July 18, 2009


The hit staggered her and the red was everywhere. Someone tried to staunch her wound with bare hands. I stood next to her and watched, numb. "I'm burning.. I'm burning!", was all she could get out of her mouth, and I couldn't move an inch. As she slowly collapsed, and her eyes rolled to one side, with blood flowing out of her nose and mouth, screams of "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Stay with me! Stay with.." filled my head. And all I managed to do was scream; scream a red scream.


I feel light, as I have always felt before a kill. The excited and confident lightness. This mission has been unique in all ways. A special request from Number 10, Downing Street has its own appeal, after all.
Now guised as a black Basij militia man, I have chosen this dilapidated residence after much careful calculation. The elevation and the view are perfect; and the fallbacks, of course. Those two loafers are, by the way, still staring intently after me, as I vanished through the hedges of this forlorn building. It means one thing: I now have a couple of guys ready to corroborate the story of a Basij shooter, that will be circulated later. Ah, sweet.

Ascending the long, winding staircase and creeping into the concealed cabinet, I cannot but admire my own capabilities. I was the best at KIMS game and the Stalker training at the School, always.
On reaching the attic, my hands have started assembling the rifle mechanically as I take a peep outside. Protestors are swarming the Kargar Avenue. Cries of "Marg Bar Diktator!" are loud and clear, and pleasant. Taking the rifle scope I scourge the avenue, far away, for a suitable candidate. "I want you to give them a face.", the Prime Minister had told me. "A face of youth, a face of courage. A face of freedom, a face of liberty. A face to fuel the fire that is brewing up..". A handsome lady alights from her Peugeot 206 to join the crowd of protestors, catching my eye. "I want the country ablaze, soon, with a face for the reformist opposition. I want to see the Velayat-e Faqih burn!". The lady is just right: young, energetic, bold, with a face that I am soon going to turn into a rallying point for all the revolutionaries. You are going to be famous, girl, very famous; even immortal, if everything falls into place as planned. Thank me for that. I can't help smiling to myself as I turn to aim directly at her chest.

From the moment I was born, I knew that I would do something significant in life. Considering my build, my cousins told me that I can take anyone down with a single shot. 12.7mm, they called me. Some others used only my surname, .50-caliber.
Now, the match-grade-me is loaded in the free-floating barrel of a match-grade Q-14, with its wood hollowed out, a fiberglass-seated receiver, tweaked trigger mechanisms and optics.

I know of their plan. Of my role. In creating an unrest, an uprising and an anti-authoritarian ripple in these parts. God, I'm excited! Now, He is setting the various parameters to counter various natural factors: wind speed, wind direction, light source, temperature, barometric pressure, and so on, keeping the range in mind, which may be close to 700m. With some feathery touches to the BDC, He smiles that cold smile, to himself, apparently satisfied. He pats me, my Master, and says, "Let's paint it red, now..".
As he brushes the power ring, and adjusts the reticule, I feel an adrenaline rush. Images from the future flash across my mind: her torn-apart body, the blood soaked pavement, people screaming in a frenzy, her numb husband, mass, wild protests and tweets that follow, violence and bloodshed and more deaths; every scene painted with Red..

And now, the mil-dots are centred around her chest. I know that I am going to tear those tender muscles apart and burst her heart, murdering her. For the greater good.
He pulls the trigger. I set upon my parabolic journey..

There Will Be Blood.

PS: The post is fictional he thinks, the ignorant bastard.

PS: My tribute to the rumours that were/ are abound about this killing in Iran, and certain circumstances thereof.


Chaitanya said...


Why aren't you arrested yet? :D

Nice nice!

Nakki said...

very well done, inspiration of My name is Red cannot be missed.

A british request to a US marine Corper? Hmmm... Ruffling feathers of a quite a few eh?

Very well done, again :)

Akshata said...

James Bond will get you. Soon. B-)

And the rest of the comment goes in appreciation of thy literary prowess. :)

Vinay Hegde said...

Who am I to be arrested? Neda, sniper or the bullet? B-)

May be a retired mariner, you know.. :P
I read about Iranian allegations of US and UK involvements. So I am not the one doing the ruffling. :)

Thanks a lot! :)

statix said...

nice one . . .keep writing more..

anubhavb said...

Amazing post dude,
Extremely well written IMHO

Congrats on another great story...

Vinay Hegde said...

Thank you.. But, who is this? :P

Thank you :)

thripurasundhari said...


thripurasundhari said...

scary man!
You painted it. Brilliant imagery!

Merin Mandanna said...


Quite a lot of reading, you must have done!
( a lot of typing too! ;) )

are you Gordon or Nolan?? :D Very , *very* well written!

Vinay Hegde said...

Scary? :O Thanks. :)

Not a lot, but I did do some reading.
Thank you. :)

Anonymous said...

Gordon Bennett! That's the way to go!

Boneywasawarriorwayayix said...

Maga...this is god-level.

The bullet's memoir was bloody awesome man..

No words to describe!!
Hey, why don't you put this in Fourth Estate?

Vinay Hegde said...

Thanks. :)

Really? Thank you. :)
TFEaaaa? Lets see if they accept it.

jj said...

Great post, great tribute. SHTUD maga

Vinay Hegde said...

Thanks. :) WungaLavaLava? :P

naveen said...

Parabolic journey... How true :-D

naveen said...

Amazing story, keep it up :-)

Kirtika said...

Ouch,ouch over and again.Heart-rending indeed.
Nice work there, do keep writing. :-)

Kirtika said...

As an afterthought, I would really wish the title wasn't RED :(
One tends to associate red with a lot of positive things, and this is just too numbing. :(

Vinay Hegde said...

Thanks. :)

Thank you. :)
Oh! I didn't realize that the title could become a source of prejudice. Sorry for that.

Matangi Mawley said...

brilliant narration!

Matangi Mawley said...

brilliant narration!

Matangi Mawley said...

brilliant narration!

Vinay Hegde said...

Thank you. Do I know you?

karthrags said...

\m/ awesome!

have you read David Baldacci? Try him.. Got reminded of him when reading your article :)

Vinay Hegde said...



Nope, I haven't read any of Baldacci's novels. I'll give them a try this December. :)