Silence Chapter One-The Beginning

Silence Chapter One-The Beginning

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."