Final Part

“My little chirping bird, why are you here?” I begged of Mata as her red lips trembled and her hands reached out to a past memory.

For as long as the years had passed, time seemed not to have touched Mata’s delicate frame. Her white face still glistened with the innocence of youth and her doe eyes were still ripe with the curiosity of life that had led Mother to call her that.

My little chirping bird.

Yes, years had passed since our first encounter at the orphanage, but even so, our familiarity was still as fresh as the snow beneath our feet.

“General please, you must listen to me.”

“Mata….”

“Anna…”

“Mata …”

“Anna was the leak. She had orchestrated the entire plan from the start.”

She would talk to me for hours on end about her dreams and I would regale her with tales about a life I couldn’t quiet now see.

As children we were inseparable yes, but the war came and with that, we found, it exposed the true nature of humans all around.

“..she had grown bored of the american life you see, and was often calling home anxious for our forgiveness, anxious for our love just like Mother said she would be.”

The war came and with that our path took separate lanes.

I never really knew what led to our separation but after the war ended and they heard I was to wed the enemy, everything changed.

“What is all this Anna? Who is this woman? What is she saying” Harry asked hurridely as my eyes focused on Mata as she inched closer and closer towards me.

We had spoken on the phone, yes, every now and then, yes, but never did I get the feeling that we were at odds, never.

My little chirping bird.

“You left us Anna….”

“Mata…”

“….you left your family for a country that choose to kill your own blood, didn’t you my little krysa……

(snickers)

…. and now before your death, I shall relish the look in your eyes as that happiness fades away, just as mine did when Mother laid in my arms dying. She told me you know…That it was you all along. It was you who had given up our location.”

“Mata what are you talking ….”

“Shhhh my little krysa, shhh. As Mother would say ‘ kill the krysa before it multiples & destroys everything’ I have done my duty and now your bastard child will grow up an orphan just as you did. She’ll feel the…..”

………………..

The soldiers positioned themselves and took their shots.

First at the fair, red lipped lady that stood next to Anna, then at her and Harry, both of them dropping to the cold ground that would soon house their remains.

“General, sir, you’re wounded let me take a look at that.”

………………….

I later came to find out that their was no plot against us but there was one being hatched against the beautiful Anna Anton by the striking Mata Shashenka in honor of Mother, one of the most influential leaders of the sleeper cell organization, JPG.

As they say, “Once a rat, always a rat.”

 

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Part One

As the rain began to pour and Harry contemplated what the general had said, he looked back at his wife and daughter sitting in the car behind him and slowly he began to weep.

 

He had met the beautiful Anna close to two years ago in Russia right before the war ended. There love, I believed, was one that would have been ordinary if not for the situation at hand. What was that situation at hand you ask?

Well to put it bluntly, she worked for the enemy and he made a living killing them.

 

“Bloody hell Harry, did you hear what i just said…. You have to kill her now Harry, it’s the only way your daughter won’t end up an orphan.”

 

A couple of months  after their encounter in the field, the war ended and they got married in a little town outside Saint Petersburg and just like the movies, their little marisol arrived.

Yes, the war was over  but the paranoia had never left.

While love bloomed, word had gotten out that a few of the Russian sleeper agents in America had been activated and the truce that had been was just but a ploy for an attack that would come in the following months. And as the dice rolled all eyes landed on Anna as intel confirmed she was one of the activated.

 

“Snap out of it Harry! Do it now before they get here.”

 

Harry rushed to his car, took out Anna and pointed the gun at her face and right before he pulled the trigger, just as Anna mouthed that she loved him always I knew I couldn’t remain hidden anymore.

 

“STOP! For Christs sake stop all of this!.”

 

“Mata? What…how…I”

 

“Anna my darling will you ever forgive me?” I implored of her “I know it’s been years and to meet you under such circumstances…I …you…Anna will you forgive me?

Part One

I had gotten the call in the wee hours of the morning from dispatch to head down to the local church that Tuesday for what I presumed was a case.

Glancing at my wife’s side of the bed subconsciously as I maneuvered about getting ready to leave, I remembered she would be at the hospital finishing up her rounds before we headed out of town for our mini vacation.

Asha, was a pediatric surgeon whose love for children and life had prompted me to pop the question two years ago. Knowing full well that I would never be able to give her kids of her own, she said yes  and that’s when I fell into her more than I ever had before.

Pulling up to the entrance of the church, I made a mental note to pop by with some breakfast for her later on that morning once I was done with all the madness. In front of me was a lull of paramedics, cops and media who all stood behind the yellow tape as if they were waiting on something.

As I got out of the car my partner, Jabari, ran up to me.

“Ndale, my man…..uh what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here! I was called in for what seems to be the biggest case of the year…… So tell me, is it the serial killer?”

