Chapter 6a, the other side

Hey everyone, I'll be talking over from here. He might have made it seem in the story, the 'boring' story, like I was his split personality, but he lied. I am the real one. I am Asmer. I am no monster like he tries to make me look. I mean come on! I am a very logical guy. You steal my lunch or make me look weak, try to threaten me I will fight back will I not? It is self defense. Life is a war, and everything is fair in love and war. I love war so I guess it is twice as fair no matter what I do.

Besides even though he remains on the surface, it is I who controls the mind most of the time, I plant ideas, warn him, give him answers when he needs guidance. Guess where we are? On the top of the food chain, popular at school, loved at home, not bad education wise either. How many people are this great, I mean lucky in high school? He tries to ignore all my suggestions. Plus he has not been entirely honest with you lot either. That is why I will be partly repeating the contents of the previous two chapters and giving you the real details and insights.

For example, he forgot to mention we enjoy playing with people's minds. I have the ability to look at a person I know well and read everything that is currently going through his mind. Don't believe me, I don't really care, I am the story-teller and I have all the power here. He on the other hand has the power to get knowledge of things he shouldn't have. We both have the power to make things happen, I think if we willed it, we can easily take control of the world. But he and I have completely different approach to the same objectives in life. I mean we don't need a girl; we can just conquer the world and receive people's love, which will be more than enough fulfilling then a single girl's devotion. What is better a cheque of 100,000 or 1,000,000 million cheques of 10? It's a simple matter of calculations he doesn't get. Ah! But you will see as we move along.

But first, remember our friend Anwar? Yea he was my favorite plaything. I used him to do mental experiments and in reward made him feel better. What made me feel better was how I always made him feel beneath me. No matter what he did he could not please his little master, it was hilarious to see him trying to get my approval of him. Thanks to my no good split personality he managed to find some self respect, respect he finally deserved and so I had to let go of his mind, my poor claws have never sunken that deep in another's mind before.

As far as Kanza was concerned I kept warning the sheepish side of me, against her. She was not worth my time, our time. She was too complicated, too easily controlled, and predictable once you knew her. She was only using us for her entertainment. She never looked at it that way but I did. All she did was one word replies, never starting conversations herself, never telling me any of her thoughts and keeping me at a distance even when 'he' spilled our heart out to her. He was too much in love to see the path of destruction he was leading us on. I mean seriously, he gave too much and got too little in return. He said it was love, what is love when it is not two sided?

Anyway the two of us (me and Kanza) split up. It happened when we were texting; I had warned her many times that we were falling apart. I had told her to tell me things about myself that displeased her; she said "no I will accept you as you are and I don't want you to change." Wish full thinking of small minds. I used to complain all the time. She got pissed off at the littlest things. I mean even if I got her little brother a cigarette cause he asked me to, it was between me and her little brother, not me and her. She never knew when I got pissed at her. She never apologized, except that one time, I nearly bashed Tauqeer from stealing her from me at home time. The only reason I didn't was because 'he' stopped me and I knew she wasn't worth me. I liked Haya though, we both did.

Back to the topic, we split. She accidentally sent a mushy text to me, it reminded me so much of the fake person Tauqeer had become, meaning she had become fake too. She was or at least had become someone who loved nothing but her family and herself, no loyalty to the country, no sense of belonging. I hate such people, especially when they say "no we love our county" and two minutes later they abuse the country's legends while claiming the use of the over abused phrase 'freedom of speech'. I got pissed off, I told her off, fortunately, it was I in control at the time, when I tell someone off even their next few generations feel the pain of it, I learned it from dad. She got pissed off stopped talking to me. 'He' tried to apologize for a week, she didn't reply and I decided to kick her out of our life forever.

Now when it comes to Haya I told my meek sheep side not to ask her out. All the signals and everything told me this was a good idea. In case of girls the signals always tell me the opposite. But he never listens; it's a wonder why I had let him control us for the major part of our 18 years together. Oh yes I remember. The first time I completely took control of us I suddenly became bored. Usually, I stay to myself; planting ideas in the sheep's head, making him screw up to a certain repairable extent. Ever spanked your own aunt? I have and it was hilarious to see her look at me. Ah yes I was telling you about the 1st time I took control, I scared the poor sheep side of me forever.

It was a summer evening, which in my city means it was cool. I had tweezers and I went outside to play. I was really really bored; otherwise I wouldn't go out, because going out means doing physical things. I saw an ant. Sheep is afraid of animals, I like them, they are interesting, I give them respect, and I don't think them beneath us, especially since us humans cause more problems than animals. I stopped the ant with a little twig and clipped off half its arm. I saw it squirm and wriggle, I cut a quarter more, it moved more. The remaining arm I ripped out. I could almost hear the wonderful noise the insect would have made had he been able to speak. I did the same with its remaining legs. Then with difficulty I cut off its little bity thingies. That made the ant almost double in pain. I kept him in front of an ant line. This time it was the red ant line, enemy of the black ants I think. They immediately picked it up and started to carry it out like a piece of food. Sheep made me squish the poor devil to end its misery but it was fun