User:Silent Noah and Henry the Scissors

Snip, snip, snip. Said the scissors. Oh, Hello. I’m pleased to meet you, I would shake your hand but unfortunately I cannot. My name is Henry. You’ll find out more about me soon for the story is about my best friend. The bestest best friend a friend could ever ask for named Noah. Noah doesn’t speak so I speak for him, there is a reason I call him Silent Noah but you’ll know more once I unspin the webbing from this tale. You see it was strange how Noah and I met we somehow it seemed destined to meet one another however I wouldn’t know from Noah’s end since the boy doesn’t speak...Its harder to talk considering my ‘condition’ and the form I take place in. I shall start with…

It was an icy cold December. All the trees were bare and black from the roots up. It was snowing down in the outskirts of London Southwark. As the snow melted down my cheeks I felt the coldness power down my pale face. I have dark hair, darker than my parents since my mum and father are both tall and lanky. They are pale like me only I am more a greyish colour with hint of faint cream. They remind me of uncooked pretzel dough. They both have brown straight hair and my father has green hazel like eyes while my mum has light caramel brown eyes. They both wear strange colourful clothing while I wear all black. They are extremely tall and I am extremely small. I have light brown eyes that often shift to red which scares my mum, but my father a lot more. They call me the devils child. I also have black hair wear an all black hoodie, black skinny jeans with black properly laced combat boots with a knife. So you can obviously tell by now these people aren’t my real parents my “guardians.”

I was a newborn when I met my guardians. And boy when they fought I cried in my crib. They always fought they still do...While I sobbed in my crib hysterically they kept the fight up about what to do with me. Then this strange pasty white hand lunging out for me placing its finger to my forehead comforted me while I layed and it looked down at me. My tears no longer, I stare up at it while it stares down at me directing its eye contact locking within my own. When my mum came in or was headed up the stairs the hand crept away. It always followed me no matter where even towards school and back home. It lurked and loomed as though it was personally attached to me. I felt as though I was bounded to this hand that only it got me. It was Christmas break and like most loners I had no friends. Somehow I felt a strange comfort not having anyone but my shadow friend. I always spoke to it when no was listening or around. When my guardians came to see whom I was speaking to I always stared back at them shrugging. They no longer trying to figure out my “Imaginary friends” they shut the door sealing me inside with my shadow.

I sat staring at my window my arms pressed crossed together as I peered down out my window in silence. People claimed I was an introvert because I liked to spend endless hours being alone in my room though my parents found it unhealthy. I stopped speaking to people around 4 years of age I never spoke to my real parent after they yelled at me constantly claimed I made up stories of shadow people. They gave me away because they feared about the shadow people...mostly I think they fear the unknown like everyone does. We lash out at others when we fear what we do not know or doesn’t make sense. Normally these people died, some people tried killing me I often think my guardians might of set it up so they could rid me once and for all. My room was my safe haven you could say. I confined myself with my door of them while they hid out away from me anyways. I stared hoping to find something from being bored. As the hours went by so did my boredom I sat alone on my bed then switched to my chair drawing. I had drawings all over my walls. Dozens of pictures plastered to my walls in charcoal of the hand drawn out reaching for me. Reaching to take me to a new place away from these dreaded people. My mum entered my room once after I finally got home from a day of school. She didn’t like the pictures and asked about them but you already know my response. Silence. I grew weary as did my body collapsing into bed I felt the eternal slumbers cloak their sleeping veil around my now pale bare body as I lay in bed drifting to blissful sleep. My eyes opened as felt the presence of the shadows lunging out for me then pasty white hands reached out two of them now...A black almost pinstripe suit like a handsome groom for a wedding reached out. I felt it. The shadows pulling me into its clutches the grasp firm while it held me tightly to it. The comfort was strange but a wonderful feeling to have.

I shut my eyes falling into the darkness with it only to awake the next morning. Nothing but darkness expect the moon bathed onto my floor as I got up I heard the tap, tap, tap. I glanced around my room. Searching until I felt the tapping vibrate throughout my entire body the hand was in the shadows of my room again. Getting up shoving the bedspread off I lept off trotting over towards it. Sheer silence. I glimped up towards the shadow bearing no expression but pleased to see it I stood staring up. The pasty white hand touched my black marble hair before taking ahold of my left hand steering me towards the window letting go once the light came in contact. I shifted my gaze over at it before turning my attention back to the window peering out as cold air from my nostrils fogged the window having to swipe clean a few times. I peered out looking for something until the figure appear a slight yelp escaped as I fell backwards with a thud. After a moment or two-- I quickly scrambled up climbing the windowsill again until glancing outwards. The shadow was thin, he looked almost like a man a tall thin man. His attire was all black pinstriped like suit fit for a groom, his face was pasty like the pasty white hand. Then his head, oh his head, was a shape of a man but bared no expression it was nearly impossible to tell where a face could start without his cheekbones protruding out.