In our little town of Blueby, the most we detectives ever had to deal with was the occasional wife battery cases or the missing loaf of bread down at the diner. But two months ago, the body of a young man was found raped, stabbed and his genitals wrapped in barbed wire with a similar case sprouting up a few weeks later.

The media by then had gotten a whiff of what was going on and had now termed the serial killer ‘The Barby Murderer” which seemed to not only scare the towns people but also agitate the chief.

“Ndale I need to…”

Jabari seemed to be stalling and seeing that I wanted in on this case just as much as he did, I pushed past him and through the crowd.

“Ndale for heavens sake hold up!” but by the time he got to my side it was too late.

At the pulpit, limbs nailed to the cross, barbed wire wrapped around the pelvic region in a lewd manner, breasts severed off, was my wife Asha.

 

Part Two

“Why is she calling Diego? I thought you said this was our time?” Isabella asked for the umpteenth time this week.

I put my phone on silent, placed it on the night stand and turned back to her.

Her body was calling out to me, and even though there was a pit in my stomach after seeing that call and we only had ten minutes left of my lunch break, it was paramount that I left her on a good note.

Now, don’t give me that look! I loved Marisol with all my heart, and we had built something so strong together. But Isabella, adios mio, she was my first drug.

Marisol and I had gotten clean once we found out she was pregnant. I had gotten my act together for her even changed everything about myself just to ensure that she and Sofia were happy. But even then, there was still Isabella.

The problem with being a junkie is that you fall from one addition to another and Isabella was that for me, an addiction that catered to my deepest, darkest desires. She was my first drug. Marisol was my recovery.

“Don’t leave.”

“Cariña, you know I must.”

I pulled her towards me and as I kissed her sweet lips and held her beautiful body to mine, I promised myself that this would be the last time that I would ever use again.

I exited her apartment and turned towards the direction of the diner when my phone rang again.

This time it was work.

“Diego, for fucks sake where have you been! We’ve been trying to reach you.” Janet the receptionist said rather earnestly.

“Eh, relax mama, you got me now. Where’s the fire?”

“Diego……I don’t know…..you… you need to get to the Chestlive hospital quick, its ……..its Marisol and Sofia they…”

Before she could finish her sentence, I hang up, turned around and began to run towards the direction of the hospital when I felt it again. The pit in my stomach that felt like the world was about to end forever.

 

Final Part

“Yes, Nalia Oletwa killed her father, the Chief of Otongwe, Babu Ntolela Oletwa.”

The court room went silent as all eyes jolted from Nalia to me.

Being an outsider, I hated having to testify against the Chiefs daughter but I had an obligation to do so as the head of criminal psychology in the country as well as this county.

It was my duty, not only to the Chief but to my government, to make sure that this draw back didn’t affect our treaty with the county.

On one side I had the pressure from the higher ups to close this case fast but when a young woman’s life lays in wait I couldn’t sit and watch her die all to save on time.

If you had told me a year ago I would be in this position I would have said you need to get checked.

To my closest friends, I had it all.  The leading job in my department, the perfect husband and the best kids in the world.

I did have it all but when the government gave me my new assignment in the far east, I had no choice but to say my goodbyes and head over to a little village that had just finally agreed for our government to educate their local police department in criminal psychology.

I remember the first day I got here like it was yesterday. The chief was a bit too friendly, his staff even more so but what caught my attention was his daughter.

She was quiet, withdrawn but when spoken too she was rough when her eyes pleaded not to mention the way she looked at me.

I couldn’t tell if it was jealousy or envy but with much beauty and coming from an affluent family I disregarded it as nothing.

Like many aboriginal people family closeness was normal and I understood the need for the chief to keep her close but many of my colleagues found this peculiar and the more I was around them the more uncomfortable I got.

“Being the lead criminal psychologist in the country and having interviewed the suspect, please explain to us how you reached these conclusions.”

The night I got the phone call never in my wildest dreams did I think the case would be that of the Chief with his own daughter as the main suspect.

“Having examined the evidence and spoken to the suspect I came to the firm conclusion that while the suspect did kill the chief, my assessment also showed that she is innocent of the crime.”

The courtroom came alive , some confused, others angered that I, an outsider, brought such allegations to the forefront of what was a peaceful community and the majority disissing me because the Chief had favored me and made sure not to hide this from anybody.

When I first saw her I didn’t believe she did it. She was cold, sure, but she didn’t have the disposition to commit such a heinous crime.

She barely talked when I sat down on the opposite side of the table and hardly batted an eye when I called her name. But I knew she was different almost childlike. So I observed her mannerisms and after a while put a paper and some coloring pens in front of her and what happened next astounded me.

“Nalia suffers from what we like to call ‘multiple personality disorder’. A disease of the mind that manifests itself after a traumatic incident in one’s life. Using a few sound techniques I was able to draw out each persona when I needed to.”

