Silence Amongst The Screams - Chapter 3

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by nazopenang

by nazopenang

Chapter 3

He had been following her since the alleyway. The poorly lit streets of Varren City’s obscured his car from being seen. His black 1964 Pontiac Bonneville Brougham blending in perfectly with the dark surroundings. He made sure to drive slowly, so that the engines of the car couldn’t be heard. It wasn’t so hard, seeing as she was distracted by a certain young man. He waited outside her apartment, preparing his tools. He slowly inspected them, making sure they were perfect. As soon as he was done inspecting them, he made his move. He opened the car door, stepped outside and closed it behind him.

He walked towards the alleyway next to the apartment building. He knew what he needed was there. Sure enough, a fire escape ladder was right there for his use. He had been doing this for years, so he didn’t have any problems climbing it. He didn’t have much time, and he knew it. He wanted to get in there quickly.

He made sure he didn’t make a sound while climbing up the fire escape. These things were getting old, rusty and creaky. As soon as he got up to the window of her apartment, he found it open with the lights on inside. But he didn’t here any movement at all on the inside. ‘Must be asleep.’ He thought to himself. He slowly and carefully climbed inside, making sure not to make a sound. She was asleep face up. Strangely, in a very odd position, almost like a crucifix, and in the nude. He couldn’t really see her face though, it was too dark. He switched on the light next to the bed… and was shocked to find her dead, with a knife protruding from her chest. The blood drained from his face, he went as pale as a ghost. He stumbled backwards, almost falling back through the window, and dropped his bag. He could only stare in horror at the body of his lover. Amelia Walters was dead.

Suddenly a bell in his head started ringing. He frantically started searching for him. His son. He searched the room next door, the room where his bastard son slept. He didn’t enjoy what he saw. His son’s bloody and battered body. The face of his bastard child was hammered inwards, his innards were strewn all over the room. He broke down in tears next to what was left of his dear baby boy. He picked up the body slowly, pathetically trying to keep the body intact. He cradled it in his arms.

It was supposed to be their 2nd anniversary that year as lovers. He wanted to surprise her, he had brought candles, incense and lotion, all for a night of passion. It would have been perfect had she not been murdered abruptly. All he could do was sit and cry in the corner of the room with the mangled body of his son in his hands.

After two hours of continuous cradling, he’d had enough. He walked back into the other room, where his lover lay dead, walked towards the bed and pulled the knife out of her dead corpse. He hesitated for a second… and then slit his wrists. Now he could join her and his bastard son, in the realm of the dead…

The next day, a call was forwarded to the Varren City Police Department.