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.


4. My Best Friend

Claiming Adia

In the last chapter, Saria watched with morbid fascination as Assef violently beat Farsef within an inch of his life and ripped his ear clean off. She was both sickened and delighted to see just how far her brother would go to defend her honor. Now, she faces the prospect of spending yet another day with Adia...

I stood in my bedroom, glancing in the mirror, dressed in nothing but panties. My clothes lay strewn on the floor. I was having another wardrobe crisis. Most of my dresses had been put in the wash by my stupid bitch of a mother. I mean, they weren't even that dirty. I sighed to myself. This was going to make chosing an outfit a lot more difficult. I groaned in frustration as I stared at the clothes on my bed. What was I going to wear today? I was meeting up with Adia for the first time since "the event," and I wanted to make a very good impression to her family.

She was taking me to her grandma's house and I wanted to look my absolute best. It's not like I needed to worry, though. Old people love me. I'm so sweet and generous that they can't help themselves! Ha! If only they knew what really lay inside my soul. The darkness and terror that I feed on. Oh, I couldn't wait to see my bitch again. What would I make her do this time? Eat dirt? Roll in dog feces? Eat dog feces? I smirked to myself at the thought. The possibilities of torture for her were endless! I pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that said "Little Angel" on the front.

I smiled. That saying was a complete lie. I was no angel. In fact, I was more of a devil than an angel but t-shirts like that don't wash well with elderly people and I wanted to make sure Adia's nana loved me. I always had to try very hard to get people to like me. It's very tiring, hiding behind this mask of innocence. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just tore it off. Would my life be better if I didn't hide? Would I have a chance?

That is why I feel I must write my story down. Then I can give details of the person I have always been forced to hide for all these years. The side of me nobody else could know about. Well, except for Assef. I would never forget what he had done to Farsef! And he had done that for me! I had the best brother in the universe, there was no denying it. I brushed my hair and tied it into one long plait and put on my shoes. "Okay, Saria, you know the drill," I told the girl in the mirror. "Just play the game and nobody will suspect anything. You don't want a repeat of three months ago so just keep your temper in check.

Don't let what they say get to you. They don't know you," I gave myself a little pep talk in Pashtu. I knew I would have to behave my absolute best today, at least until we left her grandmother's. Then, I could truly be myself! I smiled as I walked downstairs. Hopefully I might meet up with Amir today. I had a massive crush on the boy, and intended to make him mine! Once I got rid of Hassan, that is. I couldn't believe someone as hot as Amir was willing to touch that disgusting Hazara. Didn't he realize how it made him look? Hazaras were disgusting. My brother always told me this.

I grabbed my coat. Papa waited for me by the bottom of the stairs and put a hand on my shoulders. "Are you looking forward to today?" he asked.

"I can't wait to see my friend again," I told him honestly.

He squatted down in front of me so we were level. "Remember, Saria, I expect you to be on your best behaviour today."

"Caa, agha," I muttered, shifting from one foot to the other. Lowering my eyes, I played the cute card to the best of my ability.

"Because Yuri is one of the sweetest ladies I have ever met and I will be very disappointed if you upset or hurt her in any way."

Yuri was Adia's grandmother. I hated sweet people more than anything! I would have to work very hard to keep my fiery temper in check. I nodded to my father. "Caa, agha. I'll be good, I promise," I said in a little girly voice. Papa hugged me tightly.

"I know you will, Saria. You'll have a lovely time today." I didn't think that would be true. I had to refrain from groaning loudly.

"I hope so, Papa," I said as I waved. "I'll see you later."

"Assef will pick you up from Yuri's house at seven-o-clock this evening. You'll stay there for tea."

I smiled. They still didn't trust me to sleep over in Adia's house or her family's after the last time. Good! I would have hated to spend the night with those cunts! I brushed my hair back from my face and walked out the door. "Bye, Papa!" I walked a few paces down the road before turning my attentions to the packet of cigarettes in my pocket. No, before you ask, I don't smoke.

I may be dangerous and violent, but I'm not a smoker. The things disgust me, the very idea of inhaling their toxins makes me sick, but they come in useful. I would mark Adia as mine tonight. She would know, the moment she woke up, that she belonged to me and me only. I was going to control her. I was in charge. I smirked to myself, enjoying the feeling of power.

A few teenage boys passed me and stopped. One of them looked at the cigarettes in my hand. "You selling?" he asked. "I can get you some cash if you want. Of course, if it's free, that's better by us, isn't it boys?"