I sat frightened knowing it was the shadow but never really knowing he took a human like form. I yanked for quite sometime until my cold window unhinged to where I may poke my head out like a mouse sniffing to check its surrounding area for safety. While hung off most of it I looked up at him of course he knew I didn’t speak but nor did he. He held out both his hands before I could fall over catching me I looked up as he glanced down intently over my body. I was in fear of heights and this did not help me considering it felt like he was going to yank me over and release me at any moment I was unaware of. Before I could back in fear he vanished I looked around trying to figure out how one could even do these things before vanishing. I drew back not noticing that he had left me something. It was...cold. Icey cold two hand like opening handles. I pulled the window shut from the draft and sat in the moonlight turning them over to finally put two and two together that he had given me scissors. Why scissors…? I suppose soon I’ll find out when the timing was right. It gave me a slight chill knowing he gave me these. Either way I slipped them onto my table before curling into a small ball to sleep. I had dozed off soundly before attempting to wake up from the sun shining down over my half way opened eyes. Blinking a few times I got up out of bed and slipped my way down the hall past my parents empty room since they were at work where a giant mirror lay mounted on the wall confined with a desk underneath it. I lurked my way off towards the bathroom brushing my teeth to find myself later eating breakfast. I couldn’t help but think about those scissors while I dreamt and on top of that the shadow being a man like figure. It was all so unclear what all of this meant how badly I seeked answers for my questions. I left to my room. Then I heard “Snip, snip, snip.” I blinked wondering what was making the noise sounding like scissors. I turned over until I heard snipping and tearing. I jumped right up and peered down to see the scissors was ALIVE. On my bed. No, it was just snipping. I took it into my hands glancing down as my eyes fell upon some words inscribed within it. I opened it saw the name “Henry.” I looked at the scissors blinking as to why they had a name inscribed in them. Did this mean they were the owners?

“Henry?” Thought Noah. As the scissors reacted violently Noah fell back dropping them to the floor with a soft clattering noise. For a brief moment or two a slight coughing came to follow up by a strange voice in his room. Grabbing the scissors thinking it was the figure he pulled back against his wall holding them until he felt the scissors move in his grasp. Blinking he pulled them up close to his face a the voice cracked out, “H--Hello?” Noah blinked while the scissors stared back softly saying again, “Hello..?” As Noah choked a bit on his breath he just stared as the scissors who spoke again. “Hello...I don’t really remember what happened or how I got here I just can’t seem to find my limbs..” As Noah peered down at them he brought them close like always Noah didn’t even speak to the scissors. The scissors continued, “You see I was once human...hard to believe but something happened..I lost myself you see.” He paused. “Well.” He said. As he explained how he was once human and something happened to kill him to wake up in this state he never fully recovered but now has accepted his fate as scissors.

Henry spoke as Noah listened silently just watching his eyes blinking occasionally. Henry retorted, “You’re a very silent young man you know.” As he snipped a few times seeming to be him looking up at him he watched Henry. As Henry spoke countless times. After awhile he gave up knowing Noah wasn’t going to speak so he figured he’d speak for him. It was strange. Noah held Henry close Henry talking knowing Noah would just listen gave them both strange comfort. Few days had passed his parents still ignoring watching the telly except when having to sit down to dinner with him. They looked at him. He held Henry tightly as his mother felt uneasy she asked him several time before his dad told him to put them up. Henry watched these couple of days wondering why they did not like Henry...it made Noah want Henry out more often only to displease them.

