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.


13. Tragedy Strikes

In the last chapter, Saria almost drowned in Gharga Lake but Masood was quick to jump into the lake to save her. She showed no guilt when she learned that he may die due to his injuries. We continue with the next day as her family waits vigil in the hospital..

"Goddamn it, I hate hospitals!" I thought to myself. I swung my legs back and forth childishly. The collar of my cream dress itched against my neck. I hated the fucking thing but it was the only item of clothing I could find on such short notice. I watched the busy doctors and nurses pass by, none of them paying us any mind. The old clock on the wall behind me ticked on and on. Getting up on my knees, I craned my neck to look up at it. 9:30 am.

How long would it fucking take? "Sit down, Saria," Papa demanded sternly. I had to fight to stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, Papa. I just wanted to know what the time was," I told him somberly. From my side, I heard Mama sniffling loudly. Dumb bimbo.

Assef drummed his fingers against the edge of the chair impatiently. Doctors ran past us with another stretcher, their faces awash with sweat. Obviously, whoever this was, they were in serious danger. Not that I truly gave a fuck. You can probably guess the reason why my family and myself were keeping vigil here. Masood. Doctors were still working on him. He had ingested a lot of water, and on top of that, they feared he may have brain damage from the bump to his cranium.

I honestly didn't care whether he lived or died. What was his life worth to me? Sure, he may have saved my life, but did that honestly matter? Was I supposed to respect the little tit all because he had decided to be a hero. That's the right word, isn't it? Decided. It's not my fault he's in here! He didn't have to jump into the water after me. Stupid idiot. If he dies then the blame should be placed solely on his shoulders. Adia sat beside me, sniffling. Her parents were badgering another doctor for information. Why I had to be here at all was beyond me. It's not like I could do anything to help.

I wasn't a fucking doctor, although, some might say I was quite handy with a knife, though, not in the way that people would want. I very nearly smiled at this thought, but then remembered where I was and why I was here. There was a role for me to undertake, and I had to fulfill it to the best of my ability. Now, I may not have given two shits about Masood, but I at least had to feign concern. Reaching out, I placed a hand atop Adia's knee. She stiffened but continued to whimper.

"He'll be okay," I said reassuringly. "I promise." A very childish assumption on my part, but that is what I was being perceived as. A child. Poor innocent Saria, so concerned with the suffering of her "best friend." If only they knew. If only they fucking knew! Do I need to mention all the things I've already done to Adia? Lying was a piece of cake for me!

Adia wiped her nose on the back of her hand, continuing to cry. She was drowning out the other sounds in the hospital. I rubbed her leg, trying to soothe her. Anything to make her shut up! "You mustn't cry," I chastised her gently. "He'll be fine. You'll see. Doctors will make him good as new." She looked at me. Cocked her head to the side.

"Are you sure, Saria?" she asked timidly. Ironically, in this moment, I was all she had. Her tormentor was her one source of comfort.

I nodded. "Hey, aren't you the one who said your brother is a survivor?" I quipped, remembering my first eventful meeting with Adia.

She nodded. "I sure hope that's true," she replied. I don't give a shit either way! I thought to myself. Noticing my parents ogling me as per usual, I leaned over and gave the somber ten-year-old a kiss on the cheek.

She seemed surprised by my nurturing actions but didn't say anything against me. Wise move on her part. I continued to hold her hand tightly, whispering soothing words every so often. Anyone watching would have believed I truly cared for the girl. HA! Nothing could be farther from the truth. When I think on it now, I was quite lucky that I myself was not more seriously injured. What if it had been me that cracked my skull open on that rock? What if I was the one lying in that room fighting for my life! Such depressing what-ifs did not even bear thinking about! I glanced about the room.

The friendly nurse from my previous stint in hospital smiled sadly at me. I returned the gesture. Assef glanced over at me. Our eyes locked. We both gave each other that knowing look. The look that said we both knew how hard the other was fighting to stop from bursting out laughing. Pain was our pleasure! The very idea that Masood was possibly going to die brought great joy to both of us! Yes, it may be cruel, but this is the boy who raped a child. The girl who watched and laughed. When did morals ever matter to Assef and I? Javid and Faraya continued to badger the doctors.

"Why has there been no news?" I could hear Javid complain loudly to the poor nurse. "It's been hours! We just want to know HOW OUR SON IS! IS HE ALIVE!" he asked the heavens. "PLEASE, GOD, PLEASE TELL ME THAT HE IS ALIVE! PLEASE TELL ME!" he ranted. Faraya placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. The nurse looked at a loss for words. I would certainly hate to be in her position right now.

