Shout 2000

by theRegalBeagle

Disclaimer: Again, I do not own The Da Vinci Code. Dan Brown does. That means that I do not own Silas or Sauniere. Or Langdon, Neveu, or Teabing. They don't actually appear in this story, but I didn't want to get any stupid people out there confused.

A/N:Read on!!

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Chapter Three – So Many to Kill…

"Stay Away!" Sauniere's old and fragile back ached from its contact with the glass wall that he was now laying against. He wished he could push against it, break it, then he would be able to run away from the man that may be the last contact with a human being he'll ever have. The man, a pale Catholic. A monk with a gun. Most likely two, if he had picked Sauniere's up when the curator had dropped it.

Jacques Sauniere shut his eyes. He had no doubt that the monk would kill him.

Sophie.

My sweet…Sauniere thought of how he and his dear granddaughter had so long ago ended it. Destroyed their happy and beautiful life together. Most importantly, he did not want his enemies, these "Catholics", to find out the secret that he has kept for so long…or find out about Sophie. Thinking of his dear's hatred for him, Sauniere felt a little pleased with his current situation. How can I feel guilty and hurt if I am dead? He thought.

"Monsieur?" Sauniere opened his eyes. His killer was getting impatient with him for some reason.

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Silas looked down at the already wasting man lying at his feet, propped up against the glass wall just like a rag doll. He watched him shake, beg, tremble. Then he watched him shut his eyes. The sénéchaux lip's moved slightly to his thoughts. What he was thinking about was debatable. It also held no interest for Silas, as the man slowly stopped shaking.

No fear was no fun. No matter…he thought, it will all be over shortly. "Monsieur?" Sauniere opened his eyes and looked up at the albino, "Any last words before you leave this world?" Silas began lifting his gun. Technically it was the old man's, but it wouldn't matter when Sauniere was dead and the keystone was the Teacher's. The Bishop and the Teacher will be so pleased…Silas thought.

"Maybe you would like to tell me where the secret keystone is? Hm?" Sauniere heard this and quickly straightened his body out.

"Never will I tell you where such a thing is. You are wasting your time with me." Silas smirked and put his gun to his side. With his free hand, and to Sauniere's surprise, the white monk lifted the curator up and pulled him close, "Tell me…now!" Sauniere flinched.

Usually he could contain his aggression in his voice. But the stakes were too high to waste time with a mere old curator. He saw another flinch come from the man. A free minutes soon passed after that, leaving the monk even more impatient and Sauniere even more anxious about his opponents next move.

Silas thought about how important the keystone was to his superiors. They would be so happy and ecstatic if he – no, when he receives – the keystone. And he knew that if he took to long word of his search for the keystone would spread. To many people with to many contacts could find out. And that would not please his superiors any at all.

Looking face to face with one of the four protectors of the Catholic church's destroyer, Silas lost his nerve. He would not let the Teacher don't. And he especially would not let the Bishop don't…not after all he has done for me.

"I am sick and tired of your silence!" he yelled as he threw the curator across the room again. This time he did not stop until he reached the next room, slamming into a crooked wooden desk. Silas quickly turned around and headed straight for Sauniere.

"You will tell me!" He picked him up as Sauniere was getting to his knees.

"No! Please stop!" Sauniere held his breathe as he was thrown into the corridor. But before he could think or comprehend anything, the same strong pale hands latched around his neck and held his breath in place, "Why must you be so difficult? If not for me for you!" He shoved Sauniere down at the same time that he raised his knee.

Sauniere tried to scream, tried to make any sound that would help release this pain that conquered his stomach. But his breath stayed put, frozen by the icy cold hands around his neck. Sauniere felt as though his spine was cracking by Silas' hands around the top of it…and he could have swore that the monk's knee went straight through him, jabbing his spine as well as any organs in the way.

Silas' rage was building up. He knew that if he wasn't to careful and last to much control he would surely kill the last man that he needed evidence from. Three sénéchaux already told the truth, retelling the last one's keystone hiding spot. If Sauniere told of the same place, the same spot then his work will have been completed for the most part. Acquiring the keystone from whoever was guarding it would be too easy, it didn't even bother need planning.

Silas could sense the pain as well as see the pain that the curator was in. No air, a jab in the stomach, and his life's devotion almost down the drain. Almost…Silas thought, " I highly doubt that it can even be considered that anymore." Sauniere looked at Silas through the corner of his eye. Suddenly he felt a release on his neck. Breath unfroze and warmed his body, giving him some relaxation from the pain. It felt like the sweetest sensation he had ever received.

Gaining color in his skin again, Sauniere fell to the floor of the corridor that helped light up the Art Recovery Rooms that lay in the basement of the Louvre. Many nights he spent here, either watching or even helping. He enjoyed it very much. It made him feel like a doctor…like the paintings were his peers and he had the gift that could attend to their cuts and bruises.

"Last chance, Sauniere." Sauniere looked up. Did he call him by his name? This shocked the man greatly. He didn't know why he was so surprised. It just never occurred to him that the pale monk would ever say it. Sauniere's name just rolled off the monk's tongue, like he had practiced it before coming after him.

"…you wouldn't kill me before I told you. I'm your only hope." Sauniere knew this wasn't true, and Silas knew that also (obviously). Silas raised his gun.

"Rather poetic that you die by your own weapon…your own bullets." Sauniere heard the click of the gun, "You think I did no research? I just came in here with a fifty percent chance of you working late? Hmm! I already had a talk with your other friends. They weren't as slow or as stupid as you are, Monsieur." Silas laughed quietly under his hood, "Well, as you were."

"NO! Okay! Okay. I will tell you what you want to know! Just please…don't shoot me, Monsieur!" Silas lowered the gun.

He already talked with them…I know what they did…Sauniere began describing the nesting place of the Priory of Sion's keystone. Outside the air blew cold winds through the streets of Paris. Leaves gathered under the wheels of cars parked for the night. Birds rested in their nests, waiting for the warmth of the sun to announce a new day.

"…and you will end your search with pride I hope." Silas smiled. Four out of four…Sauniere slowly stood up, "Now…leave my gallery. Go off with you!" Locking eyes, Sauniere was nerves about the smile…the grin, on Silas' face.

"I thank you, Monsieur. But Like your friends you are to knowledgeable. You are still a threat to the well-being of my mission and the Catholic church…my church. So I say goodbye to you."

What! Sauniere froze. No…Silas slowly put the gun at eye level with Sauniere. It was obvious that fear and shock were paralyzing him.

"Pain is good." And with that, the monk who had killed so many had pulled the trigger of the gun that belonged to the man he was aiming at…...

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A/N: Ha! Cliff-hanger!! I love it! Sry, guys, thought that this would add to the drama and suspense of the story. Don't worry, there is another chapter. I may end it at chapter four but I'm not sure. I should update it soon though…not like last time, right?

A great big 'you kick serious ass' to the fallowing reviewers:

fabala4077: my first reviewer!

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