Silence

Silence

Silence
Every town has it's story, every family has their problems, and every person has their secrets.

Delphian was a small time city, shadowed by lies and deceites, thrown by the government and law.

The government thought they had the power, and law thought they had the right away.

But what if I told you, that everything would change in the blink of an eye? What if I told you they were askew? What if I told you that your small time criminal, climbed that ladder, and made it's way to the top? You'd think I am crazy, right? Wrong.

Delphian is known for it's penitentiary, Stoney Hill. Inside it's cold interior, it holds the most vicious criminals law has thrown away. You can count and check off every single type.

Rapists, pedifiles, homicidial maniacs, and serial killers. In Stoney Hill you are sure to find every type of killer; but in Stoney Hill you will find only one killer; who was convicted for premeditated murder.

Scott Henderson, a man of thirty one was convicted of premeditated murder on October 25th, 1990. Details of the murders further describe "Onslaught of twenty people. Including his wife and child whom he slit their throats with a flat blade" further details state an arsonist attempt, and success on his best friend, Harry O'Dean. Scott Henderson beat Harry with a sledge; than drenching him in gasoline, he left his friend in a blaze of inferno.

This wasn't the worst of the crimes Scott Henderson committed, there was one charge that the jury and judge never forget. This case was called "Silence" and I am here to tell you my story, I am here to tell you what I did, full detail without leaving out a single word. I am Scott Henderson, and I will tell you the story of a legend, the story of a Serial Killer who went by the name of "Silencer"

Silence Chapter One-The Beginning
On September eighth, 1990, a man of high standards woke up in high expectations for the day ahead of him.

Howard Darson, a man in his fifties, ran the government with an iron fist. The government being his inked pen, and the law his parchment, himself being the hand in all this.

A dim ray of light shone through the cracks of his office blinds, casting a sketchy shadow across the velvet red carpet.

Standing behind his eighteenth century desk, Howard stood tall, placing a crooked finger on the office blinds, and pulling it down to peer out.

Howard stood five foot seven, his hair was grey with age, it was fairly short at length. His eyes were an icy blue, which gave people a certain feel about him. His face was blotched with liver spots, his face riddled with wrinkles, and his half circle glasses perched on his nose. A beard of salt and pepper gave him a distinctive look of a man of power. This went well with the grey buisness suit he wore to work daily, along with his scarlet red silk tie.

Howard let out a low groan as his eyes wandered from left to right, as he watched the cities people go through their daily lifes with out a single care. As he did this he would talk to himself with a deep, gruff voice "They go on with their lifes, not knowing what goes on around in this city. They can't see what I see, can't feel what I feel, and most surely can't hear what I hear. They are mere little rodents trapped in a maze for one specific reason, to find that one thing they sense. Cheese. They live life for money, and die with it, and the world moves on."

His little self talk was interrupted by an opening door from behind. Turning around swiftly, he laid his eyes upon a mid aged man who entered, taking his smoke coloured bowler hat off, and placing it against his chest.

"Kevin Pearson, what can I do you?"

Kevin Pearson was the Police Cheif of Delphian, he was in his early forties, and it showed well. He stood five foot five, his greay hair stained with spots of fading black, his eyes going pale in colour, and his skin loosing its lively colour, giving the exception of the many freckles that covered his face. He wore his uniform with pride, this was well shown by his walk, it was graceful with every step.

"Mr.Darson, sir, I come on your behalf on the reports of Charles Kender. The murderer of Sally Parsons" His voice was low and hoarse.

"Don't leave out details now Mr.Pearson, do tell." Howard was now watching Kevin as he approached the coat hanger and perched his hat on one of the oak pegs.

Kevin cleared his throat, swallowed some saliva, and lowered his eyes to the floor. "We have word that Kenders has a hide out on Pine Crescent. Yet we are still getting information from Gerald Terry, our undercover man, that Kevin has a place in down town, on Eigth Street."

Howard placed his thumb and index finger on his chin, and began to rub in deep thought. This was followed by a groan that came from his throat, and he nodded "Gerald Terry, he's the convicted man who killed Peter O'Ryans?"

Pearson nodded in reply, and cleared his throat again, as if he had a nasty cold. "He was also released in June of 1985, cleared of all charges, on the conditions that he would work with the law to uncover other criminals that lurk in the city."