"We are doing all we can," she rattled off. That's doctor speak for "please shut the fuck up and go away." I watched the scene with avid interest.

"BUT ARE YOU DOING ENOUGH?" Javid roared. It was entertaining to watch such a gentle man become so enraged. "I WANT HIM TO GET THE BEST CARE! DO YOU HEAR ME! PLEASE SAVE MY SON!" He broke down sobbing. He was truly on a rollercoaster of emotions.

"Surely they must have finished working on him by now," Faraya spoke in a light voice.

The nurse shook her head. "We don't know the full extent of the damage caused when he fell into the water. That was..." She glanced at Adia. "A really nasty bump he took when he hit his head." She continued to explain the situation in the simplest terms she could find.

Now was not the time for hospital jargon. Their sadness was etched on their faces. What I wouldn't give to spit on the floor in disgust right about now. Mama placed a hand on my shoulder. "Why don't you and your brother go for a quick walk?" she asked. "It won't do any good for all of us to be stuck here. Go on. Just a quick little walk around the hospital. That should be okay, yes?" she asked the nurse.

The nurse nodded. "As long as the child is looked after," she commanded.

"She'll be with her brother," Mama told her. "He's sixteen." Assef flashed the nurse one of his most charming smiles.

He got up and took my hand. "Alright then, kiddo. Let's go."

"Kay." I nodded sadly. We left them all to worry and fret. What good were we in such a situation? We did more harm to families such as Adia's than we did good! I wanted to laugh at Javid and Faraya's anguish so badly, but I had to keep playing the role of innocent Saria. Wiping my nose, (crocodile tears of course) I gave a small smile up at my brother. He returned the gesture.

"What do you think, Saria?" he asked. "Will we be going to a funeral soon? Hey, you might even get a new dress!" he quipped lightly. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know," I said innocently. "Maybe my promise to Adia will come true. Maybe he'll live." I sighed deeply; time to tell my brother what I had done. We kept no secrets from one another. "I told her about Zainab," I said quietly. "I told Adia. Told her everything."

Assef regarded me sternly. "You told her about the murder?" He ran his hand through his hair and sighed loudly. I felt like a child who had been caught misbehaving by their parents.

"I'll make sure she doesn't tell though!" I said hurriedly. "I threatened her with the same, I promise!" I was truly frightened. I hated having my brother mad at me. I didn't even dare to ask that question.

"You need to use your brain, Saria!" Assef scolded loudly. "What if Adia does decide to tell? What about that? Did you even think about that? Do you think about these things at all?" He had begun to raise his voice. I backed into a corner as my brother advanced on me, his eyes blazing with rage. I hated knowing I was the cause of his rage.

"If she tells then you will be seven kinds of fucked! Fuck, you could go down for this, you get that? We both could! Did that even cross your mind? Do the consequences of your idiocy even go through your thick head. Be careful, you fucking fool!" he snapped at me.

Covering my hands with my mouth, I sank down onto a nearby chair. Assef's words struck a strong chord with me. Why had I told Adia? What the fuck was wrong with me? I had just let my ginormous ego get the better of me! Now my entire future was hanging on a thread. Assef and I could both get sent down for so long!

A murderer and her accomplice. We could get life imprisonment, or worse, be executed. I pulled on my hair, letting out a loud wail of frustration. "STUPID GIRL! YOU STUPID GIRL!" I wailed loudly. My sobs escalated as I buried my face in my hands. I rocked back and forth, screaming loudly. "I'M SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT! A FUCKING IDIOT! I'M SOOOOO SORRY!" I wailed.

Nurses passed and stared at me. "Is the little girl okay?" one asked, concerned.

"She's fine. We're here with one of her friends. He's not very well. She's such a sensitive little thing, keeps blaming herself." Assef knelt down in front of me. The nurse seemed satisfied with his explanation and left. Assef pulled my hands away from my face and surveyed me sadly. I continued to wail.

"Oh, kiddo," he breathed. I flung my arms around his neck. He picked me up and sat me on his lap.

"I'm so sorry, Assef," I cried loudly. "I'm such a fucking fool." All my sorrows were being let out in these wails. Assef shushed me gently. I pulled back from him. "I won't let you go down!" I swore to my brother. "I'll take the blame. All of it! I'll s say you weren't' even there! I'll take any punishment they give, even a public stoning. Anything as long as you stay safe!"

Assef held me against him. "Don't you think like that!" he whispered into my ear. "Don't you dare think like that!" I continued to cry. "God, kiddo. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I just worry so much about you. You listen to me now, Saria. Listen good. Nobody is going to hurt you! No-one is taking my sister away! Pigs will fly before I let that happen!"

