Till Human Voices Wake Us: Last Part: Page 175 - Page 119

Originally posted by: -Sookie-

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Hi sookie! I saw this FF manytimes but never read it thinking it would be a story of Maaneet with animal instincts and their mating sessions, but somehow I gave it a try and I am glad I did :D.

Sublime - III

I find it easy to get back into Mal's life after being left alone for one year to finish my school. It is little inconvenient to be with some other person but Mal was a very special person in my life.

She was my very own experimental specimen. And a great distraction from the invisible voices that hummed around me all the time.

I can see that she is more relaxed after I joined the same college as hers given her self-proclaimed Romeo has also chosen to do the same. I was perplexed when Mal had called me in sheer panic when she saw him during orientation. I asked her to lay low and be out of his line of sight for the time being.

I didn't want anything to happen when I wasn't getting the front seat to watch.

I decided that very moment to join the same college and join same course as him. His boldness was enthralling and his premeditated game plan was extremely fascinating. I know that he was the totally obsessive type; he hadn't refuted that when I had thrown it out in open. He wasn't done with Mal yet.

But I was in for a disappointment. Nothing happened during first two years of engineering. I waited patiently for him to make his move. He was gradually changing in front of me like moth changing to a butterfly and the transformation was something I hadn't counted on. In retrospect, it was all probably part of a plan with much greater agenda. I hadn't counted on that.

There was silk in his voice and oil in his movements; he slithered, slunk and oozed poetry. I hovered in background when he interacted with others so I know for a fact that he was building a new persona for himself; charismatic, lively and social. All the things that he wasn't two years ago.

The perfect facade.

I wanted front seat for this show now.

I must say I am impressed with his transformation. Our eyes meet all the time at the corridor and he holds the gaze for a moment longer. It's a ritual that we have now established. His actions become bolder as the distance between us shrinks with passage of time. One day he brushes next to me, his hands disappearing in my veil for handful of moments.

It was utterly provocative and mildly erotic.

It is in that moment I realize what was going on. He had upped his fascination, his obsession with Mal and pulled me in to his game. I had always been the one in control and suddenly I realize that he had taken back the control the moment I decided to join his department and observe him under my eyelashes. I was played.

Anger courses through me and rage comes in naturally. There is a cold need in my bones to physically hurt him and smash his face with my bare hands. I breathe deeply to control the onslaught of rage. The voices in my head become so loud that I cannot hear anything that is around me. I take several deep breaths forcing the anger to subside so that I don't commit another crime.

Once calm, I decide to put an end to his charade and restart the game. I was getting bored of these subtle actions and wanted something tangible and something totally psyche-damaging.

He sees me from the corner of his eyes when he whispers a naughty joke to his girlfriend, lazily sprawled on the steps of football ground. I am few yards away basking in sun along with Mal whose wardrobe was carefully chosen by me. Mal is rattled in his presence while I convince her that his presence there is a mere coincidence.

I know that it is not.

I was there on that ground at that time because I knew he was going to be there. I wanted to watch his reaction when he sees Mal right in front of his eyes; especially when a pretty girl hung around his arm. When his eyes first fell on Mal, who was wearing a short checkered skirt and a tight white blouse, I could practically taste the desire that coursed through him; the way his posture tightened and the way he stood very still, unblinking - drinking all of her in his vision. She was an older reflection of her younger self - the one from school days.

Gotcha.

To my utter disappointment, he doesn't give in. He regains hold on his emotions and reigns over them in matter of seconds. He looks at me and smirks.

He knows I have set him up.

He turns around and walks away making Mal relax her form. I am seething on the inside but I smile at Mal nonetheless. There is something nagging in the back of my mind, his passing glance told me that it wasn't over yet.

Three days later, I was positive that the thing between me and him wasn't over yet. Mal received a bunch of romantic love letters from him. She didn't like him but the words he wrote on the paper brought a smile on her face. I hated that smile the most. I wanted to shove that bunch of paper in her mouth and hold her mouth close till she swallowed all of it.

