Chapter 5 of 10

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Ayisha walked gently, faintly, leaving no trace of her existence. A few leaves touched her face and covered the path but everything else seemed to ignore her. Her heart was weak, her mind was obliterated. Like a drunken surgeon, S… he had messed up her consciousness. As if aggravating an old and painful wound, he had said the words she did not want to hear. And he did not stop there; no, he brought to light her feelings of submission, of fear, of loneliness.

 

From a young age the young Miss Butterfil had dodged being close to her peers – a fearful ability called it her parents, being “a freak” called it the other kids. However, she was not that odd, nor was she a complete social misfit. Ayisha listened to all kinds of music – from popular to the classics, though she didn’t prefer either; she watched all sorts of movies and even liked the clichés in them; she played sports to the best of her ability and never refused to participate. Yet, the way she talked annoyed some, alienated others and repulsed still others – she could not help their lack of refinement or general intelligence. “Maybe I am precocious! When I get older things should level out, perhaps in a few years time.” Yet with every passing day the gap between her and “the crowd”, as she referred to everyone else, widened. “Maybe my surroundings are simply not good enough. When I enter a better high school, there will be fellow-minded individuals.” Indeed, her institution was among the best in the country and a few individuals excelled above her in some subjects. She got excited, “Finally, people to call my own, spend time with and … have fun.” They were truly ingenious in their fields, perhaps future inventors. But apart from that, there was nothing; much like a calculator they were perfect for doing calculations and useless for anything else.

 

“Maybe I am not trying hard enough”, Ayisha did not give up, “so I will do my best to be as friendly and amiable as I can.” Miss Butterfil attended all the socials she could, talked to everybody, always smiled and was never discourteously critical. And it worked – her peers started speaking to and inviting Ayisha to their gatherings, they phoned her and exchanged messages. But from time to time she would say something straight out of her heart without first having bashed it into a formless, likeable statement. As she read people’s expressions covertly saying “How awful, how appalling” there was no greater insult to somebody’s dignity.

 

Ayisha tried to control these moments yet they were an integral part of her, and it is not possible to stop using you hand simply because someone had found it inappropriate. So she stopped listening. She “dropped her act” and returned to her normal behavior. Ayisha didn’t chase anybody away – they left. On that very same day the young Butterfil wrote:

 

Dear Future Me,

I hope you are having a blast wherever you are. But I am no optimistic fool and I know things are unlikely to change. Please, I beg of you, uphold your dignity and character so far as you don’t scare anyone away. Please don’t become an easy woman either. But, please, please look out for opportunities and when they arise, grab them, take no prisoners. I assure you there won’t be many.

A despairing young maiden

 

Having come to haunt her, these words, Ayisha asserted, had proved to be her Achilles’ heel.

“I am sorry, my past self, and most certainly I will be sorry, future Ayisha, but I have tried everything, I have even diminished my ego to a grain of salt yet no joy comes from communication… Nothing… this overrated human medium of happiness is not for me … and I shall pursue it no longer…”

 

 

Mr. Edith did not require special permission to enter the school premises – he was one of the main benefactors and had, as a result of his generous donations, received certain special privileges. So he waited in his daughter’s room until the latter finished her noon lectures. Before long Emily entered. She was not surprised to see her parent as he had sent a message about his visit the day before.

“Father, it is an honour to have you here”, she began courteously.

“Daughter of mine, cut the small talk. I better than anyone know how and where the family’s money goes. Why have you paid this Sean fellow such a huge amount for nothing? Coincidentally, right after your fiancé Michel disappears. I know you didn’t like him that much but … to do … this?”

“To do WHAT, father? If you have the nerve to accuse your own daughter, please be so kind as not to leave anything implied.”

George took a deep breath.

“Emily, did you hire Mr. Cooper to do away with Michel?”

Without blinking she replied.

“No, I did not hire Mr. Cooper to do away with Michel!”

