Miss Munimma, the supercop

It was 6 in the morning, the sun doing its routine, shining through the windows of her bedroom.
Miss Munimma working for NYPD dressed up to do her morning routine exercise -- cycling 10 miles up north.

Her boyfriend, Karuppusami was sleeping late. "better not disturb him he has a long day ahead of him".

By about 7.10 Munimma returned home. when she opened the front door she was bewildered to find Karuppusami lying on the floor, face down with blood soaking the carpet by the bullet piercing his head from the sniper shot. The ominous silence of the room was destroyed by the creeking of a fan over his body.

Munimma knew too well who did it. She was expecting this.

She immediately reached for her gun kept in the draw next to the door. She knew that the killer was still in there from the fresh smell of cigarettes.

Munimma inched her way to the corpse, removing her shoes to keep out the noise, "he must have been alerted by the door knob anyway", she thought.

The only way out of the house was through the front door, so he had to pass through her to get out.

"I am going to kill him this time, that ..." her thoughts were disturbed by the apparent noise of vase breaking.

"in the kitchen" she thought.

She jumped her way into the kitchen with the revolver aim following her vision. There in the far end she saw a man donned in black pullover. "It is you Muniyandi!... you, YOU didnt have to kill Karuppu."

Muniyandi was a sniper shooting expert, the best in business, working for kingpin Saathappan. Munimma was interfering too much with their dealings and they wanted to get rid of her once and for all.

She charged at him diving the whole length of dining table aiming the revolver at his forehead.

++swoosh++

She fell on her back thrown back, by the bullet force piercing her heart. Everything around her was dark and her ears still resonating the swift sound of bullet.

She was too slow for him.

"Child's play" were the last words she heard as she saw him disappear through the front door.

Laying down still in the last moments of her life she thought ,"i am betrayed! they all fooled me. "

"where did it go wrong?"

"am i not a hero?"

"but no, this was how it always worked, hero's and heroine's always worked their way through villians killing hundreds of thugs and evading thousands of bullets effortlessly. That’s how they even show in movies."

“but yes, this is reality. the movies fool people showing a super hero. There is no super hero. No super hero, no sup …”

++tring tring++
++tring tring++

"Where am i?". "Phone service in heaven, you must be kidding right?"

++tring tring++
++tring tring++

The voice became louder and louder as she regained her conscience. "Am i not dead?"

"hello Miss Munimma. Nayanthara here. Director asked me to brief you about today's shoot"

"You enter your house, find your boyfriend dead, search for the killer, dodge his bullets, kill him, escape from 40 thugs surrounding you dodging their bullets and get out of the house before the whole place blows out. Thats it."

"This is more like it", she thought replacing her receiver.


the end.
*Names retained on request.