Avenging Shadows

Prologue_ THE KING _

Please note that the president and everything is made up and I don't even know if there is a governor. 

"Why have there been so many deaths of a late?" The president asked the governor.

  "We don't know yet, sir. But we have suspicions that it might be a new group. Probably paid to kill."

>------Four months later--------->----->-------->

  It has been five months since the mass killings started. All the civilians of the U.S. were afraid at night, for that is when they would strike. The rooms always had a light lamp on. Parents were afraid that their children would be next. The people were starting to think back about their past mistakes.

  The police were working overtime, prowling the streets in pairs during the night, but they were never able to catch them. They would just come and go, swift and silent like a shadow. Those they killed, were never pronounced dead during the night. For even their victims do not make a single sound. They were careful, no weapons left behind, no footprints, not even the slightest of sounds. 

  They, the name given to them by the civilians, were called the Silent Ones. Little did they know that was also the name of the Lord of the Dead.

  Then, a pattern became clear. On the floor, right where the bodies of the victims laid, were two letters. Or more specifically, and acronym. Just two letters, with two dots after each. The letters S and A. 

  They were carved onto the floor with weapons that are now used as props. Or merely for cutting things such as meat. Weapons that by right, were the first kinds of destruction that were not brute strength and the use of hands.

  Most often then not, they head of the victims would be stabbed through the heart, most likely to prevent their victims from screaming. They were murdered in cold blood. And the only clue who they were were the acronyms. Now, even speaking of them was not allowed, for fear that they were the ones next.

  Even though it was daytime, the governor, Henry, was afraid of the Silent Ones would strike him dead. He was on his way to meet the president, Aiden, and was literally bubbling with excitement. He knocked on the door and went in, not even bothering for a reply, for he knew that Aiden would be thanking him soon. 

  "Aiden, I have news! Good and bad, pick one." Aiden looked up from his computer and frowned.

  "Henry, what did I say about knocking? And I suppose we can hear the good news first." The president replied.

  "Well, we found a lead! And even more, for we captured one of the Silent Ones!" Henry shouted, unable to control his excitement. Aiden's eyes widened. Finally, after five months, someone was caught, and justice could prevail. 

  "Quick, tell me everything!"

  "Well, this one, you see, was probably not as skilled as the rest. He was not as careful. His target, Marcus Gomer, heard him breaking into his bedroom through his window around midnight. He screamed, and the police were alerted and arrested him. Didn't even try to fight, as I heard. Also, I have informed all the leaders of other countries. They are taking the first flight to America. Tomorrow, at four, we would interrogate that Silent One. " Aiden nodded his head.

  "And the bad?" Aiden prompted.

  "Another one found dead, Mike Roberts. But this wasn't like the rest. He wasn't stabbed. His throat was slit, done by a master's hand. His body was found at around 7 in the morning. Forensics said that he was at least four hours dead." Aiden nodded his head grimly.