From the vestiges of the ruins of Monrovia, after the catastrophic earthquake and mammoth tidal waves had guaranteed the city's utter and absolute destruction and from the pitiful suffering of fifteen homeless orphans rises up a specter of such might, with such evil intent, that none can stand before it and live. Monrovia’s indigenous residents had existed in a horrifying man made hell so torturous it was beyond mortal words. It is by their sorrow that the great shadow shrouds the city; it is by their screams that it solidifies and takes form. The colossal shadow known as the wraith circles the world of wretchedness. It soars high in the darkness of night, seeking out the most heinous and the most despicable of humans. It possesses many, instantly coagulating their blood, bursting their hearts, collapsing their brains. It is their detestable souls it wants. It captures their departing spirits and alters and mutates them into black ghostly minions. Commanding its newborn shadow-soldiers to destroy and multiply, they instinctively possess humans, turning them into savage, murdering zombies. Having been fashioned from a human spirit, these newly spawned shadow-ghouls are not as strong as their miscreant creator nor as immediately destructive to their human host bodies. However, the ill-fated over-shadowed humans directly begin to exhibit symptoms like that of terminally advanced diseases, experience a rapid deterioration of their flesh, and cannot live to be held captive long. Their minds and wills are controlled supreme with extreme violent tendencies; their only mandate is to kill. These senseless zombies, with broken and decaying bodies pushed beyond their corporal limits are unable to find release even in death. At the demise of their pawns, the shadows quickly transmute the departing spirits into shadow people, thus expediting the shadow and the zombie population exponentially around the globe. The shadows, indestructible and hindered only by light and sunshine, seek to eradicate all humans and their lower life cohabitants and usher in a new world that emits such an infinite darkness that it will consume the power of the sun.
> Lily Maddison
It plunged quickly, passing directly through the roof of the back lane, one story structure. It came to a standstill in the middle of a room illuminated by only a single, low watt bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling. It abruptly moved to the corner, recoiling from the light.
As it scanned the windowless, gore splattered room, and found it furnished with only two small beds, it pulled to the one that radiated pure fear. Handcuffed to the headboard and shackled at the feet, was a teenage boy of about seventeen. He lay face up, crusted in his own excrement and blood. Nothing about him gave the semblance of life. Only his eyes, bulging with terror and madness, moving rapidly from side to side proved the sole indication that he was still alive. On the other bed was the body of another teenage boy, or what was left of his decayed remains. Both hands, the toes of one foot, one leg up to his knee, and his head were gone. The center of his torso was cut and ripped wide open; most of his vital organs had been removed.
The shadow god directed its psychic ability now to the mind of the only other living soul within the squalid and macabre home. It picked up flashes of thoughts like pictures. It saw that a man hovered over a wood-planked work surface, smeared and dripping with slimy grunge. Wielding a 7-inch, ice-hardened cleaver, he was in the process of shaving the calf muscle off a human leg bone. Piled across the wooden bench top were separated mounds of skin, flesh, and muscle. To his left, a large wok held a human liver, heart, and slices of intestines that appeared to be marinating in watery blood. In a bucket at the man’s feet was a discarded, severed head covered tight in plastic wrap, minus the tongue and eyes, which he considered delicacies and had, with ravenous impatience, already eaten raw.
Chen Malik suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to dispose of the remains of the body in the other room. He felt the time for the death of his most recent victim was close at hand. He never fed them; he only forced just enough water down their throats to keep them alive while he tormented them. Malik paused now his fiendish meal preparations and began gathering his tools including a saw and several plastic bags. He wanted to snatch another, always a young man, and usually a runaway. He delighted in seeing them squirm and defecate themselves in terror as he forced them to watch as he dissected the other alive in front of their eyes.
As he hung onto his equipment in one arm, he unlocked the door to the torture chamber and walked into the room. He immediately sensed that someone, other than the wasted form on the rancid cot, was in the room, but did not see anyone.
A loud voice boomed and echoed in his mind, instantly causing several small brain aneurysms, “Behold, I am! And you and I shall be one!”
The massive shadow slithered across the wall, closing in on Malik who now stood paralyzed with shock and fear.
