User:Blood and Tears

The silence

An elderly couple was enjoying an afternoon stroll at their local park in Northern Carolina, when they decided to have a break and sit at a bench. The wife began reading their local newspaper.

"Oh my, Martin, look at this!" "What is it, dear?"

"Another news report about that young girl!" "The Silence?"

"Yes!"

"Oh my, I don't understand how a 13 year old girl is capable of such things! Her parents must not have raised her right, she must have been another abused child" Martin said shaking his head.

"It really is a tragedy what our youth has become of itself. This young girl has had her 20th kill! She murdered a girl 3 years older than her named Patricia. In each murder, she writes 'The Silence is Deadlier than Noise' in blood or even carved on walls!"

"What is she trying to say? The silence is beautiful, how on earth can it lead to death if you can hear it coming?"

"Parents these days have no ideas how to raise kids! Martin, what on earth is going on with parents these days?"

"You know, I heard that Sindy actually had great parents." Said a girl sitting next to them.

"Who?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I meant 'The Silence'." The girl smiled. She had tanned skin, long, curly dark brown hair that was down to her tail bone, her outgrown bangs covering her eye like another typical teenager, and dark brown eyes.

"Oh, hahah, you would never do anything like that, would you?" Martin asked her.

"Oh no sir. Cross my heart," she said crossing over her heart, "hope to die." circling above the X, perfectly tracing the scar she had.

"What happened there?" Martin asked.

"Oh, this?" She asked pointing to the scar above her heart. "It's a memory from the best day ever," she said smiling.

Mabel widened her eyes when she saw the girl's eyes. Her outgrown bangs were positioned to the side to cover what was there, but not anymore.

"I-if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your eye?" Mabel asked nervously.

"They say that a person's eyes are the windows to there souls" the girl said looking at her nails, changing the subject.

"What?" Martin asked getting nervous.

"Oh, nothing. Just a little saying a... 'Friend', of mine once said... Anyways, I would suggest reading the last part of that article. It applies to everyone, especially you two," she said looking back at them.

"What about you?" Asked Mabel.

"Oh no, not me," she said smirking.

"If anything, I'm safe."

And with that, she walked away.

"Martin, I think we should call the police," Mabel said worriedly.

"Why?"

Mabel showed him the second last part of the article :

"If you've seen someone that matches the above description, please call your local police department. Your contributions could seriously help us track this killer.

The following note..."

"Wait Mabel, she said read the last part of the article. Look at what it says!"

And with that, Mabel screamed.

Sindy was always a good girl. She would never act out, get good grades, and was very polite.

She grew up with a loving mother and father, she was their only child and little girl, so naturally they would do anything to keep her safe, and she would do the same for them.

She had light bronze skin, (or dark tan skin you could say), and thick dark brown hair, with a matching set of dark brown eyes. She was hispanic, so her appearance was pretty typical. When meeting new people, she was shy, and very quiet.

She was the complete opposite in fact. She was considered 'crazy' and 'insane' by her friends because of her bravery to do daring stunts, but was loyal and sweet.

Her family was enjoying a weekend at a cabin in the woods. Sindy found the cabin quite odd, as it could be mistaken for one in a horror movie. She didn't exactly like the idea of a vacation in the woods at a cabin like this.

It was quite old, with creaky floor boards, and squeaky hinges. If anyone were to walk in the cabin, the old and run down condition of it would give it away. Her parents didn't care, they wanted to escape their small town of Brampton for a while, and enjoy the weekend away from society, so no electronics were allowed on the trip.

It was just her, her father, mother, aunt Jade and pesky little cousin Drew.

It was their last day at the cabin, and the next day they would go back. They decided to have extra fun and enjoy swimming at the closest lake (which was an hour drive), and as the sun set, they decided to call it a day, and drove back home. What they didn't know, was that a news report was going on, addressing that a serial killer, once known as 'The Blood Butcher' had escaped from the mental institute, and was hiding in the woods, the same woods that they and other families were staying in.

On the way to the cabin, Sindy noticed a van that seemed to follow them, keeping a distance. She addressed her parents about it, but they said it must have just been another family going to their cabin from the lake too.

When they got home, they changed into their night wear, seeing as it was already late at night. Sindy left on her black leggings, as she found them quite comfortable, and put on a black tank top, and left her favourite plain purple zip-up hoodie on some hooks by the door, in case she ever needed to leave the room.

