“Haha, this isn’t a game, he is a real human and you are not allowed to use it on an innocent, your powers,” Tis warned her.
“Innocent? Innocent? He was at the murder scene that day and my sister said he could be the one who killed him.”
“The Prisoner didn’t die normally, of course?” Tis said, rolling his eyes.
“I saw my sister’s reaction when the news about that prisoner came out. She debated for half an hour with my brother about how he could be a good guy too when he died and how he should be grieved as a normal human. That wasn’t humanity, it was guilt speaking, like he died because of her or something. Maybe Rivan killed him and he somehow knows this Hucia thief and asked her for help, so we go behind him for clues, right?”
Tis sighed. “You should write a novel of that story.”
“You said I should keep practicing my powers, give me a better opportunity, I will wait,” Vyani said, putting on her green shrug.
This time he smirked but didn’t oppose. “You always take advantage of my human-hating tendencies, but let’s try not to make it very red.”
“I won’t kill him, just enough that he won’t be able to take a screenshot again,” Vyani said as they both started climbing the green heavenly stairs.
They both started climbing the stairs. They say half knowledge is dangerous, but it’s still enough to think if it’s right or wrong, but Vyani didn’t have time to think about right or wrong at this point. No one thinks about how much blood will be shed when the knife is in their hands, and that knife was in her hands, so why should she stop when she had the perfect person to use that knife on.
“Do you even know where that guy lives?” Tis asked, climbing up with her.
“What do you think I was doing in my room for half an hour when you were complaining about how a human cries watching my sister from her room window?” Vyani replied.
“And how exactly did you find it?” He asked.
“I was a stalker just months ago,” Vyani replied, leading him on the sky path, which gets created automatically as they keep walking.
“Yeah, of course, and that’s a very important thing to bring up right now.”
“Good thing that idiot’s profile was public. I saw his mother’s pic with him on his Insta and I think I know where that lady lives.”
“And what are we going to do? Ask him about the prisoner?” Tis asked her.
“You don’t even listen to me.” Tis sighed as she ignored him and went down, her anger wasn’t in her mouth but in her attitude.
She started walking on the stairs, her mind a mess. How do you even think straight when you just witnessed your own sister getting harassed by someone you just once heard the name of, that too during a complaint rant. Apoorva had once mentioned him during a rant about her school. She barely speaks about her school life, but when she does, she makes sure this Rivan guy is included, and now it explains clearly why. 104Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXQGnp7Fnwo
"Can’t we move faster?". Tis asked Vyani, who was still behind him. It’s like her legs never support her body whenever she makes a bad decision. They say make sure your shoes take you to places, but never defined what kind of places.
“I am doing my best, this is the fastest I can walk, and I have to conserve my energy for that bastard.”
“You don’t have to do something extraordinary, just what I taught you is enough to take your revenge for now,” Tis said, as if she was listening to him.
“That is the one,” as Vyani goes down, Tis following her. “It’s not very near your house,” Tis said, trying to clear the not very friendly tension in the air. As soon as they reached the ground, they soon spotted a black and yellow bike coming their way.
“What? Apoorva’s sister? Vyakhya? You are Apoorva’s sister, right?” Rivan said, putting his bike on the stand as he raised one leg to get off the bike.
“Yes—” Vyani said before she came forward and touched her kalawa with her forehead and then, “a boulder,” she muttered, and her mind filled with how she was going to execute this, the intent clear, a green giant foggy boulder summoned out of nowhere before she pushed it forward—
“Wait—”
Rivan was stunned as words uttered out of his mouth before he could open it. “What the—” before the boulder landed next to him and his bike shattered.
“Are you kidding me, Vyani?” Tis yelled at her.
“You said it can’t destroy human-made things!!” She yelled back in panic.
“I said that so you won’t be afraid of using it!!”
“Are you kidding me? I just imagined that boulder on his head and he is injured. Why did his bike—this isn’t what you taught me!!”
“No, it destroys everything. It’s a weapon. Weapons pity none!!” Tis shouted.
“My bike…” Rivan went running towards his bike and checking the parts scattered everywhere. “I—I drank too much,” Rivan said, putting his hands on his head. “Now my girlfriend’s little sister destroyed my bike with some superpowers, wow,” as he started crying.
“So what should I do? If I make a boulder again, it will destroy the house or something. You told me it gets destroyed after hitting what it is intended to.” Vyani asked in panic.
“Use your brain, don’t involve me, and why is he crying?” Tis said, rubbing his temples.
“Tch, drinking after harassing my sister, he is long gone.” With that, Vyani touched her head with a kalawa and imagined a knife, which immediately came to life, rainforest green, and it flew, hitting Rivan on the stomach.
She froze when she saw the blood on him. “I—I aimed the arm!!!” she screamed before running to him.
Rivan was panting hard, drunk, grumbling, moaning in pain as the blood pooled around him.
“You forgot everything I taught you,” Tis said, disappointed. Vyani looked at Rivan and went on her knees near him. “Are you alright? Hey, hey, we—we should get him to a hospital.”
“Nice joke, what will you say? Please help him, I wasn’t trying to kill him, but now he looks like he is about to die.”
“I am not joking!!” Vyani said, crying.
“Don’t you dare cry now. I told you to control it or it will control you!!!”
“What should we do now? Please, of course you would know a way, Tis—Tis!!!”
“Yes, I have a way.”
“What? What is it? Please do something!!!” Vyani shouted.
“But do you want to save him? He harassed your sister, took advantage of her—”
“But this does not mean I will kill him. I have no right to kill him.”