There was that rage again. In next few minutes my minds involuntarily plans several means to kill her without bringing out suspicion on myself but put blame on someone else quite easily; him for example. It would take only two weeks to execute a plan and eliminate her to end this game but I stop myself before my thoughts are completely surrendered to the voices. The last time I surrendered, I had taken my dog's life and it had complicated my life further. I never had company at home besides my parents as they never bought me another pet again.

No. Not yet. I still need her, I argue with the voice. It's not because I liked Mal but because I didn't want to lose to that man, is my argument. And besides would be impossible to find another Mal anyway.

No, I won't lose. I can't lose; especially when he was openly challenging me, goading me and mocking me. I hadn't miscalculated his absolute hatred in me for being with Mal but I hadn't considered that he might cotton on my agenda this soon.

He knows what I truly am and what I am capable of.

The realization comes to me slowly. He wants to eliminate me completely.

I decide to make the game more dangerous and livelier than silly love letters.

I make it public and drag police in. I make Mal the victim of an unknown and unidentified stalker and she plays her part beautifully. Her faith in me gives me unprecedented high as I bask in the satisfaction of molding her life with my own hands. My little experimental human, I say to myself fondly.

Once bored of little games, I step up a notch by playing the part of victim. The non-existent stalker attacks the girl in her own room scaring her and screaming to the world about his obsession with her. It was too overwhelming of a plan to pass up. I carefully planned and strategized an attack on myself. Mal bought it, the authorities bought it and I played the part of a pathetic victim brilliantly.

He didn't buy it, of course. The venom in his eyes sends thrills of pleasure in my spine. His facade has cracks and this plethora of friends look at him wearily. I openly smirk at him. My mockery hits home. Just the way I wanted.

"I want Mal," he says huskily, his lips close to my ears.

Had that been any other girl, even Mal, would have had their heart beat faster and had heat running through their veins at his proximity. He had me cornered in library and had caged me between his body and a wall.

"Okay," I tell him in nonchalance. My unaffected tone confuses him.

"Then why are you pulling your old stunts?" His voice is dangerously calm.

I like it.

"Because it is fun. Frankly I am impressed with the way you are playing." I reply him honestly. He continues to be calm.

"I am going to get Mal," he says definitely. "I love her to the point of madness." He adds on half a heartbeat later.

"I am going to get you killed in her hands and she wouldn't even blink an eye," I promise him.

"She is not capable of doing something like that. You can't make her go against her fundamental natures of kindness and empathy. Mal can never do that." He argues.

"You have no idea what I am capable of. Haven't you seen what I have done in past few years?" I smile baring my teeth like a predator before its prey.

"You are destroying the girl I love. I am not going to allow that. No one can have her except for me." He threatens me. I shrug.

"If you want her then come and get her," I smile wanly now. His facade is dissolving slowly just as I anticipated.

"I will kill you and then I will make her mine. Nothing and no one can stop me." Now that's what I was talking about. The breakdown of his carefully built persona to what he truly is - an obsessive stalker.

"If you lay your filthy little paws on me I will finish Mal right in front of your eyes and you will have absolutely no power to do anything but to watch her begging you to help her from me. I will be very generous in my punishment, I can assure you that." I tell him as if I was answering a question on data structures in my class.

"You are a monster," he hisses withdrawing his body from me.

I see fear in his eyes and it is justified.

I am a monster.

It had taken this silly human to make me realize the truth.

Suddenly the voices in my head weren't so noisy after all. All of us were at peace.

And for the first time, I initiated a dialogue with them.

To be continued.

u know u make me question my sanity...my abilities to grasp any material. i always get this feeling of awe after reading u'r updates.i always wonder if i evn got half of what u have typed. lena is the only one apart from u that makes me feel like this.

Hey Sookie...I read this murder mystery some days back and was glued to it until the end...even without Maaneet romance it was captivating...

now the pages from Geet diary is giving us hints on her inner psychological process who sometimes help her understand situation around her...

thanx for pm

You always seem to render me speechless Sookie.

The girl has the most f**ked up mind...

OH MY GOD...