They had all gone to sleep, Sindy and her parents in one room, and her aunt and Drew in a room across from theirs in the hall.

It was so quiet in the house, a pin drop could have been heard on the other side of the cabin. The silence didn't last for long however.

Sindy opened her eyes in the dead of the night, for no reason in particular, really. It kind of just happened. She rolled over in her cot, which was a couple of feet away from her parent's. She tossed and turned, trying to fall back asleep, but couldn't shake an unnerving feeling that settled in her chest.

She heard creaking, and slight squeaking from the front of the house, but she tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. She was just starting to close her eyes, when a scream and gruff yelling was heard from the front of the house.

Sindy immediately sat up from the bed, her heart racing in her chest, and the feeling stronger than ever.It was like a mixture of fear, vulnerability, and a sense of danger.

Sindy turned to her parents who were now both sitting up, and signalling for her to not make a sound. They got out of their cots, and crept over to the door, carefully opening the door and making their way to her aunt's room, where Drew was crying, his mother's hand over his mouth.

They made a plan to throw a lantern down the cellar to lure the intruder down, and then flee the house.

The family carefully made there way down the hall, into the living room, watching their every step, cautious not to step on a creaky floorboard.

Once in the dark living room, they decided Sindy would toss the lantern down the cellar, since she was young and more controlled than Drew. They could hear a man's gruff voice from behind the kitchen door.

Right when she was about to open the door to the cellar, they heard heavy footsteps coming from the kitchen to the door.

"Hide!" Sindy whispered in a panic, putting down the lantern and hid behind the opening of the kitchen door, so that when it opened, the door would cover her, and the rest of her family hid behind couches.

The intruder swung the door open, and stormed into the living room. He was tall, heavy, and was carrying a large cleaver dripping in blood. As the door was swinging, Sindy slipped into the kitchen behind the intruder.

Inside the kitchen, Sindy was fighting back tears, screams, and sobs, because in front of her, sprawled across the kitchen floor, was a horrifically slaughtered and mutilated woman.

She had been skinned alive, and her torso had been opened up, several intestines and organs were missing, some laying about next to her. Her right eye had been gouged out, and her left cheek looked like it was peeled off. It had looked like a butcher had gutted her, and the pool of blood that bubbled around her never seemed to stop growing. Trying to calm herself down, Sindy frantically searched through the drawers and cupboards looking for something to defend her family with, and came across a kitchen knife, she traced the long blade, as her eyes widened at the thought of what she could do with this. She found some smaller throwing knives, and put them into her left sweater pocket.

"Looks like all that practice from throwing pens at Drew will finally come in handy," she thought.

She turned around to enter the living room, when she stopped dead in her tracks at what she heard. A tear rolled down her cheek, as she heard a scream, after scream, after scream, totalling up to 4 screams.

Had she known what had happened? Of course she did, but she didn't want to accept it. She was speechless, and felt like her whole world came crashing down onto her shoulders.

Her legs were shaking, she felt them getting weaker and weaker. Another tear rolled down her cheek, and lost in thought, she nearly dropped her knife, snapping her out of it, and realized she had to hide.

Wiping her tears with her sleeve, she looked around the kitchen, and spotted a dark corner of the room, a counter top with shelves above it, it was completely consumed by darkness, and anything would be invisible hidden in it.

She climbed onto the counter and then onto the shelf, keeping her head low, since the ceiling was right above her. Sindy would like to say she was brave and didn't fear this man, she'd like to say that ever so much, but she knew that would be a white lie.

Sindy was shaking on the shelf, her heart was pounding in her chest, beads of sweat were rolling down the side of her forehead, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she had to bite her tongue to keep herself from screaming.

In order to distract herself from the grave situation (though it didn't really work), she tried looking around the room, inspecting it, trying to avoid the corpse.

The bottle of bleach was next to the sink, like normal, the sink was filled with water, and the bottom cupboards were taken off their hinges, her father's tool box lay next to it, his brand new hammer laying next to it. The kitchen table had its bowl of fruits on it, the four chairs around it, all like it used to be.

Had the man tried to hide the corpse in the cupboards hoping they wouldn't find it till the next morning?

The killer barged in angrily like the first time. He had light hair and a grizzly beard. He looked about 40, his face was scarred severely, and his eyes were wide and crazed looking, that looked from left to right quite often. His teeth were yellowed and had many cavities and dark spots.

He walked over to the woman, his steps heavy, the light utensils on the kitchen counters rattling, and he spoke.

