Silent Havoc

He’s Back

“Silas,” a voice called from inside the house.

Perched on the thick branch of a tree just outside his bedroom window, Silas had spent the entire night gazing up at the sky. He hadn’t slept a wink. The stars were beginning to fade, giving way to the early light of dawn. But all he could think about was Zulie—what she might be going through right now.

The sound of his grandmother’s voice broke his train of thought. He climbed down from the tree and slipped back into his room through the window.

“Where did you go?” she asked, standing in the hallway.

“Outside,” he replied flatly, not bothering to explain.

“Outside?” Her voice was laced with disbelief.

Silas had always avoided eye contact with his grandmother. Not because she was violent, but because of the way she looked at him—like he was a curse. For years, she’d reminded him that he was the reason her son, his father, was dead. That he didn’t deserve to be alive. Her words had shaped the broken boy he used to be.

But not today.

Today, Silas stood in front of her, his eyes locked on hers—calm, steady, unflinching.

“What were you doing outside?” she asked, trying to sound stern, but there was a tremble in her voice.

“Nothing, ma,” he said, his tone emotionless, his face unreadable.

She stared at him, confused. The old Silas would have looked away, apologized, tried to explain. But now… something was different. Something had changed.

Moments later, after getting dressed in his school uniform, he reappeared in the hallway.

“Grandma, didn’t you say I should go run some errands for you?” he asked, his voice calm, his usual depressed look completely gone.

She blinked again, trying to process the change. His eyes were no longer sad. No longer desperate for approval or weighed down by guilt.

What’s gotten into him? she wondered. Could it be what the doctor said? That nonsense about him being ‘bitten’?

She never truly believed the story they told her—about his fall, about what happened afterward. All she knew was that he was alive… and that she still hadn’t forgiven him for what happened all those years ago.

“No. You can go,” she finally said, unable to hold his gaze anymore.

“Okay. Bye,” Silas responded, then turned and walked out the door.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t frown. He simply walked—his expression neutral, his aura different. He no longer looked like a boy weighed down by sorrow. He looked like someone on a mission.

And he was.

His thoughts were consumed with one goal—save Zulie from the hands of those bullies… and make them pay.

Arriving at school, the atmosphere shifted immediately. The moment Silas stepped through the school gate, it was like time froze.

Students turned to stare. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. Everyone stood still, their eyes locked on him like they’d seen a ghost.

Whispers began to ripple through the crowd, but Silas didn’t react. He didn’t make eye contact. He simply walked forward with his hands in his pockets, cutting through the hallway like a shadow passing through light.

When he reached his classroom and pushed the door open, the room fell into stunned silence. For the first time in years—he was early.

“Is that… Silas?” one of the school prefects asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

Silas kept walking. He heard the voice, but didn’t acknowledge it. Didn’t slow his pace. He reached his seat and dropped his bag onto the desk, scanning the room for Zulie—but she wasn’t there.

The students stared, murmurs spreading like wildfire.

“Unbelievable,” someone whispered.

Just then, the same prefect from earlier stepped into the classroom, his tone now demanding.

“Hey! Didn’t you hear me talking to you?”

Still, Silas didn’t flinch. He didn’t even glance at him. Instead, he scratched his head, deep in thought.

She should be at school by now… or maybe she’s on the rooftop, he muttered under his breath, speaking only to himself.

Then he started walking again.

The prefect, assuming Silas was finally going to obey, stepped back to clear the way.

But instead of stopping in front of him, Silas walked right past—completely ignoring him like he didn’t exist.

“Huh…”

The entire class let out a collective gasp, stunned by what they had just witnessed.

The school prefect, known for his arrogant demeanor and sense of untouchable power—thanks to his father being the school’s owner—had just been ignored completely. Silas had walked past him without the slightest acknowledgment, as if he were invisible.

Whispers buzzed around the room.

“Is that really Silas?”

“I thought he was dead…”

“Why is he here now, like this?”

The shock wasn’t just from seeing him at school for the first time in weeks, but also from the way he carried himself—his silence, his stillness, his presence. It was almost… ghostlike. Unshaken. Unbothered. Untouchable.

But the prefect wasn’t willing to let the humiliation slide. Face red with anger, he stormed toward Silas and blocked his path.

“Hey! Are you deaf or just stupid?” he shouted. “I’m talking to you!”

Silas didn’t break stride. His hands stayed in his pockets. His expression remained calm, unreadable. It was like the prefect didn’t even exist.

Students were already gathering in the hallway, drawn by the tension.

“Don’t get in my way,” Silas said coldly, his voice low but sharp as a blade. Then he walked past again, heading toward the rooftop staircase.

“You bastard! You’ll hear from my father! You’re finished in this school!” the prefect yelled behind him, trembling with fury. His hand twitched, uncertain whether to strike Silas or not. That was usually his go-to move—intimidation by force, even against seniors.

But this time, something stopped him. Maybe it was the way Silas moved. Or the eerie quiet that followed in his wake.

Meanwhile, word spread like wildfire. The “big boys”—a gang of notorious bullies—had been informed: Silas is back.

None of them believed it until they saw it with their own eyes.

As they made their way down the stairs, they bumped into him.

Silas didn’t stop. He walked directly through their shocked expressions like a shadow slipping through sunlight.

“Is this… is this real?” James muttered, eyes wide with disbelief. “We saw him fall from here. How the hell is he even standing?”

No one answered. They all stood there, mouths agape, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Silas didn’t give them a second glance.

He reached the rooftop.

And just as he had guessed—Zulie was there.

She stood dangerously close to the edge, her feet trembling. Day after day, she came here. Wanting to end it all. But fear always held her back. Still, the emotional torment had worn her down to the bone.

“Zulie,” Silas called.

The sound of his voice was like ice water pouring over her skin. Her body froze. Slowly, she turned around.

Her eyes widened.

Tears welled up instantly.

“S-Silas?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Is… is it really you?”

He nodded with a soft smile. “Yes, it’s me, Zulie.”

She ran to him without hesitation, her sobs erupting freely as she threw her arms around him. She held him tightly, like she was afraid he’d disappear again.

His appearance had changed—his skin clearer, his presence stronger, his posture more assured. It was almost like he’d been reborn. Even he wasn’t entirely sure what had triggered the transformation. But one thing was clear—he wasn’t the same boy they once bullied.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you that day,” Silas said quietly as she clung to him.

Then, gently, he pulled back from the hug, slipping his hands into his pockets once more.

“But I promise you this—I’ll take revenge. And now that I’m here, they’ll never hurt you again.”

Zulie’s sobs grew heavier, her voice shaking with terror. “Silas… they have a video of me. Naked… They recorded it. Pictures too. They’re using it to blackmail me. They said they’ll leak it if I tell anyone. It won’t just destroy me—it’ll ruin my family’s name.”

She collapsed into his chest again, trembling.

Silas remained calm, his expression unreadable as he gently patted her back.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice like cold steel. “I promise you, Zulie. They’ll regret every second of what they did.”

He looked up, his eyes hardened.

Unbeknownst to him, James was hiding behind the rooftop door, listening to everything—his heart pounding in his chest.

He’s serious, James thought, sweat gathering at his brow. He’s not the same anymore. He’s not supposed to be alive… But now that he is—the game isn’t the same anymore.

Sense of guilt and shock washed over James staring at Silas from behind the door.