The riot of the chaos: Part two.

-SAM-

"I..Ifan" I muttered.

I tried so hard, my very fucking best to get back up on my feet, but as my head began bleeding more, the harder it got for me to stand still, everything is a blur, my wounded leg and ripped open head got my balance tripping me again, but somehow with the urge to protect Ifan, I succeeded at standing steady.

But what had happend, did.

Faisal shot Ifan..

My heart panicked, broke.

Our Mr Faisal k..killed him.

I watched as Ifan's hand—the hand I held all my life fell on the ground, dripping blood, covered in mud, his figernails filled with dust and he kept looking at me.

Before I could do anything, Ifan with a sweet smile on his face, closed his eyes, as if resting for the last time.

"My name is Ifan"

It was fate who brought you to me.

"And?" My voice is harsh.

"oh, I'm sorry, I didn't wanted to seem of as clingy I-"

"I'm just messing with you, I'm sam." I say, accepting his hand.

But my misfortune consumed you all.

Everyone has a start to their story.

You were my never ending story.

I heave back my sob.

His side of the story ended, whereas mine hadn't.

Why the fuck am I still alive? I'm the one who's destined to die..

My heart ragged in tears, heaved with tears, and pain crept up my spine, and my throat and I couldn't stand still, I feel as if everything's falling apart.

And everything is falling apart.

Musafir thy, musafir hein. Musafir he reh gaye.

The endless stories of us being brothers. Why isn't my story over yet, but his did, right after he finally had everything he ever wanted.

Gosh not right when he had everything he dreamt of all his childhood.

Not just any childhood but a fucked up one.

He had a dream of a friendly neighbourhood where he'd live with the woman he loves, closer to her sister's place so that they could meet every day. And after a lost of decade, He finally had everything he ever wanted.

A harmless and a simple life, the smell of breathfast every morning and mid night desert every end of the day. The things he never got when he was a child,

He finally had that life to live.

And I ruined it..

I ruined everything.

He wanted to buy a house in a few years, start a family, become the father that he never had.

He finally had everything he always wanted.

Only to lose it all.

Faisal laid infront of my eyes, the gun I had in my hand, the same gun I aimed downwards and decided not to lose myself, I move it back up, without looking Faisal in the eye I lost it.

"Sam— What are you doing." For the first time ever, Faisal's voice shivered with fear. But my eyes stay fixed on Ifan, on his throat, as he exhaled in difficulty, my finger led its way on the trigger.

"Son.." Tears fell down Faisal's face and

Ifan ragged his last breath.

And here I was who lost either way.

"Sam.."

Bang

Bang

Bang—

Not once, not twice,

I shot Faisal multiple times, in the same spot. A single most silent, most painful tear ran down my chin.

My eyes are yet on Ifan—everything seem to have slowed when Faiza yelled Ifan's name, doing everything in her power to make him breathe again.

"S.. sam.." Faisal coughs out blood.

This is when I turn to face Faisal at last as I reload my gun, my face smeared with his blood.

Fate.

Bang

Bang

Bang

I shot him again, I kept shooting, only to realise I had ran out of magazines. None of them hit him but I got hit so desperately, so fucking deep, I can never recover from, my mind swirled in screaming, but the voices couldn't get out of me. So I stood there.

"Baba" Zaid's voice bearly came out. He had just realised his father went blank. Death took over him.

"Baba" He sat down next to Faisal's body, shaking him with the hope to see him move one last time, to hear him call his son one last time.

But he isn't going to move now or ever. "I'm s.. sorry! I'm sorry" Zaid sobs.

"You're the most precious person to me Sam."

I was never your son to begin with.

"Look what he did to you." His eyes grew fonder, as he pulled me by my shoulder and hugged me.

"You think I care more about some product more than your life?!"

My shoulders shaking as my throat shivered and my chest heaved with each breath, I drop my gun down in disgust as if I couldn't believe I had just done that, as if I was scared of myself. My breathing grew more erratic, each gasp a little more desperate than the last.

What the f.. fuck.

What.. what the fuck h.. happend. I look down at Faisal's body, as if its new to me. My eyes squinted in shock. Zaid's sobbing, I spun around to see Faiza weeping. Ayat no where to be seen. Several officers wounded against the floor. A tall officer who's shoulder is ruined as he crawled to save his life. I find Victor d..dead, curled up near Faiza. Seeing Victor die before my eyes, despaired me. There was so much potential of being brothers between us, we just couldn't see. He looked at me as a threat and I looked at him with dismay, as someone who may or may not have been the reason to me being an orhpan, I wish he would've chosen to unblind me with the truth earlier, maybe we both collectively might've gotten what we both wanted then. For me it was always revenge.

