Short Story : The Silencer : 'The Silencer'

Six wrestling mats mantled the floors, three in each of the two gymnasiums. A battle was being fought on every one, each and every soldier using all of the weapons in his arsenal. The hands of the victors were raised while the heads of the defeated drooped. The bleachers were packed with spectators. In the thin corridor that separated the two gymnasiums, people shuffled through, walking, talking, and laughing. Wrestlers occupied the indoor track that encircled the upper floor of the gymnasiums. Awaiting their next battle, the warriors prepared their minds and bodies.

She screamed, digging her fingernails into the ropes the beasts used to tie her with the chair. Just then, a tall soldier with a row of flashy badges pinned on his clothing marched towards Soon-Young. She struggled to untie the ropes. She wished to slap –or at least give a good punch to his face. He bent his back, his ugly face nearly touching her forehead.

She pounded on the wall and screamed at the top of her lungs, but eventually after her anger was unleashed she felt that it was futile and started to bite her tongue while tearing up.

Lystra awoke to the sounds of death. Sitting up, she was surrounded by the other Deceived in the alcove as they stared at the Unable. In lines, some were shot; others were pushed through another door. Lystra didn’t watch, not at first, but held her hands to her ears, and counted the pairs of shoes she saw in front of her. The sound of shooting stopped soon enough, and the others in the alcove eventually lost interest. Some sat, some paced, others huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves.

BANG, BANG, the gun fires off. She knows what she has done is wrong, but she did not know what to do, he had to pay for what he has done. She stands there looking at his cold lifeless body lying on the hardwood floor, she sees blood leaking onto the floor. She cannot stay here, she puts the gun down beside him and flees, she does not know where she is going, she just knows she has to run.

The man's lips pursed as he attempted to gauge her inner thoughts in the brief time it took Analise to provide it. He'd seen the way she had appraised him, and an eyebrow had raised. What was she expecting? For him to have "murderer/rapist" stamped on his forehead? That image caused

Youngest to oldest, lightest to heaviest, the top two wrestlers were announced and would battle face to face for the title. I could hear the roar of the crowd outside as competitive matches came to an end. The tunnel was sweltering and filled with passionate contenders. As I came to the end of the tunnel my dad said, “Go out and give it your all. Win or lose you are still a winner in my heart.” as he stood by my side. His words struck me and lingered in my mind. As time closed in on my turn, nerves kicked in more than ever and I started to get butterflies in my stomach, but I concentrated on my final destination; walking away 'state

The bout begins with Warryn and Sigorn moving to the middle of the field. Sigorn Karstark, yelling shouts at the crowd, almost not even paying attention. Quickly, Warryn moves in to take advantage of the distracted man, but Karstark turns and brushes away the sword of Warryn and quickly dents the mans armor

She held back a lot of anger, and let it come out in an aggressive manner.

At this point she looked up, her face was one that had been drained of any life, eyes bloodshot and raging.

For the battle,everyone held their breath and placed their hearts on hold. Not a sound could be heard other than pained groans,tired breath,and the clash of steel on steel. Soon,there was a winner. Breath was returned to everyone,as well as shock.

Sherlock handed one of the guys his card. “If you see him again or someone of a suspicious nature again around her, you can reach me at that number.”

She glanced at me then sniggered ‘Percy, you deserve this! Confess and suffer less pain!’ Her thick black hair was flying in the wind like a thousand black crows in the sky. Her skin was dusted with evil looking scales and her wicked smile gave away the sight of her teeth which were covered in black

My eyes flickered once or twice before they were fully open. I soon adjusted to my surroundings, and noticed the proceeding chaos enclosing me. Nevertheless, I couldn’t determine what the ongoing situation was; there were deafening shrieks and the occasional cries likely to send shivers down your spine. Angry guards, all sick with shock, darted around clamouring, and attempting to express their desolation, “Treason. Murder.” Witnessing the murder of their loyal leader would be challenge to overcome. My mind was blank and my head was pounding, I felt empathetically light headed, almost to the point where I just wanted to close my heavy eyes and never open them again. What has become of me? It is only a matter of time before they denounce me.

She glanced quickly at the pavement in front of her then right up to the figure. The moon shone brightly behind the figure, long black hair illuminated. As it walked closer, the lights behind the windows at the feet of the figure were killed. She felt like she was at a shootout with an unknown enemy. She pretended the sweat slicking her neck was from the hot desert air, that her eyes were stinging from the sand flying to her face.