"But..." I whimpered.

Assef shushed me. "You can hold your own against Adia, I know that. Hell, I've seen how you control her. She knows what you're capable of!" Assef kissed my head gently. "You're incredibly smart, my dear. Together we can find a way through this!" He continued to soothe my cries. My little body shook with every single sob.

"I'm going to plant the knife on Jamil." I began speaking German to my brother. With our mother hailing from Berlin, it was only natural that her children learn the language. "T-that way, if anyone comes calling, we'll be in the clear."

Assef nodded. "Smart plan. Everybody hates that old man. He always has police calling. I'll bet he's even doing drugs!"

"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning innocence.

Assef laughed. Rested his head against mine. "We'll do it today. After lunch. I promise." I pulled back from him and gave a loud sniff. "I never meant to frighten you Saria, and I'm so sorry I did. Wipe your tears now, sister. We need to get back." I got up from his lap. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, kissed my cheek. "Come on."

We began to trudge back to our parents. My cheeks were stained with tears. I didn't bother to wipe them. Makes sense that a child as sensitive as myself would be crying in such a situation as this. As we approached, I could see a doctor talking to Masood's parents. I wondered what news they were bearing. My question was soon answered when Faraya flopped down onto the floor and let out an animalistic scream.

"NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!" she wailed, hunched down on the floor. Her sobs echoed through the hospital. I let go of Assef's hand and ran to my mother. I had to keep playing the part.

"Mama, why is Khala Faraya so sad?" I asked innocently.

"WHY, GOD WHYYYYYYY!" Faraya cried loudly.

"Masood didn't make it, honey." Mama said in that tone of voice one uses when speaking to a small child. She caught me and Assef up in an awkward embrace. We were her children, and we were safe. Alive. I could hear her thank God in German. Adia flung herself at her father.

"BABA-JAN, PLEASE! TELL ME IT'S NOT TRUE!" She suddenly rounded on me. "YOU! YOUU!" she roared. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" She let out an animalistic scream as she lunged at me, slamming my head into the wall. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! YOU KILLED HIM! THAT SHOULD BE YOU IN THERE! YOU SHOULD BE DEAD! YOU! NOT MASOOD, YOUUUU!" she moaned.

"Adia, stop! STOP!" I cried. She continued to slap the shit out of me. I raised my hands to my face in attempt to defend myself? What the fuck had gotten into my little bitch? How dare she put her hands on me? How dare she attack me?

"ADIA!" Javid roared. "YOU STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!"

Assef grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and pulled her off me. He kept a tight grip on her shoulder. "I'll let you off this once because you're grieving. You lay a hand on Saria again though, and I won't be so lenient." I could hear him threaten. He released her. She stumbled away from me, collapsing in on herself.

"Come here, my child," Javid cooed gently, extending a hand to her. She immediately obeyed. The family continued to grieve. Javid's cries of anguish were quite soothing to me.

Papa opened his mouth to say something but stopped. Words could not bring Masood back. Nothing we could say or do would ease their pain. The collective agony this family were feeling could not be soothed. I bit back a smirk. What had transpired for them was truly a tragedy in the worst sense. "OUR SON! OUR ONLY SON!" Javid wailed, throwing his head back. His eyes burned with fury, like he was cursing the divine being lurking in the sky for having taken Masood from him. Tears streamed down his red face. I too began crying. I was such a sensitive little girl, as I wrote before.

At least, that is how I must be perceived. I flung my arms around Assef's waist. He squatted down and embraced me. I rested my head on his shoulder as I let out my sorrows. Tears dripped down my face. He rubbed my back comfortingly. All a show for these fools! I was a victim here as well. Poor little Saria. What a terrible tragedy. That's how I knew they would see it. Mama and Papa were both teary-eyed from the dreadful news as well. All of us bore the brunt of Masood's accident. No words could adequately describe the complex range of emotions we all felt right now.

I pulled away from Assef and looked at him sadly. "Assef, can the doctors make Masood better again?" I asked innocently. As I said this, Faraya covered her mouth and let out a wail of pain and sorrow.

Assef shook his head. Sniffed. We both should get Oscars for our acting ability. "No, my dear. They can't."

"But can't the doctors give him medicine?" I asked with all the innocence of a child.

"Well, that's just it, Saria. Sometimes doctors can't make people better. Sometimes they... well, sometimes... sometimes people are too sick, and they can't give them any medicine because it wouldn't work. Sometimes..." Assef sighed. "Sometimes people just die.

Even people as young as Masood. There's nothing we can do about it and it isn't anybody's fault. Do you understand this?"

