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Story 24/39: Six Weeks – Part II

Shreya picked her knife and cleaned it diligently. She hated when her weapons were not in top shape and this was her favorite knife. She had killed over ten people with this knife alone, including her favorite one – a fifty-year-old ruthless drug lord who had decided to go against the military.

M.A.I.D. was a unique company in this regard. Neutral towards both gangsters and government, the firm basically worked on the principle of Chinese walls with different operatives working for enemy organizations. Once, she met her best friend Kane on the field while attempting to kill the heads of warring factions, being paid by the opposite leader. They both succeeded and the war ended with no victors. M.A.I.D., of course, got paid before the assignment. In the words of legendary #K, M.A.I.D.’s founder, ‘We are to murders what Switzerland is to money.’

Shreya’s phone started to ring and she answered it in the hope of a new assignment. She had been off work for almost ten weeks now and while money was not an issue, she was tired of not being in the thick of the action.

“Hello.”

“Shreya! Kane here.”

“Hey, bud. What’s up?”

“I did something really stupid!” Kane said, his voice echoing the panic he was feeling.

“How stupid and who’s the girl?” Shreya asked lazily. This wasn’t the first time Kane was calling her saying this and when Kane said this, it meant there was a girl involved.

“No. This is serious. I have to meet you right now. Please save me.” Kane pleaded. Shreya got up and her senses heightened.

“You know where I’m. Come.”

It was always wise to not say personal things over the phone even if the line was secure and it was a normal time. And Kane’s voice told Shreya that things were worse than normal.

“I’m outside your house,” Kane said and knocked.

Shreya opened the door with her gun in her hand. Kane flinched looking at the gun but entered. She did a check around the house and it was fine. She also did Kane’s physical and he looked unharmed, just haggard.

“What happened?”

“I shot someone.”

“That’s your job.”

“M.A.I.D. operative.”

“WHAT?”

Kane told her the whole story of his previous assignment in which he was competing and he ended up shooting his partner.

“Is she alive?”

“Yes. My manager told me that she’s alive… and pissed.”

“Of course, she is pissed. If that was me, I would have killed you on the spot.”

“My manager said the same thing. She’s coming after me.”

“Urghhh.” Shreya said and threw a pillow at Kane. “You idiot! What made you do that?”

“I just got jealous. She’s so much better than me. I don’t know what took over me. I would apologize but I doubt it means much once you have shot someone.”

“I can’t protect you forever,” Shreya said truthfully.

“I know. Just for six weeks. After that, she will have her next assignment and I will find another place to hide.”

Shreya nodded.

“You can stay here as long as you want. You are an idiot but I won’t let you die.”

“Thanks Shreya!” Kane said and hugged her.

Shreya took her to a safe room in the house.

“This will be your room. It has no windows that can be breached and no way for an assassin to attack you. Now, until I tell you, we are under lockdown.”

Kane nodded.

Shreya went out to initiate the lockdown protocol in the whole house. This basically meant that her house was now a fortress with double the security and no chance of an assassin get in the house at all. On a normal day, these protocols would consume too much time for her to do even the most basic activities. Besides, this also meant she can’t have guests or create the facade of having a normal life.

Kane laid down on the bed and heard a gunshot.

“SHREYA!” He shouted and went outside. His gun was in one hand and a knife in another. Years of training meant he was prepared even when he was relaxing. Kane heard a few more gunshots and when he got in the living room, Shreya was hiding behind a couch.

“Go back! I’ll take care of this.” Shreya hissed.

“No. This is my mess. I won’t leave you alone.” Kane said and Shreya gave him a look. Kane recognized the look instantly. It was the same look she gave him when she told him any of his breakup stories. She was basically screaming – ‘I’m done with your stupidity. Now scoot.’ Kane took a couple of steps backwards.

“Better,” Shreya said and took a shot. It was not a normal gun and the smoke grenade burst just outside the front lawn. This meant that no one from outside could see what was happening inside the house. This also meant that the next attack was a barrage of bullets from outside.

In that time, Shreya tapped on her phone a few times and a few windows changed colors. She was using the smoke to complete the security protocol of her house. Once the smoke cleared, there were a few more gunshots but they didn’t reach the house anymore.

“She can attack all she wants but nothing would help her. Unless she decides to destroy the whole house which let’s hope she’s not going to do.” Shreya said and called on her phone.

“Who are you calling?”

“M.A.I.D.”

Her manager picked the phone. Shreya explained to her the situation.

“You know I can’t help you as long as you are protecting him,” her manager said.

“I know but I want to know what’s M.A.I.D.’s stand is on this situation and can she blow up my house.”

“I doubt she will do it as long as you’re in it. She knows she can’t kill you, even accidentally. If she kills you, she will basically lose her operative status.”

“Let’s hope she cares about that,” Shreya said.

