Keep In the Silence

Introduction
They say if you turn off the lights and any electronics near and sit in a room perfectly dark and silent, you can hear it. You can hear the ringing far into the distance. They say that�s your brain trying to explain the silence, but they�re wrong. Dead wrong.
It�s them. They�re after you. Some people can hear the ringing all their lives, those are the lucky ones. If you can�t hear the ringing, they broke through. No amount of running or hiding can save you. But only a couple of people can�t hear it. IN every century, ten to fifteen are born.
If you can hear the ringing, consider yourself lucky. Go live your life to the fullest. If you can�t try it again, maybe you�ll hear it.
All these children, about in the teens, can�t hear the ringing. They are chosen by some people I cannot say for they�ll kill me right this instant. The children all are given a special ability by the time they�re thirteen.
Be lucky that you can hear the ringing, and if you can�t, I�m sorry. I�m so very sorry.

One: Medusa

Medusa grabbed her gym bag and shrugged it over her shoulder. Sneaking out in the middle of the night has been easier than she thought, way easier.
Her father couldn�t hear the garage over his own drunken snores. Medusa Trotter has been a good kid all her life. Well, all her life up until eighth grade until she could see people no one else could. She became quiet, very quiet that she hasn�t spoken since then.
A car rushed by her splashing her shoes with dirty sewer water. She could see a few kids walking right past her. They were covered in white fog; Medusa detected them as being dead. Every dead person she saw was covered in white wispy fog from head to toe, if they had all their body parts. Medusa tried ignoring them, but it never seemed to go away.
She�d seen things she thought only existed in horror movies. She kept her hat covering her eyes so her neighbors won�t see her. Even though it�s the middle of the night, some of her neighbors loved to party.
�Hey, why are you ignoring me again?� She befriended a little girl who died because her dad drowned her in the bathtub, Talia Hast. Medusa didn�t have to speak to her directly to communicate. She figured out they could read minds so she kept silent. No one ever really noticed, though.
I�m just tired, I guess. Medusa replied. Talia watched as the car sped past her. The sewer water didn�t affect her. �Sure you are.� Talia said. She sighed. Medusa couldn�t see her after that. Medusa just tried to get to the bus station before the tiredness took ahold of her.
�Hey,� Medusa turned around, no one. She brushed it off seeing how many spirits do that to her.

Fortunately, the bus station was still open. Medusa dug into her pockets, $150. It was just enough to get her where she wanted to go.
�Can I help you?� A tired grown man asked. Medusa pointed to her throat, the man got the idea after a couple of minutes. He signed �Can I help you?� Medusa signed back, �One ticket to Arizona.�
�$155.� Medusa sighed. �I only have $150.�
�Fine, only because I�m the only one here and I don�t want this job anymore.� He gave Medusa the ticket. Medusa saw eyes flicker white. She sighed; she didn�t want to do this this early in the morning. She silently took out salt. When she grabbed the ticket, she took the chance and showered him in salt.
The man screamed. The spot where the majority of the salt landed turned into a giant burned blotchy scar. Medusa saw that his eyes were white. She took the ticket and ran towards the bus. She knew this was the bus she was getting on.
�Hey!� The bus driver yelled. She was in her mid-forties. Medusa could tell. She wore blue boy shorts and a sweat shirt. �The bus to Arizona isn�t �til four!� Medusa looked at the radio on the bus. It was 3:48. The driver glanced at her and nodded.
Medusa used Persuasion on her. When she got the ability to see spirits, she always found out she can coax people into doing things she wanted.
Medusa climbed on the bus right after dropping a line of salt on the third step of the bus.
She ran to the very back left hand corner. She was left handed and loved everything on the left.
Before she knew it, people started to board the bus. She noticed the cashier man was nowhere in sight. Medusa made sure no one would sit next to her by putting her bags on the seats next to her.
Medusa slept through most of it, her nightmares resting for the trip, and no spirits visited her either. She considered this trip was the only peace she was going to get.
Two: Roxas

Roxas Rickles ran for his life. He ran �til his legs ached and not even then did he stop. He looked behind him, they were catching up. His breathing was coming out in small puffs as if asking to give up and be caught.
He took a sharp turn, those always threw them off. �Rickles! I�m going to get you!� They called out in unison. Roxas couldn�t laugh; afraid it�ll take all the oxygen in his lungs.
He ran up some stairs and closed the door. He ran around his little town, people reacting as if this was normal, which it was. He closed many doors, ran into many shops. Finally he made it into the woods he found when he was younger.
The majority of the people in the town didn�t know it was there. Aside to Roxas and his pets, the woods didn�t exist. Roxas climbed his tree house he finished building not too long ago.
He fell on the floor, watching if they would follow. When they didn�t show, Roxas collapsed on the floor. He breathed heavily.
His cat meowed at his presence. �Hey.� He said. �Timmy, where�s Willy?� Willy was his pet ferret. He was always in his cage and now, with Timmy�s quiet behavior, Roxas had a feeling Willy was in Timmy�s stomach.
Timmy�s tail acted as a guide and twirled towards the window. Roxas approached it, hoping that Willy might still be alive. When he found Willy dead Roxas didn�t hesitate. He put Willy in between his hands and thought of a beating heart. Most people would find it quite disturbing and scary to the thought of someone bringing someone back from the dead.
Roxas Rickles could not only bring people back but also send them there. His Auntie Fist told him he would die at exactly the age of fifty. When Roxas got the ability to bring people back at the age of thirteen, he aunt explained everything.
�When you bring people or anything back you will lose a day of your life, but if you kill anything you gain a day, you got that?� He recalled. He knew he shouldn�t play with the gift. So far, at the age of seventeen, he killed fifteen people and brought back five,
He knew after an hour that he was safe. He jumped out of his tree house and walked towards the town abandoned train tracks. He hasn�t spent much time out of his house but when he does he spends all day outside. Today is one of those days.