“Then what did you have him do? For this sum a young student would be willing to do…quite a lot”

“To use your vocabulary, father, I had him deal with minor HR issues.”

“This is unacceptable! The Drurys are a powerful family, well enough to rival ours, and making enemies of them is anything but a smart move. If they ever find out who is behind this fiasco, God help you. Where is the boy?”

“No idea.”

“Wha….t”, George remained flabbergasted at Emily’s frivolous answer.

“Sean dealt with everything. You will have to ask him for such minor details.”

“Then introduce him to me so I can tie up your loose ends.”

“Yes, father.”

Within a quick phone call Mr. Cooper was summoned and entered Emily’s quarters. He wore a victory grin, quite unlike a gentle smile with its malicious and complacent nature.

 

“Hello, Emily. Good day, Mr. Edith. How can I be of assistance?”

“Son, you have kidnapped, in itself a crime, the heir of a powerful rich family. How long do you think you will last when the Drurys hear of you? Do you have even a vague idea of the trouble you are in?”

“But, sir, you are mistaken. That fateful night I saw Michel in the men’s toilets at 7p.m. after which he attacked Emily, snatching her purse. After our encounter I was with a group of friends until the early hours of the morning and there is evidence to back up everything I say. How do you propose I kidnap him under these circumstances?” However, this plea of innocence contrasted with his smirk expression, giving an impression of ridicule rather than sincerity.

“Don’t play games with me. You were paid by my daughter to get rid of him. Co-operate so I can get you both out of this!”

“Mr. Edith, if the Drurys are as powerful as you say, they should be intelligent and rational people, too. If I physically don’t have the chance to do something, I don’t think they would bother pursuing me for it. If they had such intentions, I believe your daughter would be the first to ‘feel the heat’.”

His arguments were convincing, thought George, he had an alibi, yet Sean’s posture, his body language, and most of all his expression spoke: “I did it and you can’t figure out how!” So he decided to change his approach.

“Sean, you don’t have many allies with this attitude, do you?”

“I ally myself only with useful people so naturally I do not, George… I mean Mr. Edith”, but nobody in the room doubted whether it was intentional.

“Don’t you feel you need help with … unforeseen events, then?”

“Until girls stop being gullible and asking their parents to help their boyfriends I think I will be fine.”

It took great effort for George to subjugate his anger and not hit Sean but he barely managed.

“Fair enough, case closed then. If you believe you can fend off for yourself, who am I to offer my help?!”

“Precisely!”

“Watch your tongue, young man, I might just cut it.”

“But I thought you needed thinking and self-sufficient workers in your business.”

“So that is why you wanted to help my daughter. You were after the family fortune. It all makes sense now.” And a weird and uncomfortable laughter found its way out of his mouth. But Sean remained calm, waiting for him to quiet down and replied:

“Sir, I have to work now and must bid you ado. Please, in the future, don’t stress Emily too much. She is in a fragile state right now”, said Sean, mustering the most lustful expression. He got up, shook hands and on his way out, slightly touched Emily’s belly. But George paid little attention to that. All he wanted was for him to get out so he could ask the fateful question. Like a bullet, he shot it out.

“Are you pregnant?”

Emily, who found their conversation boring and did not listen, started laughing:

“He is the only one who can convince you of such an absurdity.”

“Thank God. Emily, you have taken a real monster, a true creature of the dark, and introduced it to our world. You can’t imagine the consequences…”

“As long as it’s fun I don’t care.”

“Emily, you damned fool…”

Chapter 4.2 of 10

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Sean was taking a shower when he started to remember a moment from his childhood. He was playing football for a local club and his team was winning. He himself had made a few wonderful passes and even went for a shot. He was satisfied. However, during the half-time the coach approached and asked him to rest for the remainder of the match.

“But why,” he started to protest, “weren’t you watching how well I was playing??? George was only able to score because of my pass!!!”