“I hope you know what you are doing. Is he that important?”

“Yes,” Shreya said and cut the phone. They had been friends since childhood and he had been there for her always. He was the one who introduced M.A.I.D. to her and helped her come out of the life of poverty and aimlessness she had been living before. Shreya looked at him and her heart melted.

“If he’s not worth saving, no one is worth saving,” she whispered to herself.

“It’s gonna take more than six weeks, isn’t it?” Kane asked meekly.

Shreya smiled.

“It’s good. I think I needed some social isolation. We have inventory to stay put for at least six months. And I can go out once she’s on a mission.”

“And I?”

Shreya put her arm around him.

“Not until it’s safe.”

Kane nodded.

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Story 6/39: Best Friends? Forever?

Laura’s mouth was open but her tongue was stuck inside. She wanted to scream but she couldn’t muster the strength or courage to voice her feelings. She wanted to run away but she was sitting in a restaurant with over fifty guests along with her three closest friends. And Samantha! She looked at Laura with an occasional smile and was laughing and giggling as if there was nothing wrong with her. As if Laura hadn’t killed her four days ago!

“Come on Laura, take the bite of this. It’s delicious,” Samantha said passing her a small plate. Laura looked at the plate as if it was decorated with spiders and filled with cooked lizards with a garnish of toad eggs.

I’m losing my mind, thought Laura and pinched herself. This was just a dream, she repeated and pinched herself again.

“It’s not a dream,” whispered Samantha in her ear and put the plate in front of her anyway.

The dinner lasted for two hours – the longest and scariest two hours of Laura’s life. She couldn’t look at Samantha, nor could she take her eyes off of her.

Samantha – her best friend of ten years, her confidante in her every good deed and bad, her maid of honor, and her victim.

As soon as the dinner was over, Laura called her husband Shep who came and picked her up.

“Let’s go to the ground. We have to check!”

“What? Why?”

In response, Laura showed Shep the photo that was taken at the restaurant. He almost totaled the car.

“WHAT? She can’t be Samantha! Who’s she?”

“She’s Samantha. At least she said she’s Samantha. And she definitely knows.”

“But then going there would be even more dangerous.”

“I know but do we have a choice?”

Shep nodded and turned the car towards the large swathe of ground outside the city. They reached an unmarked but a little lumpy spot and started digging. The dirt was still soft.

“How did she look? Did she have any injury or anything that showed or signaled?”

“She was wearing a long dress so I couldn’t gauge her wound.” Laura had stabbed Samantha at least three times, each time at the same spot before Shep had stopped her.

They continued to dig but couldn’t find anything there. The grave was empty.

“How?” Laura said looking at Shep with fear in her eyes. Shep gripped the torch with all the strength he could muster. He had to be strong for her.

Samantha was looking at the whole scene from a distance. She could feel the dampness of her blood at the spot of her dress, on the left side of her stomach, where Laura had stabbed her – once, twice, thrice. She pressed against it with her hand to feel pain but there was none.

By the time Samantha had died, Laura and Shep had already started to bury her in the ground. Samantha’s soul had taken some time to understand that she could inhabit her own body like a zombie or a bodysnatcher and by that time, she was four feet under the ground. She looked at her chipped nails which weren’t healing anymore. She was dead. She knew as much.

Samantha could have called 911 and Laura and Shep would be in jail for a long time but that didn’t feel like justice to her. She lost everything because her best friend turned out to be a killer. Laura didn’t spare her best friend and Samantha couldn’t spare Laura either.

Laura and Shep reached home by the middle of the night. Exhausted. If they hadn’t been so tired, they might have noticed the black car that they had passed a block earlier, standing alone without its master.

Inside the house, Laura reached the bedroom first. Shep went to the bathroom. Samantha was sitting in one corner of the bedroom with the lights turned off. If not tired, Laura might have remembered that Shep never shuts off the lights. That’s the one thing that pisses her about her otherwise perfect husband.

Laura dropped on the mattress and immediately felt the wetness of the bedsheets. She almost leaped from her bed and went for the lights. There were ten lights in the bedroom, for different moods and situations. Right now, only two seemed to be working – a deep yellow light which barely flickered and a red tinge light which brightened up parts of the room and kept the others dark. In this light, the red blood shined even deeper and felt even more vicious.

“SHEP!” Laura shouted and ran outside the room. A faint smile hovered on Samantha’s lips – the first true smile since she died.

Shep came out of the bathroom and saw Laura holding her hand as it was a bomb and realized why this was the case. Laura’s fingers had blood stains on them. In fact, her whole backside was smothered with red marks.

At that moment, the lights of the whole house vanished. Samantha had spent the past three days inside their house, hidden from them, tweaking and changing everything from the wifi password to how the lights behaved to which parts of the house will break. She didn’t want to kill her best friend. She wanted to destroy her. And then kill her, if needed.