I looked at him and shook my head. "Um, no," I told him. "These are mine. Not for sale."

He took a step closer and cupped my chin. "You look a bit young to be smoking?" he mused to himself. "How old are you?"

"Eleven," I replied proudly. "Twelve in a few months time."

"You don't look eleven." I knew this statement was true. I dressed young for my ages, wearing girly dresses and tying my hair in pigtails, with ribbons on either side. It was part of the ploy to fool the adult world with my charming demeanour. At best, with that combined with my short stature, I looked only eight. Nine at best. I looked at him with my best "little cutie" eyes.

"I'll be going now. It was nice to meet you all. Maybe I'll see you again some time?" I remembered to speak politely at all times.

The boy reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Leaving so soon, little one?" he asked, his breath bitter on my face. "Stay a while. Might as well put those ciggies of yours to good use." He was reaching for my pocket, his hand groping my ass. Instantly, the beast inside of me was raging to be set loose. I wanted to set him alight! To see him squirm at my feet as the flames charred his skin. To see their melted eyes, as I would be the last thing they saw! I wanted them to enter hell! My temper was like a ticking time bomb and by groping me, he was setting it off! 'Tick tock, tick tock... BOOM!'

I laughed inwardly. Then one of the boys looked at me. He stepped closer. "Saria Ahmed?" he asked, his voice shaking. I knew exactly why.

"The very same," I replied cockily.

"A-A-Assef Ahmed's baby sister?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Are you in his class?"

The boy nodded. He took a step back. Empowered, I puffed my chest out and took another step towards him. "He talks about me?" I asked smugly.

"All the t-time." He turned to his friends, who were each looking at me with a mixture of fear and awe.

"Did he tell you about Farsef?" I asked. "Farsef has no ear on the right hand side of his head now. Pity. But Assef hates to see me get hurt or upset in any way." I smiled. I had them. I always knew I could count on Assef to save me, even if he wasn't even in the vicinity. The very name of him struck terror in the hearts of millions.

"We s-should go." And they ran, like puppies with their tails between their legs.

"Run back to your mommies!" I called, cackling. I was now in better spirits! I always was when I won a confrontation! Especially after a confrontation that I knew I had little hope of winning! Don't get me wrong, I pack a mean punch (and kick but that's besides the point) but in a fight against three teenage boys who probably weighed double of me? I knew I was in danger. What would I have done had one of them not known Assef? What could I have done? Would they have beaten me? Killed me? Raped me? I wasn't sure. The thought of not being in control actually terrified me, though I'll kill you if you tell anyone what I say.

Haha! No, I had tried to hide it, but part of me had been frightened of them. I needed to be much more careful where I walked. I wouldn't always have my big brother around to protect me. Well, next time I was with Adia, she could stick up for me. After all, isn't that what friends are for? I could care less what happened to her as long as I was safe. I knew it was callous of me to think these things, but when have I ever had a heart? I thought about how much I was willing to hurt sweet Adia, about how enthralled I became watching my brother disfigure someone.

Years later, I learned there was a definition for what I was. For what my brother was. Sociopath. It was thrilling, the very thought of violence and discord, of my enemies begging for mercy at my feet! I just had to choose my enemies more wisely next time, that was all. I smiled to myself as I walked down the street to Yuri's house. People watched me walk and mothers smiled kindly at me. To them, I looked like an innocent child. A girl with a pure soul. Ha! If only they knew. If only I could show them the dark receding of my inner heart and mind. I doubted they'd be smiling at me then!

Yes, I would manipulate them all, twist them until they wrapped around my pinkie finger. Yuri would be no exception. From what I heard, she was about seventy but my cruelty shows no boundaries to age. What kind of dangerous psychopath would I be if it did? No, if she fucked with me, I would deal with her. Simple. As. That. It was with this thought in my mind that I knocked upon the door. A friendly looking, elderly woman with graying hair answered. She smiled at me, showing her teeth, or rather, the lack of them.

She had wrinkles covering every inch of her ugly dog face. I suppressed a giggle. The woman got down on her knees and hugged me tightly. I was shocked! Excuse me? I was not big on PDAs. The only person I willingly allowed to embrace me was Assef. Who did this bitch think she was?

The wrinkled cow pulled away from me (I'm going to call her that in here from now on, ha!) and surveyed me like a naughty puppy.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you, my dear, but you are just an angel. What an adorable little girl. Are you Saria?" she said my name slowly, as though I would not understand it.