“Sean, you seem tactically important because you have more experience than anyone else. But your technique is appalling. People that have trained a fraction of your time can do a great deal better. Now, sit, there are twenty other players on this team and frankly, most are better. From tomorrow I am moving you to the beginners’ session to re-learn the basics.”

Sean’s coach stuck to his word – Sean was forced to train with people that had never touched a football before, let alone kicked it. Yet, there were some good ones but nothing comparable to his skills, he thought. He felt like a god among mortals, a God who wished, purely for his own entertainment, to learn a human skill. Not that he couldn’t easily acquire it through his potent powers, it is just that he had maxed his own route of development and was now going for something else. As the exercises rolled, “the god” saw himself breathing heavily, panting from exhaustion and struggling like everyone else. He was average, not showing signs of superiority in anything, but feeling special, feeling different. And his technique was improving. After a few weeks’ time he went to play with his peers again. The boy stood in the middle of the field, paralysed by how good everybody was – his appreciation of their abilities had increased through all the practice and he had lost what previously gave him strength to play on their level – Confidence. Since then Cooper decided never to play football again…

Having finished his shower, Sean entered his room and found Ayisha there, patiently waiting with a basket in her hands.

“Let’s say I ignore the breaking and entering part, can you please turn around so I can put some clothes on?”

“Yes…I came to talk about yesterday and I thought you wouldn’t lock your room if you were going far away so I entered. I haven’t touched anything… Sean, why did you behave like that yesterday?”

“Like what?”

“Like you own me, like I am a readymade meal you will pick up form the shelf. ‘Cause I am not, Cooper, I am not.”

“Ayisha, I merely touched your face and looked at it. Don’t make it sound like a big deal.”

“Sean, your voice is shaking. Don’t try to simplify your actions, neither you nor I is stupid enough for that. You grabbed my face as if I were you toy.”

“Indeed, that you are not. You are a sweet wallflower, waiting to be handpicked by a Mr. Right or Mr. Handsome, whichever you choose.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Ayisha rose and slapped him with all she had.

“Tell me I am wrong! Come on, do it!”

“You have never been so mistaken in your life, Sean Cooper.”

“Am I now… Then, what does mean for you – you who have chosen the life of solitude not because of preference but because of a lack of choice; You who have chosen to be a fleeting being, an evanescence again out of a lack of choice; YOU who has so dearly longed for company that you would pounce at the slightest opportunity…”

His rising tone had reached its peak and a seemingly endless abyss of silence followed.

“You are wrong…You are wrong… You are so, totally messed up! I have never seen anyone … so fundamentally flawed. You have nothing, you are hollow. A shadow…”

A faint reply, “I know”, was all she got back. Sean finished dressing up and lied down on his bed.

“I have never denied any of that. And still, it is not easy for me to admit it… My incisive words, true or not, usually keep people at a safe distance away… Why haven’t you left already?”

“The meaning I attached to ‘wrong’ was more … ‘I hope you are wrong’ than ‘You are definitely wrong.”

“I am sorry about yesterday… I didn’t mean to be so rash, brisk and … emotional. I really want to apologize; I will not let my emotions control again.”

“Sean … please… I was really frightened by your smile, it sent shivers down my spine.”

A moment of silence.

“So the action itself did not disturb you?”

Another moment of deafening silence.

“Not in its entirety, no…”

The third and penultimate silence.

“Then, can I try at it again, this time with all the humility and grace I can muster?”

Surprisingly, the last lapse in the conversation was quite short.

“If you would like to.”

Sean stood up from his bed and slowly walked to where Ayisha was standing. He stopped so close to her that they could sense each other’s breathing and put a hand around her neck. In a slow voice he began:

“All day I have been pondering, tormenting myself about yesterday. I thought, as you have said, that I was fatally flawed, fundamentally wrong in my understanding of life. But thankfully, it seems I made only a slight error and in general I am right. Yes, you do belong to me, yes, you are at an arm’s length. You are my toy, Ayisha Butterfill, a stoic loner who tasted companionship and abandoned her stoicism.”