A smirk came across Darsons face, which formed itself into a loose smile. "Do you always put trust in ex-criminals Mr.Pearsons?"

Kevin's eyes lifted, and fell upon Darsons with a good idea to why this question was asked.

Ten seconds had passed since the question was asked, and Pearson stood in silence as he went through his thoughts, knowing there was not a right answer to this. If he said yes, he would be given a reply of "But a criminal will stay a criminal. They cheat their way out for their own needs." and if he said no, the response would be "A criminal thinks as a criminal Mr.Pearsons. To catch a criminal you need a criminal."

He opened his mouth, held it in wonder, and closed it again, shoving back his words. Lowering his head in shame, he shook his head, nodded, and shook his head again. This was the signs of a confused man, a man who didn't have the answer, but had the words.

Howard let out a low laugh, just one that could barely be heard by ones ears, and he approached Kevin slowly, hands held behind his back. "I can see you're oblivious of the answer. Perhaps you have been telling yourself that, how can there be an answer to his question? I will save you the troubles of this predicament, by telling you the answer. There is no answer Mr.Pearsons, the only right thing to say is, follow your heart, and hope for the best to come."

Kevin raised his head, the weight falling off of his shoulders, his eyes looking into Darsons with stupidity. How could he have not known this, he always followed his heart, for it was the only thing he could resort to when it came down to trust and betrayal.

Howard noticed this, and didn't have to have Kevin responde to his words, he simply just smiled politely, which made it look more like a grimace look, and threw an arm around his shoulder, placed his lips near his ear and said "I am going to give you orders Mr.Pearsons, orders that will be followed" His eyes looked towards the blinds, knowing that something outside was happening, he could feel it "If anyone gets in the way of our plans, kill them. I don't give a fuck if it is a mother and child who step in, kill them with a bullet in the head; and if you don't follow, Mr.Pearsons, I will have your squad fill you with led. Do you understand?"

Howard just simply nodded, eyes still fixed at the floor, thoughts running through his head. His hands slipped inside the pockets of his pants, and his fingers began to move madly, as if to hold back a word that would do him in.

Darson smiled, patted Kevin on the shoulder, and walked back to his original position at the blinds. He placed his crooked finger back on the blind, and pulled it down slightly just to peer outside.

Kevin stood for a moment, thinking to himself at what he was told, and without any further hesitation, he took his leave; taking his bowler hat off the peg, and placing it ontop of his head with his right hand.

The door closed silently, and Mr.Darson was left in his office, studying the people of Delphian as they went through their daily lifes, he spoke to himself "They are rodents, we are the watchers. They go through life, only with one goal; find the cheese, and die with it."


Silence Chapter 2-Criminal Mind
September Eighth, 1990, downtown Delphian.

Three man dressed in black leather walk down the fogged streets of down town. Their footsteps echoed off the brick walls of town buildings that they passed, followed by a resounding voice that seemed to follow along with their conversation.

The man in the middle was in his early thrities, five foot eight, medium length, greasy black hair. His face was a browned tanned, and his autumn eyes stood out from his skin tone. In his mouth he smoked a cigarette, puffing smoke from the corner of his mouth after every inhale. He stood in the middle of the three.

The guy to the left of him looked to be a bit younger, in his late twenties, he was well built, stood five foot six, and his shoulder length hair, was a pale, eerie white; which gleamed in the light that produced from the sun. His skin tone matched very well with his hair, it was pale white, looks as though he had seen a ghost every single living moment of his life. His eyes were a cold blue that made people shudder if they ever had the chance to lay eyes on his.

The last guy, who was the oldest, in his late thirties, was also a fairly well built guy, standing at an outstanding six foot two. His hay coloured hair met the bottom of his shoulder blades, and was tied back into a ponytail. He was not as pale as the last guy, but it was noticeble, along with his emerald green eyes that gave him a distinguished look. He chewed on the end of a tooth pick, throwing it from side to side with his tongue. He looked to the guy and the middle and then diracted his attention to the blue sky above.

"Hey Charles."

The guy in the middle shifted his head towards the right, puffing smoke from his mouth "What Harry?"

Harry studied the sky, like a detective studying a crime scene. Than he lifted his head down, looked at the cracked cement, than looked at Charles. "Where do you think you go after you die? I mean, there is no one around to tell us..."