After they grew weary of Henry his father took Henry while Noah had to study for school. Noah lived on from there without Henry’s company. It was quite sometime Noah had forgotten poor old Henry. He thought about him sometimes but picking up a pair just like him he knew he had to find him. Henry cut days into the wooden drawer...one day, then the next day then the next. It seemed rather tiresome keeping track for dear old Noah had forgotten to look for him. This made Henry sad for about 6 months straight. Henry sat alone...for more days since he happened to lose track sleeping in. This made Henry feel..well something he had forgotten to feel. Anger. He felt angry he was sealed away in this stupid drawer, he was angry his parents feared him for he was nothing but good to their son. He was even a bit mad Noah not seeking to find him anymore. For a good long year had passed and Noah was 8 years old. Henry missed a lot so one day while his parents left for a movie date night Noah stalked the house for Henry. It had been 3 hours before Henry shuffled around in a drawer while Noah yanked it open finding Henry. Noah had spent the time away hating his parents taking his only friend from him. Noah was so happy to find his bestest best friend a friend he could ever ask for back. Henry seemed so tiny since Noah grew a few inches. Henry was so pleased to see his bestest best friend again. As Noah and Henry reunited Noah sat in his room listening never closing the drawer. You see, Noah was quite sad losing Henry and it was nice to have some company even if he didn’t speak to him. Henry blathered on relentlessly about being quite sad and lonely for being locked away so long that he lost track of the days. Noah showed him it what year it was before Henry fell silent.

Noah blinked to the long pause before Noah took him over to the window. Noah and Henry loomed over the window while he opened it listening out as his parents drove up. Henry nudged for Noah to pull him forward so Noah did….now they listened intently. Emily spoke, “I love Noah but he gives me the creeps.” Richard spoke, “Emily...our son is creepy, he scares us both and what’s worse he’s never uttered a single word to either of us...its scarier to know my own child won’t even speak he just stares with those dead icey red eyes…” Emily yelped out, “Richard! How could you say that about our little boy! Hes a boy...hes just...not used to us…” Richard retorted back, “Emily. A year has passed and the boy looks at us like hes going to kill us!” Emily glanced down her eyes filled with tears. Richard caressed her deeply within his touch as Noah turned his head. Henry stared up at the boy feeling awful he had to hear his own guardians call him names. Richard spoke again, “Emily, I think its best we give Noah back…” Emily shot a glance up at him tears streaming like endless river banks. Richard continued, “Emily...hes a freak. I know you hate that word but he he IS.” A little monster-- Emily screamed back, “HE IS NOT A MONSTER! DON’T YOU DARE CALL HIM THAT EVER AGAIN!” Emily ran inside crying. Richard sighed before taking a quick smoke break.

Noah stood his head slightly leaned out gripping the windowsill he eyes halfway shut as he peered before leaving to sit on the floor. Silence. Henry glanced to his beloved friend and said, “Noah..?” Noah stood silent. Henry spoke, “I know a way to make them take back those words….” Henry said with pursed lips behind his silver shining gleam. Noah sat and listened. Emily’s feet moved around downstairs shuffling about as he could hear his father grunting. The noises proceeded as Noah got up after a while of listening to Henry. Henry spoke, “Awake my Noah. Awake.” Noah awoke from being on the floor as Henry had his beautiful silver lining glycinin from the light. Noah grabbed on his hoodie, jeans and boots. When he put the clothing on he slipped his head through the hood to see a grey mask he had created with his mother long ago that never quite went well left onto his bed. He took the broken mask and went down to his father’s workshop for a couple of hours until the sky had fallen to night time skies.

The day already had felt strange. How his mum felt a draft in the air..A chilling and a suspenseful draft. The dread lingered as she shrugged it off going back to preparing dinner. As Noah creaked open the door he peered out listening intently. His father got up wondering what was making so much noise. He got up looking around as his wife turning on the blender. The noise of the blender clashed with Noah’s sound of the machine. Richard listened around knowing what the sound was...he opened the basement door slowly taking each foot after the other. He feared the floorboards under his foot would creak if he pressed down too hard so he took one step at a time not wanting to give himself away. He stopped seeing his machine for cleaning off wood was running. He had suspicious Noah had done it but refused to turn it off. He looked around for Noah and asked gently, “Noah? Are you in here?” Silence responded back. “Noah?” said Richard again. No response. He looked around and called for Noah as the blender whirled even louder. “Noah, enough of these games…” Silence. “NOAH you little freak I said get out--” As loud thud hit the floor Emily stopped the blender.

She looked around, no noise, so she turned back to cooking the blender whirled again. As Richard groaned he sat upright in a chair as only the hanging the light bulb was the only light shining above him. Richard moved while moving seeing nothing but a trail of blood behind him. He shuffled seeing that he wasn’t tied up so he tried to leap up and run but bellowed out in great agony falling to the floor. As he tried to get up and run he felt his ankles seeping out puddles of blood and cut right in the tendencies. He groaned out in pain trying to drag himself away but a soft hand caught him and yanked him backwards back into the seat. He looked around as the soft child like hand held his chin up towards the machine. He struggled as something sharp pierced right through both of his hands. He yelped out loudly and wiggled only making his hands bleed even more from behind. He shuffled a bit as the hand pulled his face towards the running machine. Richard screaming and struggling as the head came forward splitting hunks of his chin all around the room blood painting the walls as the screams echoed perfectly until Richards hands came apart.