Cooper walked away but decided it was not enough and continued:

“You have, deep inside, chosen this humiliation over the anguish of solitude. Nothing I say or do can push you away.”

But Ayisha was not listening; rather she was crying, sobbing, falling apart endless second after endless second. She did not reply to his words, she didn’t even pick up her bag, Miss Butterfill simply walked out the door like a ghost, an apparition that could no longer scare and was retiring. And the door behind her closed faintly, gently.

Chapter 2 of 10 v 2

Following some constructive criticism, I have updated the second chapter. Hope you like it. I do.(The bold part is largely new. Comments of the sort – You don’t say, with the appropriate face, are allowed)

Ayisha didn’t go to the talk. Her reasoning was as any girl’s – Sean had treated her badly therefore she was not obliged to listen to what he had said. Surprisingly, she kept that specific night open, even declining an invitation to dine with her parents on the pretext of previous arrangements. In all fairness, her parents’ home was 2 hours away and travelling would not have been pleasant. For a brief moment, not paying attention, Ayisha positioned herself in front of the mirror and instinctively sought her lipstick. The action was dropped immediately and study problems soon filled her head.

At the same time, Sean was actively participating in the post-talk discussion. His ideas were apparently too controversial for the audience and he ended up defending a minority view. This continued even afterwards in the corridors of the humanities building. Midway young Mr Cooper stopped at the men’s room at what he felt as the most embarrassing moment to leave the conversation. There he met Herbert Drury, a first year student doing the same degree as him.
“I see you still have problems making any allies, Mr Cooper” began Herbert but was quickly countered, “Apparently you still have problems getting yourself noticed, Mr. Drury. Sorry I didn’t find out sooner”, effectively bringing the conversation to an end.
Sean continued with the group to the pub where the heated discussion was fuelled by excessive amounts of food and beverages.

Ayisha was woken up by a commotion in her hall. Quickly dressed in her pyjamas, she opened her door to find her fellow students watching two men clad as policemen inspecting a neighbour’s room. Having found nothing of interest, the duo left the crowd wondering as to the purpose of their visit. Despite some ludicrous rumours about drugs, trafficking of people and smuggling, she managed to hear from a trustworthy source that a young foreign girl had been attacked and robbed yesterday evening. Her purse was stolen and apart from an awful fright the girl was unharmed. The thought a thief would dare strike at the heart of such a closely watched university brought shivers down everybody’s backs. Later that morning an official announcement over all media – phones, snail and e-mail, social websites and personal communication – warned students, especially girls, not to walk alone at night. Weighing the risk of going and the benefits of hearing a lecture, Ayisha decided to put her fate into the authorities and headed for the lecture halls.

On her way there she saw the police line around the scene of the crime and everybody who wanted a piece of the action. “How appalling”, she thought looking the crowd, “instead of minding their own business and doing something worthwhile with their time this … weed … gathers around others’ disasters.” But Sean was also there, a bit further than the others, but looking just as another carnivorous animal evaluating the prey. Apathetic as it may seem, Ayisha didn’t want to get herself tangled in such matters. Nor was gossip a pleasant way to spend time. But there was a nagging feeling she had to settle a score, not that she was competitive but Sean used a cheap trick mixed with novelty to fool her. So she went to say hello.

