Devil with the Angel's Eyes (16+)

(Based on Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner)

Saria Ahmed is Assef's twelve year old sister, a charming young girl with bright blue eyes, and curly blonde hair. With her girly dresses and sweet demeanour, she comes across as the perfect child. But there is evil lying just beneath the innocent facade, a darkness that is sometimes beyond her control...

Any characters, words or plot devices taken from the Kite Runner are copyrighted by Khaled Hosseini and Dreamworks studios. I do not own them, and no copyright is intended. Saria Ahmed, and any other characters not owned by Hosseini are owned by me.

Please note that this story does contain strong violence, language and mature themes, but it is meant to reflect the violent and sociopathic natures of both Saria and Assef, and is told from Saria's unique first person perspective. If you are under the age, or maturity level of 16, or are in any way squeamish about violence, please do not read this story. Any feedback/ideas are welcomed.

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11. Assef's Sins

My Brother's Sins

In chapter ten, Assef gives Saria a lighter for her birthday. She got the chance to use it on Adia when she had the audacity to bully her.. Now, the day of the Kite Tournament has arrived and Assef has a surprise for his baby sister.. This chapter now enters the rape scene of the original novel so reader caution is advised...

The memory of this day has stayed with me even all these years later. Of what my brother did for me, and the joy I felt from watching it. It was a bitterly cold Friday morning and I woke up shivering, teeth chattering. 'Damn cold,' I thought. I got up and wandered over to the window. A thin layer of snow covered the ground outside, and you could barely see the family car. I giggled childishly. I did love snow. After all, so many people slipped and fell, broke bones. How thrilling was that? I placed my hands down on the windowsill and watched the flakes fall for a few moments. The brightness outside told me it must have been quite late in the morning. I had overslept. "Looks like it's going to be chilly today, Saria," I told myself. "Better wrap up warm, you don't want to catch a cold." I walked over to my wardrobe and perused through my dresses.

My mother would have a fit if I got a cold. I pulled out a white long-sleeved dress and a matching blue shirt to go underneath it. I smiled to myself. Held the items of clothing up to me. "Won't you look adorable?" I giggled. It didn't take me long to get changed and I tied a pink ribbon to the side of my freshly washed blonde curls. A picture of innocence as always. I emerged from my room and walked down the hall. The sounds of my parent's pointless banter filled my ears as I walked towards the kitchen. From my view, I could see them chatting over a cup of black tea and my brother sitting on a stool, chin in his hand, looking extremely bored. I made sure to keep a perpetual smile on my face as I walked inside.

"Good morning," I said, beaming as I bowed my knees and extended the hem of my dress. Mama's simpering smile was comical as usual. She embraced me tightly.

"And good morning to you too, my little sugar lump," she cooed.

Papa ruffled my hair, grinning like the Cheshire cat. "How's my little pumpkin today, hmm?" he asked.

"Fine, Papa." I made sure to be polite. After untangling myself from my mother's embrace, I went over to my brother and climbed onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead. I beamed up at him, giggled.

"You're very chipper this morning, kiddo," Assef commented.

"Of course I am. It's such a beautiful day outside. I mean, look at all that snow!" I emphasized.

"And the kite fighting tournament is today," Papa announced as I reached across the table to grab a slice of naan bread. I lay my head against Assef's chest as I chewed. He played absent-mindedly with one of my many curls.

"Yes, Papa. I can't wait! It's going to be so much fun! God knows I need a bit of fun before I return to school." I joked. Mama and Papa laughed, as they always too. Not even my own parents could resist my charm.

"I would have taken you, Saria-jan but unfortunately I have to work today." Papa sounded rightly pissed off. Not that it bothered me in the slightest. He could fuck off for all I cared.

"That's a pity." I forced myself to sound sincere. Obviously, I could give two flying fucks about my father's predicament.

"It is, jan. I was hoping we could spend a father-daughter day together. No matter. I guess we'll do it some other time. After all, those planes don't fly themselves." I forced a chuckle.

"I'll take her," Assef said. "We'll have fun, won't we, Saria?"

"Oh, you bet we will!" We shared a knowing look. I didn't even have to feign excitement. The kite fighting tournament was easily the highlight of the entire winter for me. So many chances for me to cause trouble!

I was rudely grabbed by my bitch of a mother. She pulled me down with such vigour that I whacked my elbow off the table. I winced in pain. She pressed me up against her chest, stroked my hair with long nails. My face was squished up against the fabric of her flowing dress. She kissed my forehead. 'Imagine Saria, if only she knew she had a torturer and murderer in her arms right now!' I stifled a giggle.

