The Silencer. FREDDY

The child

Many live in the world but few know what is going on right under their noses. 

The world is vast, enormous as it is, with it are the abominations of human, from murder to r**e, from r**e to suicide. Millions of heartbreaking actions are taken towards people. 

And... What about them? Children? Young souls with pure energies. Them who hold innocence in their eyes, their tiny touches, their weightless steps. Their loud giggles coming from a whole new dimension, where pain does not exist. 

Then monsters comes barging into that dimension yanking them to the real world, to our world. But here is a whole different story... A least expected of a life.

That year thousands to millions of children were announced missing all around the world. Young children ranging from age two to twelve, innocent children who had destiny before them. It was such a calamity to have them missing, half of the generation was been ripped off but little did they people know, that those who called themselves lovers of the people, were these same people who stole away their sleep, who cause them to shed tears, who left them with melancholic souvenirs. The people who took away their 'children'

The security department had surely expected distress calls when they got a call from an anonymous speaker. The efforts to get all details from him were to no avail. 

All he said was, "A victim was kidnapped and is been tortured. I think he won't take it any longer, is been six years. I can't continue to ignore it. Save him, save a life..." Then the line goes off. 

The security department found themselves bolting out the door for their cars while reaching for their tools. 

The drive was excessively long, after all it was winter. 

They got to the exact spot mentioned by the masked speaker but little did they know what awaited them. 

In their usual silent steps, they sneak into the compound aiming straight ahead for any sign of menacing presence. 

The captain of the crew, Bob, moved to the door and knocked, but no answers rather it was void, the compound was deadly silent so was the inside of the house. 

The captain stepped back and signal for them to barge in. Which they did, the door went down flat and everyone raised their gun carefully and kept their minds on any sort of sound, cause the place was a pure soundless ground. 

However the house was huge with many doors and hallways, it looked pretty inhabited. Couches covered with gray sheets -supposedly white turned gray from so many years of negligence. 

The crew parted in two moving quickly into all corners while the captain stood back taking in the state of the house. 

It was so deserted, the perfect place for a crime, but yet it might be a prank. He thought. After all, the so call speaker didn't give any details but he did sound nervous. 

Maybe a stunt played by some rascal teenager to annoy the securities. 

He sighed as he spotted some of his crew members coming down the stairs. All doubts were clear it was definitely a prank.

His hand still on his gun he kicked his foot against the rogue lightly awaking the particles of dust that took off the floor only to settle in the stagnant air. 

"A stunt huh. Fuckers." Sara the second in command cursed under her breath.

He shook his head sympathetically, in the process his eyes caught something. Just beside the dusty rogue, a rusted handle lay with some of the worn-out steel glistening from the reflection of the light. 

His brows were immediately furrowed as he reached down, he carefully wrapped his fingers on the small handle and gently pulled.

Another chamber was revealed, but down there was dark. 

They all gathered around the new passageway. The captain went down first with careful steps and his gun aimed straight ahead so was his torchlight, his crew followed right behind him in the same manner.

They saw cartons in disarray and shelves with hospital tools. A huge table stood in the center with a red bulb glowing above it. 

On the table were little slim bottles which a substance that looked black due to the color choice of the bulb. 

"Bob." One of the members called. He turned around lowering his gun as he went beside him. By then they were all scattered around searching for any sign of life. 

The captain narrowed his eyes at the labels before him. Adrenochrome

He looked at the man standing next to him who had the same look of rage yet pity. 

"Captain." The uncertain voice of Sara came alerting them all. 

He scurried to her where a door stood, it was not just an ordinary door. It had a title engraved on it, in what looked like dark language. 

On the door were long sliding fingerprints in blood fading down the wall.

The old wooden door was slammed open with a powerful hit from the captain's foot. 

Another room was revealed but it was different from the previous one. Immediately they all backed away as they took in the state of the room. And it looked like voodoo. 

Dried droplets of blood everywhere on the wall, carved figures with horns covered in blood on what seemed like an alter. 

Then what looked like the crucifix with sharp edges like daggers covered in blood hung on the wall.

The slight fear in their minds found completion as they were hit by the loathsome smell from the room forcing their arms over their noses. 

A soft erring sob was what drew their attention to the next door. 

The captain raced to the door after c*****g his gun. A chain and padlock held the door lock and unaccessible. 

Bob shot through the lock pushing the door opened, immediately his heart dropped at the hideous sigh. He had seen a similar scene during his career but this one was pretty different. 

What the speaker meant by hostage was, a little child.

The room was barely large it had no sheets, no couches or chairs just a huge iron stand. Where a naked little figure cover in scars both old and new, with blood oozing out of his multiple cuts sat. He was curled up in his little ball, bones in display with no cover on. 

His hands and feet were chained to the stand. A huge collar-like chain around his neck holding him captive to the stand planted firmly on the ground. 

His messy long hair shielded his scarred face. His little sobs were not audible enough, his body vibrated violently as he refused to move. Around him was a tiny dog-like plate with nothing to fed or drink on. 

There were several candles on the stand and just on the spot he was seated was a huge star with a circle all around. A similar symbol to that on the Israeli flag. Megan David.

"I'm calling the emergencies," Sara said as she pulled out her phone. 

Bob took steps closer to the boy who flinched and curled even more. His born covered hands holding on to his small arms.

"Hey," Bob spoke softly, his voice embracing the lifeless air. The boy tensed. 

"I won't hurt you. I'm Bob and my friends and I would get you out of here." He said while pulling out his free hand. 

"Come on. Don't be scared." He encouraged. 

The shaking does not stop, the boy's eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing fastened. 

"Come on. I'm your friend." He went ahead to place a hand on his skinny ones. 

Immediately his breathing ceased and his head tilted up. 

Bob jumped backward, eyes wide as he gasped. His hand was on his chest as it was his turn to gasp for air. He couldn't stop staring. It was hypnotizing. Then he saw it all, the shadows.

"Bob?" Tony called as he walked up to him. 

Bob managed to get back on his feet his body shaking so badly. 

"Bob?!" Sara his closet mate walked to him, but he just brushed her hand off and headed out. 

His movements were brisk, he muttered words under his breath but loud enough for her to hear. 

"Blood, power, energy. Them, we can't! We can't! We can't! Not him! We'll all die!" He practically ran out of the room grabbing the sharp edges crucifix. 

"Bob! What are you doing? What is wrong with you?!" She yelled. "Drop it, Bob."

He c****d his head to his side. "Let's go or least we die. He, he, is not, he can't be, we can't." He ranted while holding the knife up to his own throat. 

"Bob, stop it! Drop it, Bob! Is not a joke!" She yelled out once again. 

Just when he seemed to snap out of it, the crucifix moved out of touch. It felt like another presence. It was pushed straight into Bob's throat. His eyes went wide and blood slipped out of his mouth before he went down on his knees chest first. 

Sara didn't have the time to react before the objects started flying out of control and the house shook like it was an earthquake.

She ran back to the group, Tony shot through the chains and grabbed the boy forcefully as they all ran to the exit the candles all went out one after the other like someone hand crush them with their finger...

Liberated...