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Silent Havoc I Created the Mutation
“Hello,” a deep voice replied from the other end of the line.“Sir. The job is done,” came the reply.There was a pause, then Mr. Maxwell’s voice followed, calm and composed, from his luxurious bedroom. He lay comfortably beside his wife, basking in quiet satisfaction.“Good. I trust there’s nothing that could trace it back to us?”“No, sir. We handled it clean.”“Alright, then.” He ended the call with a tap, placing his phone back on the bedside table.4:05 AMThe lab was still and dim. Mr. Sam, drained from sleepless hours, had collapsed onto the desk, his head resting beside scattered notes and a humming computer screen still aglow.Silas stirred.His vision was clearer now. No dizziness. No strange pulses echoing through his skull. His body felt warm, stable—even his legs no longer gave out like before. The floating sensation was gone, replaced by a firm steadiness.He glanced around, noticing the half-drained blood bag hooked beside the bed.As he moved toward the window, hoping
Silent Havoc The Mark of Fear
“Hey, you! What are you still doing in bed at this hour?”A sharp voice rang from the doorway.Silas’s sleepy eyes snapped open. He immediately recognized the voice—it belonged to his grandmother, Mrs. Julian Creed.Without wasting a second, he jumped out of bed, stumbling slightly as he rushed to the sink. Cold water splashed against his face, jolting him fully awake.“Be quick and come out here! I have errands for you to run,” she muttered, hissing as she walked away, her unsteady legs supported by a wooden cane.Silas sighed, drying his face with the edge of his shirt before stepping into the living room.“Good morning, Grandma,” he greeted, his voice barely above a whisper.She didn’t even glance at him. Instead, she pointed at a stack of boxes near the door.“Take those to Mrs. Emmy. And don’t waste time.”Silas clenched his fists. He still had school, yet she always sent him on errands that made him late. But he dared not complain—skipping school wasn’t an option either. The con
Silent Havoc Last Stand
Silas had never been one to sleep easily. Every night, he would read until exhaustion finally forced his eyes shut for a few minutes—only to be woken again by his grandmother. It was routine, just like the endless errands that made him late to school every day.But this morning was different.As he rushed into class, panting from his usual sprint, something felt off. The desk beside his was empty. Zulie wasn’t here.She was always early.His stomach tightened. The classroom bullies—James and his gang, who called themselves the Big Boys—were nowhere to be seen either. He barely noticed their usual cruel pranks, the ones they set up just to humiliate him.None of that mattered now. Zulie did.He turned to the girl seated next to her desk. “Hey, have you seen Zulie today?” he asked, keeping his voice calm.The girl smirked. “Oh, Silas, so you actually care about her now? I never knew you could even speak to me. Anyway, she’s with the Big Boys.”Silas’s breath caught.The rooftop.Without
Silent Havoc Chill of Death
“Hey, you! Strip the girl and record it,” James said, pointing to one of the boys.Excited, the guy walked toward Zulie with a twisted smirk, while another readied the camera and started recording.Silas lay on the ground, groaning in pain as he held his head. His body ached all over, but despite it, he couldn’t bear the thought of watching Zulie get humiliated. He knew exactly what they planned to do with that video—either expose her all over the school or use it to blackmail her into being their toy.Sniffling and barely able to breathe properly, Silas forced himself to his feet. Every movement sent waves of pain through him, but he kept moving, dragging himself toward the guy approaching Zulie. He had to stop him—even if it was the last thing he ever did.Just as he got close, a powerful kick slammed into his side.Wham!He was launched across the rooftop like a ragdoll, completely out of control. His body skidded toward the edge—there was no railing to stop him.Silas struggled to
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 an
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,
Silent Havoc Unsettled
James ran through the hallways, barely catching his breath as he barged into the senior block. There, seated with a calm but commanding presence, was his older brother—John.“Brother… Silas is alive,” James gasped, panting as the other gang members behind him nodded, their faces pale with disbelief.“What?” John’s fist slammed the desk in front of him, rattling everything on it.“He said… he’s going to get revenge—for what we did to him and Zulie. And he looked dead serious. Like, confident beyond anything I’ve seen,” James stammered, the usual toughness in his voice stripped away by fear.John stood, stepping closer, and gave James a dismissive tap on the head. “Are you seriously scared of one guy? I thought you were tougher than that. You’ve got me. You’ve got the crew. What can one Silas do?”He smirked, leaning against the desk.“And don’t forget—Zulie’s video is still in my hands. He won’t try anything stupid knowing that. One wrong move, and it’s all over the internet. That alon