Mama kissed my cheek. "You'll squash your poor brother, my big girl!" she quipped. This stung. 'Bitch could do with putting on a bit of weight herself, she's like a stick insect,' I thought angrily. I may be a sociopath but comments like that about my weight still hurt. I'm still female, you know. Mama released me and kissed my face repeatedly.

"Look at you, gorgeous, you're just as cute as a button," she gushed. Wow, she's changed her tune, hasn't she? I smiled demurely and walked back to my brother. He held out his arms and lifted me onto his lap again.

"You're not fat, Sar. Don't listen to that bitch," he whispered in my ear. I giggled and rested my head against his chest.

"It always amazes me how close the pair of you are," Papa mused. I looked up at Assef and smiled.

"You don't know how many people would kill for a brother like you," I told him.

"And how many people would kill for a sister like you." I giggled into my palm. Mama and Papa looked at us, smiling, not understanding the sincerity of Assef's words. Both of us knew we would go to the ends of the earth for each other. I took a glance at the clock. 11:15 AM, it read.

The kite fighting tournament wasn't going to start until at least 2:00. Patience was certainly a virtue I would struggle with today, as usual. Assef fiddled with one of the buttons on my dress. He bounced his legs up and down while I giggled. I would certainly pass for much younger than twelve to anyone who saw me. 'Good girl, Saria. Play it up for them.' I told myself. "Them" of course being my parents. My mother especially.

She just couldn't get over how adorably I was behaving today. "Why don't you and your brother go play outside while you're waiting for the tournament to begin?" Papa suggested. I nodded and leapt from Assef's knee. I began to dart for the door.

"Make sure you both wear jackets!" Mama ordered. "Saria, your duffle coat should be in your wardrobe. You know, the blue one?" 'How many fucking duffle coats do I have?' I thought to myself.

"Yes, Mama. I'll go right up and get it." I skipped out the door, feeling an utter fool. Stopped. Turned back. "Assef, I'll meet you outside!" I called. Once I was sure I could not be seen, my face darkened, allowing my true self to emerge. I stormed up to my bedroom and closed the door quietly behind me.

I knelt down and lifted the cover of my bed. There they were. My most prized possessions. The bag containing the weapon I had murdered Zainab with, and the lighter Assef had bought me for my birthday. I smiled as I stared at the bloodied knife. Of course I would have to dispose of it soon. There was a Hazara man who lived just a few blocks down from us. He was a servant, as they all are. Jamil, his name was. He had a reputation for being a bit... rough, shall we say? He used to chase children away from his masters garden.

Of course, nobody would think it suspicious for this man to have killed Zainab. The authorities had exhausted themselves with the search for her killer, but they were ruthless. They would not stop until whoever did this paid. I would not go down though. I promised myself this every night. After all, who would people believe? The Hazara servant or the pretty young child from the big house with the palm trees? Who would you believe, if you did not know me? I can be very persuasive when I put my mind to it. I quietly returned my precious belongings to their hiding spot.

"Right, let's see, where's that fucking coat?" I mused as I sorted through an array of dresses, tops and jackets. I finally found what I was looking for. A blue duffle coat with matching gloves. I slipped it on and buttoned it up. I just could not wait for the tournament to begin. I ran downstairs to where Assef waited for me out the back. He held out his arms and I ran into them. For two sociopaths, it was amazing how gentle we were with each other. Assef spun me around while I laughed in utter delight.

"You looking forward to today, kiddo?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, it's going to be so much fun! I just can't wait!" I emphasized.

Assef laughed. "And I have a surprise of my own for you, sport." I was filled to the brim with excitement. I jumped up and down, my hands over my mouth.

"What is it? What is it? Tell me!"

Assef grinned. "No, not now. Later. After the tournament. If all goes well this will be the best day we've had in a long time."

"I hate being kept in the dark, Assef! I want to know now!"

He laughed at my enthusiasm. "You just have to be patient, dear." I could see my parents watching the two of us. Bending down, I picked up a snowball and flung it at my brother.

"Oh, you're going to regret that," he said through laughter and began to chase me. I shrieked in "terror" and ran from him. I crouched down behind one of the palm trees, waiting for the right moment to "attack" 'He's never going to see this coming.' I thought. Suddenly my vision turned black. I screamed in terror. "Having fun?" Assef whispered in my ear.

