THE BEGINNING

The hand! His grip was really strong. I tried to free myself but the rest two hold my arms. I tried to free my hands, but more I resist stronger their grip went. The pain was no less than slowly cutting my arms.

The weird looking scarred man who was helding my waist, pressed me against his body and touched my face with his right hand. He tucked some of my hair behind my ear. His touch felt so disgusted. My blood boiled in anger. Only God knows, how much I wished to set him on fire.

His hand was moving slowly downward, "You're too soft than you look. Beautiful." He murmured the word making me to hate the word which I loved the most.

His every touch was just an insult to me. When his filthy hands reached my belly, he pinched there so hard! And he continued to do it, "You're so soft."

The one who was holding my right hand looked at me up and down, "Her arms are soft. I want to see how soft her other parts are," saying that he extended his hand towards.... towards my..... my breast.

Suddenly someone from behind spoke, "Don't dare to touch her." We all looked behind. Oh! That boy!? What! He wanted to save me? But! What's wrong with him? His half face was covered with blood! Did they do this to him?

"Or else what?" The one holding my left arm spoke. Then he released my arm and put his hands inside his pocket.

I didn't know then what got into me, I kicked the man holding my waist, between his thighs, to his main point. And pushed the other man, helding my right arm.

The leader or the boss, (I don't know who) had stepped back groaning in pain,"What!?"

Meanwhile I started to run towards the door. But still the other two men caught me. Now the boy took few steps closer, but soon I felt something sharp near my neck and my abdomen. My attempt of escaping soon trampled under their feet.

One of them spoke, "Take a step closer and say Good Bye to her," and he signed upwards.

'No! This shouldn't have gone like this. I don't want to die! Not here at least. Please God!'

The man whom I kicked now stood up and came near me. He put his right hand on air by grabbing my hair in his left.

I closed my eyes in fear. I prayed, 'Don't hit, Don't hit'. But after a long time when I felt nothing, I looked up.

The man gave a devilish smile, "Your kick is so hard, Sweetheart. I like it. But it hurt me. So, you need to pay for it to ease my pain. Don't you think so?"

Then he looked at his companions, "Don't hold these here. Do you want to kill me? Move, Move!" and shifted their hands.

One of them smiled one sidedly, "Boss, she's too hard. Should I calm her down?"

Huh!? How??

The man titled his head, "Hmm. It's true. Too hard. Cut her hands a little to weak her down."

'What? Cut? What are they trying to do actually?' I closed my eyes. Oh! No, no! 'God, please help me! At least give me some strength to fight back. Please! Please! I want power!'

I heard the son's voice, "Don't touch her," with few footsteps and then I heard a loud noise of something crashed to the floor with a loud groan of pain. I opened my eyes in horror and saw the boy lying.

The man turned to me and licked his lips making me shudder, "Delicious, food shouldn't be left out for too long or there will be many obstactles." and leaned closer.

I murmured, "Food? My foot! Want a taste right, then let me give you one of your kind."

He chuckled, perhaps he heard me.

Before I could do anything, I felt something sharp passed through my hands. It pained and warm liquid followed it. I pressed my lips.

When the man was almost near me, I could feel my hands were shaking. But then realized, my hands were shaking not because of me, but....

The two men who were helding me was were shaking. But why?

The left side man called, "Bo..bo..boss?" He sounded as if he had seen a ghost.

The man looked around but still his face near mine. I took this opportunity and bit him at his neck with full strength. The man again stepped behind and groaned in pain. Meanwhile the two men freed me and went to their boss.

Ew! My mouth was too Salty!

'I guess he has never taken his bath.' How dirty? I spat to throw away the saliva to clear my mouth. It's so awful. When I got back my usual taste, I looked up.

The filthy man was twisting on the floor as if he's in pain and the other two looking at me, horrified. The boy was still unconscious and his father was looking at us from a distance but he also looked scared.

The man's lips turned blue and his face was getting black from left to right. His twisting was slowing down as if he's losing his life. But I wasn't shocked at that time. It felt so natural to me. Though he was in that state because of my bite.

Unknowingly, I took the knife from the ground and scratched his ear where I bit. He bleed like a flowing river, till his blood turned from black to red. He got back his real skin colour but lied unconscious.

When I turned to the two men, before I could say anything they pleaded in horror, "Spare us. Please spare us. Please!"

I nodded and signed towards the door. They carried their boss and left shakingly. I looked at the black blood. Now my head started to spin. Without any further thought I covered the blood with that torn pieces of clothes and then threw the clothes out. The father who had forgotten to move now came inside and called his son, "Rishi, wake up! Rishi. Rishi?"

He shook him, but still no response.

I walked towards them but his father shifted a bit. Fear was drawn all over his face. I, myself was scared, so it was normal for a Feeble like him to be scared. I was about to touch Rishi's head but he covered him. His face looked both alert and feared.

I said in a low voice but enough for him hear, "Don't worry! I won't hurt you two."

Now his father spoke, still careful, "Are you a monster?"

I let out a deep breath of frustration.

I was in no position for an argument. My head was spinning. I removed his hand and touched his son's forehead. "Nothing's wrong, just unconscious."

I went to the bathroom and came out with a bath mug full of water. I sprinkled some water on him. His face wrinkled and opened his eyes shakingly. His eyes taveled the whole room.

Then, he sat up hastily and looked around, "Where are they?"

His father looked at me and turned to him, "They left. But...," he again looked at me. Rishi turned to me while rubbing his head, "Hey! Are you okay?" His voice was rough and husky. His father now hit him. Somehow I didn't like it.

"Baba, it already hurts. Why are you hitting again?"

"Don't speak to her like that," his eyes were anxious and caring.

"Why? Is she something special or what?"

His father nodded in fear, "Yes! She's a mons...." Before he finished, he remembered something and gave a look.

I was already hurt, anxious, scared and troubled. Why did he need to rub salt on my wounds? I stood up. He moved towards his son and stretched his hand, in order to guard him against me, or to shield him.

I scoffed. How funny!

"I'm not a monster." I said. My voice was cold and tired, no emotions in it. But I couldn't say that I'm a human like them too.

I sat a corner and wrapped my arms around myself. I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I felt something was wrong with me. But what? I was no longer the old Anika.

Soon my surroundings turned black. A heavy load was slowly becoming light. My whole tired body was relaxing. Slowly.

A pain was striking me. One moment at my arm, then at my hands, then again at my arm. So itching that I started to scratch the places, adding to my pain.

I understood I felt asleep in this unknown place. Who knew what that father and son had planned for me?

I flushed open my eyes both in fear and pain, looking around the room. But I felt like as if I would pass out. The father and son wear holding knives in their hands and there were blood. I pulled myself back though there was no place behind.

Goosebumbs rose on my bare hands. I asked in fear, "What are two doing?" I was really scared by those goons. I didn't have any energy to fight with this two now. Moreover, I was really scared. I couldn't maintain my coolness anymore.

Seeing me like this, they also stepped back and asked, "What are you?"

I sighed in frustration, "A human". I touched my head that was aching and my vision was becoming hazy.

The boy spoke in a scared tone, "You can't be. If you're a human, then why don't you get hurt? Why you heal that fast?"

"What do you mean by 'Not get hurt'? Are you crazy? Am dying out of pain hereee!!!" I almost yelled in anger and disgust.

They shifted more to the back, away from me, as if I would eat them in next second.

Wait a minute!

Heal that fast!?'

'Don't get hurt?!'

When I got his words in order, it added more fuel to my burning anxiety and fear, and I roared in horror, "What did you tell?"