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Ficlet: A very close friend has crossed the line, and be it whether through a business or personal matter you feel betrayed or worse. Describe the situation, how you deal with it, the emotional cycle you go through, and how this affects your friendship.

Ten Years Previously. Srinagar, Kashmir

It had taken a long time for Altaaf to become part of the Khan family. Thanks to Nilu, the nightmares of that night in Dalgate had faded. The crayoned drawings that he had so frantically scribbled in those first few days after his adoption of the masked man with the terrible eyes who had led the attack that had killed his parents and sister. Over time, he had come to call Nilu, ammi. It had taken longer for him to call Inayat Khan abba, but one day during a game of cricket, he had implored him so to bowl that the diminutive for father had just spilled out naturally. Later, he had drawn a picture of that wonderful day with he and Inayat playing cricket on a snowfield near a red house high in the mountains. For the first time since his family's murders he had been truly happy and loved his new family.

That night, for the first time, Inayat and Nilu had gone out leaving him home to do his homework. His pencil had broken, and he went on a search for another or a sharpener. He was looking through abba's desk and pulled open a drawer. In it was a gun, a revolver, but Inayat Khan was the SSP of the Kashmir Police and so it was a surprise, but that was not what really caught his attention. With it was a black wool mask. He took it out with dread. It looked like the same mask of his nightmares. Horror and panic rising in him, he ran to get his crayons and found a photo of Khan. He took a black crayon and coloured around Khan's face, blocking out all but his eyes as if he was wearing that mask.

Altaaf would never forget the man who haunted his dreams, and now he stared down at the photo of his adopted father and saw the same murderer who had made him an orphan. Hate filled his heart as he realized the truth. Hate and fear and revulsion, feelings that he could barely comprehend, but that told him what he must do. He pulled the murderer's mask over his head, letting his eyes look through the same hole those terrifying ones had. He took the gun and hid.

Inayat and Nilu came home after a nice evening out, looking forward to telling their son all about it. As Nilu went to change, Inayat went to the desk in the bedroom to set down his watch. It was then he noticed the drawer was still open and the gun and mask missing. Watching from the louvred closet door, Altaaf could see him look around and call for him. Holding the gun tightly, he stepped out, pointing the heavy weapon at his abba. The gun wavered from the weight and his outstretched arms as he pulled the trigger. It went wild, missing Inayat by a lot. In defence, he threw a stool at his adopted son, sending the gun flying and taking Altaaf down. There was no remorse in the young eyes that looked back with hate and the need for vengeance. The eyes of a boy betrayed totally by the one he had come to trust absolutely. It seemed Khan was just as frozen, just standing there as Nilu came running in, making no move to call for his police outside.

That's when Altaaf scrambled up and jumped out of the window, fleeing from a life destroyed by betrayal to be alone with his nightmares of that masked man, his father.
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One Word Prompt: Mourning

Eleven year-old Altaaf

One moment he had been so happy. Certainly, the men with the guns made him nervous, as did his parents' nervousness as they served them tea. Then there had been the firecrackers going off outside, in what must have been a celebration of the wedding. It didn't take much for Altaaf to persuade his mother to let him and his little sister go outside to join in the excitement, but his sister had turned back to take her doll with her, and he had waited. Perhaps if she had not, he wouldn't have witnessed the massacre. Perhaps if she had not, she would still be alive.

She was just coming, running up to him and smiling, when the door crashed open, trapping him behind it. And then the gunfire. When he pushed the door off him, all he could see was the smoke and hear the loud cracks the bullets as the masked men just fired into the house, not caring where their bullets fell. Altaaf screamed as he saw his sister lying in a pool of her own blood, and then his mother cut down by his bullets. He screamed as he looked at that masked man, those crazed, murderous eyes etching themselves into his mind. He screamed until a hand clamped over his mouth and the smoke obstructed death from his view.


They took him with them. They put him in a jail cell on his own until it could be decided what to do with him. He didn't know how long he sat there alone with only those terrifying images for company. Then the police officer came in, Inayat Khan, and told him that he was now his son and that he would take to his new home.


He said not a word to his new parents. The man made him nervous, but his wife was a lovely, kind woman, still mourning the loss of their own son from a terrible accident. But Altaaf did not speak. He couldn't. The horror...his own loses were too great for words. Instead he drew. And drew. And drew. Papers surrounded him, each one of the same thing. Each drawn feverishly as if putting it to paper would take it from his own head.

The masked man. The gleaming eyes.

It didn't, though. No matter how hard he tried. He couldn't get rid of the image of the man who had slaughtered his family.

Ten years later

Those images still reside in his mind. At night, every night, he relives that day, 23rd June, in Dalgate in his nightmares. Each night he sees the masked man. Now he knows who that man is, and has known for the past ten years, but now he is ready to avenge his parents and sister. The day that Inayat Khan dies at his hand, will be the day he can finally stop mourning the loss of his family, and his innocence.


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Altaaf Khan

November 2012

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