I nodded my head. "Yes. I am Saria. It's nice to meet you," I said through gritted teeth. I told myself to stay calm, and to remember my punishment from last time I lost my fiery temper. I looked at Wrinkled Cow and forced an angelic smile. "It's real nice of you to invite me over. I've missed my friend," I told her honestly. It wasn't a lie, well, the "friend" part was.

"Adia is just in the kitchen baking cookies. Would you like to join her?"

"I love baking!" I clapped my hands together in childish joy! Wrinkled Cow took me into the kitchen, where Adia was busy baking. I ran to her and saw her shrink back in fear. I threw my arms around her.

"OH IT'S WONDERFUL TO SEE YOU!" I shouted gleefully. Adia nodded. I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"You almost gave the game away bitch. Don't look so scared. What? Do you think I would be so bold as to harm you in front of your precious grandmother? Do you think I'm that dumb- don't answer!" I hissed as she began to open her mouth. "I'm just saying, is all," I whispered lowly into her ear so Wrinkled Cow could not hear. "I'm so pleased to spend the day with my best friend!" I said loudly.

"Me too," Adia smiled. I kept an arm around her and looked into the bowl.

"Cookies?" I asked in mock-excitement. "I love cookies! Yummy yummy! I can't wait to eat them all!" I joked.

"Save some for us," Wrinkled Cow laughed. It was a fucking annoying sound that really got on my nerves. Still, I held my sweet smile in place.

"I will, agha."

"Child, you may call me Yuri, or Nana, as dear Adia does. She already thinks of you as part of the family."

"Thanks, Yuri. I'm glad you think it. Adia is a dear friend to me."

"I'm glad, kiddo."

I froze. My heart beat faster. 'She doesn't know. She's so stupid,' I told myself over and over.

"Because Adia needs a friend."

"I needed one too," I told her. "I'm so glad I have the chance to spend time with you and Adia." I kissed Adia's cheek. The gesture surprised her, but I let it go.

"I'm glad, dear. You girls have fun, and don't touch the hot oven without me there." She rubbed her hands together to emphasize that the oven would indeed be hot (as if I thought it would be fucking frozen) and then Wrinkled Cow left the room, leaving me and Adia alone. Immediately, my charming demeanour was switched off.

"Baking cookies?" I scoffed. "What a childish pastime. Does your grandma always treat you like a baby?"

Adia nodded. "B-but she is very kind to me," she stuttered.

I smirked. "Of course she is. Your family is all kind. They are also fools, but that is no compliment," I told her honestly. She bowed her head.

"What would you like to do today, Saria?" I had taught her well. Always, always ask what I wanted, don't just assume I would like to do what you want to do.

I smiled at her, looking around to make sure Wrinkled Cow wasn't listening in. "I'd like to take you somewhere very special to me," I told her honestly. "It's a place that is very dear to my childhood."

"I'll ask Nana to take us."

"No!" I spat. "You can't bring anyone! Do you understand? If she asks, tell her we're going to the playground."

"But that's lying!"

"But that's lying!" I mimicked. "Don't you think I know that? If you know what's good for you, you'll do exactly as I say!" I leaned in close in to her face. I could see every crevice, every pore of fear filled sweat that dripped down her face. I shuddered in disgust. "If you don't, I'll be very upset! You don't want me to be upset, do you?" I asked.

She shook her head. I thought of the cigarettes in my pocket. 'Just a little longer, Saria,' I thought to myself. 'Be patient and you can mark her as yours.' "I don't like making you upset, Saria. You're my best friend," Adia said like a robot.

"Aww, you're my best friend too!" I called loudly so that Wrinkled Cow could hear. Then my voice dropped again. "So, as my best friend, you are to do as I say. Do you understand?" Adia nodded.

"Yes, Saria."

I smiled at her. "Good girl. I knew you'd see things my way. Well, it's too early for us to go just yet. Are the cookies ready to be baked?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'll get Nana."

"You do that," I replied flippantly.

"Nana!" Adia called.

Wrinkled Cow came rushing in. "Aww, are the cookies ready to go into the oven?" she asked. She snatched the tray from my hands and almost bent my fingers back. "Here you go, dear. I'll put them in." She did so. I rolled my eyes behind her back. God! She was treating us like we were two! I was well able to put things in an oven! I had done it before at home! I had cooked dinner at home!

