Project Mercy

Chapter 2

Rain hammers on my apartment window as I lie on my torn and filthy mattress. The place was cramped and grimy, but I didn't mind. You could say that the Elite was generous, but I think that would be too kind on their part. They needed to give me a place since I'm pretty much in a different country every week, which then they needed to sedate me to stop any 'mishaps' from occurring, as they put it. I don't understand it but I just assume that it's for their protection. It's quite funny really.

Realising the time, I stand up from the 'bed', sliding the beige folders under the mattress. Then I walk towards the front door, where my sniper rifle leans against the mould-covered wall.

I grab the already loaded gun and open the door. The corridor was derelict, the only sound was the small drone of a broken light bulb that hangs in the centre of the hall.

I quietly jogged up the stairs, which were at the end of the hall and followed it up to the roof.

I throw my gun onto the roof below, then jump off with ease. Skillfully, I roll onto the gravel roof, grabbing the gun which had landed only centimetres away.

Luckily for me, the target's hotel was a few buildings away from my former location, so it only takes a few minutes for me to reach it.

I crouch behind the concrete ledge of the building, which was raised slightly. I then place the rifle on the ledge, aiming it at the target's hotel room. My watch read 23:30, which meant I was right on time.

The target was a simple man, he has a house, a family and even a dog, but he had previously stolen information from the elite giving it to a new organisation of which no one knows the name. It's a shame, he seems to be a good man but then again he shouldn't have mixed with the wrong people.

I turn my attention back to the gun's lens which shows a new glow of light in the target's room, a man walks back and forth as he takes off his jacket then loosens his tie. The man sits onto his bed with a glass filled with what I assume is whiskey. I adjust the lens focusing on the man's head, but I freeze as he stares at me or that's what I think he does. Sometimes I have to do the things I dread and this is one of them, I had to make it seem like I am on their side so that includes taking a few lives on the way.

I shake my head, my finger taking its place back on the trigger once again and with a brisk brief movement pull the trigger.

BANG.

My body jolts. The distant ring of the gunshot still echoes in my mind as tears stream uncontrollably down my sweaty face. I don't make any attempt to discard the stray sweat drops that travel down my neck. I hold my head between my legs as my breathing is shallow and heavy.

I wipe my tears looking up at where I was, everything was white - white walls, white carpet, white furniture, white bed. I frown, running my hand along the white bed sheet, it wasn't uncomfortable just... peculiar.

I slide off the bed walking towards the white table that's pushed up against the wall, a piece of paper lies on a black box.

Get yourself changed and go downstairs.

Don't keep me waiting.

H

place the note down, slowly open the box which then reveals a black see-through dress, where jet black strips highlight the waist and chest area. White butterflies cover the dress, causing a beautiful contrast between the black and white.

Picking the box up I walk towards a door hesitantly kicking it open expecting some sort of threat but instead, I'm met with a brightly lit white bathroom with many feminine products.

I almost laugh at my paranoia but decide to proceed into the elegant bathroom, placing the box on the closed toilet lid.

Below the showerhead was a small screen that read the time and temperature, but no option to turn it on. I reach my arm out to the screen tapping aggressively, trying to get it to work. Suddenly the shower sprays cold water onto the shower floor, making me jump at the sudden cold temperature.

After a few minutes, the mirror fogs and the room goes warm from the change in temperature from the water. I turn towards the door closing it gently, I go to lock it but there doesn't seem to be one, only the handle. I roll my eyes, taking my dirty and sweat covered clothes off, throwing them into the bin that sits next to the toilet. I turn to the mirror wiping the condensation, revealing my thin and mistreated body. Cuts and bruises smother my tan skin like a worn piece of leather, I look away from my reflection and finally take off my underwear before stepping into the boiling water.

...

I met Hans in the dining room and he again circled my body, complementing how the dress fits my body very well, which like anyone made me shiver in disgust. The dining table was filled with many luxury foods which made the air smell amazing but I wasn't allowed any of it. Instead, I was given a single piece of bread which I quickly finished.

After Hans had finished his food he guided me towards a large wooden door with his wrinkled hand on the small of my back, Hans guides me outside where the bustle of the local Londoners was heard. 