"You filthy liar, there was no girl here, just the little boy part was true."

He was addressing the dead woman, this man must be crazy, she thought. Had they known about them before?

"And you thought that just for that we'd hook up? Dirty girl," did the woman trade Sindy's family for that? Who was she anyways?

"They say a person's eyes are the windows to their souls," he said while he looked like he was looking at his nails.

"Looks like you've got none, bitch," he said, revealing and tossing the missing eyeball at the woman's dead corpse.

Sindy tried to mentally reassemble the woman's face, where her right eyeball would have been, and her left cheek. Suddenly, it came to her. She was a lifeguard at the lake, and paid more attention to the guys there than the people's safety, and seemed quite annoyed with Brian's screaming. Were they the van that followed them home?

The man walked over to the sink, and poured some bleach into the water, and was about to wash his cleaver in it, but stopped and walked over to an organ that lay by the woman, picked it up, and took a bite out of it. Sindy felt the vomit crawl up her throat, but forced it back down.

He sat on a chair next to the kitchen table, and continued to devour the woman's raw liver.

"I'll just wait for the little girl to make some noise," he said chewing, referring to Sindy. "then I'll kill her," he finished and swallowed.

Sindy was at wit's end at this point. Her blood was boiling, and she no longer felt sad, but a feeling she's never felt before, and it coursed through her body, like a race horse to the finish line. This man had killed her family for no reason, this woman had traded her family for sex with a killer, and he assumed that just because it was silent, and he was some killer, it was safe and there was no danger what so ever?

"You're wrong. Sometimes the silence is deadlier than noise," croaked Sindy, her voice raspy from holding back the tears.

Her voiced bounced off the walls, confusing the killer.

"Who the hell-" he said standing up, raising his cleaver.

Sindy chuckled darkly, as the man turned in circles looking for the girl. The feeling that pumped through her veins was like rage, adrenaline, and insanity, and for some reason, it felt good.

All her life she'd been a 'good girl', and it felt nice to be good, but this new bad feeling felt even better.

When the man turned his back to her, she pounced on his back, her knife above his neck, laughing maniacally, her voice no longer raspy, but before she could move, he threw her to the ground.

She gasped for air, the blow knocking the oxygen right out of her lungs.

As she propped herself up on her elbow, the man yelled like an ancient warrior charging to the enemy, and came up behind her and put her in a head lock with his arms, choking her violently.

She clawed at his arms which weren't budging, and out of defence, pulled a throwing knife from her sweater pocket, and jabbed him in the leg.

"Gah!" He yelled in pain, releasing her immediately and backing up, dropping her knife, Sindy took the opportunity to punch him square in the face, gasping for air in the process.

As he held his nose, Sindy regretfully leaned over to pick up her knife, where the blood butcher decided to just end it all here, and drown her over by the sink. He pushed her towards the counter, and forced her head into the water.

She struggled to hold her breath, a burning sensation slapping her skin, her head bobbing around trying to get free but failing miserably.

She mistakingly opened her right eye, which was quickly over come by a severe stinging, causing her to screech under the water.

She squeezed her eye shut, and elbowed him in the 'area', using all the might she could, causing him to yell in agonizing pain, and collapsed on the ground.

Turning on the water, Sindy rinsed out her eye, luckily for her, there wasn't that much bleach in the water, and it wasn't exposed to it too long, her sight remained the same, but it definitely took it's toll on her appearance.

Sindy quickly staggered over to the mirror hung on the wall, and looked at her eye.

She blinked, batting her long eyelashes up and down trying to see if she could wake up from what she saw.

Her eye was red and bloodshot, and her iris was white, and outlined black. Her pupil remained the same. Her eyes were two different colours now, and one was an inhuman colour.

As she looked at herself in disbelief, a metal spoon came flying to the mirror breaking it into shards in her face, a shard cutting her right across her right eye, resembling that of Scar's from the lion king. She screamed and was pushed to the ground, the killer scrambling to look for his knife. Sindy smiled at the feeling of a cold, large rectangle underneath her.

"I think you dropped something," she said revealing the butcher knife that lay beneath her, barely cutting her.

The blood butcher widened his eyes, the hairs on his neck standing on end. He was defenceless now, and this girl had several different weapons. He was old and run down, she was young and flexible.

It was in these moments that he was thinking, that Sindy decided to sneak out her other throwing knife, which she had hidden in her other pocket, and prepared to throw it at him, when the blood butcher spoke.

