Ajish fought hard to clear his head, which began clouding up from the exhaustion that comes after a bout of adrenaline. He can’t afford to lose out right now. His brother needs immediate help. He was not sure how bad his injuries were, but he knew that they would be worth of worry. But before he went for that, he needed to secure the lone attacker who remained in the room. There was no time to find or pursue the other one, who apparently dragged himself away.
Hr staggered closer, with great effort not to slip in the pool of blood, to the prostrate figure on the floor. The beam of the flashlight played on the bloody face. The pitch black skin had started to pale a bit because of the blood loss. He was well built, with lean but strong muscles, almost like a martial artist. The shaggy shirt of a checked pattern, soaked in blood, stuck to his upper body. The hair, ample and wavy was all messy, with half of the mass stuck together in blood. Ajish looked around to find something to bind him up. He couldn’t find anything available, except the power cords of the table lamp. He grabbed it, and tried in vain to pull the cable out from the lamp body. He felt too weak to get any effect on it. Finally, he decided to abandon the attempt, and use the cord with the lamp attached. With great effort, he lifted up the arms of the assailant from underneath his torso, and bound the wrists tightly together. The slack of the cord is looped around the bed frame and securely tied up.
He was not happy about it, but that will have to do temporarily, ad the more important thing right now is to take care of his brother. But before that, he need some light.
With knees frequently refusing to obey, he shuffled out into the hall, and onward to the niche around the stairwell. The main power panel was placed there. Shining the flashlight in, he found that all the breakers are in position. The power must have failed in the mains, or even been disconnected from outside. He limped oback into the hall again, and got the tiny emergency lamp out from the shelf. This will have to do, he told himself. As an afterthought, he grabbed a couple of electrical cords lying around the shelf and walked back to the room where his brother was lying injured.
Without losing any time, Ajish went back and bound the feet of the assailant also together, and tied it to the tower bolt of the door. This way, the assailant was really stretched between the bed and the door, which would make any escape difficult.
His attention was grabbed by a groan from his brother. Anish had phased back into unconsciousness. The exertion and the loss of blood had taken its toll, even on the steel strong body. He was groaning from pain, even in an unconscious state.
“Stay with me, brother” Ajish called out, as he gently shook his face, trying to wake him up. With a painful wail, Anish woke up. His eyes stood glazed for a few seconds, before sheer will power made them clear, and allowed him to look at his brother peering down at him.
“One escaped.” Ajish reported as he held on onto the hand of his brother, panting. He allowed himself a bit of rest before he tried to check out and maybe clean-up his brother’s battered body. “The other one is laying knocked out below on the floor”.
“Tie him up well, kiddo”, Anish said in a low mumble, trying to turn his head to look down.
“No need to look. I tied him already.” Ajish said with a sense of pride. “You still think I am a good for nothing loser, don’t you?”
“That you always are, but you did pretty alright tonight.” Anish tried to smile. “Now, be a good boy, and take a look at my chest. I think the knife just got inside the skin, but I want you to see if the blood flow stopped there.” He winced as Ajish carefully lifted up the plaster cast to look in.
“It seems wide enough for a finger” Ajish reported, as he trained the flashlight into the wound. “But I think the blood stopped. I see no flow there.”
Anish took a gasping breath, and the muscles on his torso twitched. It held for a moment, and then relaxed again. “Did any blood squirt now?” He asked, with the voice strained with pain. Ajish gave the negative.
“Good. It is just skin wound as I guessed. Nothing to worry.” Anish said calmly, as his breathing eased. Such wounds are considered “just a scratch” by the commandos.
“What do we do now, bro?” Ajish asked, as he too, felt a wave of relaxation swept through his body. You want to be moved out from this mess?”
“First things first. We need the power back. Can you go out and take a look at the meter board?”
“You think they removed the fuse before entry?” Ajish asked, with a tone of skepticism.
“Well, worth checking. I don’t think they would take the trouble to cut the cable.” Anish said, as he laid back a bit, apparently to take a rest from his self examination. “Take something to defend yourself. I don’t expect problem, but there is someone out there who ran away.” Anish said casually, trying to hide his concerns. But getting power back was vitally important right now.
Ajish grabbed the flash light, and walked out. The meter board was mounted on the rear wall of the house, close to the back door of the kitchen. While passing through the kitchen, he grabbed the machete that is normally used for opening coconuts. He listened intently for a few moments before opening the door and peering outside. There was no sign of anyone out there in the yard, at least as far as he could see in the tiny beam of the flashlight. He ventured that it is safe, and walked out over the small verandah to the meter board.
He was surprised to see the fuse block lying on the ground. He grabbed it, and with some effort, plugged it back into the slot.
The lights came on inside.
He walked back, careful to lock and bolt the door behind him. He was still confused on how the assailants entered, and one of the escaped, from the house. But there was no time to investigate. While walking back to the room of his brother, he grabbed the wheel chair that was parked in the hall and pushed it into the room.
Lifting up his brother onto the wheelchair was not easy. He had to move the tied up body of the assailant to get space for the wheelchair.
“Shit!” Anish cursed under his breath. “I think he moved.” As he noticed a twitch in the body. He planted a light kick on the side of the torso of the body, but it was just limp as before.
It took some time and great effort to get the injured body of Anish into the wheelchair. Normally, Anish would lift himself by the strength of his arms, and need only some guiding for his stiff upper body to slot in into the wheel-chair. But right now, his fresh injuries made it impossible, and Ajish had to carry most of the weight. Several occasions, Ajish felt that his brother was in searing pain, but trying hard to hide it. He let out a sigh when he was finally successful, and began to wheel the chair out.
“Stop!” Anish yelled, as he looked at the prostrate figure of the assailant. “Leave me here, and get some rope. He can loosen those knots in no time.”
Ajish was not so sure, but as he looked again at the bindings of the hands, he found that those were partially undone already. Highly suspicious, he planted another kick to the limp body, but there was no response again. He seemed to be out cold as it were.
With an air of resignation, Ajish walked out, and after a few minutes came back with a length of thick polypropylene rope that is used as a clothesline. Anish gave clear instructions, and the man was bound well in accordance to them. Finally, he was secured to the window rails for good measure. Anish did not allow himself to be wheeled out before he was satisfied with the knots.
It took almost an hour for the brother to clean up and give first aid to themselves. After settling Anish down to the bed in the other room, Ajish went back to check on their prisoner, as well as to find the phones to call for help. Anish allowed himself to relax, and welcome the sleep that he had been trying hard to keeping at bay.
“Bro!! he was abruptly brought back to consciousness by the yell from the other room. He heard frantic foot steps coming back to him. Ajish appeared, all frantic and excited.
“He is dead!! He is lying dead there. What do we do?” He wailed, and collapsed into the empty wheelchair kept near the bed.