Night Of Revenge
One day I will get revenge
One night to remember
One day it'll all just end
The only reason I keep living, bending to their will and pretending to be broken is that I know that one day it will all be over. One day they will make a mistake. Give me a chance, and I won't hesitate to take it.
I know that I have become what they wanted with one exception, I still have my free will. I have become the cold blooded killer who stops at nothing. I hate myself for it and the only reason I'm still alive and not dead by my own hand is that I have a goal. I have to make sure that nobody else has to share my fate.
It has been five years since my uncle's death, three years of hell, and two years of... I can't even find a word for what it is. It's a much darker place than hell.
You could sum up my life into five short events:
-Ian's death
-The downfall: The missions Stormbreaker- Desmond McCain
-The missions starts changing
-New guardian
-The Chance
Ian's death was like the match that lit the fire. I know that sooner or later I would have found myself in the claws of MI6 so I don't really blame everything on his death . It just hurried things up.
The downfall. How could I have been so stupid and naïve? I really believed, several times, that it was over. This was the last time. I thought they had a heart. That they did this because they didn't have a choice. How foolish we can be at that age.
It really was a fall. From a popular, intelligent soccer player who spoke 4 languages fluently to a killer who followed MI6 every wink is a fall that makes me ashamed.
It was in those first missions that the change took place. But it was the eleventh mission that it was completed. I don't want to go in on the details. It was so emotionally devastating that it utterly destroyed me from the inside out. I don't even think I can remember the whole mission because I have everything I can't handle locked in a in a safe in the furthest reaches of my mind.
After that it was too hard to continue to fight against MI6 so I just gave up. I just couldn't continue; I was so tired. So I became their puppet because it was easier than think for myself.
Poor Jack. Even after that change she stayed with me. I still can't believe how loyal she was. I didn't deserve it. How could she stand to have an emotionless robot walking through her house like that? She is the bravest person I have ever met. I guess she started to miss finding me retching in the bathroom because of a nightmare, that was at least a sign of humanity. I still had nightmares but it was like a wall made of glass between me and the dreams. I could see everything but it just didn't connect. After a while the missions started to change but I didn't really care. It was assassinations as often as it was 'ordinary' missions. They just skipped the bullshit and cut to the case; 'this is a bad guy, we want you to take him down'. Or the more common 'she is in our way, move her'. They were not so blunt but it wasn't hard to figure out. So I would often find myself on a roof with a familiar RAP4 Tippman X7 sniper rifle, or adding a drop of Digitalis in the 'problem's' food. It wasn't like I noticed or cared about the changes, but it was a change that showed how much control MI6 had gained over me. Blunt and Jones stopped giving me missions. All my instructions came from Crawley. I couldn't have cared less.
But then they made a mistake. The mistake that is going to cost them their lives. They killed Jack. What's the meaning with kicking a dog that's already down? I had given in and lost my spirit but her death woke me up. I guessed that they wanted to push me down even more to prevent me from standing up but they didn't understand that that was the only thing that could still affect me. She had already given me so much and now her life? That made me stand up. But I was smart. I knew that I couldn't drag any attention to me. But I started to work on a plan to make them pay. The first step was to gain a network of allies. But all my plans took a break when I was introduced to my new guardian. If you could call that a guardian. More like, oh I don't know, a demon? From the moment I put my foot in the apartment he explained the rules for me. I was supposed to clean, cook and study. Never a free moment. I had piles of homework. I was sitting up through the nights to get done with them, because trust me, I rather suffer from sleep deprivation than from internal bleeding. Because of course he had to go by the rule 'pain makes you listen' I had bruises everywhere, bruises that could be explained away. My 'profession' saw to that. Every time I did something 'wrong' the punishments got worse. 'Resisting interrogation training' he called it. I couldn't even fight back because MI6 wasn't supposed to know that I wasn't spiritless anymore. But I had a goal.
I started to like the missions because oddly enough I felt more safe on them than at 'home'. I also started count the days to my eighteenth birthday. It wasn't like I hoped to escape MI6, I just wanted to escape him.
