Intro.

The empty shell clinked onto the floor, asserting itself over the gunshot ,and the old man fell onto his rocking chair with a gasp. The chair rocked forcefully, and in a few moments his heart stopped. His glazed eyes were open yet, and Kabira closed them as he poured some water into the dead man's mouth.
 
Suddenly the cloud of deathly silence broke, the blaring sirens announcing the police. The gunshot had been heard, just like the sirens.Kabira collected the shell,rushed to the window and leapt into the dark lake below, swimming away stealthily into the night. The police entered, and in a moment engines could be heard outside. along with frantic footfalls. You see Kabira wasn't the only one to hear the sirens.
 
"Damn the press!" thought the inspector as he approached the rocker.With the last force from its owner's life, it had bent him over, making the bullet wound less visible. Once he wore his gloves, the inspector straightened the old man, and with reverent despair, looked at the now dead man. This man would have been impossible to kill- The founder of the nation's largest party, and the proponent of the basic philosophy on which the nation was run, Krishna had been the soul of the Equality Party until recently. It was his retirement from active politics a few months ago that made him vulnerable.
The Press had stormed in, with the inspector glaring at the meek constable, and imagining half of the press  thinking of innovative , catchy lines for this truly breaking story.

--To be continued.
© Sireesh. Y, 2012