The Silencer

Prologue: The Boy

The Silencer

We call the shots.

"Me in that black and white photo, my world has spread black. I'm so tired, I'm so tired. Now I'm sick of it"
-Colours, Day6

Prologue: The Boy

The wind howled, blowing tiny specks of dusk into the air. Lightning striked, its piercing bright light asunder the darkness like a puzzle piece. The purplish hue in the ever night once again became subtle, then appearing rather slowly to the human's eye. Thunder clapped as if praising the malevolent weather which gradually died down like an echo. Although no stars were twinkling, the sky was dangerously beautiful. There was no soul in sight, saved for the boy who sauntered in a low-lit street. Even though the street wasn't desolated, it was eerily quiet. The boy strolled steathily nevertheless, his trained footsteps denying liberation; his body taut and filled with apprehension. From afar, what seemed like a metallic choker gleamed under the dull light menacingly. The trees, seemingly responded to his presence, rustled and swayed as the sky cracked once again.

The boy continued walking hurriedly. Nervousness buzzed within his being. Oddly, it wasn't because of whatever he was going to do. It is the fact that he hates doing this. Sighing dejectedly, the boy pulled his hood up and stepped into the neon lit building.

The place reeked of alcohol and sweat unlike the fresh air outside. The heat was oppressive despite the boy being at the entrance. The music was blaring loudly, so loudly that he could hear it before stepping into the club. Scrunching his face in disgust, he walked towards the cashier to gain entry.

"Hello, what do you want kid?" The wiry man grunted, folding his tattooed arms as he bit onto his cigarette which rested at the corner of his lips. In spite of the obvious discontentment, the boy swiftly fished out his ID and replied decorously.

"I would like to have the happy hour set stated on the board," he pointed at the board nearest to his left, his eyes never leaving the man's face. "Free flow of drinks today?"

The man leered at him suspiciously, then scanned dubiously at him from top to bottom. As if reading his mind, the boy swooped his credit card and ID out of his pocket and flashed it at the grumpy man.

"I am of age."

"Alright boy, you may enter. Enjoy the night!" The man grumbled begrudgingly.

Dismayed, the boy took large steps into the club, anxiously wanting to finish this job quickly. He squinted his eyes as numerous chromatic lights shone at him, the colours changing at every blink of his eyes. In addition to the pounding music which made his heart leaped, the boy felt sick to the core. This place just wasn't his style and clearly, he abhorred it. To much of his contempt, he trotted past sweaty bodies which tried grinding against him. Fixing his shirt, he cursed quietly and hoped to find the end of this crowd.

Much to his relief, he found a sofa at the end of the room and just as he was about to plop down on it comfortably, a girl in revealing tight clothes hooked onto him.

"Aren't you too young to be here handsome?" The girl purred, rubbing her breast against his arms, trying to get his attention. The boy was unfazed by this and merely strugged her hands off, face holding no sign of emotion. "Do you need company?" The girl continued pawing on his arms and crooned in her porpoise-like voice which became difficult to be heard. Her hands found its way to his neck and caressed the silver metal which rest on his neck. "The choker looks good on you," she whispered, "would you like to join me? Upstairs." She giggled upon the newfound excitment.

With an aggravated sigh, the boy turned to her, not looking down to face her since she barely reached his shoulders despite the high heels she wore. "I am not interested, thank you." he seethed, his patience wearing thin. The girl batted her eyelashes and said, "I'll give you the time of your life. Every man enjoys it. I'm sure you will too!"