Charles brought his hand to his mouth, and grabbed a hold of his cigarette with his thumb and fore finger. As he took it from his mouth, a billowing cloud of smoke was thrown. "Well, Harry, some say you go to heaven when you die...and some say you go to hell...I say you die, and you stay dead. Rot in the earth below, soil for the trees and grass."

The guy to the left of Charles, gave a resounding laugh, and shook his head in spite. "Good ol' Charles, always making his philosophies of life"

Charles glared at the guy to his left, sneered "You have a different idea Scott?" His tone was strict, harsh, and sharp.

Scott lowered his eyes to the ground, cursed under his breath, and raised his head to the sky, that started to cloud over. "I think you die, than you are reborn. You don't go to heaven or a hell. You don't get to see your god, because there isn't one. Satan does not exist either, they are mere fantasized characters that make this world the way it is now."

Charles nodded, gave a grim smile, and chuckled as he shoved the smoke back into his mouth. He clasped a firm hand on Scotts shoulder, and brought his cheek near his, looking up at the sky he whispered "You have half a point Scott. Yes they are fantasized characters that make this world, but you didn't include what if. What if there is a higher being out there? What if this higher being created us?" He hummed in thought, bringing his eyes towards the cracked ground "What if there is something below us? What if down there there is another world just waiting?"

Scott just stared at the ground with a blank expression, mouth opened in awe. Words were lodged in his throat, and as he swallowed, those words created a bump.

Their little philosophizing was interrupted when a kid bumped Charles as he passed by.

Charles glared at the kid, sneering in his direction "Watch were the fuck ya' going kid!" He grumbled slightly, took a puff on his cig, and looked back at Scott. "If there is a higher being out there, Scott, than who is higher then him?" A grin broke out onto his face as he noticed that Scott was taking a trip through his scattered thoughts, trying to find an answer to this question, but knew there wasn't one; but all the same, he knew that Charles knew an answer to this. Charles always had an answer to things. He was born to be this way, and he would die it. "It is us Scott. We are the higher beings, we are the ones he created, and there for, we are the ones who allow him to be, allow him to have that control; and if we did not exist, Scott, he wouldn't either. Just think about it Scott, it all makes perfect sense."

Scott nodded in acknowledgement, and came at ease, knowing that there would no longer be any more philosophizing between him and Charles. This made him smile to himself "You're right Charles..." "I am always right Scott, and don't you forget it."

Charles took his attention away from Scott, and brought it to Harry, who was twiddling his thumbs, and staring at the pavement in a dumb struck state. The cigarette was pulled forth from his mouth again, and more clouds of smoke were thrown into the air. "So Harry, whose our next target?"

Harry froze in his footsteps, eyes shutting in deep thought, lips pinched together, and he clenched his fists so tight, that his knuckles began to turn white.

He opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and stared into the sky above "We are going to go after Stanley Gardner..."

Scott looked at Harry with shock, mouth opened in awe, words brought to a hault inside his throught, just so he wouldn't stumble over them.

As he gathered himself up, he softly spoke to Harry "But Stanley Gardner is my cousin Harry...Why him?"

Harry shook his head in question, asking himself the same thing, but knew the exact answer to this "It's orders Scott, and I follow them."

Silence Chapter Three: 9-11
September Eighth, down town Delphian

Kevin Pearson walks down the downtown streets in Delphian, studying the ground below. The topic him and Darson took up with eachother resounded through his thoughts, making him respond to the maddening recent memory.

"I can not kill an innocent woman and child if they get in my way..."
Darson's voice resounded back in the same tone that he used back at his office "I am going to give you orders Mr.Pearsons, orders that will be followed" His eyes looked towards the blinds, knowing that something outside was happening, he could feel it "If anyone gets in the way of our plans, kill them. I don't give a fuck if it is a mother and child who step in, kill them with a bullet in the head; and if you don't follow, Mr.Pearsons, I will have your squad fill you with led. Do you understand?"

Kevin clenched his fists in thought as to his own squad filling him with their bullets.

Shaking his head, his heart told him loudly "You don't want that, now do you Kevin ol' pal?"

Kevin looked up wearily, his eyes half shut with a heavy sleep that lingered around him. His mouth dry, and his throat sore from the cold, he responded in a gruff voice "No...we can not have that now can we?"