Slowly,a slick black limo swiftly parks in front of the elegant house, which then a man in a black suit steps out of the car walking to the other side. The sun glimmers suggestively off the mahogany shades of skin, he looks serious and quite brooding, he cautiously looks around.

The hand on my back forcefully pushes me forward, causing me to stumble due to my black heels which already made it difficult to walk like a normal human being.

"Good Evening Dane, I assume you know where we're going tonight," Hans smirks as Dane opens the door for me to get in.

"Yes sir," He says affirmatively, closing the door behind Hans.

The ride was silent as I sat straight with my hands placed neatly in my lap, Hans was typing busily on his phone but stopped when it suddenly started to ring.

"What," He grunts in annoyance. I try to hear what is being said on the other end of the phone, but I can't hear anything audible.

"I'm not pulling out of this deal"

I frown slowly turning my head towards Hans, he looks straight ahead with a focused look.

"Fine, goodbye."

I quickly move my head, pretending to be oblivious to his conversation. I can feel him staring at me, my body is stiff under his watchful eyes, but I soon relax when I hear the tapping sound of his keyboard.

"We're here sir" Dane announces turning the engine off.

The door suddenly opens, revealing a group of men in white suits that stand in two rows, outlining the entrance of the museum-looking building.

Hans steps out first, nodding to the men as he walks closer to the entrance, which then he turns back around signalling me to follow. I slide across the seats, getting out of the vehicle, strolling past the men who now have a look of fear, but manage to keep their emotionless faces plastered on.

I walk behind Hans as we walk through halls full of art until we stop at one particular painting, it's labelled 'The Scandal'.

Hans steps back so he's in line with me, his hand runs down my back landing on my arse. I grit my teeth, thinking of all the ways to break his twig-like arm.

"This is where the Elite will grow."

A brightly coloured woman struts in, her hair in a pixie cut and coloured stylishly with an exotic colour of purple, "Johannes" she welcomes with a german accent.

"Lady" He acknowledges shaking her hand, her eyes meet mine as I stare at her.

"Who's the chick?" Lady asks, pointing towards my direction as they start to walk, which I and the men from before start to follow just behind them keeping a nice distance.

"I borrowed her from Denzel, he said Mercy can make things go smoothly."

Denzel and I go way back, he was my combat instructor from when I purposely put myself into the Mercy programme. He was a robotic man, he liked things in a set way or structure, but he never talked. Denzel only taught me until I was fifteen, where then I moved onto neuro movement to invigorate the amount of pain I can overcome and reach higher levels of physical, emotional and cognitive performance. The name brings back so many memories seven years later.

Hans and Lady chat as we walk through a set of doors that leads down a spiral of stairs and into a lively club, where people dance, drink and mingle in groups on the corner sofas, while brightly coloured lights flash ecstatically.

Hans turns around motioning me over with his finger. I nod, walking close enough for him to whisper, "Stay here and keep an eye on things, we have a second party here tonight. No one comes through that door, am I clear?"

I nod as he and Lady walk through a door next to the bar, so I sit in the farthest away from people keeping a watchful eye on the door.

I blank all of the noise out as the sound of a chair squealing against the tiles floor catches my attention. Chills run down my spine as I slowly peek next to me to see a familiar pair of green eyes. I know those eyes all too well, it was Graycen. I go to stand but am pushed down by a muscular arm making me sit back down. The action is soft and gentle but I still react instinctively.

I feel the amicability of my grey spirals flow through my veins and pulse through my hands as the spirals push him back earning a grunt as he releases me.

I stand up straightening my dress, walking towards the bar and still keeping an eye on the door. I sit on a stool, ordering a glass of whiskey.

Suddenly a sharp ache in my head makes me hold my head as it's dull enough to blur my vision, but then as quick as it came it just...disappeared.

I looked up and around the room, finding the same green eyes and muscular body sat with a smirk. He sits comfortably on the sofa, with his arm resting on the back of the chair, and his legs parted mischievously. I feel my face heat up but it quickly fades when the slow movement of the door catches my attention.

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