For him it was—love.

But choices are forever tragic. Choices are forever descending for humanity.

He chose to hurt me.

And I chose to do the same. Ruin myself.

Faisal's fingers tried reaching his son, and Zaid immediately held his hand.

Everything happend because of him. If he hadn't murderd my father, I would have never came after him.

I wouldn't have met Ifan.

But then again, his parents weren't killed by Faisal. He would've ended up in misery either way.

Then again, if my father had never inferened in Faisal's life, he wouldn't have killed his best friend.

Then again..

Was it really Faisal?

Or my misfortune all along.

Our misfortune that bled upon us.

Was it all really him who caused all the pain? or my selfish choice which led us here.

Then again..

if I hadn't chose the path to revenge.

Ifan would've been safe, laughing like his originally self.

Alive.

Choices..

Chances..

Differences..

All are forever haunted.

If I hadn't been so impulsive. Things might've been better.

so then again.. was the monster really all along Faisal?

Or myself?

-FAIZA-

-5:00 am.

"We're heading over, over." My radio cracked a voice, but I sat still, how could I move when Ifan's laying in my arms..

A distant low, gentle hum of cars pulling outside suddenly punctuated by the piercing wail of police sirens.

I snapped out out of my sobbing, my eyes immediately catched Sam on his knees, numb, unhinged or shocked, I can't tell.

The sirens' urgent, pulsing cry cut through, their shrill tone rising and falling in a familiar, grabbed our attention.

I rushed to Sam, he wasn't listening so I had to shake him to make him look at me, when he finally did a tear fell down his face.

"You need to get out of here Sam!" I shout.

"I..Ifan?"

I was already crying but hearing him say that made me scream at him.

"He can't come, he won't ever be able to come! Just leave! Hurry!"

As the sirens grew louder, the hum of rumble when the cars parked could be heard from a mile away, door slams were drowned out by the insistent nasal whine, my gaze scanned for Ali.

"Ali help me!" I yell, "Ali I need you!" I cried,

"Sam get out of here please" I broke, I'm a terrible mess right now, and I don't know what to do, my hands are shivering and I can't seem to think properly, or even ahead.

"Faiza" Ali called me, I looked behind me to see he's wincing with each step, his fractured arm throbbing, He cradled it against his chest,

My eyes swirled in tears.

Every movement sent a jolt of pain through his arm, but he gritted his teeth and kept walking.

"Cheif is here" He said as he bearly walks.

"Come on Sam. Hey, look at me. Focus on me." I brushed away the tears streaming down Sam's face. With a firm touch I cupped his face in my hands,

"Listen, the cheif will throw you in the back of his car in no time, I'll figure something out for you, for now get out of here!" I order Sam.

"Faiza what are you doing" Ali said, I didn't bother telling him now.

As I wiped away Sam's tears, his eyes, brimming with tears, slowly locked onto mine. His body shocked with sobs, but my calm presence helped to still his trembling. He didn't say a word, didn't need to. He nodded.

"Ayat—"

"Don't worry" I tell Sam.

Chief Alia and commissioner Vuran leapt from his cruiser,

They ducked behind their vehicle, their eyes scanning the mayhem. His team, already on site, was pinned down behind their cruisers, and even though the scene before him had calmed down, They still returned fire at the rest of the armed perpetrators,

As the chief led the charge, her team moved in tandem, executing the very few attackers left, with that being done, they fully entered inside, their weapons still set on sight.

"Anyone in there, hands in the air!" Alia commanded.

I stood up, their vehicle's light striked my face. "Mission succeeded!" I raise my arms.

I sent Sam away,

At least I got to save one of them.

Commissioner Vuran lowered his gun.

"Dectective Faiza?" The warehouse was quiet once more, the only sound left was heavy breathing of the team.

"Affirm..mative" I fainted, my body began to slump, when Vuran rushed to wrap his arms around my waist, catching me before I could hit the ground, adjusting his grip, holding me securely as he scanned our surrounding.

Team came rushing to us, helping Ali get in,

Carrying all the wounded officers, and shifting them into ambulances.

The morning sun had begin awakening.

Sam was nowhere to be seen.

The night went long and we lost too many of our men.

And so,

Within the last 24 hours, everything changed,

Some occurred,

Some vanished.

And I got left in between these two somewhere.

I got stuck,

With everything that happened. Somewhere something for sometime, stuck to me.

January nineth 2024,

It all ended on a random night.

Who would have thought..

right?

-IFAN-

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