Before his mind could comprehend what he was seeing, the voice, mimicking Malik’s Mandarin language, sounded in his mind again, “Let loose the captive!”
Malik felt his heart palpitate and his bowels loosen. He was compelled to do as the thing commanded if he was to have any hope of surviving the unholy encounter with a being of such might.
He dropped his implements of malevolence and at once began to remove the cuffs from the naked boy’s wrists and ankles. No sooner had he stood trembling upright did the shadow move on him.
Excerpt featuring the Wraith: Chapter 2 ~ FEAR BREEDERS
Nearer but not full on to omniscience and omnipotence, the shadow consciously recognized that in order to create in its own likeness it needed to exploit the souls imprinted with negative emotions. In so doing it would bring about the annihilation of all humans and their lower life cohabitants and usher in a new world that would emit such infinite darkness that it would consume the power of the sun.
Instinctively, it allowed itself to be drawn to a particular human whose emotions were fraught with violence and whose thoughts were consumed with torture and death. Decreasing its swiftness of flight, it drifted over the city of Shanghai. Halting, it enlarged and extended itself further, spanning the entire illustrious metropolis and then descended rapidly, seeking its prey. If it had not been the dead of night, the urban occupants would have feared that their city was next to be inexplicably shadowed and destroyed. When it had honed in on the vile soul of its searching, it compressed and shaped itself into the murky phantom form of a distorted, three dimensional humanoid.It plunged quickly, passing directly through the roof of the back lane, one story structure. It came to a standstill in the middle of a room illuminated by only a single, low watt bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling. It abruptly moved to the corner, recoiling from the light.
As it scanned the windowless, gore splattered room, and found it furnished with only two small beds, it pulled to the one that radiated pure fear. Handcuffed to the headboard and shackled at the feet, was a teenage boy of about seventeen. He lay face up, crusted in his own excrement and blood. Nothing about him gave the semblance of life. Only his eyes, bulging with terror and madness, moving rapidly from side to side proved the sole indication that he was still alive. On the other bed was the body of another teenage boy, or what was left of his decayed remains. Both hands, the toes of one foot, one leg up to his knee, and his head were gone. The center of his torso was cut and ripped wide open; most of his vital organs had been removed.
The shadow god directed its psychic ability now to the mind of the only other living soul within the squalid and macabre home. It picked up flashes of thoughts like pictures. It saw that a man hovered over a wood-planked work surface, smeared and dripping with slimy grunge. Wielding a 7-inch, ice-hardened cleaver, he was in the process of shaving the calf muscle off a human leg bone. Piled across the wooden bench top were separated mounds of skin, flesh, and muscle. To his left, a large wok held a human liver, heart, and slices of intestines that appeared to be marinating in watery blood. In a bucket at the man’s feet was a discarded, severed head covered tight in plastic wrap, minus the tongue and eyes, which he considered delicacies and had, with ravenous impatience, already eaten raw.
Chen Malik suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to dispose of the remains of the body in the other room. He felt the time for the death of his most recent victim was close at hand. He never fed them; he only forced just enough water down their throats to keep them alive while he tormented them. Malik paused now his fiendish meal preparations and began gathering his tools including a saw and several plastic bags. He wanted to snatch another, always a young man, and usually a runaway. He delighted in seeing them squirm and defecate themselves in terror as he forced them to watch as he dissected the other alive in front of their eyes.
As he hung onto his equipment in one arm, he unlocked the door to the torture chamber and walked into the room. He immediately sensed that someone, other than the wasted form on the rancid cot, was in the room, but did not see anyone.
A loud voice boomed and echoed in his mind, instantly causing several small brain aneurysms, “Behold, I am! And you and I shall be one!”
The massive shadow slithered across the wall, closing in on Malik who now stood paralyzed with shock and fear.
Before his mind could comprehend what he was seeing, the voice, mimicking Malik’s Mandarin language, sounded in his mind again, “Let loose the captive!”
Malik felt his heart palpitate and his bowels loosen. He was compelled to do as the thing commanded if he was to have any hope of surviving the unholy encounter with a being of such might.
He dropped his implements of malevolence and at once began to remove the cuffs from the naked boy’s wrists and ankles. No sooner had he stood trembling upright did the shadow move on him.
