Project Mercy

Chapter 1

Cold. Dark. Empty.

The hard concrete floor causes no comfort for my aching body. I lie still, the pending silence traps me in my thoughts. I don't like to sleep, nothing good comes from sleeping, especially when the dreams are nightmares, reminding me of their fearful faces as I take away their lives without hesitation. So many missions completed, so many targets neutralized. In these sorts of missions, they only give me when and where, no who, which I find unsettling.

The sound of the metal door opening catches my attention, guards fill my cell all holding guns aimed towards my battered body. My breath hitches as a man in a white suit struts into my cell with a smirk, I instantly stand at attention with my eyes lowered as his voice echoes in the now crowded cell.

" I've waited so long to meet the infamous Mercy, and here she is."I stare motionless at the floor as the man steps closer, circling my body with an intent look. The rough touch of his fingers caresses my face adoringly.

"She's perfect," He coos as forcefully lifts my chin compelling me to meet his eyes.

"Show me" he commands, stepping back

I lift my hands, focusing on the guns. The metal lifts away from the reluctant guards, swiftly drifting through the air, but they stop as they form a wall of defence. I aim at the suited man, who looks at me like a child in a toy store.

"Good you've done what I've asked, now put the guns down"

I stare at him, body stiff as the guns drop to the floor with a bang.

"Get her prepped to be transported to England," The man says to the now armed guards, he turns his head again, "we have some business to attend to"

"Yes sir"

"Be sure to give her my gift, I suspect she will appreciate it " He shouts from the corridor outside.

The guards hesitantly walk towards me, ready with their guns. I stare intently at them as they make their approach.

"Why is she looking at us like that?" A man whispers with the same American accent as the suited man before.

" Ignore her, " Another guard says roughly as he reaches into his pocket, bringing out a pair of golden bracelets, " Hans is never this generous with his assets, it seems you've caught his eye Mercy"

" Face the wall, hands behind your back." He commands, pushing me forcefully against the cool wall.

I don't pay attention as the guards fumble with my wrists and argue with each other about God knows what, the c***k in the wall was far more interesting than their chicken-like behaviour. I peer through it to see what looks like another cell identical to mine, I search the area to find a person in the darkest part of the cell.

The figure seems to notice my fixed gaze as it slowly moves from the darkness, revealing the figure as a man. His body was covered in dirt and blood while his forehead creased into a frown. I frown back, staring into his grey eyes, he does the same, staring into my green ones.

After a few moments, the eye contact was broken as I was suddenly dragged away from the wall, the new bracelets now on my wrists. The gold contrasts with my cut and bruised skin, making the bracelets look out of place, which of course they are.

" Call the doc and tell her that we need the transport Mercy"

The brown-eyed guy from before directs to a smaller-built guard who runs out the already open door while muttering a quick ' yes sir'.

After a few minutes, my legs had given up, leaving me to sit against the nearby wall staring out the door, but just as my eyes started to close a lady in a white coat, who I assume is the doc, walks in with a black case. I can clearly see that she's afraid, her trembling hands give her away.

" Hurry up Abby we don't have all day," A scrawny guard snaps, making the small girl practically run towards me, placing the bag on the floor with a thump. Abby takes out many supplies which out of all of them, I only recognise two - tape and gauze, the rest are a mystery.

" Arm. please," Her voice is small, almost a whisper, I move my muscular arm closer to her. Abby smiles softly, tying a rubber strap just above the middle of my arm. I lean my head against the wall looking up at the c***k I looked through before, I want to know more about that man. I frown as I feel a sharp pain in my arm, I wouldn't dare look. Last time, I ended up perforating my old doctor, which ended well.

I stare at the cobweb-covered ceiling as the smooth liquid goes into my arm, the dim light from the open door suddenly becoming blurred and too bright to look at, so I squeeze my eyes shut just as the peril of sleep overcomes my body.