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I've recently come up with a new story idea and I want to know what you all think of it. It's a first draft so be easy on the criticism. The story title is currently "What the Silence Screams". It may or may not change as my story develops. Below is the preface of this idea. I hope you enjoy it!
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-thevoiceinside
WHAT THE SILENCE SCREAMS - preface
The soft pitter patter of uneasy footsteps echoed in the dark alley. The boy rounded another corner, squatting behind a metal dumpster. He could hear their voices; muffled, yet close. The air gave off a musty, almost suffocating sense. A stack of one hundred dollar bills fell carelessly to the ground. The sound froze his insides, causing him to curse under his breath. Stuffing the wad of cash back into his backpack, he ducked behind an apartment stairwell. Several moments passed and the only sound to be heard was a distant police siren. The alley seemed to be trapping his every escape route and the only light illuminating the alley came from a second floor apartment; casting murky shadows against the opposite building. The fear inside him swelled abnormally, promising to burst his gut. The boy pulled a 6mm pistol from his jeans as he rose to his feet. His heart failed to beat for several seconds; cold steel pressed firmly against his neck. The boy raised his arms in a surrendering stance, pistol in hand.
“Drop it.” A scratchy, familiar voice spoke from behind. Choking fumes of cigarette smoke met the boy’s lungs with an eerie greeting. The pistol fell from the boy’s grasp and hit the dirt ground with a muffled clunky twang.
“Alright Ray, back down.” The boy spoke sternly, his voice quivering. The man with the scratchy voice lowered his weapon. Two other men grabbed the boy and flung him against the brick wall, pinning his arms helplessly.
“Where’s my money, Hendricks?” The man spoke again, pacing back and forth, nervously. Tears pierced the boy’s eyes and even still, he wouldn’t cry.
“It’s in the bag, I swear!”
“It better be. Slik, search it.” He said motioning toward a prune looking man who shoved the boy from the wall, prying the backpack from the boy’s back. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He rummaged through the bag, placing wads of cash in stacks on the dusty pavement. The man’s face showed no emotion, he was unfeeling. The boy was still held captive by the jawing grasp of the third man. He too looked to be in his mid-twenties, although his face was unfamiliar to the boy, unlike the other two men.
“750 big ones are missing.” The prune looking man, referred to as ‘Slik’, spoke angrily as his handed the backpack to his boss. The color drained from the boy’s face, he hesitated, “I can expl—” Ray slapped the boy across the face.
“Shut up Hendricks! You’re asking to be shot. I want my money! I want it now! Where is it?” The scratchy voiced man, Ray, paced again, back and forth. His energy screamed anger and fear.
“I don’t know!” The boy’s voice cracked with terror. Ray raised his fist to the boy’s face in a threatening gesture. He pulled a gun from his leather jacket with his other hand, pressing it firmly into the boy’s abdomen. “I won’t wait too long, Hendricks. And I won’t hesitate to end your pathetic, wasted life. You’ve got four days to cough up the money and tell your friend Pete,” Ray paused, looking around, “wherever he is, that I’ll do the same to him if I don’t see my money soon. Got it?” The boy nodded in agreement as the gun was removed. Ray gestured to the third man who threw the boy to the ground, causing the boy’s right knee to bleed. The three men ran anxiously out of the alley. The boy reached up to touch his sore, numb lip. The taste of blood was definite. He cursed several more times as his staggered to his feet, darting blindly out of the alley in the opposite direction.
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