'Keep your temper in check, Saria,' I told myself. 'You don't want a repeat of four months ago, do you?' The answer to my question was no, no I did not. I knew that I had to keep my raw emotions pushed deep inside of me. I was like a ticking time bomb. What would make me explode? I didn't even know that myself, and that scared me.

I knew sometimes keeping control could be very tough. I didn't want to let my emotions get the better of me! I had to keep in control of myself! What else could I do? I smiled politely at Wrinkled Cow. "Thank you, Wri-Yuri," I told her. I almost punched myself in the face then and there! 'Yuri! You idiot! Her name is Yuri!' I chastised myself. You see what I mean? I cannot keep my dark thoughts in sometimes!

"You're welcome, deary." She didn't even notice the slip up, thank God! "Why don't you and Adia go play on the swing set and I'll call you both in for milk and cookies in twenty minutes."

I nodded politely. "Yay!" I cheered in childish glee! "I love swings! Come on, Adia!" I grabbed her hand, tighter than I should have, and dragged her out the door. I ran with her out to the swings and sat down on the largest swing. I began swinging back and forth.

Sit down," I told Adia kindly, but with a hint of authority. She settled into the second swing and we began to swing back and forth. I waved at Wrinkled Cow from the window. I knew I looked so sweet and innocent in my pretty t-shirt and shorts, and my blonde hair tied back in a ribbon. She smiled at me.

I scoffed down the cookies when they arrived. I was so fucking hungry! I hadn't eaten in ages! "These are so delicious!" I told Adia truthfully. "I love them!"

"I'm glad you like them, Saria. They're my favourite!" she said in joyful tones.

"Mine too!" I replied. I saw her looking away. I knew she was afraid of me. Like I said, I was like a time bomb! She had no idea when I would explode. She knew all about my true intentions! She knew who 'Saria Ahmed' really was. I smiled at her. "I've missed you," I told her truthfully. "It's been no fun not having my best friend to hang out with." I smiled. "Did you miss me?"

"Yeah, I did," she said. I knew the statement was untrue but decided not to push it.

I lay back on the swing. "Did you hear about Farsef?" I asked curiously. Adia shook her head. I sat up and leaned towards her on my elbow. "My brother bit his ear off!" I squealed in childish glee. "Clean off! Bones and everything!" I was now delighting in watching her gag.

"Why?" she asked in a scared tone of voice.

"Because he teased me," I replied honestly.

"I'm sorry," Adia whispered. "I used to get picked on before at school." I felt sympathy rise in me. I put a hand on her shoulder.

"I hate being picked on," I told her. "Wouldn't you do anything to make them stop?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Not physical violence. It's not right to hurt people, Saria," she admonished. Instantly, all pity vanished.

"You just don't understand," I told her honestly. I looked at my watch. Ten to two! I knew I would have to take her to mark her soon. "Adia," I told her. "We're going to the "playground" now," I commanded. She nodded in understanding and ran inside.

Instantly, Wrinkled Cow came out. "I want you girls to promise you'll hold hands and behave," she ordered. I nodded politely and grabbed Adia's disgusting hand.

"Come on!" I called in glee. I ran with her down the road, and when I was sure I would not be seen, I dropped her hand like a hot potato. "You can follow me, can't you?" I asked. She nodded and I took off running. I couldn't wait to finally make her mine forever! To show her somewhere really special to me! I was delighted! I knew just the place! I laughed to myself in childish delight!

I was cruel, I knew it but that was just part of my personality. I was who I was, and I could not change that, could I? I was made to be bad! I smiled to myself. There was no turning back now. I was in full control! I had to keep it that way! No matter what! No matter what! I had to keep a tight leash on my enemies!

I was not going to be put down by anyone! I was in full control and I knew it! I didn't even need to look behind me to know that Adia was following. Of course she was. I picked up my speed and ran faster until I reached a deserted forest. I knew that nobody would be down there. This was the place where I first watched Assef beat someone up for me. It brought great joy to my heart to be in there! It was the perfect place. I caught Adia's hand and led her inside.

She was already shaking with fear as I led her deeper and deeper into the woods. I knew exactly how far in we needed to go! We stopped about half way and I let her go. I could see from her eyes that she was terrified. "Don't be afraid," I whispered. "Don't be afraid, bitch!" I caught her chin and forced her to her knees. I stayed over her, enjoying the power. "You're my best friend," I told her. "You mean a lot to me. I want you to know that no matter where you run to, you cannot hide from me!" I laughed to myself at my little "joke."

