Fucking psychopath.
One day, he introduces me to this boy, his son. He wants me to teach him my ways, claims that he’s a prodigy when it comes to hurting others. Obviously, I decline. Then, he offers me a shit ton of money, even then I say no.
“Professor, this is my son, Asad.” He’s well-spoken. His voice has a heavy accent, something you’d expect from someone like him. I look down to meet the boy’s eyes and switch back to his fathers’, trying to show him that I don’t give a fuck. “He admires you as much as I do. He wants to be like you one day. Isn’t it true, Asad?” He pushes the boy forward.
“Yes, sir,” says the… boy? After a closer look, behind all those rags I can see a twenty-something-year-old young man with the face of a teenager.
“Well, you gotta step up your game and practice a lot, if you ever want to get close to being my shadow.” In this business, being this cocky… monster is a blessing and something to look up to. But out there in the real world, it’s not. I must stay in character.
In here I’m a fucking rockstar.
“Yes, yes, of course. He needs to practice a lot,” Abdel replies while grabbing Asad’s shoulder. “But who would be a better trainer than the infamous ‘Professor’? Yes?” He won’t drop the subject and keeps increasing the fee.
“I don’t have time for this. My work here is on a tight and important schedule and I can’t afford to be distracted by anything else,” I explain with a smirk, implying that I spend most of my time in her cell raping her countless times. My reputation made me trustworthy around here.
“Just name your price. I want my son to be the very best out there.” Asad looks at me strangely. I think he doesn’t want to learn anything from me, but he also can’t say no to his father— no one ever could. I hate this kind of clusterfucks, where young boys are pushed by their fathers to be real pieces of shit, instead of being in school, playing basketball or whatever the fuck they do when they are kids over there.
“How old are you, Asad?” Asad means ‘Lion’ in Arabic, but this kid can barely grow a couple of hairs on his face.
“Twenty-one, Sir.”
“Twenty-one? He’s too old, Abdel. He should’ve started way earlier.” I pull back.
“That is true, my friend. But what he lacks in youth he makes up for in proficiency.” The father insists, and I’m backed into a corner.
“I’ll think about it.” I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this one.
Abdel kept insisting on the matter and as time went by he started to become suspicious. So, in order to not blow my cover, I had to say yes for once. Asad showed a lot of interest and, to my dislike, had the proficiency his father mentioned. I felt a touch of regret for the kid— he was not beyond repair.
“The day the mission ended, the first one to go down was Abdel.” I look at Sarah, trying to find something in her face, but I’m not yet sure what. “I killed him right there and then. He was my target, I needed him to be the first to die, to make sure the head of the snake was cut off.” My mind warped to that glorious moment. “Slicing his throat with my knife was something I wanted to do since the beginning. But I never found Asad, and to be completely honest, I didn’t look for him that night. I simply thought he was there and someone else had got him. After all, he was an adult and had initiated within the organization. I should have checked the kill list closely, but I didn’t and that’s my mistake.” A rookie mistake if you ask me, but I don’t say this out loud.
“How did he know who you were?” Sarah asks.
“That’s what we can’t figure out. But somehow he managed to get intel about me being a double agent within the organization.” I look at Carter with some concern. “We’re talking about someone who has been trained to torture by a lot of people, and I’m one of those people. This is someone who knows his shit.” Carter is staring at me, he looks serious. I think he just understood how serious this is. I can see the wheels spinning— he’s thinking where to look next.
“I’ll hit the road, I got a guy who knows a guy who may know where he is, or at least where he was seen last. If the visit pays off… Should I call you?” I nod. At this point, I’m all in. He stands up and stretches his body, slowly walking backwards while smiling at Sarah. Classic Carter.
There’s no denying that both Carter and Sarah are the same age and he has this attitude that makes women wanna throw their panties at him. But I hope he ain’t thinking he’s the right man for her because he isn’t. He toys with women a lot and he likes that lifestyle. “We’ll find him, cuz.” He gets it. He understands that this mission has to do with the memory of my brother. He lost him, too. They were best fucking friends, for God’s sake. That’s why he’s so invested in it. When we saw them kill him on TV, that brought us closer. He became the pillar I could rely on for support. “See ya later, Snow White.” He winks at Sarah and goes out through the kitchen door.
“He didn’t use the front door. Why?” I want to answer that right away, but I can’t. I’m fighting against jealousy, and it’s taking all my energy.
“He doesn’t want to show face to the officers. One may say he has some ‘personal issues’ with the law.” I’m trying to be funny and make her laugh like Carter did, but I don’t even get a smirk from her.
Silence fills the room.
She starts to gather all the dishes to wash them in the sink. She does that all the time to turn her back against me. That’s okay, things between us were already weird, and the embarrassing moment we shared last night made everything worse.Why did she react like that? Was she really jealous?Maybe the alcohol made me see what I wanted to see. I watch her from the kitchen table.
She never had a haircut in all those years; her hair is black as the darkest night, it starts straight and ends in tiny shiny curls. It’s so long, it almost reaches her ass. But it doesn’t cover it, which is good, because I like looking at it.
Stop this at once!
My mind and my body betray me. I’m rock hard and I can’t hide it. I should really think about something else and look somewhere else.
I decide that going to the gym is the best way to spend my energy. My cell rings— Carter. I wasn’t expecting a call from him this fast.
“Someone’s ready to talk,” he says.
“When and where?”
