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 hold on for just a second, but his hands found no grip.

He fell.

From the edge of the rooftop, he dropped.

The last sound he heard was the sickening thud as his body hit the ground—and then everything went black.

At first, the students in the nearby classrooms only saw a shadow drop. But those on the lower floors caught the full view. Someone in uniform had just fallen. Realizing it was a student, they screamed, drawing attention as the whole school began pouring out to the courtyard in shock and panic.

“You guys need to get out of here. Now,” John ordered coldly.

He was the one who had kicked Silas off the rooftop.

“What? Bro, aren’t you coming?” James asked, eyes wide with confusion.

“There’s no time. Just go!” John snapped.

James hesitated, but the other gang members dragged him away as they fled.

John quickly grabbed the camera they left behind and walked over to Zulie.

She was trembling—tears had soaked her face, and her energy was drained. Her muffled cries had long faded into broken sobs.

John yanked her dress off completely, letting the camera capture every inch of her. Her face. Her body. Everything.

Zulie’s voice was gone. Her strength, shattered.

John knelt down beside her. “Hey, listen. I’ll let you go now, but you need to understand something…”

He held the camera in front of her, showing the footage clearly—her face and her exposed body, everything caught on tape.

“You see this? One word about who was up here, and I’ll make sure this gets posted everywhere. You’ll be a celebrity, alright—the kind everyone points fingers at. Your nudes all over the school. All over the internet. Everywhere you go.”

Zulie looked down, trembling, crying—saying nothing.

John grabbed her face, lifting it roughly. “You don’t recognize any of us. You don’t say anything. Understand?”

She didn’t answer—just sobbed harder.

Then they heard footsteps.

Students were coming up, curious about what had happened on the rooftop. From the way Silas had fallen, it was clear he’d been attacked. The bruises, the blood—it told the story loud and clear.

Panicking, John quickly grabbed a piece of cloth and covered Zulie’s body. He then ran to the other exit of the rooftop, sliding down a pipe that led to the school cafeteria and disappearing into the chaos.

…

Two weeks earlier.

Just across the street from the school was an old building—once a government lab, now a place for off-the-books experiments.

They were working on something groundbreaking: a way to strengthen human cells. The goal? To make one man strong enough to face hundreds. A potential game-changer for military special forces.

But after endless failures, the experiment seemed like a dead end. Nothing worked—not even on animals.

Until that morning.

Dr. Sam arrived early, his white coat flapping as he stepped into the lab. “What’s the state of the bat? Any progress?” he asked, setting down his bag.

Gabriel, the assistant, scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Uh… sir… I think the bat may have escaped.”

Sam turned to him, narrowing his eyes. “What?”

“I—I was checking the container, but the cage is broken. The bat’s gone.”

“What?!” Sam yelled, sprinting toward the lab.

Gabriel followed behind, scratching his head nervously. “Sir, I don’t know how it got out! I didn’t touch anything. I only checked on it this morning like you told me, and now it’s just… gone.”

Sam was already pulling up the security footage. His fingers clenched into fists as he watched the screen.

The bat had been motionless for days—lifeless, even. Then suddenly, it started twitching, moving erratically within the glass enclosure. Its wings flapped violently, slamming against the reinforced glass over and over. And then—CRACK!

The glass shattered.

Sam’s eyes widened. “That’s impossible…”

The footage continued. The bat shot out of the enclosure, flying frantically around the lab before disappearing through an air vent. The next camera caught it emerging outside—heading straight toward the school compound.

Sam’s stomach twisted.

“We need to go. Now.” He turned to Gabriel, his voice sharp. “If that bat bites a student, we have no idea what will happen. It could turn into a full-scale disaster.”

They rushed out of the lab, heading straight for the school security.

Meanwhile, back at the school…

The ambulance had arrived.

Without checking for signs of life, the paramedics assumed the worst. Falling from that height? No one could survive that.

Students gathered, whispering in hushed, horrified voices. Some were crying. Others were frozen in shock.

Just as the paramedics moved to lift Silas’s body, a voice cut through the noise.

“Wait! Let me examine him.”

Doctor Sam had managed to push through the crowd, flashing his ID at the nearest officer.

Since the lab was just the next building to the school

The officer frowned but stepped aside. “Fine, but make it quick.”

Sam knelt beside Silas, his hand pressing against his skin. A chill ran down his spine.

Cold. Too cold.

It wasn’t the cold of death—it was something else. His skin felt… wrong. Almost like it was changing.

“He’s not dead,” Sam said suddenly.

Everyone turned to him.

“What? That’s insane.” One of the officers scoffed. “He fell from the rooftop. No one could survive that.”

Sam’s urgency deepened. “I need to take him to my lab. I have to examine him.”

The officer shook his head. “Sir, you have no right to claim his body. You’re not family. Step aside.”

Frustrated, Sam took a step back—and then he felt something beneath his shoe.

His breath hitched as he looked down.

The bat.

Its body lay there, still and lifeless.

Sam’s eyes widened. “No way…”

He quickly crouched down, reaching for it. What the hell happened here?