"Alright you dumbasses listen up! We've been given our mission and that's to clear out the people staying under 146th street. We've been told to give no mercy this time. Got that?" Lovino's harsh voice rang out echoing in the small room he and his men had gathered in. Their job in this world was to get rid of those who were not needed, the undesirables. It wasn't a happy job but it kept them on the list of people who were worth something in their society, plus only a select few could even be trusted with this job and Lovino Romano Vargas was one of those few.
"We're supposed to head out at roughly 04:00 as to not be seen by any of the cities actual citizens. So rest up and get your things ready before we go. We can't fuck this up," he ordered before turning and heading back into his office to get his things together. He threw the few things he would be needing to succeed in this mission before getting some much needed rest.
Antonio sat in the sewers below the city. Why was he here? You may ask. Well Antonio was a defect, something the City didn't want. He was an unmentionable, something the world would rather forget.
Antonio was used to it, used to sleeping in the darkness that made his world, feeling the cold seep into his bones as rats as large as cats crawl around him in search for food. His brown hair was dirty, matted and usually damp while his green eyes seemed to see nothing. His clothes hung on him, making him look like a scarecrow, and his skin stretched over his skeleton. He looked like a doll meant to scare children more than a human being. That is because he was far from human... far from being considered that.
Why would a city do this to their people? Someone might say, well this was a new world. After much war and many factions fighting for control. A law went into place that affected the world over.
If you weren't deemed 'able to work' after being put through a series of tests. Then you were considered useless. Better dead than alive. You were the very bottom of the social ladder. There were several tiers above these unmentionables, however they didn't concern Antonio.
At exactly 04:00 Lovino and his team head out into the quiet City, clad in dark clothes to help hide themselves in the shadows. Lovino himself was wearing a black turtle neck and black jeans and tennis shoes so that it would be easier to move around. On his back there was a dark backpack which concealed the many weapons he had hidden inside There was not a single part that was out of place on the young man except for one unruly auburn hair that stuck out of the right side of his head. His olive eyes searched the streets for anyone who was out and about when they were not supposed to be since the City had a strict curfew of 2100 and he would have to report anyone he saw who wasn't on his team. After seeing the coast was clear he and his team head out, reaching their destination when the found the manhole that lead to the sewers beneath 146th street.
Prying the lid off the manhole he slipped down and started descending down the ring latter being careful not to slip. He could thank not having to use a flashlight because years of climbing down into the sewers from past missions. After his feet touched solid ground he gave the signal for the rest of his men to start climbing down as well, once they were all assembled they began heading south where they knew the main camps were.
Antonio rested against the sewer wall. He was laying on the ground. He didn't hear anything until he heard several screams. Popping noises echoed through the sewers. Antonio sighed some and shut his eyes slowly. He knew he was going to die.
He knew his life was over, he couldn't fight back. He didn't have the energy or the strength to fight. He was fine with dying though, he knew he was useless and couldn't do anything. He felt a cold metal barrel against his head yet did nothing.
So this was the end.
Lovino looked around the cave like area making sure there was no one left standing when he heard a voice talking, "how does it feel to be the last of your people? How does it feel knowing you're the last of your miserable little city? We killed all of them, didn't you hear their screaming? And yet you didn't help, no you just sat here in silence. Didn't even move. I'm going to enjoy killing you" He knew that voice, that was one of his men. Kenneth Shelon, a new recruit who usually kept to himself and was always quiet during missions. Lovino didn't like what he was saying to this person not one bit, he knew he shouldn't feel even the slightest bit of emotion towards these people but… They were still people. People whom he had slaughtered hundreds of.
"Shelon shut your fucking trap and kill them already! Don't fucking prolong it like the piece of shit you are and get it over with!" He barked walking over towards the scene. What he saw was… Was pitiful.
There against the wall was a frail looking man who looked like he would break if he touched him. His face was smeared in dirt and by the looks of it he had been beaten recently. He also had the barrel of a gun pressed to his unruly dirty brown locks.
His eyes widened at the scene, it was so inhumane. What they were doing was inhumane.
"Just do it... I'm better off dead..." He said softly, he whispered so weakly. His voice was raw and he barely sounded alive. He didn't even look at them as his eyes stayed shut. He just wanted it gone, his life, his pain, it all.
Lovino watched as Shelon's hand clenched on the trigger, "it would be my pleasure" he sang happily all but too prepared to pull the trigger and watch the color drain out of the already colorless Spaniard.
'I can just sit by and watch this happen… I don't know why this time it's different maybe it's because he's so willing to die or maybe it's because after all these years of killing innocent people it's starting to get to me. But… Maybe if I just saved one person it wouldn't be so bad?' the young man thought to himself.
He watched the scene unravel before him. Shelon about to pull the trigger and the young man before him sitting in complete silence staring at the wall across from him not even flinching.
Antonio stared at the wall, he was ready to die. He was so tired, so exhausted, he felt ready to die. He thought of one person, though she wouldn't remember,or miss him... His younger sister...
Just before his comrade could pull the trigger that would end that young mans life he surged forward and grabbed his gun, surprising the other and causing him to still pull the trigger. There was a loud bang and then silence as Shilon fell to the ground a bullet wound from his own gun in his chest. The young man didn't say anything he just looked confused as to why he was still breathing and why he didn't feel immense pain anywhere in his body. 'I guess he hasn't registered that he isn't dead yet' Lovino thought to himself.
"You should get out of here. Run. They'll be looking for you once they know Shelon is dead. Not that it's anything personal but I will be telling them that you resisted and fought for his gun and shot him," he said softly.
Antonio looked in his direction. He couldn't move, he was too exhausted. He looked up at him as if wondering why the other was helping him. One of his knees was busted pretty bad from being shot there. He could barely walk he had no energy or ability to move.
"Why aren't you moving? I thought I told you to run? Or are you really that stupid?" Lovino sneered before realizing what he had said. Damn, he really was an awful person wasn't he? "L-look I'm sorry, I'm just most interested in your safety right now- god knows why- and if you don't get moving in say- they next two seconds I'm going to have to shoot you and I really don't want to do that" Lovino said feeling jittery at the thought of being caught by one of his men. Nothing would happen to Lovino sense these men were sworn to his loyalty and wouldn't dare put a word against him but if they did walk up and see Shelon dead and a undesirable still alive then the shit would hit the fan.
"Can't move... can't feel my leg..." he said slowly. He was shaking some, he tried to move yet stumbled and cried out in pain.
"Shit shit shit… I really can't get caught but…" Lovino mumbled to himself before bending down and putting an arm around the other and hoisting him to his feet. "Don't you dare fucking saying a word or we're both dead," he hissed to the other.
He didn't respond, pain coursing through his body as he stared at the ground. His green orbs saw nothing, he looked extremely ill. It would be a wonder if he survived.
Looking at the man in his arms he said yet again, "not a fucking word" before pulling out a small walky talky and talking into it, "guys we have a problem. Shelon is dead." There was some talking on the other side of the line and then silence before Lovino replied, "yes I understand that. That's why I need you guys to come down here and take care of his body while I go and do the paperwork explaining how he died. After you guys get his body out of this hell hole you can go home. Don't come back to the base. Got that?" He said his voice curt and rigid.
"Looks out you lucked out you lucky little fuck" he said to the other.
He didn't respond, he was trying to ignore the sharp pains shooting up and down his spinal cord due to the movement he was so unaccustomed to. He stared blankly at the ground, not sure why he was still living. Why he was still… Alive.