As the hands shook violently in blood the soft clatter hit the floor until the noise was picked up off the floor dragged behind just a bit with the sound of..scissors. Richard only helpless enough to see through one eye peered behind no jaw intact only half his nose and eye were left. His body laid limp against the machine still running the chunks of his flesh forward into a spinning motion getting got every so often before running again. As the hands let go of shoulder before getting caught into the machine the hand took a hold of the chair and yanked him backwards up right. It was then a small pair of hands swung the scissors forward showing his mutilated face. As the groans retorted as screams muffled up by the lack of jaw left behind the scissors slowly….just slowly lifted upwards. It was nothing but darkness this hand was never seen it was a childs hand but Noah wore gloves...ALWAYS. Then the masked showed...then nothing but a single red intensed eye gleamed back like the scissors. Then a soft voice broke the silence and muffled pleas of help. “Hello...Richard.” He had never heard Noah but it couldn’t be Noah...he could hear his son’s breathing. The faint breathing escaped through the eye opening but no voice from behind. Then he turned. He saw it. It. It was talking to HIM. The scissors opened and close as if it were speaking but he couldn’t comprehend the words spurting out from its mouth. Then he slashed upwards yanking Noah a bit to slash across the leftovers from his face. He shot up right squirming violently until he fell. Noah lifted Henry. Henry chortled and snickered with delight as Noah pressed onward towards his guardian. Richard Noah and Henry played the game of Cat chase the Mouse. Poor old Richard couldn’t move very well and Henry grew quite tired of him escaping so he commanded Noah. “Noah, the hands next.” The father turned over to his side looking up at his son the once grey eyes that held no emotion in his past was what he knew but these eyes...they were red as the blood he was about to spill. As he crawled away with the last stroke of might Noah swung Henry down several times into him the groans grew violently. Henry was stabbed so much through him that pieces just flew around all over the room and Noah drenched in sweet blood.

Richard was no longer human but a distorted image of what was him. When Noah and Henry finished Noah lurked up the stairs making the floorboards squeak after each step he took. His mother done and preparing the table walked back towards the kitchen grabbing the forks and napkins. She turned around and stood perfectly still as Noah stood in the living room nearly by the kitchen covered and blood with his fathers remaining meat clung to him like a drape. He stood snipping. The soft snip, snip, snip. She pulled back and peered down at her bloody son shaking she rested on the sink her hands behind her. She began to speak softly in a voice of soothing silk, “Noah...sweetie...why are you dressed like that..? What happened to you..?” She glanced down to her little boy covered in a blanket of red dripping blood. He just looked at her his eyes locked with hers as he let Henry snip away. Then he began to speak, “Mother….” Henry looked up at Noah. Taken back she pressed hard into the sink her hand behind her digging into the drain. Noah stared.

She quivered in fear tearing up as she screamed for Richard but no response was left. “Mother….” said Noah again. Emily spoke, “Please stop this Noah...I don’t like this game you are playing.” Noah stood silent. The silence lingered until the lights went out. She made a soft yelp and looked around she whimpered digging for a knife until she felt one in the drain. She left her hand in place holding the knife trying not to make any noise but still wiggle it a bit just in case. The voice spoke, “He was a very naughty man…” She stood choking on her words in sheer silence. “He never wanted anyone happy but himself…” “STOP IT NOAH.” Emily yelled. “He only wanted you to make his food….watch your telly--” “NOAH!!!” She screamed again. “He only wanted you for the bed and money….EMILY.” “HE NEVER WANTED EITHER OF US!!! HOW COULD YOU KNOW WHAT HE WANTED YOU LITTLE MONSTER!!!!!” Silence. “N--Noah..?” Silence responded back. She looked around in a panic but nothing but silence and the darkness toyed at her mind. She shook violently and began to scream but the lights turned on….Her knees ready to buckle inwards as she stood sobbing begging for this to end. She screamed and sobbed drawing the knife holding it searching for another in the drain.