“Your cheeriness may bring about a spring in December… Hello, Ayisha.”
“And your manners, no actually your communication skills are as up-notch as always.”
 “Sorry, sorry, I am a bit unnerved, policemen searched my room this morning for incriminating evidence. Apparently, I am one of the suspects and as such am forbidden to leave the campus.”
“Now, that’s really interesting because one of my roommates had his room searched this morning as well. And in my humble opinion, he is docile, shy and completely harmless(in a positive and negative sense), plus he stayed in the hall the whole night”
“I was out that night, really close to here, too, so I kind of understand the logic behind mine at least. But still it has a feeling of shot in the dark, doesn’t it Ayish.”
“Please don’t call me that, Saw. If they chose this strategy, they should’ve implemented it around midnight, not now. It’s pointless, anybody would’ve disposed of the evidence. Plus…”
“There is a camera on the other side of the street. As a girl you shouldn’t show off so much to the opposite sex”, interrupted her Sean. But she just looked at him with more pity than annoyance.
“Plus, Emily, the girl attacked, could have given a description. Though, I thought of this after you butted in. And yes, I know you boys can’t tolerate competition and I know I will never marry. Thank you for pointing the obvious.”
“I almost felt compelled to say Sorry. Shall check out the footage?”
“If you aren’t, there’s no point in it. You are not hypocritical, though. You are more like an inverted sock – I can see the bad behind any potential good. However, I simply guess what good compensates for them. Yes, let’s go.”

 Michel was just about to head off and have lunch when two familiar figures walked into the surveillance room.
“If it ain’t Cooper and Miss Butterfill! A thousand thanks for the warning the other day, both of you. I’m sure I would’ve been a goner if it wasn’t for you. Can I help you with anything?”
“Yes, we are doing a bit of research for the University newspaper and wanted to check out the footage from the security cameras. I think…”
“No can do. Sorry, it’s beyond my means; the student relations department took it during the night shift.”
Apart from raising eyebrows a bit, Sean maintained his serious tone, “…it wouldn’t an unreasonable request considering I did save your life. Hmm, perhaps you have back-up copies? No? What else then.”
Miss Butterfill was hesitant to stop him – courtesy had given way to curiosity.
”Michel, show me the emergency back-up files – they shouldn’t have been deleted so early. And if anyone asks, I was looking menacing and had armed bodyguards with me.” Michel yielded. Having found his source of information, Mr. Cooper went into another room and in a few minutes emerged wearing a victorious grin on his face.
He uttered “Herbert” before rushing out.
“It was that bastard Herbert that interrupted my once a week sleep-in day. He will pay.”
“Sean, wait and explain, who is this Herbert? And does he have a motive for committing the crime?”
“He is in my class – a despicable person. Since our first meeting I have had a strong dislike for him.”
“Why? Do know, that’s not an accepted court evidence”
“A gut feeling!”
“Again, not accepted court evidence. Try with – his suspicious approach to every situation raises many questions about his respectability.”
“That is why I am happy now – I have concrete evidence he did it.”
“The picture was quite smudged and unclear, no?”
“The thief wore a black leather jacket, identical to the one Herbert had yesterday night. And I do gather the victim, Emily, will testify it was him.”

However, the lady at Home Security didn’t think so:
“Mr. Drury and his son are important benefactors of this institution. As such, they should be treated with utmost respect from all. FROM ALL, INCLUDING YOU MR COOPER. DO you honestly believe this circumstantial evidence is enough to prove his guilt beyond reasonable doubt? I think NOT. Good day, Mr. Cooper, Miss Butterfill.

Upon existing the building, Ayisha sighed – her make-believe detective adventure had ended. She noticed a slight change in Sean’s expression – from jubilant to deep in thought to secretly enraged. This, however, took a few seconds to subside and with a calm, a bit emotionless voice he started:
“He will pay…”
“I think that’s a bit harsh considering the circumstances. He’s just a rich…”
“He will pay upon my name as Sean Cooper for his abusive use of his father’s money. Don’t you see, Ayisha, if we think that smaller crimes can be overlooked because of size, what would happen to society??? Order starts within us and then expands to those around. I have already found my inner justice and would want to give it to others as well. Will you stand by me or against me? Will you stand with the ultimate justice, Ayisha?”
The short time Ayisha was given to assess what had just happened was not enough to even scratch its surface. She looked confused – not by the complexity of the idea(it was a straightforward one) but the fact it was created and adopted by a normal, twenty-first century human being. But the thought was severed by his laughing.
“You should have seen the look on your face… Do acknowledge my acting abilities! I am simply going to call Emily and tell her what we have found. Relax, breathe.”
But Ayisha’s fists took a few minutes to relax from the fear-driven fists they instantly turned into.

