"Breaking news: In Kangari village, where terrorists had held innocent civilians hostage, our brave soldiers have rescued the villagers by putting their own lives on the line. However, the tragedy remains—some lives were lost. But how? How did these terrorists infiltrate so deep, evading the watchful eyes of our border security? What is the reason behind this lapse? It is truly heartbreaking..."
At a roadside tea stall, amidst the biting winter chill, an old man took a sip of steaming tea, his eyes fixed on a flickering small television. "Terrible... anything can happen these days. These politicians have ruined the country. God knows what will become of us," he muttered to himself.
The scene shifts. Kashi, Vijay, Husain, and Jaspreet were sprinting away from the towering monstrosity. "Sir, thank God Colonel Iyer sent the Special Forces, or that monster would have shredded us by now," Kashi gasped, struggling to catch his breath.
Husain nodded grimly. "You're right. I've lost too many people today; I don't want to lose any more of you."
Suddenly, ten military trucks roared out of the dense jungle. As they screeched to a halt, nearly eighty commandos swarmed out. They were armed to the teeth: assault rifles, sniper gear, machine guns, and anti-tank rocket launchers. Some trucks featured roof-mounted missile systems. Without a moment's hesitation, they took aim and unleashed a hail of lead upon the beast.
Above them, the sky thundered as Special Forces helicopters—stealthy, dark-grey silhouettes—hovered low. Side doors swung open as twelve more fully equipped commandos per bird began firing from the air.
"Everyone, hit the dirt!" Husain shouted, guiding the three survivors. The deafening rat-tat-tat of gunfire echoed through the trees. They were barely sixteen meters away from the creature. "Stay low! Crawl forward!"
"Yes, sir!" they replied in unison, staying pressed against the mud.
Are these Special Forces guys crazy? Kashi thought, pressing his hands over his ears as he trembled. They could have let us clear out first! God, please, enough torture for one day.
A thick cloud of black smoke soon engulfed the mutant, obscuring it from view. A Special Forces officer approached the four survivors. "Don't panic, soldiers. You've done a stellar job. We'll take it from here."
"Could you not have come sooner?" Kashi and Jaspreet choked out, their voices thick with emotion. "Do you have any idea what we went through? Our friends are dead... shame on you!"
The officer's expression softened. "Look, I am truly sor—"
Before he could finish, Vijay interrupted with a sob, and the three traumatized soldiers climbed into the back of a truck, weeping for their fallen comrades.
"I understand their pain," Husain said to the officer. "Don't take their words to heart."
"It's alright. Get some rest in the truck," the officer replied.
The aerial firing ceased. An officer peered through the settling dust at the creature's remains. "What is this thing? It's hideous."
The Special Forces—highly trained, silent professionals—descended from the helicopters via ropes. A total of 152 commandos surrounded the fallen beast. It was a grotesque sight: a bloated torso, short limbs, and massive fangs. As the smoke cleared, they saw the monster lying dead in a pool of dark blood, its tongue lolling out.
Inside the truck, the survivors watched in stunned silence. "Finally... it's over. That cockroach is finally dead," Kashi breathed.
Vijay groaned, clutching his side. "Yeah, but the bastard nearly took us with him."
"Virendra didn't make it," Jaspreet added, tears streaming down his face.
"Don't cry," Husain Ali said, his voice firm yet kind. "We should not mourn a warrior's sacrifice with slumped shoulders. We should be proud. He gave his life for the motherland. We are the children of Bharat Mata."
To break the heavy silence, Vijay began to hum a popular tune, his voice quivering but brave:
🎵 Are maut aani hai, aayegi ek din,
Jaan jaani hai, jaayegi ek din.
Is safar se na tum ghabraana,
Yahaan kal kya ho, kisne jaana.
Zindagi ek safar hai suhaana,
Yahaan kal kya ho, kisne jaana. 🎶 (Life is a beautiful journey... who knows what tomorrow brings...)
Kashi smiled faintly. "You've got a good heart, Vijay. And a decent voice."
For a moment, there was peace. But it was a fragile, deceptive silence—the kind that settles just before a hurricane hits.
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream erupted from the ruins of the house where Kashi had earlier thrown grenades to kill Nazim and his associates. The commandos instantly snapped into combat positions.
"Vijay... that sound..." Kashi whispered.
"Oh no... Husain sir, is it happening again?" Vijay's face went pale.
The air grew heavy. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Hearts raced in synchronization.
As the four men jumped out of the truck, the ruined structure exploded outward. Three nightmare-inducing silhouettes emerged from the debris, letting out a guttural roar: "Gywaaaaaaa!"
Two of the monsters resembled giant lizards, standing over seven feet tall with massive, muscular frames. Unlike the previous one, these had eyes—predatory and cold. The Special Forces opened fire immediately, but the creatures were a blur of motion. They tore through the commandos, disemboweling some with their claws and decapitating others with powerful tail whips.
The helicopters launched missiles, but the explosions seemed to have no effect on the monsters' hides.
Then, a fourth shape emerged—a massive, black shadow that defied logic. It leaped with supernatural strength, swatting a helicopter out of the sky like a toy. As the bird crashed in a ball of flame, the firelight illuminated the newcomer.
It stood eight feet tall, covered in jagged black patches. Its face was a twisted, hyena-like mask marked by a deep, jagged scar. It looked at the carnage and let out a chilling, rhythmic cackle.
"Woooo–oop… woooo–oop… wooooOOOP!"
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UPCOMING: The Birth of Terror....