But the drops that made the dam break was on my eighteenth birthday. I got a call to the courts. And guess what happened? Because of my mental state and all my dropouts from school the judge had decided to take away my control over my own life. They took all the rights from and I had only as much control as the day before. So guess who was nice enough to give me a roof over my head and continue to work with my 'shaky' mental state? My guardian. Wasn't it enough? You had me where you wanted me but did you have to push me deeper and deeper into the mud? Couldn't you just leave me alone? Apparently not. My plans are under reconstruction again. And soon I will have my shot. Maybe literally, I haven't decided yet. Soon they will pay for what they have done.
Rise, I will rise, I will rise
One night of the hunter
Alan Blunt took a shuddering breath and coughed up some blood. The pain had faded away to be replaced by a numbness that told him that death was on its way. Alex had positioned the knife perfectly, right in the same place where Yassen had thrust his knife into Ash. Irony.
Alan had to admire it. He would die slowly, with some pain and his death was one hundred percent guaranteed. Ash might have survived, but he had been young and at the peak of fitness while Blunt was old and had never even thought of training since he got the place as the head of MI6. Even if he had gotten help immediately, which he hadn't, there was not a chance that he could've lived.
Crawley and Mrs. Jones were on the floor, some meters away, with bullet holes between their eyes. They had both died before anyone could comprehend what was going on. The pistol was made of plastic and the bullets of stone so that they wouldn't be seen on the elevators metal scan. The knife was ironically, Alan's letter knife. Blunt had to admit, it was all brilliantly planed.
He glanced up to the agent who was standing at the window.
He felt ashamed. He had done what he warned everybody not to do; -he had underestimated a Rider. He had believed that he had finally broken a Rider, and the most important one. He had thought that he had put his own trained fighter dog in a cage so he would be able to let it out for battle, only to realize that he had cornered a wolf that only waited for a chance to bite. And bit it had, hard and fatal.
Alex hadn't broken, he had bided his time and waited for the right moment. And he, Alan Blunt, had been stupid enough to let his guard down and invite Alex to his office, without even thinking about the fact that the very man he had wronged may try to get his revenge. The only reason Alex hadn't left earlier was because of the surging need for vengeance that every human being acquires when pushed too far, no matter how pure and good they may be.
Alan Blunt took a last shuddering breath and with a feeling of dread and disappointment, he let his eyes fall shut.
You greedy little bastard,
You will get what you deserve.
When all is said and done,
I will be the one to leave you in the misery and hate what you've become.
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Agent Rider heard MI6's head last breath and smiled. Not humorous or malicious, but content. A smile of a job well done. What he had dreamed of for so many years had finally become reality.
He heard the chaos outside but he had enough time left to escape before they managed to gather courage to break down the door. He took one last look out over London before he exited the office and the headquarters of MI6, one last time.
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Now to the last part of my plan.
I had taken care of all my tormentors. My guardian, Mrs. Jones and Mr. Blunt. I hadn't planned to take care of Crawley but I planned for the occasion and I didn't really care. Crawley was just a robot without feelings and will.
It was only the three of them in the whole of MI6 who knew about the blackmail so now no-one would get the genius idea to use a minor any time soon.
So the revenge part was done. So what could be left? My freedom. I just want to leave everything behind. I can only think about two options, but both of them appeal to me equally, so which should I choose? And I can't do both, so which should it be?
Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil's inside
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A/N I WON'T PUBLISH ANOTHER CHAPTER BEFORE I HAVE GOT 5 REVIEWS!
Do I have your attention now? Good. That's what applies. And if you like this story then you have to review. Because now it's like this. I have two more chapters that is done but if I get enough reviews then I will put up a epilogue to. I know what is going to stand there if you do your work. But I have to get the motivation to write it. And why am I supposed to write a epilogue that nobody is going to read? I have to know that you actually want to read it. And alerts isn't enough, sorry but that's not enough to motivate me.
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Anyway check out my other story Monster who is a one-shot. Might put up a sequel to that one. If I can find the spirit.
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Yeah I know, long A/N. But I like to talk... so deal with
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