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Chapter 2 Excerpt from Shadow People: Quickening of the Wicked
~ DEATH BREEDERS ~
Featuring THE WRAITH
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
co-habitants and usher in a new world that would emit such infinite
darkness that it would consume the power of the sun.
Instinctively, it was 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 stand still in the middle of a room illuminated by only a
single low-watt bulb 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, yet unbound, 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 wrapping film, 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 inside 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 cruelty and at once began to remove the cuffs from the naked boy’s wrists and ankles.
No
sooner had Malik stood trembling upright did the shadow move on him. It
wrapped itself around Malik as he started to squeal and screech like an
animal ensnared. Malik’s body soaked up the shadow like a sponge. As
the nefarious shadow filled him his heart immediately burst, his blood
instantly coagulated, and his brain collapsed. At the same moment that
his lifeless body began to fall to the floor, his spirit, and the spirit
of the wraith rose up out of it. Both spirits, one black, the other
gray, appeared to dance together around the room. They swirled and
churned, mixing the gray into the black. They could no longer be
distinguished as two separate entities until they split like the
division of cells.
The two appeared to stand face to face. The
newborn, more or less the size of its former host body was much smaller
in stature than its maker.
The phantom creator, communicated to its offspring through telepathy, Two
commandments I give to you, multiply and destroy. Do as I have done to
you, increase a billion fold and go forth to obliterate all the Earth’s
life forms.
It pointed to the boy on the bed, who lay still and unmoving exactly as he had before he was unbound, Overtake this one, and let it begin.
The shadow soldier would obey unquestioningly. Unlike human spirits,
given the supreme gift of freewill from their just and amorous Creator,
the shadow entities were not recipients of the same. It directly jumped
on the pitiable teenager and seeped into him.
The boy’s body did
not immediately succumb to death as Malik’s had. Only The Wraith had
the ability to cause death instantaneously, as it was in essence, a pure
form of negative energy.
The boy however, with his body already
weakened, began to deteriorate. His skin turned pallid. Large puss
filled sores broke out on his face, arms, and legs. Blood started to
ooze from every open orifice. The shadow found it easy to control his
already insane mind and the boy lost his own ability to reason and
choose.
His upper body rose up into a sitting position like a
dead man rising. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and then
fell forward catching himself with his hands. He walked out of the room
on all fours, on his hands and feet like an animal. He moved quickly
like something trapped and trying to find a means of escape. The shadow
linked into the boy's mind and used his sight and his memories to find
an exit.
When the shadowed boy had found the front door, he slid
his hands up the wood, as he stood straight. Huge splinters pierced and
slid under the skin of his palms. He beat against the door with his
fists so fiercely that the sides of his hands bruised, swelled, split,
and bled. Once he remembered how to use the latch he burst through the
opening so abruptly that he stumbled and skidded across the cement with
such force that his rapidly decaying and festering skin on one cheek,
arm, and leg scraped off in sheets.
He rose up on all fours
again just as two men, tripping over their own feet and bouncing off
each other, walked drunkenly on the other side of the street. They were
making their way home after the long night of debauchery and depravity
they had just spent in the company of four Chinese santings or third
tier prostitutes. The men laughed as they recalled the abuse and
humiliation they had heaped upon the young women.
The possessed
boy, naked and rotting, ran at them almost sideways like a crab and
leapt at the man closest, knocking him to the ground. He bit ferociously
at the man's face, tearing off his lips, cheek, and nose, and gouged
one of his eyes with his fingers completely ripping it out of its
socket. He used his other hand to claw open his neck pulling apart his
jugular vein. The boy spewed froth, spittle, and teeth that had loosened
from his disintegrating gums, and flung out tuffs of his own matted
hair. The attack was so swift that the man never had a chance to cry
out, let alone defend himself.
The shadow had pushed the boy’s
body to its uttermost limit of human strength, even beyond its normal
capabilities after it had been cruelly weakened by malnutrition and
prolonged immobility. The shadow sensed the boy’s body was about to
expire as his blood pressure rose at an alarming rate and his rapid
heartbeat meant a stroke or cardiac arrest was eminent.
The
other man, splattered in the warm blood of his friend, with his mind
muddled with drugs and alcohol was slow to respond. He sluggishly turned
away from the grisly spectacle and then consciously willed himself to
run.
The deaths of the man lying in a pool of his own blood and
bits of fleshy tissue, and the possessed boy were concurrent. The
exiting shadow quickly seized and turned the boy’s spirit as its Shadow
King had done to his own. Two shadows strong now, they both caught and
turned the malicious spirit of the dead man even as it rose and floated
above the rooftops of the single story homes.
Three shadows, all
the same, indistinguishable from each other, with spastic movements,
drifted downwards at an angle towards the other fleeing, terror-stricken
man.
One shadow overtook and overshadowed the man who at once
projected vomit at full force a foot out from him. Feverish and filled
with an overwhelming murderous rage, the man continued towards his home
where his slumbering wife and two small daughters waited for his return.
In the meantime, the other two shadows, now on opposite sides of the
street, entered into the dwellings of the unsuspecting.
Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved by Stacy Stephens and Cindy Jackson
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