Silent Havoc Silas’ Aura
Silas gave a slight, humorless smile as he looked at Zulie, her hand still gripping his. His eyes flickered with something unreadable.“You’re still worried about that, huh?” he said in a low voice. His tone wasn’t comforting; it was almost distant, as if the question wasn’t worth answering.Zulie didn’t pull her hand away. She didn’t care how cold Silas sounded, or how distant he acted. He’d just been through so much, and she couldn’t understand why he was so different now.“You fell from that height,” she insisted, her voice rising slightly in desperation. “How are you standing here? How are you still alive?”Silas stopped walking. His cold gaze finally met hers, and for a brief moment, it seemed like he was about to tell her everything—every detail of the fall, of what happened after—but then he simply shook his head, a bitter smile playing at the edges of his lips.“It’s not something I want to talk about,” he said firmly. His voice didn’t waver, but the steel edge in it was enoug
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I Created the Mutation
“Hello,” a deep voice replied from the other end of the line.“Sir. The job is done,” came the reply.There was a pause, then Mr. Maxwell’s voice followed, calm and composed, from his luxurious bedroom. He lay comfortably beside his wife, basking in quiet satisfaction.“Good. I trust there’s nothing that could trace it back to us?”“No, sir. We handled it clean.”“Alright, then.” He ended the call with a tap, placing his phone back on the bedside table.4:05 AMThe lab was still and dim. Mr. Sam, drained from sleepless hours, had collapsed onto the desk, his head resting beside scattered notes and a humming computer screen still aglow.Silas stirred.His vision was clearer now. No dizziness. No strange pulses echoing through his skull. His body felt warm, stable—even his legs no longer gave out like before. The floating sensation was gone, replaced by a firm steadiness.He glanced around, noticing the half-drained blood bag hooked beside the bed.As he moved toward the window, hoping
What Have I Done?
It was already midnight in the lab.“Silas…”“Silas…”“Silas…”The voice echoed in Silas’s dream as he found himself lost in a dark wilderness, all alone. But the voice was back—strange and haunting.“Siiiilllaaaas…”This time, the voice screamed, forcing Silas to clutch his head in pain.His body writhed in the real world, trapped inside the glass containment, submerged in water, thrashing as if trying to break free.“Nooo!”The voices he heard earlier—his mom, dad, and little sister—had faded.Now it was someone else.His grandmother.A wave of dread hit him. His instincts screamed that something was wrong. Something terrible. But he couldn’t act. He was stuck in this dreamlike world, fully aware, yet powerless—like a prisoner in his own mind.“Grandma!” he screamed, panic rising as her voice returned, distorted like someone choking—struggling for breath under a strangler’s grip.“Oh no…” Silas muttered, spinning around in the darkness, desperate to find her, to save her.Silence. F
Searching
The next morning, Silas’s grandmother stormed into the police station, her face a mask of worry and fatigue. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her hands trembled as she clutched the last photo she had of Silas.“Please… he didn’t come home last night. Something’s wrong—I know it!” she pleaded at the front desk.One of the officers glanced up lazily, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand. “Sorry, ma’am. But there’s no official confirmation that he’s missing yet. We have to wait at least 48 hours before we can file a report.”“He’s not a child who’d just lose his way,” she snapped, voice breaking. “He doesn’t stay out like this—he’s all I have left!”The officer stood, adjusting his belt. “I understand, but this generation isn’t like the old days. Kids today know how to handle themselves. Still, if he’s not back by tomorrow, we’ll start looking. Just try to stay calm… and please, don’t go wandering around on your own, okay?” His tone was final as he turned and returned to his s
What Sam Knows
“Sam, you’ll stay here and go through every detail of the process you remember. We must uncover why this boy is different from the others,” Mr. Maxwell commanded firmly.Before anyone could respond, he continued, his voice laced with urgency.“And I want answers—why did all the other animals die within a day after receiving the mutation, yet the bat survived long enough to infect the boy? Not only did it live, but it grew stronger. Something is missing, and we need to find it. Our clients are ready for deployment.”His words carried an air of finality that made it clear—there was no room for negotiation.None of the scientists dared object. Everyone in the room knew one thing: Mr. Maxwell didn’t tolerate resistance. He wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate anyone who stood in his way, no matter how valuable they were.Their organization operated in the shadows, beyond the control of any government. Their sponsor, a notorious crime lord named Mr. Musk, was known for drug trafficking, arms dea