“He didn’t have any right to do that to your sister, how she was crying, it was so pitiful.”
“Stop!! Stop!!” Vyani closed her eyes and her hand on her forehead.
“If I was you, I would have made sure he won’t see another day,” Tis whispered in her ear.
“But I—I will die if I kill an innocent.”
“Innocent? Sad, because your sister won’t be able to call him that,” Tis whispered, laughing. “And I lied about that you won’t die.”
“I—I…”
“You are very emotional, Vyani, it always weakens you down,” Tis said, going towards Rivan who was almost dead.
“Twisting his neck? Would that work?” Vyani said, wiping her tears and standing up.
Tis nodded, smiling.
“Imagine it’s a bottle, a plastic used bottle which just poisoned your sister.”
Vyani touched her kalawa with her head again, and pure fury, the pity, all humanity in a sting she hid behind her eyes. It can’t go on like this, he must die, and with that her head, holding onto nothing but twisted, and Rivan’s neck twisted, blood streaming from his eyes, a horrifying scene, but worse was when Vyani found herself smiling over it.
“Done, he is gone.” Tis concluded, like announcing the completion of a project.
Vyani dropped to her knees with her hand on her face, as if she was embarrassed. “I—I killed a human,” she muttered.
“Yes, you did. It was a good practice session, now let’s clean this up,” Tis said before he raised his finger. The earth soaked all the blood at the scene. Vyani looked up for a second, it’s the same thing he did when they found the dead cat, and in a blink of his eyelash, Rivan’s body started flying.
“Let’s go. He should be found dead somewhere convincing,” as he climbed the green steps and kept walking till they were above the ground behind their school. Vyani had a big history with that ground, she already hated it, so maybe he decided to use it again. Vyani followed him, her legs leading her again. She closed her eyes when Tis tossed Rivan’s body like a candy wrapper in the dustbin.
“His mother would probably be waiting for her little baby to come home, Tis,” Vyani whispered with no soul.
“Sad, because he will never come home now,” Tis replied, looking back at her with a smile and continued, “Don’t feel the guilt, you did this with all your senses.”
They went home. Vyani lay on her bed, making sure she was asleep even with her eyes open. How do you sleep when you just killed a human, a human who was just like you? He grew up in a house like yours with the same boring plants every father buys to put near the main gate. He wore the same school shoes you wear now, the design was the same, maybe his feet were also smaller than the shoe so he also used to put paper behind it. He would have tried to convince his mother to buy his size shoes too, but his mother would have also refused because she knows he will grow up and so will be his feet. And the thought that haunts her the most is the thought of her sister finding this news. She won’t be relieved like Vyani was, but devastated that someone she once cherished lost his life today. These thoughts wouldn’t stop writing essays in her mind, until she aggressively grabbed her headphones and put on a forest bird chirping sound and closed her eyes.
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“What’s happening, why is there so much noise?” Sankshipt said, rubbing his eyes as he pulled his sister apart from his body, who was hugging him like a snake in her sleep, before he put on his glasses and got up from the bed to look out the window.
“Why are so many policemen, Shukla aunty-” He put on his T-shirt which was nearby and ran to the door, when he saw his neighbour Shukla aunty crying and her husband talking with the policemen who were inspecting the broken pieces of the bike of their missing son.
Soon Sankshipt heard the full story. Something had crashed against the bike and the person who had the bike at that time, Rivan Shukla, who was the youngest son of his sweet neighbour, was missing. He went out near 1:40 after telling his parents that he will spend the night at his cousin's but never reached there. Sankshipt soon reached near his aunty and tried sympathizing with her. But others’ shoulders don't work when your own feels heavy, so he didn’t try to explain anything to her, just stayed there because he knew how it feels to lose someone in a night.
“Inspector! Maybe he jumped off the bike before the crash, please don't imagine the worst,” Sankshipt said softly to an officer nearby.
“We also hope so,” the officer said.
“Why didn't any one of us hear the crash?” one of the neighbors said.
“I was awake the whole night, I didn't hear anything,” a medical aspirant who stayed pulling an all-nighter said from the crowd.
“They will find him, safe,” Sankshipt said to his uncle, who was trying his best to pretend to be the socially constructed man while his wife was almost standing with the support of three other ladies or she would’ve fainted.
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“Mummy, did you see my socks?” Adbhut yelled towards the kitchen with a roll of chapati with peanut butter spread on it like blood on a crime scene, hanging between his mouth.
“In father’s wardrobe, mine were also there,” Vyani said, combing her hair, which was tangled in a way her life was, as she looked towards her sister’s door who was still sleeping, unaware that her own little sister murdered her boyfriend.
“Why are you so slow? Today, come on, we are getting our summer vacations in a week,” Adbhut said, poking Vyani’s cheeks.
Vyani put the last portion of the chapati roll in her mouth before heading out to the main door and pulling up her stockings. “Aren’t you using the bicycle?” she said to Adbhut while taking out her shoes from the rack.
“No, it got punctured, mummy said she will get me another, this one was already old, I am thinking of a black and yellow color” Adbhut said, opening the main door and getting out.
That made her stop. Black and yellow, bike, pieces, death, because of her. She closed her eyes before tightly tying the shoelaces around her shoe like a noose tightening around her neck.
She rushed to her brother’s side. He was talking about something about PE period and Shristi of his class. Vyani wished she was actually listening to her brother yapping about his classmates, but it didn’t matter because her eyes couldn’t stop seeing the corpse of Rivan in every dark corner on their way to school.
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