Wings of Liberty 4

 

Amsilia's skin was dripping anxiety. She was experiencing a frenzy of a magnitude only a woman can feel. Diquent was slowly chewing her mind. He was wandering around the bush, with the intent and the love of that letter kept bothering him. His questions were fabric the person was wearing, strangling the body as a sign of upheaval, those faint whispers Amsilia heard while being unconscious, the eyes of that person, his breathing pattern, to how Amsilia was raped. He pounced "Amsilia, you should come clean. Now is the time." Diquent kept pushing Amsilia mercilessly, she screamed to stop but in vain. Amsilia was trying to bend the truth, he assumed. She took countless breaths while speaking and was at awe by Diquent's determination to solve the mystery that was supposed to be her own. This whole process gave chills to Amsilia's already broken soul.

Diquent limped and bombarded with questions every now and then. But suddenly, with a distraughted face he shouted "At this rate, we aren't going anywhere!" Amsilia stared at him for a fraction of a second, as if she got the glimpse of a sinister motive behind those words of Diquent. He immediately retreated concerning the mysterious aura. Diquent's darting gaze felt like it was hammering her mind to extract informations. So, she paced to end any further butchering by Diquent.

After this seemingly endless interrogation, Amsilia decided to blow the whistle. On hearing this, Diquent stood up and screamed "You crazy freak! It could put your life at risk." Amsilia again smelled the malicious aroma of Diquent's words. His eyes flickered twice and shied away from her. He softened his tone, and put forward his reasoning saying it is a terrible move as the stalker could get back and threaten her. Diquent was trying to possess Amsilia for some reason which was unknown to her. "Fear, anxiety, frustration, trust, something else? But why was he afraid?", Amsilia's thoughts were extremely hazardous at this point of time. "Probably the fear of being caught". She pursed her lips in guilt, and tried convincing Diquent that it is the right thing to do. But his playful shoves were persistent. Diquent's restless movements and Amsilia's heartbeat were at par. Confusion, the force to completely devour the calm, clouded her like the Autumnal aura. Yet, the unhearded screechings from that horrific night were telling a different tale to her.

Amsilia stood up suddenly, her brows furrowed and she glanced sideways. Without saying a single word to Diquent, she resorted back towards her house. On reaching her home, she felt the need to have a clear mind before hitting the nail on the head. She was already vexed by Diquent's disparaging statements, and was overwhelmed with a burst of chaos. After a long sleepless night, she finally woke up from her bed the next morning. The silence of the sky was probably hinting something to her. She lifted her head, plucked her courage and became hell-bent to inform the cops, even at the cost of her life because she can't let such a malacious perpetrator haunt her every night. She knew that the end of her misery would lie only in the punishment of the perpetrator.

On opening the door of her house, Amsilia quickly took a step backward as Diquent was standing at the front door. He wasn't very content with this decision of Amsilia. But seeing her determination, he let the matter settle and decided to accompany her. It seemed that he had a motive other than justice, a motive to manipulate the whole. His messy movements pointed towards his interest in knowing if the cops could find the actual culprit. There was a simpering smirk underlying his tremulous voice "Amsilia, we should leave now. But be careful!" Amsilia gaped at him. "Was it his concern, or was it supposed to be a threat?" Amsilia blinked rapidly. Her timidity soon turned into anguish, but she put herself together somehow before leaving.

On reaching the police station, Amsilia took a quick glance at Diquent. His lifeless eyes still reflected his skeptical views from the previous night. Yet, Amsilia was determined. She went ahead, sit with her chin held high and started narrating everything about what happened with her that night, the same way she did to Diquent though much less explicitly. But that wasn't enough. The cops tried extracting as much informations as possible from her to catch the culprit quickly. This verbal grilling of Amsilia was sometimes becoming too much for her. On the previous night, there was only Diquent. But today, there were so many strangers with their penetrating gazes trying to see beyond her clothes and her mind too. This time Amsilia couldn't even escape them as she did with Diquent. Her helpless eyes searched for Diquent, yet he was sitting with his arms locked. Amsilia sensed his mocking grin. He was probably cursing her which was evident by the mumble under his lips. Amsilia's instincts grew stronger, and she clenched her jaws to continue with the cops. The cops penned down cautiously whatever they could gather from Amsilia's memories of that night.

A couple of hours passed at the police station.

The conclusions the cops drew about the culprit left both Amsilia and Diquent speechless. What was the stirring revelation afterall? Was it Toselin, or Krutonzed? Or Did Amsilia's skepticism turn out to be a reality, and it was Diquent that night?