Two faced

Chp 13

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"What the hell!" The veiled person cursed as it stabbed a pile of pillows instead of a human sleeping on the bed because there was no one on the bed at all!

Somebody had cunningly placed around few sofa cushions on the bed, with a blanket enveloped over it and a red chiffon scarf dangling by the end of the pillow, such that it appeared as if a person was sleeping.

Few heavy drops of sweat dripped off it's forehead as he realized that Afzaal had plotted the trap, bit by bit and the veiled person very easily took the bait. Immediately the person hid the knife in it's right pocket, tightened his fists and was about to turn around when Afzaal grabbed him by his neck, strongly in his not so muscular yet rigid arms.

The person struggled at it's most to overcome Afzaal's strong grip but wasn't able to dodge him until few minutes. The person tripped over on the rug as Afzaal's grip loosened on him. He fell on the ground, dropped his knife and the hood slipped off it's head partially revealing it's face and his neck length hair rolling down his shaved face, still very well managing to hide it's identity.

Afzaal stood there momentarily observing the person and trying to identify it but failed to do so due to almost no light. Just then the person calmly put it's hood on and abruptly kicked Afzaal right in his stomach, roughly and he moaned in pain.

Afzaal fell backwards on the floor in pain and the person ran off outside the room, balancing it's hood and coat with the knife slipping through the pocket.

Few seconds later Afzaal relapsed and ran following the person who was already downstairs, struggling with the locked door.

Soon the person realized that Afzaal had bio metrically locked the door and started to look for any other outlet to escape. It moved towards the lobby, checking the window while Afzaal was still running after him, just reached the main door.

He stopped there for a moment to catch his breath when he saw that person rushing towards the square glass window. Without wasting any time, he hurried himself towards the window.

As the person noticed Afzaal running towards it, it immediately unhooked the hood of it's head, wrapped it around it's right hand and crashed the window pane in one single go, gaining minor injuries on it's hand.

The person cunningly looked back at Afzaal, with his face still unclear due to minimal light, jumped out of the window and ran it's way out in the porch, climbed up the gate perfectly like a rabbit and jumped out the house while Afzaal managed to just get in the porch by now. As the lighting was dim, Afzaal only identified that person of having considerably long hair, maybe shoulder length or so, lean but strong tough physique, might be any former athlete, tall and small, sharp eyes with awesome visual acuity.

The person started running like a fox towards the main road with Afzaal tirelessly following him loosing his breath with every single step he took. Timely the person disappeared as Afzaal hunted for it. He stood there in despair with his back knelt down towards the ground, arms resting his back, his mouth wide open and him taking deep breaths to compensate for his fatigue.

After he regained some of his breaths, he raised his head and scanned his surroundings. All he could see was pretty empty street, few parked cars, busy road towards his left and street lights shining right on his head.

"Damn." He cursed himself, stood back properly and kicked the nearby street light pole in rage but his gaze caught something.

It was a black piece of cloth lying in the middle of the road. He strolled to it and picked it up. Probably it was the same hood, that person was wearing and used it to wrap around hand before breaking the glass.

It was a black brown detachable hood cap. It didn't looked very expensive but looked new or as if it hadn't be used very much.

Afzaal took a deep breath and returned to his house with the cap still in his fists. By now he had figured out that the lights were intentionally switched off by the main switch so he first switched on the main switch and then entered the house.

He decided not to inform the cops about it, because now he was very close to knowing the identity of that person. So he should better be careful and play along that man.

Everything was now visible under the glowing filaments of the light bulbs. He observantly starred at each and every thing and then threw the cap on the dining table.

The whole place was disordered as if that place had been a circus for a while. Jumbled up foot prints, cushions, newspaper, vases etc lying on the floor and sharp shrads of glass spreaded on the floor.

Afzaal, being a doctor had not much freaking knowledge of forensic sciences but still he tried his best to scrutinize the foot prints. He concluded the foot prints were pretty huge and could definitely belonged to a man.

He took a tissue paper out of his pants pocket and wiped off smugy blood stains from the broken window pane and preserved it in a polythene bag, sealing it tightly.

He placed the hood cap, the blood sample and all other items that could identify the culprit in a drawer and locked it.

He then opened another drawer and took out a roll of brown tape and pile of some old magazines.

He took off his jacket and frustratingly threw it in the sofa. He took a deep breath and smirked playfully while ripping off the magazine page by page.

He walked to the window watching out for the shrads of glass with magazine pages and tape in his hands. He started sealing the window space with magazine pages and lots of brown tape......

'When somebody challenges you, fight back. Be brutal, be tough'