A mother and her daughter rubbed up against Kevin as they passed him by, and this caused him to come to a hault. Taking a quick glance over his right shoulder, he looked at the daughter, hand in hand with her mother as they walked together, smiling and laughing in this cold weather.

Taking his attention away from them, and directing it towards a police cruiser that passed him by, driver waving to him with a friendly gesture; his thoughts became so immense that he started to cry softly. Under the choked sobs from his tears, he spoke to himself in a confused tone of voice.

"How can I live my life knowing that I took a life away from a mother and her child? But how could I be living if I am dead, led filled in my cold, crude body by my police buddies?"

Approaching the station, he peered through the water stained windows to see five police man standing in the large service room, laughing and chattinng it up. Seeing this made Pearson choke with dissapointment to as what he was going to decide, whether he would go along with Darson's orders or not.

Placing his hand on the cold, rain drenched door knob, he opened the door, striding in with out even taking a single glance at the people that worked with him.

A fellow police officer approached Pearson and greeted him with a polite gesture of "Hello" and in response Kevin said "Evening Peter."

Peter was Kevin's best buddy, they worked together in Canada as RCMP officers, and took on the case "Ice Cold Killer". The killer in this case, was a famous one, well known for his murdering of teenagers, death by an ice pick to the heart. They caught the guy, who went by the name of Alfred, in late January of 1981.

Peter was an old man, being at the age of fifty-five, but he was very healthy for his age. Standing five foot nine, hair a salt and pepper effect, along with the mustache that perched on his lip. His body was well built, and it showed very well, what with his muscles that bulged from his tight uniform. His skin was a brown tan, and his eyes were a sky blue, a very distinguishing feature.

Throwing an arm around Pearson, and bringing his lips to his right ear, Peter asked in a whisper "So what did Darson want?"

Kevin's eyes shifted to his right, meeting Peter's deeply. He took a moment to take a breath, and he smiled politely. "Oridanry business Peter, just same as usual."

He walked off towards his office door, his Secretary greeted him in the same way as Peter did. The same response was given by Pearson, and that was followed by the clicking sound of a closing door.

Inside his office, Kevin plopped down in his chair behind the pine desk. Throwing his legs up onto the desk, he leaned over to turn on the lamp that sat upon his desk.

The room was basked in a warm, yellow light, throwing Pearson's shadow across the far wall. The walls were a creamy white, and decorated with pictures of Kevin's family and friends.

He looked at a picture frame that sat on the desk. His face with guilt on it, he grasped it in his hands. The picture was of his wife and seven year old daughter. His daughter was in his wifes arms, they were smiling brightly. Behind them were two large oak trees, and a small play set. A tear seeped from the corner of his eye, and he began to choke up as he thought to himself.

"What if you had to kill your wife and daughter Kevin? Would you be able to pull the trigger, and splatter their blood upon the cold, cracked cement? Would you be able to live your life with that burden on your soul?"

His heart pounded away inside his chest, throwing out the answer to him "No, you can't live like that Kevin. No you can't do it Kevin."

He carefully placed the picture back down on his desked, and leaned over to open a cabinet drawer, pulling out a bottle of rum and a shot glass.

Slamming the glass down onto the surface of the table, he poured himself the auburn coloured drink; and bringing the rim of the glass to his lips, he took a gulp of the alcohol. When it was drained of its liquid, he slammed the glass down, and threw his head upon the desk, crying softly to himself.

The phone let out a resounding ring, breaking Kevin from his little moment, and bringing it towards the phone. Placing a hand on the plastic, he picked it up, and softly greeted the caller with a kind of gruff voice "Hello?"

The voice on the other line was panicking, words cut off by short gasps "Help me...My husband was killed by two intruders. They broke down my front door, and shoot my husband. I am in the bedroom, but I know that they know I am here. Please help me."

Kevin rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm, and responded in a calm voice "Ok Ma'm I will need your adress."

"I live on St.Charles, the house number is 9123. Please hurry."

"We will be over as soon as possible Ma'm. I am going to put you on with my secretary. Make sure you keep on the phone line."

Kevin sprung from his chair, and hurried out into the service area. His door slammed against the wall, catching everyone's attention, especially the secerataries, who almost fell out of her swivel chair.

Pearson pointed towards the secretary, looking her in the eyes as she sturdied herself. "Hillary, go into my room, and pick up the phone."