Chapter 2 of 10

Hypocrisy

Ayisha didn’t go to the talk. Her reasoning was as any girl’s – Sean had treated her badly therefore she was not obliged to listen to what he had said. Surprisingly, she kept that specific night open, even declining an invitation to dine with her parents on the pretext of previous arrangements. In all fairness, her parents’ home was 2 hours away and travelling would not have been pleasant. For a brief moment, not paying attention, Ayisha positioned herself in front of the mirror and instinctively sought her lipstick. The action was dropped immediately and study problems soon filled her head.

At the same time, Sean was actively participating in the post-talk discussion. His ideas were apparently too controversial for the audience and he ended up defending a minority view. This continued even afterwards in the corridors of the humanities building. Midway young Mr Cooper stopped at the men’s room at what he felt as the most embarrassing moment to leave the conversation. There he met Herbert Drury, a first year student doing the same degree as him.
“I see you still have problems making any allies, Mr Cooper” began Herbert but was quickly countered, “Apparently you still have problems getting yourself noticed, Mr. Drury. Sorry I didn’t find out sooner”, effectively bringing the conversation to an end.
Sean continued with the group to the pub where the heated discussion was fuelled by excessive amounts of food and beverages.

Ayisha was woken up by a commotion in her hall. Quickly dressed in her pyjamas, she opened her door to find her fellow students watching two men clad as policemen inspecting a neighbour’s room. Having found nothing of interest, the duo left the crowd wondering as to the purpose of their visit. Despite some ludicrous rumours about drugs, trafficking of people and smuggling, she managed to hear from a trustworthy source that a young foreign girl had been attacked and robbed yesterday evening. Her purse was stolen and apart from an awful fright the girl was unharmed. The thought a thief would dare strike at the heart of such a closely watched university brought shivers down everybody’s backs. Later that morning an official announcement over all media – phones, snail and e-mail, social websites and personal communication – warned students, especially girls, not to walk alone at night. Weighing the risk of going and the benefits of hearing a lecture, Ayisha decided to put her fate into the authorities and headed for the lecture halls.

On her way there she saw the police line around the scene of the crime and everybody who wanted a piece of the action. “How appalling”, she thought looking the crowd, “instead of minding their own business and doing something worthwhile with their time this … weed … gathers around others’ disasters.” But Sean was also there, a bit further than the others, but looking just as another carnivorous animal evaluating the prey. She had no distinct desire to strike up a new conversation, to start a new one or to even exchange greetings but bits of female curiosity and instinct made her pass next to him.

“Your high-society, womanly antics maybe worked in your last environment but now saying what you mean is considered better.”
“You are absolutely crazy”, interrupted him Ayisha but Sean continued as if nothing had happened.
“One of your roommates had his room searched this morning, right?”
“Yeeeees.”
“So was mine. You see, that is the right move when you have partial, biased information on the suspect (before he has time to dispose of the evidence you catch the guy with his hand in the cookie jar) and many students were fooled into thinking the university is doing everything they can to find the guy.”
“You implying the guards are not doing their job? Or the university? Or that they lack professional expertise? You know, you could give them a hand – I am sure they’ll appreciate it”, said the girl rather smirkishly.
“The cameras all around would have certainly caught part of the perpetrator. Plus, the theft was around ten in the evening and the “room search” began in the morning. Wouldn’t you want the get this guy ASAP? And I don’t see any “Do you recognize this face” posters anywhere. Do you not find it strange?”
“Let’s presume I do. Then what?”
“We go and get the footage from the camera. The student working part-time in the security department owes me a favour.”
What’s more interesting – sitting in a stuffy lecture hall listening to a boring lecturer or going on a childish, make-believe adventure which is bound to be a waste of time?! Ayisha followed Sean.