To speak of such things shocked the locals who most often the not believed that those who suffered from mental problems were possessed by demons. My broaching the subject only made this case that more difficult.

“Having interviewed the suspect I found that she had three alter personas that I know of to date. Leana, a five-year-old girl that represents her younger self, Biko a father like figure that protected her and Liana and Nalia the person who you see before us now.”

Having been around the Chief and his daughter a lot over the past year spotting the personas didn’t take me much time. It always surprises me the different characteristic they all have and how the smallest thing such a shuffling can link them together.

Liana was a shy, friendly girl who still had her innocence with her. But even so she was plagued by the darkness that existed around her and lived in an imaginary world in her head.

Liana was Nalia before the abuse started and from what I gathered it began when her mother and father passed away and she was handed over to the chief who was the fathers only living relative. But who would have thought…..

“Dr. Smith, I asked if you could explain what you meant when you said she did and did not do it.”

“My apologies.

Firstly, the person who killed the Chief is her male alter, Biko. But to say he killed him would be a lie. It was self-defense without a shadow of doubt.

 Biko represents the protector that Nalia lost when her parents passed away. Having spoken with him I deduced that his actions were justifiable.”

“Please elaborate?”

“While it saddens me to say this, the chief was sexually abusing Nalia. From the age of five when he took her in as his child, I learned from Biko that soon after, the abuse began and the disassociation took place.

At that point Nalia became a woman and she took to protect her innocence by creating an illusion of escape through the mind of Liana and when the torment became too much, Biko would take over and that is when the violent outbursts occurred.

I didn’t quite understand it at first but now it all makes sense.

For years, this child has been crying out to us all to help her. For years, she has suffered in silence, disillusioned by a community she doesn’t know and a man and new life that she had to call home and not once did we stop to ask her how she was doing.

We blindly followed the complaints of a chief who was trying to cover his tracks and labeled her a troublesome brat.

So yes, she killed him but in light of this, does she deserve to be punished for something that she could not control?

Isn’t her voice just as important as the dead man we all respected because h was Chief?”

 

 

The End

Extracts from Interview: Biko & Nalia

Interview with: Biko

Age: Between 20-25 years of age

Gender: Male

Interviewer: Rachel Smith (Lead Psychologist)

 


Curiosity killed the cat and those who pry will get the cut.

Biko…

Yes.

What did you do with Nalia’s father?

I despise fathers you know.

They always leave and those who stay are demons indeed.

Well do you know that the father you despise is the Chief of Otongle county?

What is a chief but a greedy old man in power trying to control those who have none?

What is a chief of a county when his time has come undone?

What did you do with him Biko?

Did you kill the chief?

(snickers)

Answer me Goddamnit!

Someone should wash that filthy mouth of yours out with soap.

(shuffles)

No wonder the chief liked your kind.

You would be wise to choose your words carefully when you address me, white woman. This is not your country, even though the chief let you in it. This is….

(Click, Click, Click)

…………………

 

 

Interview with: Nalia

Age: 16 years old

Gender: Female

Interviewer: Rachel Smith (Lead Psychologist)

 

 


Nalia, I need you to tell me if Biko is the one you run away from?

(silence)

♫ At night when the winds pray

And the children are asleep in bed♫            

Goddamit we don’t have this ti……

♫The devil oh he plays

Plays the string of my death♫       

We don’t have this time Nalia.

♫oh at night at night when the devil awakes

I lose my sanity and he wins the chase♫

I have to…..

Is he the one who killed your father?

Killed?

So he is dead.

You don’t seem shocked?

Curiosity killed the cat and those who pry will get the cut.

Extract from Interviews: Liana

 

Interview with: Liana

Age: 5 years old

Gender: Female

Location: B-9 Police Station

Interviewer: Rachel Smith (Lead Psychologist)

 


 

(Click, click)

Liana, I’d like to talk to you about Nalia.

Oh, Nalia is my best friend! She buys me red sweets and lets me play hide and seek and when we are scared she takes me to our hiding tree.

Can you tell me where this special place…hiding tree is?

I normally don’t know.

When he comes, she takes me away and I never know where until she removes her hands and I see, then poof, just like that, she disappears.

Where does she disappear too Liana? Who is he?

The special tree smells like the woods when it rains and there is always a fire that illuminates. She has to go back to the cave so that he notices I’ve not gone away.

It may be a cave I don’t know but Nalia likes to sing about it when he…..

When he what’s Liana? It’s okay I won’t tell.

(Shuffles)

Curiosity killed the cat and those who pry will get the cut.

Liana, what does that mean? Nalia said the same thing…..

He wrote that on the wall

 (shuffles)

Who’s he? Do you mean Biko?

Is he the one you run away from?

(silence)