Sylent Nyght, Amber Riel [bill gates books recommendations TXT] 📗

wonder if they…. If little Ray hadn’t…. Do you ever wonder what it would be like if little Ray was with us?  Do you think that we would live in peace?  If we would have actually lived a normal life span till we actually died?  I wonder about what it would have been like if certain things didn’t happen; didn’t take place.”         

Nyght stared at Raymond then moved her gaze down toward the small sleeping baby.         

“Is he sleeping?”         

Nyght nodded.         

“Well you can bring him over here and place him in the play pin.  I’m finished.”         

The woman stood up and carried the baby over to the play pin.  She placed him in it carefully.  She didn’t want to hurt him and did her best to lay him down without causing him any pain.         

“Remember when we get back that night your job is to kill Cormick.  He’s next on the list.”         

Nyght nodded.

 

          

Cormick sat behind his desk, thinking.  His thoughts flew back toward the murderer and the crimes she had committed.  This is going to take forever.         

A knock from the door brought him out of his thoughts and helped him snap back to reality.         

“Come in!”         

“Um…. Sir,” Kiley said, opening the door, “Sally’s cat is stuck in a tree again.  Should I send someone to get it down?”         

“Again?” Cormick asked, unsurprised.  “Yea, tell Chris to go.  Oh and tell him that I heard about him tracking dog crap into the building so next time check his shoes before he walks in.”         

“Yes, sir.”

 

          

Raymond and Nyght lay on the bed, watching a movie.  The doctor had his arm draped over his wife.  “This has been a good day, considering the fact that Cormick was interrogating you earlier.”

A Mother's Worse Nyghtmare

In Europe, Nyght stood next to a window, staring outside, waiting.  Raymond walked out of the baby’s room and made his way over to his wife.  “He’s dying, Nyght,” the man spoke with sadness.         

“No not my baby.”  Nyght’s heart began to break at the thought of losing her one and only child.  “Raymond, not our baby.”

 

          

A couple nights later, a loud stern knock roared through the little hut from the door.  The doctor walked over and opened it.  A knight in what appeared to be ruined but usable armor stood at the door, holding his scratched but deceit helmet by his left side.  A handful of other knights stood behind him, also holding their helmets by their side.  “Doctor Raymond Miller?” the leader asked.         

“Yes, sir,” Raymond replied.         

“We’re here for an inspection; looking for plague victims.  How many live in this hut?”         

“Me, my wife, and our one year old son.”         

“I asked for a number; not who.”         

“Three.  Why?”         

“Aurthur told you for an inspection of plague victims,” another knight who stood right behind Aurthur replied.  The knight appeared to be kind of overweight.          

“Kennedy, Cormick, Willis, go check the baby,” Aurthur ordered.         

“No.”  Nyght knew something was wrong.  The knights seem careless and evil to her and she didn’t want them anywhere near her child.  She did her best to stop the knights.  “The baby’s fine,” she lied.  “Leave him.”          

The three soldiers wondered into the house and began searching for the baby, ignoring Nyght.         

“Bats, Brown, Cruise, check the mother.  Evan, Argus, and I will check the father.”           “I assure you.  We’re all….”         

“Honey,” Raymond interrupted, “let them do their jobs.  We have nothing to hide.”         

Nyght stared at Raymond, confused.  He nodded at her. 

The knights checked Raymond and Nyght for signs of the deadly plague.  “You two are good,” Aurthur told them.         

Cormick hurried out of the baby’s room.  “Sir, the baby…. He has the plague.”         

“Bring the baby to me, Cormick.”         

The knight nodded and left the room.  He quickly hurried out, carrying the sick toddler in his arms.         

“Leave him alone,” Nyght began.  “Don’t do anything to my son….”         

Cormick brought the baby to the knight who was in charge.  Aurthur took the baby and quickly checked him.  “We have to do what needs to be done.”         

The knights followed Aurthur outside.  Nyght and Raymond didn’t bother to stay in the hut, wanting to know what the man was doing with their child.  “What are you going to do to him, Aurthur?” Raymond asked. 

“What needs to be done…. Willis, Brown, Bates, Evan, go over to the parents.  Cormick, you know what needs to be done,” Aurthur told the other knights.         

“Yes, sir.”  Cormick drew his sword.         

Nyght’s eyes grew in terror at the sight.  “No!” she screamed, running.  “Get away from him!”         

“Bates!  Willis!  Hold the mother down!” Aurthur ordered.         

Nyght almost reached Cormick but the two knights grabbed her arms, pulling her back.  She tried to fight free but they over powered her.  “Let me go!  Let me go!”         