I nodded. "It's just so sad," I lamented. Faraya got up off her knees and walked over to me. Her face was stained with tears, her eyes red and puffy. She got down on her knees and embraced me tightly, sobbing onto my shoulder. Assef straightened up and watched us, amused.

"You poor child!" The overly-emotional woman cried. "You've suffered too, haven't you, my darling? All of us have!" she exclaimed. "What happened today was not your fault, Saria. Nobody is at fault. You must listen to your brother. They did what they could to save Masood, but nothing could be done!" She began to cry again in earnest.

"I understand, Khala Faraya," I sniffed. What a hilarious sight. Faraya continued to drown her sorrows onto my shoulder. I opened my mouth and let out a little moan of anguish. "I'm real sad Masood got hurt!" I said. What else could I say? My words were of no comfort to her. She had lost her child. The angelic Saria now had to comfort this sobbing woman.

"It's so sad!" I cried. They say denial is the first sign of grief. This was certainly true for Adia. She had fallen to her knees and was pounding the white-tiled floor, much the same as she had done yesterday. This was certainly a humorous sight for me.

"NOOOOO! IT'S NOT TRUEEE!" she roared. She was going to start hyperventilating if she wasn't careful. "MASOOD! MASOOOOOOOD! Please, GOD! Bring him back to me! Please save him!" She slammed her head onto the ground, her fists clenched. I had to fight to stop from laughing.

"Stop that now, my daughter," Javid said kindly, reaching out a hand to her. He grabbed her by the shoulders. She turned around and slammed into him with such force that they both overbalanced and toppled to the floor. 'All of you stop over-reacting!' I thought. I had to bit down hard on my lip to stop myself from screaming this out.


"Yes he is," Javid told her. I doubted he believed the news either. "He died in his sleep."

He held his youngest child. His only child now. "They tried to save him, lord knows they tried, but nothing could be done." The pain that these people must have felt was nothing short of euphoric for me. This was my drug. All the same, though, I wanted to go home! Let's be frank for one moment, who gives a fuck that Masood died? People die all the time. I am hungry, for fuck sake. Masood was just trash and God decided to throw him away. That is how I honestly viewed the situation. I had to remember though to stay in character. One slip up could be detrimental for me. I glanced at Adia as she sobbed in her father's arms.

Of course, she knew everything about me. She knew how dark and decrepit I really was. I wondered what was going through her mind when I had told her about Zainab. Did she dream about it? I wondered. Certainly today I had been kinder to her than ever before. I had behaved almost like a sort of " big sister" to the girl. Now more than ever she would need a friend. A guider. A protector. She would need her sweet Saria to be there for her. Her sorrow was something I was going to use to my advantage! She would be ten times easier to manipulate now. She definetly would experience some sort of post traumatic stress disorder, at least I hoped so!

She continued to sob. Her cries were loud enough to wake the dead. Obviously they didn't. Faraya and Javid tried desperately to soothe their daughter. As the adults, it was their job to comfort her! Mama too was crying for this poor family. Stupid bitch was always too sensitive. I placed my tiny hand in hers. Now more than ever she would be thankful for her two healthy children. Her two living children. I leaned against her legs, rubbing my hands with my eyes. I was really hamming up the child act today. As I've written in previous journals, I can pass for eight or nine, if I want to. I'm very small for my age.

"Mama," I muttered sadly. "I don't like when people die."

"I know, Saria, I don't like it either," she replied, stroking my hair. "Nobody does." It seems death followed me around lately. Zainab. Now Masood. Masood should count himself lucky he didn't have the image of me stabbing him as his last image on this Earth.

"I'd think we'd better get off home," Papa said, finally. I breathed a sigh of relief. "You have our deepest condolonces, all of you." Adia nodded, and he shook her little hand.

"T-thank you for coming all the way out here, Mahmood," Javid said. He wiped his eyes. "You make sure to keep in touch, Saria, won't you?" he asked me. "Our Adia's going to need a friend like you." Assef bit down hard on his lip. We left the grieving family. Masood's death was all that we could talk about in the car.

"That poor boy," Mama cried, wiping her nose on an old lace handkerchief. "Only thirteen years old. So young. Imagine, Assef, that's three years younger than only one year older than our Saria." I kept my eyes down. I'd had quite enough of listening about Masood. He's dead. I had to focus on the task at hand, getting rid of that fucking knife.

It was only a matter of time before I'd be found out, and I wanted to make sure that never happened. "Mama, what time is it?" I asked from the back seat. She peered down at her watch. The watch Papa gave her on their last wedding anniversary.

"It's half past one, baby girl," she replied. "Why?"

