Silent Havoc

Second Chance

“Doctor Sam!” a voice called from behind.

Doctor Sam turned to see who it was—it was the school principal.

“What do you need here, sir?” the principal asked as he walked toward Doctor Sam and shook his hand.

“Um… can you tell them to bring the kid to my lab? I need to check something. I mean, he’s not dead. We can still save his life,” Doctor Sam said urgently.

The principal’s eyes narrowed, his gaze filled with suspicion. “You mean he’s not dead? He literally fell from that high rooftop, and you believe he’s alive? Oh no, Doctor, that’s not possible,” the principal taunted.

“Listen, I know what I’m saying,” Doctor Sam started, but then he fell silent. He knew if he kept talking, they wouldn’t believe him.

“Wait!” the principal called out to the officer who was about to zip up Silas’s body.

The officer paused, and the principal moved closer to the body.

“Doctor Sam, is this normal?” the principal asked, noticing that the body was unnaturally cold.

Doctor Sam quickly stepped forward and whispered urgently, “We don’t have much time. Take him to my lab, and I’ll explain everything later.”

The principal, still shocked, asked, “Do you know about his fall?”

“Not really. I’m not sure what caused him to fall, but there’s no time to explain. Just trust me, please,” Doctor Sam said, his tone serious as the principal ordered them to take Silas to the lab.

Doctor Sam immediately informed the higher-ups in the experiment case, and they arrived quickly.

Silas was locked onto a bed, and various tests were underway. His heart was beating faintly but still catching up.

“This is unbelievable. How could he still be alive?” the principal muttered in disbelief.

“Come, I need to discuss something with you,” Doctor Sam said, pulling the principal toward his office.

“Look at that bat over there,” Doctor Sam said, pointing to a dead bat in a glass container.

The principal stared, dumbfounded.

“We were conducting an experiment with that bat,” Doctor Sam continued. “I think, after it escaped the lab, it bit your student, transferring its life force to him.”

The principal blinked, clearly not understanding. “How? Is that even possible?”

Doctor Sam sighed. “I can’t explain it fully because it sounds ridiculous, right?” He walked over to his laptop and said, “Take a look at this footage.”

He played the footage showing the bat escaping the lab.

“I found the bat dead next to your student, and that’s how I know the bat gave its life for the boy,” Doctor Sam explained.

“I don’t know what this is,” the principal said, still struggling to wrap his mind around the situation. “But anyway, his grandmother should be here soon, so you’ll have to explain this to her. I can’t explain what I’m hearing—it’s unbelievable.”

“You don’t have to worry. We’ll handle it and take care of him,” Doctor Sam reassured him.

Two weeks had passed, and Zulie had been going along with the submission role for the big boys’ gang.

Even the day Silas fell, they asked her what happened, but she never said anything. She didn’t tell her parents about it either—they were always busy with their business, leaving her alone with no one to talk to.

That day, Zulie became frustrated, feeling trapped and unsure of what to do. She went up to the rooftop, standing on the edge of the building, remembering how Silas had been kicked off.

Guilt crept into her heart.

“I could have exposed them… at least brought justice for Silas,” she thought, her tears falling. “But here I am, afraid of my future, living this miserable life at school.”

Every student assumed Silas was dead, and the school had silenced the case because he was a nobody.

“Silas, I hope you’ll forgive me. I’m joining you wherever you are,” she whispered to herself, preparing to jump from the same spot Silas had fallen.

But fear gripped her once she looked down.

Suddenly, she heard a laugh from behind.

“You fool. Jump already,” came James’s voice.

Her heart raced, and she slowly turned to see him standing there, a wicked smile tugging at his face.

“Where’s my money? Even if you want to die, you should at least give me my money first,” he sneered.

The fear of her body being exposed made her submissive to whatever they asked of her.

Not only would her reputation be ruined, but her family’s as well. They used her for their pleasure and still demanded money from her every day.

She cried every day, wishing she could end it all, but just weeks ago, her life had been perfect—until she got involved with Silas. Now everything had turned upside down.

Back in the lab, Silas’s body was showing signs of gradual revival. His cells were mutating, adjusting to the strange new life force that had entered his system.

His body was slowly regaining balance, showing no strange changes—yet.

Silas had woken up three days ago, and still, there were no strange symptoms or issues with his body. The doctors were astounded that he had survived the fall from such a height and had gradually regained his strength without any formal treatment. The only thing they did was run tests, checking for any changes or abnormalities in his condition. But to their surprise, he healed at an extraordinary rate, and all his wounds had closed up.

The only noticeable difference was his face—it looked fresher, more youthful, as if the fall had reversed the signs of wear and tear.

Silas’s grandmother, who had never shown much care for him, came to the lab and demanded his release. “You can’t keep my only grandson tied to a bed and running tests on him like some lab animal!” she yelled, her voice shrill with frustration.

“My grandson has no infection or anything wrong with him. He’s fine. Let’s go, or I won’t leave this lab!” She continued shouting, standing her ground.

There was no choice but to comply. After observing him for over two weeks with no changes, the doctors had to agree—it was pointless to keep him any longer.

Silas was free to go. Even though he still felt a sense of unease about the fall, he pretended not to remember it when asked by the doctors. The fear of trouble held him back from speaking the truth. He desperately wanted to go home, not only for himself but for Zulie. He knew she was still under the pressure of the big boys’ gang, and it pained him to think of how she was suffering. He felt responsible, believing it was his fault she was in that situation. It was up to him to save her.

The lab no longer had any right to hold him, so they reluctantly let him go.

The next morning, as usual, Silas’s grandmother went to his room and yelled from the door, “Silas! Wake up and go run errands for me!” Her voice was tense, like always, but there was no response.

“Silas… Silas!” she called again, but still nothing.

Panic started to rise in her chest as she opened the door.

“Huh? Where is he?” she muttered, stepping inside. But Silas wasn’t in his bed.

Her heart began to race. “Could he have grown wings and left the house without my permission?”

Her frustration grew as she searched the house, but there was no sign of him. It seemed like Silas had disappeared without a trace.