“You can’t do that to him.”  Rage began growing inside of Raymond while he watched the scene.  “He’s just a baby.  Let him go.”         

“We must.  Brown!  Evan!  Hold the father down before he stats fighting!” Aurthur ordered.         

Brown and Evan, the somewhat over weight knight, grabbed Raymond’s arms.  The doctor tried to fight free.         

“Now, Cormick.”         

Cormick nodded.  He took his sword and prepared to swing.         

“No!” Nyght cried, horrified.  “He’s just….”         

It was too late.  The knight was already pulling his sword back up.  Blood dripped from the blade.         

“Good job, Cormick.”  Aurthur hadn’t shown a sign of compassion for what had taken place.  He had promoted the death defining scene.         

Nyght screamed.         

“You…. You…. You monster…. He was just a baby.  How can you do that to a baby?  How can you murder a child?” Raymond asked, angry and confused.  “That’s inhumane…. You can’t get away with that.”         

Aurthur locked unsympathetic eyes with the doctor.  “I believe I just did.”         

Raymond stared at Aurthur, shocked.         

“Release them.  We have more victims to look for.”         

The knights threw Raymond and Nyght to the ground then left.  Nyght sat up.  Tears worked their way in her eyes.  Raymond crawled over to her and wrapped her up into a hug.  “He’s gone. Just like that. He’s gone. They just…. They can’t do that.”  The woman broke down.  Her heart felt like it had been torn into a million different little pieces.  The pain hurt worse than anything else she had ever felt in her life.         

“They’ll get pay back.”  Raymond kissed her hair.  “Let’s go in and figure out what we’re going to do about the funeral.  This is depressing.”

 

          

In America, Nyght sat up on the bed, looking around.  The baby began crying.  She silently climbed out of the bed and worked her way over to his play pin.  She picked him up, rocking him in her arms.

 

          

The following day, Raymond worked his way out of the bed and noticed Nyght had fallen asleep in a chair, holding the sleeping baby.  He smiled at the precious sight.  I miss moments like this, he thought.

 

          

Cormick sat on the couch in his small little living room.  The TV played but he was deep in thought to really care what was on the screen.  A list…. A silent murderer…. Hm…. This kind of sounds like a story that my father told me when I was younger…. She murders for revenge.  To revenge the son she lost.  She won’t stop until all those who are responsible for his death…. That’s crazy though.  He said that happened back in the 14th century there’s no way she would still be around.

 

          

Raymond and Nyght hung out in the hotel room.  The baby sat in his play pin while Rocky wondered around the room, sniffing everything in sight.  “Anything you want to do today, honey?”         

Nyght shook her head.         

“Okay.”  Raymond locked eyes with his wife.  “You had another dream, didn’t you?”         

Nyght closed her eyes.         

“I remember the hurt.  It was hard watching them come into our home and take our only son and kill him.  I couldn’t believe Aurthur had those knights under his control.  They are paying for the death of our son; one by one.”

 

          

Samual and Bradly hung out near an old building.  Bradly was still heartbroken after seen the love of his life with another man; not just any man but one of his closes and dearest friends.  “Dude,” Samual began, “you gotta get over Evlyn.  She doesn’t like you move on with your life.”         

“Easy for you to say…. You didn’t get your heart ripped out by the girl of your dreams.”         

“Dude, I don’t have a girl of my dreams.  I have girls of my dreams.  See that way I get dumped by one, I have a backup so my heart doesn’t get broken.”         

“What happens when you run out of backups?”         

“I move onto the next town…. Babe city.”         

“I hope you meet a girl who rips out your heart.”         

Calvin wondered over to Samual and Bradly, interested in knowing what his two friends had been up to.  He hadn’t seen them in about a couple of days and was curious to know what had been going on.  “Hey, bros.  What’s up?         

“My heart has been torn to shreds.”         

“Dude, move on.  Everyone else already knew that Evlyn didn’t want anything to deal with you anyways.  It’s probably cause you’re always hanging out with this,” Calvin replied, pointing to Samual, “inconsiderate jerk.”         

“Hey!” Samual acted offended.         

“But we were going to get married,” Bradly began.  “Kids…. A dog…. A nice backyard…. We were going to live in the white house.”         

“You wanted to be president?”         

“No there’s this nice white house on the other side of town.  But now, my dreams are ruined.”         

“Dude, he’s acting like a chick,” Calvin whispered to Samual.         

“I know and he’s really scaring me.”  Samual had to agree.  “If he says that he wants to go home and watch the Disney