"No reason," I replied sweetly. I looked over at Assef pointedly. He knew me well enough to determine the meaning of my look.

"Mother, Father, is it okay if I take Saria out for a quick walk. Just to clear both our heads." Papa smiled at his son from the rearview mirror.

"Of course, Assef. I'd say you both need some fresh air. Take as long as you want."

"I need to get out," I said. "If I'm stuck at home, I'll get sad from thinking about Masood." I made my voice break as I said this. We eventually arrived home.

"Go get your coat, kiddo," Assef said. I nodded and walked forlornly up the stairs. 'Righto, time to get rid of this fucking knife,' I thought,

I thought to myself as I bent down and retrieved the bag from under the floorboards. I made sure to be wearing gloves before I touched the blade. Pocketing it in my blue duffle coat, I walked back down the stairs and took my big brother's hand.

"You two be safe," Mama called as we exited the house.

"Right, where does this kunis live?" Assef asked.

"Only five minutes away from us," I replied. Framing Jamil would be a doddle. And did I care if he went to jail? Did I heck? He was Hazara. They deserve everything they get, and then some. We were alone, so I began skipping down the road.

"MASOOD IS DEAD!" I cheered loudly in joy. "Yay! Yay!" Assef laughed at me.

"Now that's not a nice thing to say," he scolded mock-sternly. I turned back to face him.

"Sagt der Junge, der gerade vergewaltigt jemand vor drei Tagen," I giggled. 'Says the boy who just raped someone three days ago.'

"Me? Du bist derjenige, der fast nass selbst zu beobachten," Assef replied. 'Me? You're the one who almost wet herself watching.' We both grinned at each other. Eventually, we reached Jamil's old hut. The elderly man was nowhere to be seen. I scanned the area cautiously. Nothing.

"I'm going in," I told Assef. "You stay out here and keep a watch for him."

He nodded. "Of course, be careful." I nodded and walked tentatively into the hut. My heart pounded in my chest. If I was caught here it could be all over for me. I tiptoed around silently.

I noticed a half-open drawer. "Right. Let's get rid of this thing," I whispered under my breath. I opened the drawer up and placed the knife in under some old bed sheets. "Let's see how this fucker likes jail." Smirking, I closed the drawer to exactly where it had been moments before. Footsteps. I hurriedly crawled under the bed, making sure to be as silent as absolutely possible.

Jamil walked back inside, carrying some washing. He walked over to the drawer, pulled it open. He began fiddling with the sheets, when his hand brushed against the handle of the knife. He carried on, not noticing. I almost shrieked in joy. 'Brilliant, now his finger prints will be on it!' I thought to myself. I suddenly realized how thoroughly fucked I was. I held my breath, praying that Jamil would not see me. After a few more minutes, he walked outside again. Once I was certain that his back was turned I crawled out from under the bed and made a hasty exit. Assef and I hid in some bushes and watched for a few moments.

As luck would have it, and it seemed luck was truly on my side these past few days, a mere five minutes after I had planted the knife, who showed up, but Abdal. The police man who had questioned me about Zainab's murder. He walked up to the Hazara man. "I need to speak to you," he said.

"What about?" Jamil asked.

Abdal held out a bag. "This was found near Zainab Qualmari's body." I covered my hands with my mouth. Oh, fucking brilliant! What a day! "You and I both know you've had trouble with drugs before. That makes you our prime suspect. I'm going to search your premisis," he informed the old man.

"HEY! WAIT, YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Jamil certainly had a mouth on him for a Hazara.

Abdal half-glared at him suspiciously. "Hiding something, are we? Well let's see then." It only took moments for him to find the bloody knife. "Hmm," He held it to the light. "Drugs found by her body, and the knife on your person? It's a bit coincidental, isn't it?" He had no fucking idea how "coincidental" it was.

"I never hurt that little girl!" Jamil screamed. "I'M INNOCENT!" he tried to plead with them as he was led away.

"I bet that this knife will have your fingerprints all over it." Not wrong there. "What kind of sick animal would murder a little girl?" he spat at Jamil. "You're a monster. Do you hear? AN ABSOLUTE MONSTER!" he roared, back handing Jamil clean across the face. Jamil's head reeled with the force of the blow. Yet, he still continued to plead innocence to the bitter end. After they had gone, Assef and I began making our way back home.

"Well now, kiddo, wouldn't you say that was a job well done on our part?" Assef asked.

I grinned up at him. "A job very very well done," I replied. I now knew that I could kill and get away with it. Some children "get away with murder..." I literally have..

In the next chapter, Saria returns to school, and has to face a new enemy. Will she be able to keep her cool? As always, PMs and reviews are much appreciated...

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