Her panting became louder as she breathed outwards. He could feel her cold exhaling air press through his mask as he awaited in the shadows. “Monster..?” She exhaled loudly letting it to be a soft yelp as the voice called out again…”MONSTER? What sort of monster stays under the roof of monstrous pitiful beings such as yourselves….” said Henry. “WE AREN’T MONSTERS NOAH! YOU ARE!” bellowed Emily. The voice cackled as she dug around for the knife even more. “I wouldn’t suggest playing with knives the voice retorted in sing song manner. The crude taunt caused her to scream ready to fling the knife before everything turned on all at once. Henry began to laugh as the lights flickered violently, plates came toppling down, the drawers smashing and closing. Everything shook and shook everything plugged up turned on...then the scream..oh the wonderful scream. Emily screamed turning her back to Noah and Henry as the sinks disposal turned on severing her hand into tiny hunks. She screamed and screamed as Noah sat there watching….his silence made it even more antagonizing. She screamed until nothing but her mashed up hand and blood squirted all in her face until it all STOPPED. She dropped to her knees crying softly….Noah’s tiny feet thudded as he pressed toward her…

She screamed for him to burn in hell. Noah kept going. “GO AWAY YOU DEVILS CHILD!” Noah stopped as he stood looming over his once motherly figure who appear to take a form of some devil herself. The words she echoed weren’t her but the fear that played with her mind like a violin being strummed to the strings of sorrow. She sobbed as he stood over her. She choked on her tears and blood hunks that hit her in the face as Noah took a handful of her hair into his clutches and lifted her head up towards him. Henry tried to speak but Noah shushed him harshly. Henry remained silent for the time being as he peered into his mothers eyes. She glimpsed up at the boy who was once a child but bear a mark of evil upon the sweet hollowed grey eyes. As for Emily….the last thing she saw before Henry entered her body was the mask lowering, bearing his tiny pale face that was a ghost, the soft pink lips sweet as a sakura petal blossoming, the tiny crinkled nose, the thick black ravens hair darker than skies of midnight itself to meet the new gaze of Noah’s blood thirsty red eyes. The eyes of blood that took the very life from her as Henry cut right through her entire neck sending her head flying across the room.

Her body dropped like a pile of potatoes in a sack. Her body that was once moving and hard lay like an angels body frail and limp. Henry was covered in sweet sweet blood, a cloaking veil tarnished by the blood covered both him and the childlike Noah. He turned away grabbing everything he knew that would finish the job he needed. He put every towel and cloth like material to sit upon the stoves top while lighting them burners. His mother’s hair dryer under a pillow he played with a bunch of cords before mashing them all together into the wall. He brought the lighter his father used to smoke with outside with him as he clutched Henry in his other hand silent, they both stood in the driveway. Waiting. He stood and sat down as a soft lullaby his mother sang for him to sleep played. Before Henry could utter a word Noah hummed the lullaby as the moment seemed endless the entire house was engulfed within flames, row after row each house down endless blocks masked in flames were burned off. Noah getting up held Henry like a blanket in his hand he dangled loosely from his fingertips as him and Noah sang the lullaby watching each scream and person he knew perish. Noah trotted off with Henry as the screams echoed endlessly, hands painted in cherry red blood splattered on their windows being choked out by smoke and flames.

Noah found himself drawn to the forest so he did as the leading wanted before turning he saw a group of kids playing in the forest that night. It seemed to be a game of tag, Noah stood behind a thick naked tree as they other kids screamed out for the child they were going to find. But find they would... Noah sat as the boy came running near a tree close enough to see Noah if he had turned around. The soft crunch made the boy turn around as he began to laugh about his friend finding him. He was quickly silenced as the boys screamed smeared red all over the forests bark. Noah loomed over him as he heard a crack he turned around he nearly bumped into a figure. The tall slender figure he saw countless years in his room watching over, him stood before him now. The pasty white hand reached down and clutched the boys cheek in a manner of comfort before it slid up to rest upon his head. Noah looked up at his newly made friend however now the creature took the childs hands guiding him to follow him as Noah did in sheer silence.

The man stood as the other children searched for their friend as he stood, he held Noah’s little hand and patted Henry knowing that his maker had come to them both. The tiny boys hand pressed to his leg as he rested his head on him knowing now that this man was his family. He pulled his arm away as he extended his extremely long arm out toward the other childrens direction. Noah stepped in front of him as his father stood behind him. The children laughed for the moment being they would be alive for now. But soon as Noah and Henry caught them in their game of tag…… they would dance the dance of the dead when they were once alive. “So you see? This story wasn’t just about me, it was me and Noah. But as you can see…..we have some matter to attend to now but this is the story of Silent Noah, for there is always room in his forest of death….”