Sylent Nyght by Amber Riel (best books to read for students .txt) 📕

The two young cops continued to question the mute even though she wouldn’t give them the information they really needed.  Nyght could withhold any important information she didn’t wish to share which would make things worse for the cops knowing that she was a mute there was no telling what she knew and was hiding compared to what she didn’t know.  “Are you responsible for the murders that have been happening?” Chris asked.         

Nyght quickly jotted down her response then slid the paper toward both of the cops.         

Chris picked up the piece of paper and read it.  “Yea…. For the deaths of the jeweler and his wife and Miss Kennedy as well?  Or just one or two of the deaths depending on who you killed?” his question was oddly worded but Nyght understand what the young man was asking.         

Nyght jotted down her reply then slid the sheet back toward the cops.         

Chris picked it up again and read it.  “Yes to the first one. I knew it. I told ya so, Evlyn.”         

Evlyn laughed sarcastically.  “Okay.  Why?  Why did you kill them?”         

Nyght wrote a little more on the paper than she had before and slid it over toward them for the third time.         

Evlyn picked up the paper this time and read it.  “Because they’re on the list of people.”         

The two cops exchanged looks then turned their attention back toward the murderer. 

“What list?  How many people are on the list?”         

Nyght took the paper and wrote down the answer at least everything she was a loud to tell them.  When she had finished, she moved the paper back toward Chris and Evlyn.         

Evlyn picked up the paper again and read it.  “The list with people to murder. As for a number I don’t know until he tells me whose next.”  A red flag began to rise in her mind at the written words.  She exchanged another look with Chris, knowing he had the same thought.  They both turned their attention toward Nyght.  “Who’s he?  And why are you murdering these people?”         

Nyght knew she couldn’t give them any more information than what she already had.  The fact she was mute worked to her advantage and she grabbed the paper and wrote down more for the cops.  Once she finished, she slid the paper back and watched Evlyn pick it up and listened to her read.         

“I can’t answer that. What they did wasn’t fair…. It wasn’t right. They didn’t…. They’re getting what they deserve.” Evlyn turned her attention toward Nyght, not only was she frustrated but she was also confused.  “This isn’t making any sense.  What are you talking about?” She turned toward Chris.  “Man, this is ridiculous why do we have to be the ones to question a mute?  She can’t answer us and she doesn’t write down everything she knows. This is ridiculous.”         

At some point, Nyght snatched the paper back and wrote something else down and slid it back.         

Evlyn took the paper and read it.  “It happened years ago. I remember…. I can’t tell you what they did or why. I can’t tell you why I have to get revenge. All I can say is that I’ve been around a lot longer than you two have and I can’t die. You can threaten me if you’d like but I can’t die if you want to kill me.” Her attention moved back toward the mute murderer even more confused than before.  “What do you mean you can’t die?  Everyone dies. What makes you think you can’t?”         

Nyght took the paper for the last time, beginning to grow annoyed by all of the questions the cops insisted on asking, and wrote more down then handed the paper to the young female cop directly.  Evlyn took the paper and read it to herself.         

“What’s it say?” Chris asked.  “Well, what did she write?”         

“She wants me to place my gun on the table.” Evlyn turned toward Nyght, skeptical about taking orders from a murderer.  “Do you think I’m stupid?  I’m not going to place my gun on the table. You’ve been going around murdering people. How do I know that we’re not next on your list?”         

Nyght took the paper for the last time and wrote down a little more then slid it back toward the cops. 

Evlyn let the sheet of paper on the table, kind of growing tired of constantly picking it up.  She leant forward to read what the mute had written.  “Place the gun on the table, the both of you leave the room, lock the door, go to the other side of that window with the other cops, and watch. If the two of you were on the list, then the both of you would be laying on the ground dead. But be thankful that you’re not.”         

“You know…. I may sound crazy,” Chris replied, “but I think that she makes a good point.”         

Evlyn looked over at Chris for a moment then back at Nyght.  She sighed.  “Fine.”  She pulled her gun out of the holster on her belt.  “I’m trusting you. Chris here is trusting you. Don’t try anything. Got it?”         

Nyght nodded.         

“Okay.”  Evlyn placed the gun on the table, going against her better judgment.  Her and Chris backed way with their eyes locked onto the silent murderer.  They left the room, closing and locking the door.         