Michel was just about to head off and have lunch when two familiar figures walked into the surveillance room.
“If it ain’t Cooper! A thousand thanks for the warning the other day. I’m sure I would’ve been a goner if it wasn’t for you. Can I help you with anything?”
“Yes, I am doing a bit of research for the University newspaper and wanted to check out the footage from the security cameras. I think…”
“No can do. Sorry, it’s beyond my means; the student relations department took it during the night shift.”
Apart from raising eyebrows a bit, Sean maintained his serious tone, “…it wouldn’t an unreasonable request considering I did save your life. Hmm, perhaps you have back-up copies? No? What else then.”
“Sean, I don’t think …” began Miss Butterfill.
“Indeed you don’t”, replied her companion with the slightest movement of his eyes.”Michel, show me the emergency back-up files – they shouldn’t have been deleted so early.” Having found his source of information, Mr. Cooper went into another room and in a few minutes emerged wearing a victorious grin on his face.
He uttered “Herbert” before rushing out.
“I finally have a chance to contribute to the university and to society – YES!!!”
“Sean, wait, who is this Herbert? And why would he commit the crime?”
“He is in my class – a despicable person. Since our first meeting I have had a strong dislike for him.”
“Why?”
“A gut feeling!”
“You can’t blame somebody purely on intuition.”
“That is why I am happy – I have concrete evidence he did it.”
“Shouldn’t the picture have been smudged and unclear?”
“The thief wore a black leather jacket, identical to the one Herbert had yesterday night. And I do gather the victim, Emily, will testify it was him.”

However, the lady at Home Security didn’t think so:
“Mr. Drury and his son are important benefactors of this institution. As such, they should be treated with respect. DO you honestly believe this circumstantial evidence is enough to prove his guilt beyond reasonable doubt? I think NOT. Good day, Mr. Cooper, Miss Butterfill.

Upon existing the building, Ayisha noticed a slight change in Sean’s expression – from cheerful to deep in thought to secretly enraged. This, however, took a few seconds to subside and with a calm, a bit emotionless voice he started:
“The Mafia (My daughter, I think, from Italian) first began when one clan attacked the daughter of another. This highly functional crime syndicate has since not moved much beyond its initial purpose and it just happens that Emily comes from such a family. I’ve even heard rumours they are offering ridiculous sums of money for information.”
She gasped. “You don’t mean to escalate a minor theft into a bloody family feud?!”
Sean Cooper stopped. He looked her in the eyes, not blinking, not flinching.
“SOMEONE HAS TO RESTORE JUSTICE.”

PS. Chapter Five will be called New Horizons

Chapter 1 of 10

Many thanks to my friends Emma1, Emma2, James, Bogdan, Tam, Alex, and Thomson, without whose help the names of the characters would have sounded much more ordinary and boring.

The summer of 2015 brought nothing new to the people of the world. Life was reasonably good, bordering on the thin line between bearable and slightly miserable but most citizens were happy. So was Sean Cooper, a young adult turned twenty, of somewhat masculine build, whose purpose in life was of yet still vague, mysterious, a true chimera of chivalry, nobility and affluence. He had decided that there existed only one path for him to fulfil his great destiny and so Mr. Cooper prepared to attend university. A wishful thinker and unstoppable dreamer, he envisioned himself as the king of a financial/bureaucratic empire and a generous entrepreneur who gave the world the much-needed push and “set things right”. Love played a vital part in his grand scheme with a supportive wife and children backing up his every decision.

