The night air was heavy, suffocating even. A deep fog swept across the city streets like a ghost on a mission, smothering every lamp post and shadowing every alley. Somewhere within this cloak of darkness, something was hunting.
The "BangBangs" gang had gone quiet for days. Cheese, the self-proclaimed leader, had holed up in a cheap motel outside the city, paranoia eating away at his sanity. He knew something was after him. He could feel it. One of the gang had already gone missing—Jonas. Then another. Every time they tried to meet up, someone else vanished.
Now, Cheese sat in the corner of his room, gripping a rusted knife with trembling hands, the television playing static. His sweaty fingers twitched every time he heard a creak. "You're just being paranoid," he muttered to himself. But he knew it was a lie. He knew what they did to Lukas. And he knew someone—or something-was—was punishing them for it.
And Wrath was already outside.
Standing silently under the orange glow of the flickering streetlight, the creature was watching. It had no eyes, not in the normal sense, but it knew. It could smell fear, taste regret, sense guilt. And Cheese? He reeked of all three.
Wrath stepped forward, the ground beneath its feet crunching with broken glass. With every move, its monstrous body twitched unnaturally, skin shifting like there were too many things beneath it, trying to crawl out. Long arms scraped the ground, claws like twisted metal.
Inside the motel room, Cheese's screen went black. Then red. Then a voice whispered.
"Lukas sends his regards."
The window shattered.
By the time the officers arrived, all that remained of Cheese was blood, a few teeth, and carvings on the wall: "One down, Eleven to go."
Meanwhile, Missy stared blankly at the mirror in her bathroom, toothbrush in hand but unmoving. The smile she gave everyone these days was fake—tight-lipped and too quick. Her friends noticed it, but no one asked questions. Not yet.
She opened her drawer and pulled out the locket Lukas gave her. It was bent now, the glass cracked from the last time she threw it across the room in a fit of guilt. She held it in her palm like a fragile heartbeat.
"Raver..." she whispered, "I didn't mean to—"
The memory came back again, uninvited. The warehouse. The loud argument. Raver crying, Cheese laughing, the other boys taunting him like hyenas.
"Don't!" Raver had shouted. "I don't want to be part of this anymore!"
Missy was there. Hiding. Watching.
Cheese handed her a gun. "Scare him a little. Just a warning."
She hesitated. She was shaking.
"Do it," Mark said. "You want him to stop crying, right?"
"I... I just want him to stop hurting..." she replied.
She didn't want to pull the trigger. She swore she didn't. But her finger twitched, and the safety was off. One shot. That's all it took. And Lukas fell.
The boys screamed. They ran. Cheese covered for her, told her to keep quiet or she'd be next. He cleaned the prints, made them look like someone else had done them. Missy was too broken to argue. Now, every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face. The blood. The way his body jerked back. The way his hand reached out for her before going still.
She never told anyone. Not Lukas, not Ali. Not her parents. Not the cops. But the gang knows.
Missy knew..... her death is on its way.
It was midnight, almost hitting the dawn. Missy hurriedly went to Kevin's house— crying in fear. She arrived at his door. "Hey… Open the door…"
The door unlocks and Kevin lets her in. He was curious and confused why she would come to their house at midnight time.
"—I-I don't want to do this anymore, I can't feel myself."
"What do you mean…?" Kevin asked
"Being part of the gang… I want to leave…"
"W—Why..?"
"Look, all the pain that I'm handling… I need to release this. I want to already tell this to someone."
"What thing?"
"Raver's death… I want to reveal it now, I want to tell someone like Ali—"
"Go on… Shall we go there now?"
"S—sure.."
Kevin got his things from his room and went downstairs. They ran towards Ali's House to tell him so that they could report the gang. Every step, Missy goes crazy. "P-Please, let's walk faster"
Kevin carried Missy and ran. Missy felt anxious as she thought someone was looking at them, as Kevin was running. It looked like… Raver? She was going crazy at that time. Her vision became blurry, and she heard many whispers. "You killed me." "Why would you do this to me?" "Traitor" "A sweet vengeance will strike you" "Fuck you".
They arrived at Kevin's house. They knocked vigorously— the door unlocks.
"What the fuck? Why would you go in here at midnight…"
"We'll tell you in the morning… Let us sleep in the living room." Kevin told him and stepped forward.
"Good thing I'm home alone today, ya?" Ali replied.
Kevin dropped Missy on the couch— she was already sleeping. He had no idea why tears were falling in her eyes while sleeping. He slept on the floor while Ali got up in his room.
The next morning, Missy sat across from Ali in his kitchen, coffee untouched. Kevin stood nearby, watching anxiously. Ali had no idea the storm that was about to hit him.
Missy took a breath and said it.
"I'm the one who killed Raver."
Ali froze. "...What?"
She explained it all. The warehouse. The BangBangs. The gun. Lukas's last words. By the time she finished, Ali was pale and silent. His fists were clenched.
"You... You were his best friend, Missy."
"I know," she cried. "I hate myself every day for it."
"Lukas would be furious. He trusted you."
Kevin jumped in. "It was a mistake. A horrible one, but a mistake. She didn't want it to happen."
Ali stood, shaking with emotion. "Cheese, Mark, all of them—they hurt him. But you were different. You were supposed to protect him."
Missy looked down, unable to face him. Then, the room fell into heavy silence.
Kevin stepped forward. "We need to think bigger. Cheese is dead. Mark is gone. And we all feel like we're being watched. What if… what if this isn't just karma?"
Ali slowly sat back down, his voice hoarse. "You think someone's hunting us?"
Kevin nodded. "And I think I know who."
Missy lifted her head, dread creeping in. "Michael Harrington."
"Lukas's father," Ali whispered.
They all remembered his breakdown at the funeral. The rage. The way he screamed into the heavens, demanding justice—revenge.
"What if he built something... became something?" Kevin said.
"No. No way." Ali shook his head, but the words trembled. "He was just a grieving dad."
"Grief breaks people," Missy said softly. "It can twist love into rage."
The three of them sat in silence. Outside Ali's house, under the pouring rain, a figure stood across the street. Towering. Watching.
Its body pulsed unnaturally beneath a soaked cloak. The skin beneath shifted, almost like something alive was crawling underneath.
Wrath went towards them and destroyed the front door. The stairs were struck by the weight of the entity. It was a "what the fuck" moment for them.
"Our house!" Ali yelled.
All of them ran away from the monster. It was furious and wanted vengeance. Its claws were drawn around the walls. Unexpectedly, it screamed. Windows inside the house broke. Shattered. Just like their souls will be.
Wrath swung its long claws and reached Ali. The 3 claws went through his body. His eyes bled, but now you won't see it. The other claws from his left hand struck his head. Ali's head was slashed into three parts. Just flew around it.
Kevin and Missy ran to the back door and went out. They sprinted to the forest and called for help.