"You scared me!" I shrieked. "How did you know I was here?"

"You forget this was my favorite hiding spot when I was your age. I used to ambush Wali and Kamal all the time." He gently shoved me onto my back and pinned my arms by my sides.

"Now, I told you I'd get you for your little escapades there!" I began laughing incoherently as Assef dug his fingers into my ribs.

"Ahhh! NOOOOOOOOOOO! Assef! Stohohohoop!" I giggled through my tears. Assef was relentless though, and I could not get away. "Stop! Stop! I'm sorry!" I screamed. Anyone who knows me knows how ticklish my ribs are. "I give! Stohohohohohhop!" I was getting out of breath.

Assef could see this and released me. I lay panting on the ground underneath him. "You okay?" He instantly switched to concerned older brother mode.

I nodded. "You.. are.. a... nutter."

He held me at arms length. Tickled me again. "What was that?"

I giggled, twisting under his hands like a fish caught on a hook. "Ahh! Nothing! Nothing!"

Assef smiled. "Thought so." He got up and extended a gloved hand to me. "Come on. Let's get you some lunch, eh?" We walked back into the house.

"You two have fun?" Mama asked as she served a piping bowl of lentil soup.

"Yes, we did." I beamed at her. I could eat my mother's lentil soup all day. This was the stuff of heaven. Assef sat beside me. My mind whirred as I thought of the surprise he had waiting. Whatever could it be?

My teeth clacked against the spoon. A bad habit of mine my mother was desperate to stamp out. Alas, she didn't seem all that bothered today. I wondered what could have gotten her in such a good mood. Papa was getting ready to leave for work. He came over to me and kissed my forehead. "Bye, my little sugarpie." He said. I beamed up at him.

"Have a good day at work, Papa."

"Oh, I doubt that!" We shared a laugh. "Look after your sister, sport." He ruffled Assef's hair. Assef tensed. A tell-tale sign that he was getting cheesed off.

"You go to work now, Father. I'm sure your boss won't be too pleased if you're late." Papa nodded obediently, kissed Mama with a passion I did not need to witness while eating lunch, and left. The minutes ticked by as I ate my soup. Patience was not one of my strong points. I could feel the beginnings of a tantrum already. I felt like a child on Christmas morning, when it's too early to get up. You know the feeling? It's wonderful and horrible all at the same time, right? Eventually, Mama took my empty bowl over to the sink.

"Good girl Saria, eating all your lunch," she complimented. "A pity Assef wouldn't do the same." Assef regarded her coldly, tossed the half filled bowl into the sink with such force that it cracked.

"Oh dear, you'll have to buy another one," he joked. Mama looked as though she want to say something, but wisely decided against it. "Right then, kiddo! Let's go!" Assef took my hand.

"Oh really? Is it time already?" I was a ball of energy.

"Yep. Come on. We'll meet Wali and Kamal on the way." I began to bounce up and down in excitement. These were not forced emotions on my part.

"Yes! Yes! I've waited all winter for this!" We walked out the front gate. I was still bouncing. After walking for about ten minutes, we finally met up with Wali and Kamal. I gave them each a hug.

"Someone's excited!" Wali mused. I was skipping around in front of them in as we walked. My brother conversed with his friends about who knows what.

"Never seen a kid get so wound up," Kamal chortled. I turned back to face them.

"Assef has a surprise for me, but he won't say what. Do any of you know what it could be?" They both shook their heads.

"He mentioned something but our lips are sealed," Wali told me.

"OHHHHHHHH I hate waiting!"

"This will be worth the wait, kiddo, I promise," Assef ruffled my hair. My beloved Amir would be in the tournament today. Hassan, the little bitch, would be his kite runner. Word on the street was that he was the best kite runner in the entire district. We would see.

I hoped Amir would win. I would be rooting for him. We walked through a throng of excited children. I spotted Adia sitting with Masood. They were deep in conversation. I bounded over and flung my arms around the shocked ten year old. "How are you?" I was too happy to even consider beating her up. She should be thankful for that fact.

"It's lovely to see you again, Saria," Masood beamed. "Don't you look pretty today?" I giggled.

Assef placed a hand on my shoulder. "Come on, you can see your friends any day." He seemed quite protective of me today.

"It was nice seeing you, Masood jan."

"And you too." I could hear the stutter in Masood's voice. He was surely feeling quite nervous. He was right to be. We left them to sit and talk.

