[ Please read Part 1 of this story as otherwise it would not make sense]
*
A blood-curdling shriek of agony and a yell of victory rang out through the room and for a moment Rudra was too stunned to react. Then he rushed through the door of the boudoir and what he saw made his blood run cold.
Mastan and his mother Deepa, both still naked, were locked in a violent struggle on the bed whose sheets were now red with blood. Mastan was a powerfully built man and he could have thrown Deepa off in a jiffy but for the fact that his throat was slit right across and blood was gurgling out in huge bursts.
Deepa's face was maniacal. She was sitting on Mastan's crotch, with his penis still stuck in her cunt, just as it was while she was bouncing on it a second ago but the wicked blade in the cellphone in her right hand was now embedded in Mastan's belly. Rudra watched in horror as his mother pulled the knife across the belly and Mastan in a last ditch, but futile attempt, to save himself, leapt off the bed. It was perhaps the last living move that he ever made.
As he fell on the floor, Deepa freed herself from his penis embedded in her and raised her hands in a victorious posture. "That bloody bastard is dead will never insult us anymore", she exulted, with one fist clinched and the other still holding her weapon! Then for the coup-de-grace, she leaned down to on the body of her erstwhile tormenter and slashed through his groin and pulled out his testicles! Then she laughed out loud. A fearful crackling laugh that rang out through the room.
Rudra stared at his mother. Her stark naked body was covered with fresh red blood! On her face, her cheeks, her lips, her chin, her neck, her breasts, her nipples , her belly, her clean shaven pubis, the crack of her cunt, her thighs .... blood was dripping down her legs right on the body of their tormentor now lying at her feet! It was as if she was the Goddess Kali herself!!
"Ma ...", Rudra at last found his voice. "You have killed him."
"Now we have to run from here as fast as possible." Deepa was quickly getting back to her senses.
"Like this? Naked?" Rudra too was stark naked.
"You want to go and beg for your pants?"
"No, No ... Ok. Which way?"
"Into the forest first. Then we will think."
"Let me try to find another knife or a gun."
"Too late, I hear someone rushing towards."
"I am bolting the door." Rudra ran to the heavy door and peeped out. Indeed two of the guards were running towards the room and he barely managed to slam it on their faces and bolted it. It was not a second too soon as immediately the hammering started but he still managed to slide another bolt and sprinted back to his mother and the dead body.
"Check the verandah." Deepa shouted as shots rang out as the guards tried to shoot through the door but the solid 'Burma Teak' door was quite sturdy -- but it wouldn't last too long anyway.
"Come, let us go." Rudra was screaming at his mother.
"Wait, we can't leave without this." Deepa bent down and yanked out the heavy gold talisman from the dead man's neck and sprinted out into the verandah that overlooked the forest.
Fortunately this part of the compound was strictly off limits for most of the camp staff and so there was no one to hinder their escape. But it was ten foot drop to the ground and then the ground sloped away toward the gathering gloom of the dense forest. Mother and son wavered for a minute and then they heard the door splintering -- there was nothing else to do but jump! Both hit the ground on all fours and the talisman was knocked out of Deepa's hand but she managed to pick it up before they started to sprint for the safety of the trees.
Behind them they heard a great commotion building up. Obviously the guards must have been confused about what to do? Try to help the dying man? Or chase the attackers? Some random shots were fired but in the excitement and the darkness the shots were wide off the mark and it was barely a minute before the two fugitives were in the trees.
Rudra slowed down but Deepa snarled, "Keep moving."
"Will they be chasing us." Rudra whispered.
"We can't wait to find us. Keep running."
"Be careful, do not trip over," and immediately tripped on root and went crashing to the forest floor.
"Shhh ... Quiet." Deepa dropped down to the ground next to her son and looked back towards the camp from where they had just escaped.
As expected, there was a general hubbub of noise and confusion in the camp. A couple of people were standing on the verandah looking towards them in the forest, but they could hear many more shouting and screaming inside. Perhaps trying to make sense of the badly lacerated body and the blood stains leading out towards the verandah.
"Can they see us here?"
"Unlikely ... the forest is quite dense here and it is almost dark."
"But I am sure that if they start looking, they will be able to follow the trail quite easily."
"So let us keep moving."
"Like this, naked?"
"Unless you want to go back there and ask for the clothes, we do not have a choice."
"So let us move. It is Navami today -- the ninth day of the bright lunar fortnight -- and there will be the fairly bright moon in the sky."
"What an unusual Durga puja we are having this year."
"Come to think of it, we killed that bastard almost at the instant of the Sandhi Puja -- when Ashtami rolls into Navami."
"So you are not just not my mother, but the Divine Mother Durga, who kills the Mahishasura Demon during Durga Puja," exclaimed Rudra.
"That is symbolic, this was real."
Suddenly some people appeared on the ground beneath the verandah and started pointing towards the forest in which they were hidden.
"I don't think it is safe to stay here any longer, kiddo. Move," and there was a sudden sense of fear and urgency in her voice.
"Which way do we go?"
"First task is to put as much distance between us and the camp, then we can start thinking."
Mother and son moved as swiftly and quietly as possible through the dense forest. It was almost dark now and had it not been for the moon their movement would have been impossible. Thankfully there were no signs of pursuit, at least not yet, and so after an hour or so, they stopped in a tiny little clearing in the forest where the moonlight reached the forest floor.
"Oh God, I am tired."
"And I am dying of thirst."
"Where can we get water in this forest?"
"Where can we get anything in this forest?"
"In fact we have nothing with us at the present."
"Nothing other than this cellphone and the talisman."
"Which is of no use to in this hunger and thirst."
"We need a little rest and to collect our thoughts."
