Chapter Twenty-Eight
Wraith
My blood boils.
My vision is red.
My hands clench and unclench around the handlebars of my bike.
The cool air whipping around my body seems to only intensify my emotions.
After my sister told me the news about our father I went out for an evening ride, but that wasn’t enough to tame the monster ripping free from the bars I keep it in.
So, I went back home, put on my biker gear, that includes my biker gloves, boots, motorcycle armor, and my black helmet with grey angel wings in the back.
I then go to the garage to grab a few weapons with my favorite guns attached to my thigh.
Frani might not be as tech savvy as me, but I was able to locate one of the houses Jamie lives in.
I would say I stumbled upon it by luck, but I think it was out of anger and my protective side coming out.
I literally stayed staring at my computer screen for a few hours to find anything on him.
I hacked into his security cameras and learned that the motherfucker is married and tonight his wife is with him.
With him distracted I know how I’m going to attack him; I’m not going to kill him because it’s not my place to do so.
Though if the opportunity came I wouldn’t mind snatching it up.
Kissing my guy a goodnight kiss and covering his sleeping body with my blankets I place my helmet on my head and exit my bedroom.
“Lock up the house, I’ll be back.” I tell Frani as I pass her down the stairs.
“What are you going to do?” she asks.
“Just lock up and make sure you and Grey Eyes are safe.” I say, exiting house.
Getting on my bike I make my way to the house, my backpack strapped tightly on my back.
***
The house is in a private caul-de-sac, protected by a gate so I when I pull to it I hack into the system and open the gate.
Pulling up in front of the house I see guards standing outside of it like it’s some type of venue.
Looking around I see a bunch of cars parked out on the curb and along the long driveway.
Looking through the windows I see people moving about through the house.
With the new information I sit and map out my plan.
Parking my bike in the shadows some distance away from the place I get off it and stick to the shadows as I make my way back on foot.
I left my helmet with my motorcycle, but the bottom half of my face is covered with a grey face mask.
Hiding behind a corner I peep over to see how far the guards and I are apart.
Reaching into my backpack I pull out the foggers and roll them between the two men.
Immediately the front door is covered in fog which gives me the advantage to run up to the first guard who is on guard, looking around, trying to swat the fog away.
Wrapping my arm around his neck I use my grip on him to choke him out. He fights me but his little jabs do nothing. I hear a voice coming from his intercom and when he’s passed out I grab it and place it near my ear canal to hear what the person is saying.
“Lee, what was that?” the voice asks. “Is everything okay?”
I smirk. If only he knew. The other guard charges after me and tries to punch me.
I duck out of the way and land a right hook underneath his rips before making contact with his Solar Plexus.
He falls to the ground almost instantly.
Getting to the door I see that the lock is an electronic lock.
I pull out my phone to see if I can hack into it, but my ears perk up and behind the door I hear footsteps and voices getting closer.
Shit! Looking around I see that there is a large tree in the yard that has limbs touching the house.
Grabbing ahold of a low branch I climb into the tree.
The front door opens and I look down onto the men exiting the house all dressed in black.
I’m caught by surprise when I see some men dressed in green step out.
Ezmereldain De’verde. Looking up I see a window open.
The window leads to a bedroom so quickly and quietly I climb through the tree and the window.
The room is dark and I see ropes, shackles, duck-tape, whips, among other horrifying things strung about the room thanks to the moonlight shining through the window.
I frown picking up a whip before sitting it back down.
Exiting the room I carefully find the stairs.
The stairs are in my sight when a gun is pressed to my head, the cold metal only increasing my anger.
“Pause motherfucker!” the one holding me at gunpoint says, his Hispanic accent thick.
Holding my hands up in surrender I slowly turn around to face him. He’s shorter than me by a whole foot and has ugly tattoos all over his arm.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
I don’t answer, I just look him up and down.
“Hey I asked you a questi—”
Before he can finish his outburst I grab his wrist and twist it.
He nearly pulls the trigger on the gun but since I don’t want my cover blown I grab the gun and kick it into a nearby room.
He uses his other hand to punch my ribs.
It stings, not going to lie but it’s something I can ignore.
