Wraith released himself from Vixen and rolled onto his back, chest heaving from the exertion. They were both covered in sweat and breathing hard from their afternoon rendezvous. Vixen was his lover, and the one person that he did not have to fake it to be around. With her, he was Wraith in his purest form. Head shaved, pale eyes and all. She was a freak and that was what he liked about her. From her dyed black hair to her red contacts, to her usual knee high socks of one bizarre color or another, she had never failed to excite him with her lack of conformity. He did not love her; he only loved himself and his work. He did crave her, though. He craved her all the time, especially after a nice kill.
Her name was not really Vixen, but that is what she went by. Wraith had no desire to learn her real name. A name like Susan or Becky simply would not have been very exciting. Vixen, on the other hand, was a name you could really sink your teeth into. And sink his teeth he did. So hard that he drew blood even. She did not shy away from such things, but rather screamed in ecstasy with every wound that he would inflict. She loved it rough. She would not have it any other way.
That was how he had formed this bond with her. Originally, he had been drawn to her when he saw her dancing at a bar called Cactus Canyon. He loved the way she presented herself as a mixture between a prostitute and a vampire. He had picked her up with the intention of raping and killing her and dropping her blood soaked naked body in the middle of an elementary school playground. When he had started to rape her, though, he realized that she was simply enjoying it. This had pushed him to try to hurt her even more, to push her beyond her pain threshold. He had tried his damnedest to break her, but she just wanted more.
This incredible love of brutality had fascinated him. He could not bring himself to kill somebody that he could not break. Instead, they formed their bond that night by grabbing hold of a high school girl that was walking home alone from a friend's house. Wraith had held the girl, while Vixen took a knife to her. By the time morning came, Wraith was obsessed with Vixen and she was head over heels in love with him. And, of course, there was a mutilated naked body with its vitals strewn across the Clifton Elementary School playground.
Since that fateful night, Wraith had been abusing Vixen and using her to satisfy all of his twisted carnal desires. It seemed that the more psychotic his lust, the more willing Vixen was to satisfy. It was a truly beautiful relationship as far as Wraith was concerned. Vixen was so in love with him at this point that she would do anything for him. She would step in front of a train for him if he asked her to, and he had not ruled that out. He liked the idea of watching somebody willingly commit suicide.
Suicide fascinated Wraith to no end. He was so obsessed with it that he often forced his victims to kill themselves. Sometimes he would torture them until they begged him to kill them. Instead of performing the mercy kill, he would give them the instrument of their demise. A knife, a gun, or any sharp object would do. He would sit in rapt attention and watch them take their own lives. Yes, Wraith loved the feeling of a good suicide. Nothing veered further from the norm than self murder. It was beautiful.
But Wraith was not ready for Vixen to kill herself for him. She was still too much fun to play with. Eventually he knew that he would find a way to break her, but for now he enjoyed the pursuit. Once she was broken, she would be discarded like any broken toy. Then he would watch her end her life in the ultimate display of her love for him. In the mean time, every love making session they had felt like a suicide to him. Each time she gave herself more and more to him for whatever brutality he had in mind. She was like a suicide. Not quite a suicide, but very much like one.
He turned his head to look at her. There was blood on her face from when he had smashed it into the head board with all of his strength. Her left eye was swollen from when he had backhanded her upon entering her place. Her stomach was smeared with blood from the light slashing would he had ravaged upon it. He had definitely gone too easy on her this time. Next time he would need to make up for that. Scars went across her body in all sorts of different angles and shapes to give testament to better attempts he had made at breaking her. Some of the scars were not inflicted by him, though. She had been cutting herself long before he showed up.
"Not your best effort." She said, as if reading his mind. She ran her index finger through the blood on her stomach and brought it up to her mouth, licking it as if it were the nectar of the gods. "How do you ever expect to break me like that?"
"I will try harder next time, Vixen." He promised. He hated to disappoint her need for violation. "I am just a little distracted today."
"Why are you distracted? What could possibly have your focus more than raping me?" She demanded. "Do I not deserve all of your malice?"
"Not today." He answered honestly. He could see her pain at his lack of focus. "Something has come up that really pissed me off."
"What?" Vixen demanded. Wraith recognized and cherished her hurt feelings. Little by little she was offering herself up to him. Soon she would be broken. He could feel it. She was so close that he almost gave it another shot. Ultimately, though, he knew that he just did not have the right kind of concentration for the task. Not right now. He needed to take care of this new thorn in his side before he would be able to concentrate properly.
"Somebody has been stealing from me." He said.
"Who would be stupid enough to steal from you?" She asked. "Just go kill him my love. Then you can get back to breaking me. I want you to break me. I am willing to offer myself up to you."
"I know, pet, I know." Wraith responded. "You are close, but you are not ready yet. Just be patient. Your time will come soon."
"So what are you going to do?" She asked. Vixen realized that she was not going to regain his focus on her until he was over this distraction.
"I can't rush this." He said, thinking out loud. "My first thought was to hunt him down and kill him immediately. The more I think about it though, I think that I should take my time with it. The fact that he would steal from me tells me something about him. To steal from me, he would most likely know how I come across my money. That would mean that he is either incredibly stupid, as you suggested, or incredibly confident."
"Confident?" She asked.
"Yes, confident enough to think that I would pose no real threat to him. He didn't even try to hide his trail. It is almost like he is daring me to come after him." Wraith said, with a slight smile on his face. "Anybody that bold needs to be carefully studied. Hasty action could lead to my demise. You wouldn't want me to die before I could finish breaking you, would you?"
"No, you can't." Vixen said, sick at the thought. "You have to finish what you started. You have to accept my sacrifice of body and soul to you."
"I will." He said. "That is why I need to approach this man with caution. I need to learn everything about him. I need to know what drives him, what he holds dear. When I figure him out, I will take away everything from him that he loves until he begs me to kill him. Then I will make him kill himself."
"You think he will be a suicide?" She asked with a touch of envy in her voice. Wraith knew that she desperately wanted to be worthy of a suicide for him. She was always jealous when she found out that he had deemed somebody else to be worthy of a suicide over her. She wanted so badly to be considered worthy of a suicide.
"Yes, I think so." Wraith said, feeding off her need to be the one that pleased him. "He definitely feels like a suicide."
"Well, then I want to help." Vixen insisted. "Suicides are important, and I want to be a part of it. If he is going to offer himself up to you, I want to be there to see it. Please, let me help you."
"Okay, pet." He said. "You can help. I don't see any reason to keep you out of it. It would be good for you to see his offering. It would help prepare you for when you are ready to do the same. In the mean time, I need to let my employers know that I am going to need some personal time. I can't concentrate on an assignment from them until I am able to finish this thief."
With that, he got up and went to his laptop computer. Using the wireless internet connection to get online, he logged onto the website entitled ‘Cute Little’. He couldn't help but smirk at the name. But then, it would be a red flag to the authorities to advertise their real name on their website. The Devoted Brotherhood of Anarchy did not want undue attention brought upon them. Not only did they support anarchy, they actively pursued it through employing Wraith and others like him.
Since they had more than one operative, Wraith did not have to be available to them on a constant basis. While he was their favorite instrument of destruction and chaos, they did have others that would gladly step in a fill a temporary void. In fact, his status as the number one operative was what allowed him such autonomy that he was able to take personal time whenever he so chose.
Wraith typed out a simple message announcing that he would not be available for a short time. He did not say what he would be doing or when he would again be available. He only typed in that he would be in touch. After he logged off of their site, he brought up Google. Whistling softly, he typed in the name James Harper and hit the enter button.