Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?

The blood curdling screams of a woman echoing from the room next door would be cause for concern for any normal person. Faced with this situation, most wouldn’t hesitate to dial the police, but Wraith isn't a normal person. His only concern right now is trying to get some sleep. Wraith tries to ignore the cries for help as he tosses and turns, throwing a pillow over his head in an effort to muffle out the combination of a woman’s screams for help and the deep echoing of a male shouting at her to shut up. There’s a short break of silence. “Finally”, he thinks as rolls to his side and closes his eyes.

Just as he begins to drift off, the male voice booms through the wall. “I want my money you fucking cunt!” This is followed by the sound of glass shattering and the terrified pleas of the woman to not hurt her. Wraith whips his blanket off and sits up on the side of the bed. Through the darkness he stares a hole through the wall of the neighboring room. The shadows seem to conveniently hide his face, but the smallest bit of light shining in through the blinds highlight his eyes, eyes that seem to lack any emotion.

”Puh.. Please Sugar...”, she pleads with him, but she’s cut short when another glass shatters against the wall, just inches from hitting her. She lets out a high pitched scream, but he yells over her. “WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU WHORE?” Wraith can’t ignore what is going on next door to him anymore. He calmly stands up and grabs his mask as the disturbance continues.

Meanwhile, in the room next door. Sugar licks his lips as he slides his brown leather jacket off of his shoulders revealing the light blue tracksuit underneath. ”Daddy’s gonna show you what happens when you try and hold out on him, baby.” The girl lays on the floor sobbing. She appears to be a black girl, late 20’s to early 30’s, and a paraplegic judging by the fact that her wheelchair lay overturned beside of her shriveled up bone thin legs. She looks up to Sugar with black mascara running down her dark skin. ”Baby please, I’ll gets your money…” she begs before breaking back down to tears. Sugar takes a couple of steps towards her as he unzips his tracksuit down to his belly, nearly blinding her with the light reflecting off of his pale white gut. ”Oh you gonna give me what’s mine, bitch.”

(KNOCK KNOCK)

”Go away, we’re busy!” Sugar yells without so much as looking towards the door. He pulls his hard dick out of his track pants and forces it into the girls mouth. Her eyes tighten and tears stream down her cheeks as Sugar has his way with her.

(KNOCK KNOCK)

Sugar looks back towards the door angrily as he shouts. ”I said GO AWAY!” Then turns his attention back to the crippled girl. He jerks head head back and forth in sync with his thrusting.



The loud crashing of the door being kicked in catches Sugar off guard, causing him to stumble and trip over his victim. What’s more shocking is when he catches a glimpse of the man who just kicked in his door. It’s Wraith with his black leather mask and pink fuzzy bathrobe standing in the doorway just staring into the room.

”What in the fuck are you supposed to be?” Sugar exclaims.

”Please help me!” the still unnamed woman cries out.

Wraith doesn’t react to either of them. Instead he remains in the doorway not moving a muscle. Sugar see’s this as an opportunity to try and reach for his gun. He slowly inches his hand to the back of his pants. Wraith tilts his head to the side, watching Sugar’s hand attentively. Finally, realizing what he must be trying, Wraith darts into the room and straight towards Sugar. Sugar panics and quickly draws the gun, managing to fire off a round.



Just before catching a running knee square on the nose! Sugar drops the gun as his eyes tear up and blood gushes down his face. The girl screams out in horror as Wraith continues his assault. With Sugar’s head now firmly pinned up against the wall, Wraith continues to deliver strike after strike until Sugar’s face looks like a squashed tomato. Wraith falls into Sugar, taking short quick breaths. The extreme violence displayed by Wraith now has the woman more afraid of him than she was of Sugar.

”Please… please don’t hurt me!” She begs as she tries to crawl away.

Wraith, still out of breath, looks to the woman trying to crawl away from him. He quickly stands up and positions himself standing in front of her.

”Oh Lord please no, PLEASE NO! Jesus God Almighty! This ain’t happening! PLEASE GOD!”

Wraith kneels down and gently caresses her cheek in an effort to calm her down. Still sobbing, she begins to gain control of herself. She looks up to Wraith and thinks that maybe she’s safe. The thought doesn’t last long though. In a blink Wraith wraps his arm around her neck and quickly snaps up, breaking her neck.

On his way out of the room, he turns out the lights and pulls the door to. He finally has the silence that he sought, but will not be around to enjoy it. No, there will be no sleep for Wraith tonight, not here. He knows that it’s only a matter of time before the bodies are found and the police are called, and with the gunshot and all of the racket that was coming from that room beforehand, it’s likely to be sooner than later.

Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?

Who is Wraith?