On a small island south of East Balam.
A woman screamed at the top of her lungs as she was burned alive, people had gathered around the stake shouting towards the figure up in flames with anger and disgust.
"Burn her!"
"You demon!"
"You took my child!"
A fanatic priest was lying on his knees right infront of the soaring flames, tears streaming down his eyes as he shouted.
"AH SILENT ONE! HOW YOU HAVE BLESSED US! WE GIVE OUR LIVES TO YOU! OH SILENT ONE!"
His words resonated with the people around, they all fell onto their knees. They screamed, they begged but most importantly they were praying for the silent one. The woman who was being burned at the stake had finally gone silent. Her stomach tore open and two small hands revealed themselves, slowly a child crawled out, as it crawled out the pious priest gasped in ecstasy.
The babies legs were connected to a neck stump. As the child crawled out so did the body it was connected to. It didn't make a sound, its mouth being hollow, but it's eyes full of life. It reached out, splaying it's fingers before grabbing the Bishop by the head. One large hand wrapped around the neck and the other the leg. With a powerful pull it tore off the man's head along with his spine. It also accidentally took out his leg. The people that had gathered around stared, not in horror but in joy. They stared at the reincarnation of the silent one, the reincarnation standing atop the stake.
Morris peeked over the wall of a random home, his eyes locked onto the creature atop the stake. The person who was burned was his mother, a false lamb they called her. Morris dropped onto his knees and cried, he clutched at his black hair and began hiccuping. He quickly got up and ran away, clearly the rest of the villagers had lost it!
Ten days ago a man who called himself a priest came to Brook village, a village on a island south of East Balam. He called himself a prophet, a blessed one of of the silent god. Villagers who believed in death quickly converted like they were hypnotised. Morris kept running back to his house with tears on his eyes.
His vision was turning blurry but he kept running to distance himself from the villagers. In one month, according to the priest, the town would be cleansed of all non believers. He didn't know what this meant but didn't want to find out either. Soon he finally reached the two story home that belonged to him and his mother. He locked himself inside and boarded up the door just in case. He sat down and piously prayed to death, hoping the god would save him. Morris was currently 17, he had dark hair and black eyes. He also had tan smooth skin. For his age he was built fairly well. Not only that but he was also 186 centimeters tall.
He was desperately trying to calm himself down in such a situation. The silent one was here.
He grabbed a kitchen knife along with a hatchet before leaving home and going to the mayor's office in order to steal a gun. After a ten minute walk he finally reached the mayor's building, it was the most expensive but also the tallest one. He peered through the windows and saw that no one was inside. Then out of nowhere the front doors swung open revealing the mayor in his underwear!
"Dear... silent one... take me!" The mayor dashed away towards the direction of the main square. Morris gulped and held his axe tightly while heading inside.
Im the only sane one out here.
Slowly he walked forwards and looked into every room he could find, he hadn't been into the mayor's office before after all, only officials could enter. Eventually he found a storage room that had a shotgun and rifle in it. He opted for the rifle and picked it up, he had used a rifle for hunting before but it was borrowed from a old man who lived close. Morris slung the rifle over his shoulder and escaped without being seen. Fortunately all the villagers had gathered at the square.
"MORRIS! WE HAVE BEEN GRACED!"
A familiar voice called out to him, his friend Ruth had called out. When Morris glanced at the direction he saw Ruth stand there with patches of his hair missing. His mouth was half closed by stitches with blood dripping from it.
"Come with me! Please Morris!"
Morris couldn't hurt a friend of his, no chance. He ran away and looked back a few times to see if Ruth followed. Luckily he didn't. Morris made it back home.
He took a seat and began munching on rye bread while planning on a escape. He had a relatively modest home. His first floor had a ceiling that made him crouch slightly. There were a few carpets hang up on the walls along with a few small paintings.
He couldn't send a telegram since the telegram office was in the middle of the village where all the crazies are.
Second, the only way off the island was by a boat or ship. But all the boats and ships were destroyed and Morris couldn't build one!
And third, he was all alone now. He prayed to death but nothing happened. And he was too afraid to pray to a hidden entity or creature. His mother always warned him of such things.
He was truly alone.
...
2 AM, Hôtel Les Saisons Ramenées.
Leon sat dumbfounded next to Eli. He broke out in sweat instantly.
it was 6AM a few seconds ago... now it's back to 2! A time loop?
That was his first assumption. He turned to Eli and waited for a reaction.
Eli Cooper gulped and turned to Leon.
"Did you..."
Leon didn't need the rest of the sentence and simply nodded. Eli grit his teeth and got up. If they were stuck in a time loop there was a cause!
Leon who suddenly got bold got off his bed and ran down the stairs to the lobby before rushing out the building.
Tick, Tick, Tick.
2AM.
Eli and Leon stared at eachother for a long time.
...
Brook village, on a island South of East Balam.
Morris was hyperventilating. He couldn't fall asleep, he could only think of his mother and the Silent one. Tears rolled down his eyes while he was simultaneously laughing.
He couldn't get the images of his mother being burned at the stake and the monster that crawled out of her stomach out of his mind. He was still wearing his frock coat and shoes while lying curled up in bed.
Back in the village square, the people who protested themselves began transforming into monsters of different sizes and shapes. Some were as tall as ten meters and others had shed off their skin and replaced their flesh with worms. People all around the silent one began losing their minds and going insane. They all split off to different directions hunting one little rabbit.