The Boy Who Knew Too Much

This is a story i promised a friend a month ago in response to her post.Finally,here it is Sharmishtha !
Here is the link to her post .Do drop by her blog.Er,did I say ‘blog’?!Sorry,I take that back.Because you see she has eight blogs,and no the quality does not suffer due to the quantity in this case!
The opening part in bold letters is Sharmishtha’s words.From then on,I have tried to take a melodramatic stand on her perfectly harmless story!
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Rajnish was lying flat on his back, watching the stars in the open sky.How he loved these small escapades to the woods! Every necessary thing packed in his backpack-even a small tent in case it rained.
There was no sign of rain, a pleasant breeze was blowing, stirring the leaves of the trees and the grass on which he was lying.The moon was peeking at him from the scanty clouds.He fell asleep….

A strange flash of light woke him up, at first he thought that the moon was coming down on him.Then he realized it was a spotlight being lit nearby,repeatedly doused and relit.Suddenly it dawned on him that this must be the group of people his father was telling him about the other day.Poachers.
His father,the Range Officer,had repeatedly asked him to stay indoors.Poaching was on the rise and these people could be dangerous.
He never was one to listen though.Growing up in the Kaziranga Forest Reserve,as he did,had made him form a strange bond with nature.He hated it when someone as much as twisted a
branch out of a dying tree.He also had a streak of wrecklessness that did not stop him from going out to explore the reserve at night.It helped that his father was the Range Officer and he could easily escape from his ground floor room at the bunglow..

He quickly folded his belongings up noiselessly and moved into a bush..He spotted eight torches and another man with the spotlight.He was still carrying on with his act.Must be some sort of a signal,Rajnish reasoned.But to whom?Before long,he had his answer.The tenth musketeer made his way into the group.Like others,he had his face covered with a cloth,but something about his build and walking made Rajnish feel uncomfortable.There was something familiar about it all.
A hush descended on the group as the man came up.Must be the leader.
Rajnish considered his options.He could go back to his bungalow and tell his father.But that would involve having to go forward towards the men.Even though he would be out of their line of vision,it was not a risk he fancied.The other option was going backwards to the nearest watch-tower.He was confident he could make the distance in three minutes,but would the men still be there when he returned with help?
Rajnish decided to wait for the right moment.

The poachers were speaking in signals.Suddenly they started spreading out,moving towards the pond.Ofcourse,thought Rajnish,they will wait beside the pond.The place where they could be sure the one-horned rhino would turn up during the night.He shuddered.He must get to the watch-tower before something happened.Noiselessly he made his way out of the bush.He was just about to start sprinting when catching his legs in a loose branch he fell with a thud.He let out a yelp of pain,and realized immediately what he had done.He could hear the men running after him even as he made his way up.A voice rang out in the silence of the night.
“Get him!”
Must be the leader.There was a tone of order in his voice.Then,in a moment of chilling realization,Rajnish suddenly knew why the build and walking had looked familiar.
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Rajnish fell with a thud on the ground.He had just picked himself up when a bullet ripped through him..Then another.
The men rushed to where the boy lay dead.When the leader came up and saw the body,he let out an involuntary howl.

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