"Freaks!" I chortled into my palm. Assef laughed and squeezed me tight. Nothing could ruin my good mood today. We found a log and sat down. Children breezed past us, filled to the brim with excitement. I could hear parents hollering on the roof. Looking up, I spotted Amir's father, Yusef. I don't think he saw me. He was as excited as I was to watch his boy compete.

I kept an eye out for Amir. He looked rather nervous. Poor little thing. I hoped he would be successful. Hassan held the spool as Amir unwound the kite. I felt deep detestation as I watched the Hazara. I clasped my hands and leaned down on my chin. "Come on, come on." Assef sat with one arm around my shoulder. Wali and Kamal were both quiet as usual.

Beautiful kites littered the sky. I watched them fly with awe. I was as amazed as any other girl my age would be. One by one, the kites were being cut. I imagined them to be my victims, falling one by one. Amir seemed to be hanging in there. "Come on, my love!" I urged. I blew a kiss in his direction.

Omar seemed to be winning. He was a boy of about fourteen who lived a few blocks down from me. His skills at kite fighting were legendary, much like my temper. I clapped my hands together in anticipation as the next kite fell. "You enjoying yourself?" Wali asked. I nodded, beaming. The crowd roared as Omar cut another kite. So many kites had already been cut.

"Come on! Come on!" I screamed, jumping up. I pumped my fists.

"What an adorable little girl," remarked a woman sitting at a table a few steps away from us.

"That's Saria Ahmed, Mahmood and Tanya's girl," her friend informed her. "She's a pet." I hunched forward in anticipation.

"Boboresh! Boboresh!" The crowd roared. We were now down to the last two kites. Omar and Amir. Both battled for dominance over the other. I closed my eyes as I heard the unmistakable sound of a kite being cut. And then Omar's blue kite spun through the air, lost.

"YES! YES! YESSSSSS!" I roared in utter excitement. I jumped up and down. "Fucking brilliant! Get in there!" Assef laughed at my enthusiasm. Amir and Hassan embraced, bouncing up and down. Tears filled my eyes. This was pure elation on my part. "FUCK YEAH, AMIR!" I cheered. Assef ruffled my hair.

"Happy now, sport?" I nodded. Hassan had now run off to fetch the downed kite. Assef was instantly on his feet.

"Come on, kiddo."

"What?" I asked.

"I told you I had a surprise, didn't I?" I was now filled top to toe with utter excitement.

"Really? Where is it? Where is it?"

Assef smiled down at me. "Come on." We began to run. I had no clue as to where he was taking me. My heart beat in my chest like a hammer against cloth. Wali and Kamal followed close behind. Night was beginning to fall. The tournament must have lasted longer than I thought.

Assef walked with a determination in his step that I had never seen before. We walked down a deserted alleyway. "Assef, what are we doing here?" I asked.

"It's your surprise, kiddo. Look." I peered down the alley. Hassan was backed into a corner. He held the blue kite in one hand. I clapped my hands delightedly.

"Assef, is this? Oh wonderful!" I latched onto his hand. He beamed and walked further into the alley, trapping the Hazara.

Assef lifted me onto a nearby staircase. I dangled my legs, swinging them back and forth. Assef folded his arms and stared at the young boy in front of him.

"Where's your slingshot, Hazara?" he asked teasingly. "What was it you said? They'll have to call you One-Eyed Assef. That's right. One-Eyed Assef. That was clever. Really clever. Then again, it's easy to be clever when you're holding a loaded weapon." I sniggered into my palm. Assef continued. "But today is your lucky day, Hazara. I'm in a mood to forgive. What do you say to that, boys?"

"That's generous," said Kamal. His voice shook. "Especially after the rude manners he showed us last time."

"Bakhshida. Forgiven. It's done. Of course, nothing is free in this world, and my pardon comes with a small price."

"That's fair," said Kamal.

"Nothing is free," Wali added. I was filled with excitement and anticipation. This beat the tournament hands down.

"You're a lucky Hazara." My brother stepped towards Hassan, reached out a hand. "Because today, it's only going to cost you that blue kite. A fair deal, boys, isn t it?"

"More than fair," Kamal said.

Hassan, being the stupid cunt he is, shook his head. "Amir agha won the tournament and I ran this kite for him. I ran it fairly. This is his."

"A loyal Hazara. Loyal as a dog," Assef said. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.

Assef smiled over at me. "But before you sacrifice yourself for him, think about this: Would he do the same for you? Have you ever wondered why he never includes you in games when he has guests? Why he only plays with you when no one else is around? I'll tell you why, Hazara. Because to him, you're nothing but an ugly pet. Something he can play with when he's bored, something he can kick when he's angry. Don't ever fool yourself and think you're something more."