the Next Phase Evolution
“Sir, do you have a plan?” Sam asked, his voice low but direct, eyes fixed on Mr. Maxwell.A slow smile crept across Mr. Maxwell’s face. “We go back to the very beginning,” he said. “We’ll retest every factor used in creating the original mutation that was transferred into the bat. We’ll find out why that kid is different.”Sam hesitated. “But sir… when we first tried that mutation on humans, they all died. Even animals didn’t survive. It was only that lucky bat that lived long enough to meet the boy and infect him. Are you really planning to sacrifice more lives just to chase a theory?”Mr. Maxwell’s smile vanished. He turned his head slightly and shot Sam a sharp, cold glare—one that drained the color from Sam’s face.“Do as I said,” Maxwell growled, turning to walk out of the lab.“But sir…” Sam dared to push again, his voice almost a whisper, “we’ve already sacrificed so much. And now we have a successful batch of human soldiers—ones who obey commands without question. We’ve achie
The Awakening Within
“Don’t worry, you’re safe for now. Just keep quiet,” said a familiar voice—calm, aged, and unmistakable.Silas recognized it instantly.“Mr. Sam,” he muttered. “What do you want from me?” His voice was edged with defiance. He wasn’t about to play by anyone else’s rules.“Can you just obey and shut up?” another man snapped from Silas’s right.“Easy on the kid,” Mr. Sam murmured from the front seat of the van.“Stop the van. Now.”Silas’s tone was deeper—commanding.The two men seated beside him burst into mocking laughter.“I said stop the van!” he shouted, his voice fierce and unwavering.“There’s no way that’s happening, kid,” Mr. Sam replied calmly. “You don’t get to walk free like a normal human. You killed someone at my lab yesterday, didn’t you?”Silas sighed, frustration tightening his jaw.“Whoa… this kid’s got bite,” one of the guards beside him said with a grin.“You’re a ticking bomb,” Mr. Sam continued. “You don’t belong out there in public. We’re not trying to hurt you—we’
Unseen Danger
The Next MorningSilas was up early, quietly preparing breakfast for his grandmother before getting ready for school. He set the plate in front of her with care.“Take care, Grandma,” he said, bowing his head slightly as he turned to leave.Just as his hand touched the door, her soft, fragile voice called out, “Silas.”He paused, turning back slowly. A rare, small smile tugged at her lips, a sight that felt unfamiliar.“You look different… Not in a bad way. You look good,” she murmured.Silas chuckled, a warmth spreading in his chest. He quickly turned away, his heart doing an unexpected flip.What does she mean I look good? He wondered. It’s the first time she’s said something nice instead of scolding me… That’s… kinda cool.As he walked to school, his attention was caught by a black van approaching from a distance. His instincts flared—nothing about this van felt right. It wasn’t the usual vehicle seen in their neighborhood, and something about the way it moved felt off.The van slo
Reflection
Almost as if her senses had just woken up, Zulie stared at Silas with wide eyes.“That’s strange,” she murmured, still processing. “I totally mourned your death, thinking you were gone… How?” She gazed into his eyes, almost as if seeing him for the first time.Before Silas could say a word, she stretched out her hand to touch his face.“Wait… you look different from before,” she said, her fingers brushing his head gently.Silas let her hand rest there for a moment before he gently took hold of it and released it.“You don’t even need your glasses anymore. You always wore them before to see clearly, right?” she asked, puzzled.Silas sighed and gave a faint smile.“Like you’re just noticing me now, huh?” His tone was nonchalant as he continued walking.Zulie hesitated, her curiosity still burning. “Silas, tell me the truth. I heard a rumor in class when the big boys were talking. They said your grandma is some wicked old witch who saved you with her superpowers… Is that true?” Her voice
Silas’ Aura
Silas gave a slight, humorless smile as he looked at Zulie, her hand still gripping his. His eyes flickered with something unreadable.“You’re still worried about that, huh?” he said in a low voice. His tone wasn’t comforting; it was almost distant, as if the question wasn’t worth answering.Zulie didn’t pull her hand away. She didn’t care how cold Silas sounded, or how distant he acted. He’d just been through so much, and she couldn’t understand why he was so different now.“You fell from that height,” she insisted, her voice rising slightly in desperation. “How are you standing here? How are you still alive?”Silas stopped walking. His cold gaze finally met hers, and for a brief moment, it seemed like he was about to tell her everything—every detail of the fall, of what happened after—but then he simply shook his head, a bitter smile playing at the edges of his lips.“It’s not something I want to talk about,” he said firmly. His voice didn’t waver, but the steel edge in it was enoug