Sexy, hot, voluptuous, daring, provocative, promiscuous, hard/easy-to-get, desired, desirable, a prize – Ayisha’s peers rarely used these words to describe her and she was perfectly content with that. Undisputedly attractive, she did not attract excessive attention to her humble persona. Miss Butterfill had come of age long ago, now totalling twenty-one years, but had experienced less in terms of socializing than some of her underage counterparts. She was by no means a wallflower or a quiet person at that – her opinions if and when she had them were publicized in seconds much to the discord of her parents. Then again, she exactly didn’t see eye to eye on everything with them. To silence the nagging feeling of daughterly ingratitude she forced herself to attend university.

Due to the lack of any sort of notification, university lecture length was left to the lecturer’s judgement and this one was particularly short. Left with many unanswered questions, Sean Cooper went to bombard the Professor with questions but to his surprise a girl had beaten him there. Waiting patiently as any young gentleman would, he listened to their conversation – she posed some interesting problems but the old wizard seemed reluctant to disclose anything but the course syllabus. “Nothing to do here”, was his response. On the way out, he caught a glimpse of the girl and decided to strike up a conversation:
“Hello, I was listening to you right now and I think you posed some really interesting problems. It’s a shame the professor didn’t reply properly”, said Sean.
“Oh, but he did. I just think you didn’t understand him”, replied the girl with no hint of sarcasm, mustering all the honesty in her huge brown eyes.
“If he had, I would have understood him”, retorted Cooper and without losing the initial confidence continued, “Is this your secret, intellectual handshake to confirm I am your mental equal?”
“Sort of. You were so smug of yourself one had to bring your ballooning ego down from the heavens. I am a Butterfill. Ayisha Butterfill. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
“I am Sean Cooper, preferred to be known for my own success than that of my ancestors.”
“ ‘Tiss a difficult world, Mr. Cooper so why not use every head start you can get?!”
“A man earns his own glory-“
“And a woman steals from others? That is a very sexist view, Mr Cooper.”
“Yes, it sounds like it is. But let’s sit somewhere and I will show you.”
A few moments later, at the closest cafe Ayisha and Sean were drinking hot chocolate and warming their cold limbs.
“You see, Ayisha, or Miss Butterfill need I follow your antics, I see the world as my playground, my oyster if you wish, and it is my duty to know about and take care of things within this property of mine. Let’s take the guy unlocking his bike across the street for example. He shall die in a traffic accident today-“
“For a second I was fooled into thinking you were actually making a point but you are nothing more than a sweet-talker”, Ayisha laughed out.
“To be objective, which is one of the pillars in my thinking, I take half of the blame for this misunderstanding – he shall die today because of his ignorance and detrimental habits. This same guy crosses the road near my house at exactly the same crossroad in the hope that cars would not hit him there. And this has worked so far. However, today is the big conference of local businesses and to avoid traffic congestions the council has posted a big message saying – cars will not give way to pedestrians on this day. Cross at a different place! He will not see this from the road while biking and inevitably end up under a car.”
Miss Butterfill began hesitantly, “Ingenious reasoning and coldheated deduction – I can’t decide which best fits you. With your apathy are you implying that his life is not worth the effort to warn him or that he is as stupid as to fall victim to this? If so, this conversation is over. You can pay the bill, Mr Cooper. Goodbye.”
“We have already paid it, Miss. Say hello to Michel”, his voice fading as she exited the premises.
Few cars passed through the road and she was able to catch the misfortunate cyclist.
“Excuse me, …”
“Michel.”
“Yes, excuse me, Michel, I see you are riding a bicycle home and I just wanted to warn of the increased traffic today because of the big conference. I am on the committee for Road Safety and …”
“Don’t worry Miss, an acquaintance of mine has already warned me”
“Oh, you must have caring friends!’
“Not really. It was a guy I never talk to, I think it was something like Copper or Cooper …”

Ayisha flew into the cafe, flustered and angry but the table was empty apart from a brochure and some writing on it. It read:
Sexuality – a necessity or an accessory – A talk. See you there…