''CRASH!!!''"' A sudden burst came from the kitchen of apartment 1000 of Finche Pointe. If people had rush to the slightly open door to the dark complex, which none ever seemed to as this was a usual occurrence in the complex,they would have walked into a mess of mixed emotions and troubled souls. As beer was splattered along the usually clean white walls and glass covered the tiled floors, those who entered would have seen the owner of this such place sprawled out on the floor, looking as glum as a man can. As Blackie lay on the floor with his unshaven, clothes ragged, wash-out self, he thought of the earlier day. The day had played out as such.
The morning had been slightly unusual for him, as not only was his refrigerator empty but there had been a large ruckus from one of the near-by apartments that had awaken him earlier than any other man should be awaken. But with such an untimely set of circumstances he simply got out of his king sized master bed, walked across the wood floor and stared blankly down at the ongoing cars from his bed room balcony. Many times when Blackie would look on he would notice an odd taxi sitting outside the building or a strange set of tractor trailer near random stores or restaurants. However, on this early morning he saw nothing, in fact, there was nothing but silence over all of Finche Pointe and even the city, for as much as he could see. In fact as Blackie sat stared into the blank nothingness that was the world, it reminded him of a past life he had. A life where times of silence were the times where business was the best. Times when life could not get any better, when crime was only stopped by the feeling of guilt after one had done such and those told to stop it simply helped keep the balance of crime and justice based off a dollar amount. Blackie recalled in his own life the bonds of friendship that he once had with a brother. The two would be fall-out for each other and shared in the wealth of their not so innocent deeds. He thought of how the two were the most respected by all who knew them, movie stars looked to them for advice, and "friends" sought them for specific jobs to be done. However, as Blackie kept recollecting, the haunting images of the times also started taking him over. As they gained fame and power, the times got easier. Simply problems could be handled by easy means until finally the power hungry brothers could settle their own problems by means of a more simple way of weaponry. As Blackie sat in the mind crazed silence he thought of the sound that broke the silence all those years ago. A silence that came from him own hand and the sound that silenced his own brother and friend.