"My name, is Arnold Baxter. I was formerly known, as the blood butcher." Sindy have a silent gasp, she had heard about him a year or two ago on the news, he had killed 7 people in Vancouver.

Sindy's eyes lowered to the woman next to her, to the door, then back to him.

"W-why?" She asked her eyes tearing up again.

"Hey, listen here little girl, why is your family more important than others?" The blood butcher growled.

Sindy remained silent. She glared at him through her hair that covered her right eye, her grip on her knife tightening, and licking her soft lips, let him continue, deciding to test her patience.

"Exactly, it isn't. So why should I kill another family instead of yo-" Walter was cut off by his own blood that was drowning him in his throat.

"Because my family means the world to me," Sindy said through clenched teeth, after she threw her knife at him, landing right in his throat, he now remained on the ground, holding his neck tightly.

A tear silently rolled down her cheek as she walked over to him, bent over him, and with her right hand's fingers, traced around his right eye.

"You know. They say eyes are the windows to a person's soul," she said pulling out his right eye, his yells of pain echoing through out the room.

"Oh, looks like you've got none..." she said pulling out her knife.

"...bitch," she continued, cutting off the eye from it's optic nerve.

She then pulled out her knife from where it was planted, and replaced it with her French knife, (though she didn't really care what kind of knife it was, as long as it got her now-set standards) and stabbed and sliced him multiple times, making sure to take her time, muttering how disgusting he was. She then carved random squiggles and lines into his abdomen, perfecting her work of art.

When she was sure he was dead, she stood up, and looked at her blood covered knife.

She went over to the sink, and washed off the knives she used, when she saw a small jar, it was a candle jar but was now empty. It was cute, probably only capable of holding around 100 mL's of liquid, but she didn't care. She picked it up and walked over to the man. Using her small throwing knife, she sliced his throat.

"I wonder why I didn't do this first," she said to herself as she filled the jar with his blood. Realizing she dropped the eye ball on the ground, she picked up her Father's hammer that was next to her, and smashed it.

After filling the jar and smashing the eye, she shoved the jar in her pocket, and placed the hammer on the table.

Glancing at the wall, Sindy got an idea. She retrieved the jar of blood from her pocket, opened it, and dipped her middle finger in it.

She wrote on the wall, what would change her life forever, "The Silence is deadlier than noise". At first she thought it was somewhat true, but now she knew it was. Sindy looked at herself in the mirror again, her eyes no longer bloodshot or red, but she still had "white" as an eye colour, then sat down at the kitchen table, and sighed. She didn't understand a lot of things.

Why didn't she die instead of her family? Why didn't the woman tell him about another family instead of hers? Did they follow them home is that how he found them? At the time, Sindy was just raging, but hurting immensely.

She didn't want to live anymore, what was the point? Her family was gone, she was a killer, but felt like she was being torn in two.

Part of her wanted to kill, just kill everything and everyone in the world. Another part of her just wanted to die. The part that wanted to kill consuming her. The kitchen window blew open, the chilly wind blowing inside. Sindy zipped up her purple hoodie, feeling her iPhone and ear buds in her pocket, and hugged herself, feeling her long knife in her pocket.

She traced the blade of the knife, and was debating whether to go see her family for the last time, or to just run away into the woods.

She pulled out her iPhone and ear buds, and listened to the first thing that was on, "Kill Everybody" by Skrillex, closed her eyes, and clenched her knife as she thought about what to do.

When she opened her eyes again, she looked around the room, her eyes widened, and her her heart stopped. The corpse of the blood butcher, was gone. The body of the lifeguard was still there, but the blood tracks went to the open window.

Sindy's heart raced, how could he have gotten away? She was sure he was dead, he didn't even have a pulse. Was he even human? Now she knew what she had to do. She was going to find the Blood Butcher, and kill him, once and for all.

Sindy got up, and holding her knife, made her way to the window, looking out to the forest, knowing the blood butcher was out there.

As she jumped out the window, she breathed, and sang along with the song,

"I want to kill everybody in the world."

--- "... This note was found stuffed in Patricia's throat, and has been addressed to everyone :

'Dear future victims,

Please know, that just because it's silent, doesn't mean it's safe, because the silence, is deadlier than noise. So when your asleep at night, and it's really quiet, and you see the dark shadows in the corner of your room, well, don't say I didn't warn you.

Your safe till the noise stops, The Silence (X)'"

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