Sworn Enemies

Asad kept replaying Mandy’s shriek in his mind and feeling as though he had by far conquered an unknown land. Mr Baxter meanwhile watched the student quite closely and felt that he had at last found a soul mate. Someone who was greater than he was. Someone who didn’t just fantasize but achieved his pleasure no matter what the consequences. The bell rang for end of school, snapping him out of his thoughts. ‘Mandy and Asad please stay behind’ Every one left. Mandy darted her eyes around the room. Sir didn’t look right. She felt frightened and scared. ‘Stand up Asad.’ ‘Yes sir.’ He stood up. Not ashamed of the damp patch near his crotch he stood tall and proud. Mr Baxter looked at the tell tale signs on young man’s trousers and smiled inwardly. Yes, yes, this boy will definitely pass the test. ‘Now Mandy come over here, you too Asad. Come to this room.’ It was a small room where all the books and stationery were stored. ‘Now young lady do you see these.’ He held up a pair of scissors. ‘You know what will happen if I stab you with this. You will die. Do you want to die Mandy?’ ‘Please sir, I’m sorry. Please, Pl... Pl... Please let me go.’ ‘Of course you can go, but first you must allow Asad to do what he wants.’ Mr Baxter had ripped of Mandy’s shirt and pushed her over a shelf.’ Go on boy do what you want. Mandy had been violated, raped, and raped again and again, by Asad and by Mr. Baxter. Her skin was severely cut. She bled as both men sucked on her blood like hungry lechers, wild dogs. It was one of Asad’s memorable episodes in life. It had been a great way to lose his virginity and gain a friend. He hadn’t seen Mandy after that. He was sure she was alive, as the school had not announced a death. He was safe. He could still remember her. She had sat in a corner, not an ounce of clothing on her. She was covered in her own blood like a skinned rabbit. The smell had been wondrous. Never an experience to forget. Never. It was then that he had looked into Mr Baxter’s eyes and noticed his feelings were reflected; Mr. Baxter’s eyes were dilated by pleasure and were glazed over. ‘What do you think boy,’ Mr Baxter was genuinely asking for his opinion. ‘I’m speechless sir.’ ‘Good, good.’ ‘Sir?’ ‘Yes boy.’ ‘What if she goes to the police?’ ‘Not a chance.’ Mr Baxter said this with arrogant confidence Asad hoped that he would have one day. ‘How can you be so sure? ‘You are looking at an old jockey who knows how to play the game son.’ ‘That’s great sir. I want to learn from you. But how can you be so sure.’ ‘It’s about what’s up here.’ Mr Baxter had jabbed his head. ‘One she’ll be too traumatized to mention the spectacular incident and secondly by the time she does she’d have washed away evidence. It’s our word against her’s.’ ‘That won’t happen son. If it comes to police and court I’ll kill her myself and feed her to my dogs, that way there will be no evidence no incident.’ He laughed a very cruel laugh. ‘You would do that sir.’ ‘Off course.’ ‘How sir.’ ‘Well I’d have to show you son. You won’t understand otherwise. Meet me on the bridge at seven tonight and I’ll give you an insight. But rest assured, if you don’t want to come because you’re scared to be in my company boy. I’ll understand.’ ‘No way sir. I’m not scared. It was my father’s duty sir to educate me this way. But you sir. I think you are fantastic.’ Asad had found his mentor. ‘What is the matter Asad, you are not eating. Is there something on your mind?’ ‘Yes mother, indeed to go to jacks to finish of my assignment...’ ‘So, you may go.’ ‘What about father.’ ‘I will talk to him. When will you be back?’ ‘Maybe an hour or two.’ ‘That will be too long.’ ‘It’s up to you. If I can’t go for the time, I need to complete my homework I might as well stay home. Otherwise I’ll be rushing the whole thing.’ Asad spoke with such conviction he could see his mothers resolve crumbling. Stupid, stupid mothers. ‘O.k. go, but if you can come back quickly it will mean fewer questions from your father.’ ‘Mum I don’t want to put you in a difficult position. I won’t go if you don’t want me to.’ ‘No Assad. Go I’ll talk to your father.’ His mother had always been blind to his manipulation of words. At an early age of seven, he had figured out that his father unduly loved his mother. If his mother was agreeable then father never posed a question to go against his wife. It was so easy it was laughable. Why were parents so easy to convince. It always tended to amaze him. It was one of Asad’s memorable nights. It was a cold night. Steam formed in the air as he breathed out but he didn’t feel the chill. He was excited at the thought of meeting his future role model. He could see Mr. Baxter’s silhouetted form on the bridge. There was a full moon behind making his face shine and added an air of suspense. Asad ran towards him. ‘So you came then son.’ ‘I wouldn't miss this for the world sir.’ ‘How do you know we are not just going for a walk boy?’ ‘I don’t think you are but if you are sir I’m with you.’ Mr Baxter had shuffled his hair and laughed.