He then kicks me which makes me stumble into a glass table, causing it to fall and shatter.
Shit, there’s noise coming from downstairs so I hope that noise drowned out the table falling and breaking.
Regaining my balance I charge after the guy.
He tries to trip me but fails and tumbles into the broken glass.
He grunts in pain as the glass cuts his flesh.
He picks up a big piece of gnarly shaped glass and begins to swing at me with it.
I dodge every. Single. One. Catching his arm I kick him in the side.
He grunts and stumbles backwards but before I let him fall, I grab the piece of glass from his hand.
Bending down I pick him up by the throat and plaster his body to the wall.
My grip on his throat sinister, tears roll from his eyes as his hands claw at mine.
Placing the piece of glass in my back pocket I use my now free hand to hold his hands above his head.
Releasing his throat I grab the glass and plant it into his palms. Before he could scream I cover his mouth with my gloved hand.
“Pause that scream motherfucker.” I grumble into his ear.
Reaching into my thigh strap I pull out my little blue knife and slice his throat.
Stepping back I let him fall to the ground, the glass vertically ripping his hands in half, watching the life leave his body.
Walking into the room I kicked the gun into and pick it up once I spot it.
Something moves in the corner of my eyes and I stand up straight and look around.
I don’t see anything or anyone, but I know someone is in here.
“Whoever you are I’d advise you to come out and come out slowly.” I warn. “Otherwise, you won’t like what will happen to you when I find you myself.”
Seconds later the door closes and my hand flies to my gun in my thigh strap. I pull it out and point it at the door. The lights come on and immediately I see a boy. He looks scared with tears in his eyes and red marks on his body.
“Are you going to hurt me, like he did?” he asks.
“No.” I shake my head.
Like he did. That echoes in my brain like a siren song. What the fuck does he mean, like he did? I put my gun away and look the boy up and down. He’s just in his underwear.
“Where are your clothes?” I ask.
“He ripped them off me and my sister.” The boy says before crying.
Reaching into my backpack I pull out my t-shirt and drape it over the boy.
“Who is ‘he’?” I ask.
“Jamie.” The boy cries.
That motherfucker!
“Okay, okay, hush, shh-shh.” I soothe him, rubbing my hand on his back.
“You’re safe, stay up here, when I leave lock the door, don’t answer it for anyone.” I instruct him. “Do you understand me?”
He nods.
“When I come back to get you I’ll open the door, okay?”
“Okay.” He says.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Jason.”
“Hello Jason, I’m Wrath.”
He smiles before coming to hug me.
“Are you going to save me?” he asks.
“Yeah bud.” I say. “But I need to do something first, okay?”
“Okay, save my sister too please!” Jason says.
“Where is she?”
The light that was just in him quickly fades away and it makes me upset.
“She’s... downstai—”
We hear footsteps approaching the door and Jason quickly takes my hand and pulls us both in the closet. He runs to the light switch and turns the light off before running back to me. The door opens and I see a shadow. The door closes and I see a silhouette of another child.
“Hannah!” Jason says, running to her. “Hannah, you’re okay!”
Hannah is crying. I step out of the closet and turn the lights on. Hannah screams as she jumps, obviously traumatized.
“No, Hannah, it’s okay, he’s our guardian angel come to save us.” Jason said.
Hannah calms down as she looks at me. She wipes her nose and I look her over. Her hair is messy and her clothes are tattered. Fuck.
“Is that true?” she asks.
I’m no guardian angel but I will save them, I promise that. In response I let them believe that I’m their guardian angel and nod my head.
“Hey Jason, buddy.” I call.
“Yes?”
“Can you watch over your sister until I get back?” I ask.
He nods while giving me a thumbs up. “Yes!”
I smile. “Good, I’ll be right back.”
When I exit the room I hear the door lock and I smirk proudly.
Looking up and down the hallway I see that it is empty, so I make my way to the staircase slowly, cautiously.
When I get to the bottom of the steps I’m met with loud laughter and the smell of weed hits my nose.
I scrunch my nose at the horrific smell as I make my way down the spacious hallway that leads to what looks like a theatre room turned to a showroom.
Sticking to the shadows and corners I examine the room.