"Amir agha and I are friends." Hassan looked flushed. This was turning out to be a great day for me.

"Friends?" Assef sniggered. "You pathetic fool. Now, bas. Enough of this. Give us that kite." Hassan bent down and picked up a rock. Assef took a step back. Stopped. "Last chance, Hazara." Hassan cocked the rock up higher. "As you wish." Assef unbuttoned his jacket. Folded it carefully. Walked over to me.

"Saria, will you hold this for me, please?" He had that crazed look in his eyes he often gets when he's going to punish someone. I grinned at him.

"It would be my pleasure." I held the folded jacket in my arms.

Assef kissed my forehead. "Good girl."

"I've changed my mind," Assef said to Hassan. "I'm letting you keep the kite, Hazara. I'll let you keep it so it will always remind you of what I'm about to do." Then he threw himself on Hassan.

Hassan released the rock. It struck my brother on the forehead. Soon, the Hazara bitch was pinned down on the floor. Assef tore off his pants. Tossed them aside.

It was then I realized exactly what my brother had in mind. I hunched forward, waiting. Wali's eyes locked on mine.

"I don't think Saria should watch." His voice was shaken. Assef pressed his foot down harder onto Hassan's neck. The Hazara boy's answering hiss of pain echoed throughout the alleyway. I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my lips. Wali gaped at me. "She shouldn't be allowed to watch."

"She can stay if she wants to. That's her right," Assef said. He looked over at me. "You want to stay, don't you, kiddo?" he asked. I nodded through my hysteria.

"Yes," I managed to splutter out.

Assef grinned. "Alright then. That's settled. She stays. Now, let's have some fun."

"I don't know," Wali muttered. My father says it's sinful."

"Your father won't find out," Assef said. "And there's nothing sinful about teaching a lesson to a disrespectful donkey." I sniggered. This was the best day ever!

"I don't know, Wali's voice shook.

"Suit yourself," Assef said. He turned to Kamal. "What about you?"

"I... well..."

"It s just a Hazara," Assef said. But Kamal kept looking away

"Fine," Assef snapped. All I want you weaklings to do is hold him down. Can you manage that?" They both nodded, relieved. Assef and I locked eyes for a moment. Tears of pure joy streamed down my face.

Hassan was going to get exactly what he deserved. Assef unbuttoned his trousers. Dropped his underwear. The reality of what was going to happen finally hit me.

My brother was going to rape someone. Of course, he had done this before, but I had never witnessed it. I suddenly realized how messed up we both were. Him to do such a thing, and me to watch with such joy. 'It's only a Hazara.' I thought to myself. Hassan deserved this pain. This humiliation. Assef thrusted back and forth. Grunted. Hassan didn't even whimper. This angered me. Why wasn't he screaming in pain? Begging for mercy? I scowled at him. He seemed... defeated, if that's the right word. Like he knew he couldn't escape.

I don't know how long the rape lasted. Eventually Assef straightened up, pulled up his pants. I handed him his jacket and he lifted me up. Placed me down on the ground. Hassan lay panting underneath us. I kicked him hard in the stomach. "Tell anyone about this and you're dead." I warned. He knew well enough to heed my warnings. We ran from the alley. I stumbled over my own feet. I could barely concentrate.

We stopped running near to Wali's house. Wali and Kamal both left us, shaken. We knew they would not tell. They were smart boys.

"Was that a nice surprise, sweetheart?" Assef asked. I flung my arms around him. Words could not describe the pure joy I felt.

"T-thank you. I've waited so long for him to get what he deserved." I was now sobbing from happiness. Assef stroked my hair. The love I felt for my brother in this moment was unbelievably strong.

"I'm glad you're happy, kiddo."

I nodded through my tears. "I'm happy, Assef. I'm so very happy." I began to hiccup. Giggles escaped my lips as I thought about Hassan. The pain he must be feeling right now. All for a fucking kite. The little bitch is too loyal for his own good.

Assef slung an arm around my shoulder. "Come on then," he chuckled. "Let's get you a glass of water to try and stop those hiccups." He squeezed me tight. Kissed my head. We walked home together, his arm around my shoulder. I could barely speak I was so filled with happiness.

This had been the best day of my life. No doubt about it.

Next chapter, will Saria's opinion of Masood change after he risks his life for hers? Please leave feedback, critiques and comments. :)

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