It's midnoon. Dhaka is as busy as always. No one has time to care about others. But the sight of a girl, so soaking wet, walking aimlessly, catching people's attention- it is to be expected. They are whispering, thinking about approaching me. Some people started to record the sight, a few even went live on their social media accounts. With eye-catching captions and weird contents, they want to go viral, to become famous -typical Bangalees. However I don't mind, it is within my expectations after all. I went up the stage with a certain goal. To achieve that, I need these attention seekers.
Quite a lot of people have gathered. I can feel their existance. But is it enough? I cannot risk it. So I muttered, " How much more?"
"Oh sweety, you've already gathered over two hundred, just seven more people and we'll have enough people for the first task. If luck favors, maybe you'll even get some bonus points."
Being a small bulbuli bird, Ruru talks way too much. Of course, I'm grateful for that can help me know about things.
"What about the publicity? ", I asked.
Ruru answered quickly, " It's not much but enough for the time being. And after the performance starts,more viewers are bound to notice. So do not worry. And you should start now, we got enough people. "
So It's showtime. I stopped walking amd raised my left hand. People are whispering about what I am doing. They are wondering if i've gone mad or I'm some street performer taking my stance before getting into the performance. Yeah some performance it is gonna be....
The temperature is falling steadily. In the scorching heat of Summer, the sudden cold air is like salvation. People are giggling in happiness. Smile, smile more for you will soon witness the first snow in Bangladesh. This is where my tale starts and starting points should be wonderful despite how it ends.
"Woah! Ammu! It's snowing! ", hearing the child shout excitedly and talking to his mom, i could not decide. Which one of them should be killed first for the other one to have greater despair,mother or son? I can never be sure. Maybe I can only see after I do it. Some people are thinking how is it possible to create real snow with cheap tricks? Well,my fellow humans, my dearest beings, you have thought for long though you are not worthy of it.
" So long, friends....so long, my sanity"
Before anyone can figure the meaning behind my words,they started to realize they are freezing. It is a slow process and the chill is enough to get them crying in fear. Some are screaming and calling me a witch. How hopeless! Do they even know that they are the luckiest batch because I'm giving them the quickest death? Never mind, I guess no one thanks their killer for being less cruel. The child has frozen to death amd the mother is crying her lungs out. She is immobilized and still trying to reach him. Should I release her for a bit? No, it would make the show lame. I cannot afford to do that. I sighed and casted my magic. The child's frozen body was stabbed with countless ice thorns. She is screaming so loud...why won't she die? Should I accelerate her death? But what if it complicates everything?
"Darling stop, I know you are excited but freezing over a thousand people in one go only at the first show is too much. You are going overboard. "
Now that I'm feeling properly, I've exceeded my range since long ago. Maybe I was too much invested in feeling the mother's agony.
"I'm sorry, does it affect the popularity? "
"Of couse not. If anything, viewers are too pleased. But we should not let them get so excited that they no longer become satisfied with anything less,got it? Anyways, time for your ending speech. "
Right, I still need to do that. But are the cameras okay? Well that's Ruru's job. I need to finish this in one go. I cleared my throat.
"Dearest human beings, from now on, every week, I'll show up to massacre you. You are free to live by hiding or fighting or at least you are free to try. So try your worst... That's all. Thanks for listening. "
I knew it. Talking in middle of corpses is awkward.