"No matter what! I will always find you! Always!" I taunted. I pulled the cigarrettes from my pocket and watched as her eyes widened in fear.

"No!" she screamed as I lit one up. She tried to run away, but I caught her by the throat and pushed her down. I slammed her head into the ground three times.

"Now you must be punished!" I told her. I slapped her face and picked up a broken stick, beating her bare legs with it.

"I'm sorry!" Adia sobbed. Once I was satisfied, I stopped beating her. I lifted her top and placed the butt of the cigarette on her stomach, just under her breasts. She squirmed in pain, and I kept one hand on her mouth to stop her from calling out. One never knows who might be in the woods. I pressed the ciggie harder and harder into her stomach, as she cried out in agony! She was really suffering! I was delighted. Adia's little face crumpled as she saw what I was doing.

Now, she knew that her best friend was truly vicious. Any doubt that had been in her mind was now evaporated into oblivion. After five to ten minutes (I lost count) I took away the cigarette butt and admired my handiwork. She was now going to have a permanent scar for the rest of her life! I smiled to myself as I knelt beside her, my left knee putting pressure on her ribs.

"You're mine now!" I told her. "You will tell nobody of this! When your Nana asks what happened to your legs, you'll say you fell in some nettles!" I began spitting in her eye. "If you tell anyone, anyone of what happened today here, I will make you wish you had never been born!" I leaned into her face. We were almost lip to lip. "I am no pushover, Adia, and don't think that because you're young you can mess with me! I will rip you to shreds, no matter what age you are! If you fuck with me, you die!" I slapped her face.

"W-why?" Adia asked, shaking.

"Why?" I asked. "Why what, Adia jan?"

She nodded. "Hurt me?" she whimpered.

I laughed. "Because you hurt me! You got me grounded, and I'll never forget that! I never forget, Adia! Never! I will always get my way, no matter what!"

"You wouldn't really kill me would you?"

"Yes, I would," I replied honestly and in that moment, I knew that I spoke the absolute truth. "I would kill you without a second chance! If you ever disobey or hurt me, you will pay with your life!" I screamed. I let her up and took her hand. "Let's go home now." We took the long route home so that I could collect my thoughts. I knew how much control I had over her now! Death would be hers if she disobeyed. We walked back hand in hand and I looked at her.

She was shaken up, so I hugged her tightly. "It's okay, honey!" I cooed as nicely as was possible for a girl like me. "It's fine now!" I looked around me and suddenly slapped her face. She burst into tears and I put my arm around her shoulder. "Yuri! Yuri!" I called desperately, trying to sound frightened. "YURI HELP!" I let a few crocodile tears run down my face.

Yuri ran out into the backyard. "Oh my goodness!" She did a double take at Adia's legs. "What happened here?"

"A-Adia fell into some nettles!" I cried out.

"Yeah!" Adia cried in pain. Yuri ushered us both inside and began tending to her.

"My poor little girl!" she cooed, holding her on her lap.

I smiled at Adia. "It's going to be okay," I told her, putting a hand on her knee. "You're being very brave, Adia. I bet those nettles hurt a lot!" I whispered. "You're so brave!" I said.

"So... so brave!" I told her. Adia whimpered and lay closer to her grandmother.

"Nana, I don't feel too good!" she told her honestly. "I wanna lay down!"

"Okay, baby, okay," Wrinkled Cow turned to me. "Sweetie, can you ring your brother and get him to collect you now?" she asked me.

"Of course!" I told her, trying to hide my delight. "I'm so sorry you're not feeling well, Adia. I hope you are better soon." I hoped nothing of the sort! I was almost skipping when Assef came in to get me. I took my brother's hand and waved at Adia, who was whimpering under a blanket. "Bye bye, Adia! Hope you feel better!" I told her.

"What'd you do?" Assef asked me as I walked with him down the road. I showed him the cigarettes.

"Nothing you wouldn't have done," I told him.

He laughed and took the packet from me, placing it in his pocket. "You're something else, kiddo!"

'Something else, something else...' I knew that was true, but what I was... could I control it?

First off, may I just say that I wrote this story out 2 years ago and that's why I'm able to upload the chapters at such a fast pace.

In the next chapter, Saria is delighted when Amir comes to her house, but her joy is soon short-lived when she learns Hassan will be joining them. Please leave comments, review and PM and subscribe..

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