Samantha came out of the door, wearing six inches of heels which gave the illusion of her hovering from the ground. Her dress hid her heels and her movements and also carried deceptive number of weapons. Her makeup was now worn and showed the mascara flowing through her cheeks. She decided to keep that look for the effect. Before either of the two could react, threw a knife at Shep which hit him on the side of his chest. Samantha was no professional knife thrower and the knife didn’t go deep but Shep fell down with surprise.

“I’m sorry Sammy,” Laura said, her eyes shining with tears.

Samantha continued walking towards the couple. She took out another knife from her pocket and threw it again at Laura this time. Laura was better prepared and even with her tears, she moved away. Laura ran towards her drawer to get her gun out but the gun wasn’t there. Samantha could caress the gun in her pocket but had decided to use it the last.

Samantha was almost an arm’s distance away from Shep and tried to stab him again. He dragged himself away from her and then stood up and ran towards the main door. Laura followed him. The door was locked and it was going to take them at least thirty seconds to open it, Samantha had seen that happen countless times when she had been here before when she thought this was a safe place.

Samantha reached the door before they could open it and slashed Shep’s arm. She could have gone for his neck but then he might have died. Samantha couldn’t see that happen so fast.

Both ran towards the back door but it was already locked and sealed. Samantha had reached the house at least an hour early and had prepared for everything. Their only choice was to try and open the basement emergency exit door and run from there. The door that was sealed from outside. Laura and Shep ran towards the basement, with Laura crying and apologizing to Samantha all the while.

Samantha slowly descended through the basement stairs. By then, Shep and Laura had realized that the only way out was through Samantha.

“I’m sorry I killed you Sammy. You know I loved you but you had hurt my brother.” Laura said, her sentences breaking in between.

“You killed me because it didn’t work out between me and your brother?”

“You could have been my family, my true sister. But you chose not to, you decided to not be my sister.” Laura said, her voice returning, along with a mania in her voice.

“You rejected me. How could you reject me, Sammy? You said you loved me but you still didn’t want to be my sister.” Laura screamed and ran towards Samantha. She threw herself at Samantha, swinging her arms wildly, almost tearing up Samantha’s face. In that moment, Shep didn’t know who was crazier – the love of his life, who was trying to kill her best friend again; the dead best friend, who had come back from the dead to take revenge; or him, who was still a part of this craziness.

Samantha was able to throw Laura away once her manic energy dissipated. Shep threw a broken chair at Samantha with little conviction. Samantha’s face was torn on the right side. The four-day-old dead body was showing the signs of decay and was barely holding together. She decided to end this.

Samantha took the gun out and pointed it towards Laura. Laura was getting back to her senses but had lost any sense of safety and fear.

“Do it. You broke my heart anyway.” Laura said with loathing. Samantha smirked. How did she not see this woman as crazy from the first day? How is Shep not seeing it right now?

“Let me do it again, then,” Samantha said and changed her target. She shot Shep twice in his chest and once in his stomach.

Laura screamed and dashed towards Shep. Samantha called 911 and threw the gun towards Laura.

“Help! Help! Laura has gone mad. She’s killed her husband and will kill me as well. I’m in the basement. Help!”

Samantha narrated the address in the same panic-stricken voice and then looked at Laura crying over Shep.

“The cops are coming,” Samantha said to Laura who ignored her. For the next five minutes, no one moved.

Samantha could see Shep’s soul leaving the body. Unlike hers, he didn’t stop or reoccupy his body for vengeance. He simply looked at her with sad eyes and floated away. She heard the cops coming in the house and when they reached the basement stairs, she felt her grip on the body slipping. She was done!

“Bye Laura, enjoy the hell,” Samantha said and vanished. Her body dropped to the ground as the cops reached the basement containing two dead bodies and one sobbing, manic woman.

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Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#10 Friend Conundrum

Mansi slapped him harder than she had intended.

“I’m sorry,” she said as he rubbed his cheek.

“Why did you hit me?” He asked.

“Why are you this weak?” She replied.

“I’m not weak.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, right. I slapped you a little and you crumpled like a pack of cards hit by a crazy cat.”

“That’s vivid. I guess you are getting your Instagram cat fix,” he said grinning.

“Not by choice. I’m being sent cat pics to see.”

“Ahh. She?”

“Yes, she. And don’t talk about her like you know her,” Mansi said with a stern look on her face.

“Don’t I?”

“No. She’s my friend and not yours.”

“Okay. But I won’t mind knowing her,” he said and winked at Mansi. Mansi fumed. Before she knew, her finger was pointing towards him.

“Stay away from her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to stay away from me,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk.

Mansi looked at him and knew he was joking. His left hand was still rubbing his cheek. Mansi knew what she had to do and slammed her fist in his stomach.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“The slap was clearly not enough,” Mansi said and grinned.