Page 4 of The Silence of Hell

A chill ran through Chatter as he felt her cold, hard skin. The child was gone. But how long had she been dead? What the hell had he discovered?

Slowly, he checked he had his weapon still, and once he touched it, Chatter hesitated what to do. It went against every bone in his body to leave a baby here. But anyone driving a dead child around was unbalanced, to say the least.

“Tell me she is not damaged,” Lavender begged, distress in her voice.

“She’s dead, lady. How could you not know that?” Chatter snarled, drawing his gun.

“Dead? Who?” Lavender asked.

Chatter couldn’t decide if this woman was a fuckin’ nutcase or if she was genuinely confused.

“Marybelle,” Chatter exclaimed as he rested a hand on the poor baby’s head. She should be alone, and Chatter wouldn’t leave her so.

“Marybelle’s broken!” Lavender shrieked and then cried in pain.

“You can’t break a kid!” Chatter snapped finally.

“What? Marybelle’s a doll!” Lavender yelled.

And that is how Chatter ended up arrested on suspicion of killing a child. Chance laughed his ass all the way to the jail to pick his brother up.

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“Holy crap,” Tiny roared with laughter as he watched the officer’s cam footage. Chance had bribed Lio and managed to get a copy.

They all watched Chatter leap from the vehicle just as the police car arrived. There was a shocked gasp from the uniformed officer as Chatter shook the tiny figure by its hair and then slammed it against the door.

“Die, you possessed fuck!” Chatter roared as he smashed the doll again.

“Oh my God,” Thalia cried, crossing her legs so she didn’t pee herself.

Chatter threw it to the floor as the officer yelled at him and Chatter stomped on it.

“Shit, the lunatic has a gun!” the cop announced as Chatter pulled his weapon and shot the victim at point-blank range.

The officer tackled Chatter, who was yelling about possession, evil eyes, and Chucky at the top of his lungs. He fought the officer off and grabbed the doll before twisting its head right off.

“Shit!” another cop exclaimed, and the first officer’s body cam caught his partner collapsing in a dead faint. Chatter roared like King Kong, beat his chest and threw the head one way and the body the other.

Then Chatter shook like a motherfucker as the police tasered him.

“What the hell?” someone gasped on film.

There was the sound of retching, and the cop who tackled Chatter vomited. “He ripped the kid’s head clean off, Sarg, I couldn’t stop the crazy motherfucker.”

“He’s Hellfire. Do you think he flipped out?” Sarg asked. “Where’s the body?”

“He flung it in two directions,” the officer said and heaved again.

Chatter lay quiet and shaking on the ground.

“You sick bastard,” the cop shouted at Chatter.

“Clements. You better get over here,” Sarg called. Clements’ camera moved, and Chatter faded out of shot.

“What’s that?” Clements asked.

“A doll. Not a child. Your suspect was tearing a doll’s head off. You tasered an innocent guy,” Sarg announced and chuckled.

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