Phonophobia (Violence warning)

Silence. Silence is the subject I have learned about my entire life. My name is Dr. Shila Shulziker, but those in my way call me Death. I turned the sound off when it needed it. I make those who are so full of themselves: Powerless. Fearful of what comes next. Toying with my food. Like a confident predator stalking its prey. God can't silence the world, so I will. Shila would be walking into what looked like a once abandoned house. The floors were creaky, and the air was thick with dust. The windows once sunfilled windows were warped from age. The smell from the disturbing things that happened currently could fumigate gas masks. The door to the front would close, and the estranged people heard the patting of feet. The five people would look at the sound from one side of the room to the other. The sound stopped as they moved away from what they thought was the sound. They would shift nervously. They intensely watched as one screamed: "What the hell is that? G-Ghost!" He would point in the direction of said ghost and then cry. "You stay away from me! You freak!" He would fall back onto the ground. He covered his face, but his neck would have an indent as he started suffocating. Everyone would stare in abject horror. One would fall over as the thug would start for the door and then stop in his tracks. He would nearly flop over, and then he cracked his neck. He would turn as his eyes were blood-filled and enraged. "Weakness... An obstacle." He would grab a gun from his side pack and shoot a goon in the chest twice, and then another thug would move out of the way. The thug would have hidden as the nearly possessed thug would move towards him, and he would round the corner to break his neck with a bat. The possessed man would flop hard onto the floor. The man would huff and breathe heavily as finally; Death would appear in his sightline. A godless creature. A woman dressed in pale human leather. The eye sockets were tired, and the costume's rounded mouth was sewn onto her lips. The skin is stitched together from the groin to the neck. A smile stitched onto the outfit. Her costume hair was back into a ponytail. She wore a sheathe that would house a long knife. She would touch the handle and slowly pull the knife out. "Ahhh." She held out her left hand. "Come... Let us fight face to face." She grinned from ear to ear. The stitching ripped in her face to show her grim smile. She would slowly walk at him as he charged her. She would have ducked under his horizontal swing. She then used the back end of the knife to smash the front of his face. He fell hard onto the creaky floor. Shila would stare at her work as she laughed and shook her head. "Was little ol' me too much, boys?" She gestured and sheathed her knife. She would start to leave. Finally... Silence. How wonderful of a sound.