She got up, out of her chair, and made her way into his office. Her voice could be heard faintly over Pearson's orders to his buddy Peter.

"Peter you are coming with me."

Peter nodded in acknowledgement, and follewed Kevin out the door, and into the Police Cruiser.

Starting the engine up, and turning on the sirens, Pearson made his way towards the troubled callers house in a hurry.

The houses passing by in a blur, and the sounds of traffic drowned out by the squeeling sirens, he turned the corner sharply, and cruised down St.Charles.

Pulling up to the house, and parking the cruiser on the curb of the street. Kevin and Peter leaped out from the car, and hurried up the stairs of the porch.

Before entering, they gave eachother a glance, nodded, and cautiously entered, with their guns out front, held with two hands.

The husband laid against the wall, his legs were splayed. Blood trickled out from his fore head, staining his pale skin with the scarlet red. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and his mouth a gap.

Peter knelt down towards the lifeless body, and examined it carefully. Looking over his shoulder, he gave a grimmace look of worry "Death by Twelve Gauge Kevin..."

Peter knew his weapons, just by the size of the bullet hole, he could tell you what weapon was used, and how close it was fired. The twelve gauge was fired from at least six feet away, for most of the man's face was missing.

Kevin took a glance at the body, and with out any hesitation, he made his way up the stairs to where he suspected the woman took refuge.

Scaling the stairs slowly, he beckoned Peter to follow closely behind him, just incase anything were to happen, he would have him for back up.

Turning the bend of the stairs, he peered around the corner, and saw that the hallway was totally deserted. But his attention was caught by two closed doors, and he immediately approached the closest door as he stretched his arm outwards. Placing his hand on the knob, he slowly turned the door, and forced it open with a forceful shove. Nothing.

Than he heard something come from behind, and turning around with haste, he noticed that the door behind him was opening gradually, and a figure stepped out.

The caller was in the intruders crooked arm, and a gun was pointed to her temple. The guy had to be at least five foot seven. His identity hidden behind a black ski mask. The clothing that he wore was a dark black.

The intruder looked over to Peter, who croutched behind the banister "Pigs shouldn't have come. And don't think I can't see your freind hidding behind the railigs either."

Peter stood up, and walked out with his gun aimed at the guys forehead. "Let the woman go."

Laughter was the only response, as he tightened his grip around the woman, and sliding the barrel of his gun down her face.

Another man came out from the washroom, carrying a twelve gauge with him. The barrel of the gun was aimed at Kevin's head as he approached slowly. "You fucking Pigs, always intruding on our job! Now you will have to pay the piper for that!"

Kevin dropped to the ground, just before the trigger of the twelve gauge was pulled. The wall exploded into fragments of wood chipings and plasticine.

Pearson pulled the trigger of his gun, and shot the guy in the foot, causing him to scream in pain as he dropped to his knees. The twelve gauge fell at his side, and his fresh blood poured out of the wound, and painted the ground below him. "You fucking prick!"

The other intruder, let go of his hostage and made his way towards the stairs, only to be stopped by Peter who placed the barrel of his gun to his chest. "Forgetting about someone?"

"Ah fuck..."

The guy dropped his gun, and got down onto his knees, placing his hands behind his head as Peter walked around him. "You know, being hastey like that will not get you out of here."

Peter lowered the guys hands, and cuffed him by the wrists tightly. Heaving him up he shoved him down the stairs, leaving Kevin upstairs with the injured one.

Pearson walked up to the lady and made sure that she was ok. She nodded, tears running down the side of her face as she threw her arms around him and crying into his chest, sobbing with relief. "Thank you officer! I was so afraid! Thank you!"

Her eye caught a glance of the injured man reaching out for the twelve gauge, in with quick reactions she screamed "Officer watch out!"

Kevin turned around, gun against his thigh, and noticed he was making an attempt to grab a hold of his twelve gauge. Aiming his gun downwards, and at his head; Kevin pulled the cold steel of the trigger, and blew a hole into the guys head.

His head cracked openend, his blood painting the walls and floor in a scarlet red. Pieces of his
brain slid down the walls, leaving a slime to dry up on the surface.

Kevin shoved the gun into his holster, and looked at the lady with frightend eyes "Us Cops also have fears Ma'm...Mine is the power to take the lives away from those who are living a misleading life..."