Nyght stood and picked up the gun.  She moved in front of the one way window where all she could see was her own reflection, knowing the cops were on the other side watching.  She closed her eyes and waited.

Evlyn and Chris walked into the next room where Cormick and Leanna stood, watching.  They had been surprised by the other two’s action to leave a loaded gun with a masked murderous mute.  “Are you crazy?  Why did you leave your gun in there?  She could have killed you two,” Leanna asked, instantly.         

Cormick kept his eyes on Nyght, continuing to watch the woman.  “I don’t think that she has any interest in killing them, Leanna.”         

The three younger cops turned their attention toward the window and watched.

Nyght stood right in front of the glass, looking into the dark glass and even though she couldn’t see the cops she knew they were watching and waiting.  She held the gun up to the right side of her head and pulled the trigger.

The cops stared with shock.  Nyght just stood on the opposite of them almost like she was waiting for something to happen.         

“Oh…. My…. Gosh….” Leanna was so shocked with no clue what else to say.         

“That’s impossible. How is she still standing?” Evlyn asked.         

“I guess she can’t die,” Chris answered.         

“Evlyn, Chris,” Cormick ordered, “bring her to a cell. One where she’s alone. I have a feeling she could cause some damage to any cellmate she gets.”         

“Yes, sir,” Evlyn and Chris agreed.  They left the room, quickly.

Evlyn and Chris escorted Nyght down a long dark hallway with doors on both sides.  They stopped at an empty cell.

“After they’re done questioning you,” Raymond’s voice began to play in the back of Nyght’s mind as if she had turned on radio, “let them bring you to a cell. Once in the cell, wait for them to leave.”

Evlyn and Chris placed Nyght into the small cell.  Chris removed the handcuffs.  Nyght stood in the small cell and watched Evlyn closed the door and locked it.  She watched the two cops leave through the small window on the cell door.         

“Once you’re alone,” Raymond’s voice continued, “find a way to break out. A window…. A brick in the wall that’s loose. Some way to get out.”         

Nyght looked around.  She noticed a manhole in the cell floor like the prisoners would have found in an older time period.  She grabbed the bars and pulled up then moved the top away.  She jumped into the hole and quickly reached for the top, placing the lid above herself.         

“Once you’re out, sneak back and get your weapons. I know you’re fast enough to get the weapons back without getting caught. And you can be out of the jail house before they even realize you’re gone.”

Nyght found her way to her weapons without being spotted.  She quickly grabbed everything which had belonged to her then left quickly.

Evlyn worked her way to Nyght’s cell.  “Okay, look you’re going….” She realized that the cell was empty.  “Oh crap,” she whispered to herself.

Nyght stood on the top flat roof of a three-story building.  She watched and waited for the cops to make some kind of notion letting her know that they knew she was missing.  She knew the living would figure out soon.         

“Okay. Now once you’re out of the jail house,” she heard her husband’s voice began to play in the back of her mind, “you can go to the neighbors’ and have fun. I know you’ve been waiting for the time to kill them. Oh and make sure they suffer horribly. I think you’ve been kind of slacking when it comes to killing. Honey, I don’t want you to lose interest in your favorite game. You’re an assassin for now. At least until you kill everyone on the list. I love you. Be careful.”         

The sound of sirens began to sound.  She looked down and watched the cop cars race pass the building.  She turned around and ran, knowing that they would have helicopters searching the area soon.  She jumped down from the building, landing on her feet, kind of crouching down.

She worked her way to the Willis’s two-story house.  She made her way into the house without a sound.  She hid in the shadows.

Mr. Willis sat in the living of his house, watching TV.  He laid back in the recliner with his feet propped up on the foot rest.  He was comfortable.

Mrs. Willis made her rounds in the kitchen.  She searched for something, opening the cabinets and looked under the kitchen a table a few times.  “Honey!”         

“What?!” Steve’s voice asked.         

“Did you let the cat out again?!”         

“Why?!”         

“Because I can’t find him anywhere!” Wanda worked her way out of the kitchen and walked into the living room from the hallway which separated the two rooms, unlike Nyght and Raymond’s house.  “I’m going to bed. Can you let the cat in?”