The Silenced Gun
Chapter 1: Inner Rage
The sound of Pierre Dupree's boots on the tile floor bounced and echoed throughout the cold hallway. Umbrella's "corporate" hallways all seemed the same to Pierre. All of them were unnaturally cold, they were all usually a bright white, and all of them seemed to be unnecessarily big.
Pierre was only sixteen years old, but he had been under Umbrella's wings since he was five. He had grown used to the hallways along with several other of Umbrella's toys. He had never walked this specific hallway before though; this one led to Lord Spencer's personal office which was a very dangerous place to go. He glanced down at his watch realizing that it was already 9:17 and he had to meet Lord Spencer at 9:30. He picked up his pace as he passed several men and women in starch white lab coats. They all seemed to be just as busy as he was, each of them hurrying around with stacks of paper seemingly permanently attached to their hands.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity trying to get past all of the other employees, he reached a large oak door with the word PRIVATE engraved on it. Pierre quickly made three quick taps on the door, not bothering to check with Spencer's secretary, and was rewarded when the door creaked open.
"Hello Pierre, have a seat," the man inside the door said.
Pierre quickly strode to the seat, as he was trained to follow any order from a superior. The large office was decorated tastefully, with a large oak desk being the centerpiece. Various paintings were hung on the wall, along with many awards and certificates that belonged to the resident of the office. The office had floor to ceiling windows opposite of the door that Pierre had just stepped through, which caused the carpet to seem as if it were more of a bright red than a crimson red.
"Do you know why I have called you here today Pierre?" the man said getting straight to business.
"No, sir," Pierre spoke as he positioned his 6'0 178 lbs. body into a chair that seemed fit for a man much smaller.
"We have been training you for these 11 years, because we want to help you get back at the world that neglected you. When your parents abandoned you on the streets of Paris, who took you in? Who was your family?" Sir Spencer said as he took his position behind the desk.
"Umbrella, sir" Pierre said; his light blue eyes blazing at the sheer mention of his parents.
"Right, now a few rogue groups of people here and there are trying to delay our work, we have trained you so that you could return the favor for us and also to get back at the people who neglected you by "taking care" of our problem," Sir Spencer said as if he were talking to a child.
"Yes sir, I feel honored to take up the fight on behalf of Umbrella and I am grateful for you giving me a chance to get a little pay back," Pierre recited as he had been taught to.
"Good, I would haven't of expected any different from our top student, you may return to your barracks Pierre," Sir Spencer said as he turned his chair to face the window.
Pierre quickly got out of the chair that he had worked so hard to get into and snapped a quick salute before leaving. It's about time they gave me the chance to prove myself worthy of working for Umbrella, Pierre thought as he brushed his light blonde hair out of his eyes.
Sir Spencer gazed out the window at the already high sun. The boy had been much easier to persuade than he had originally thought. If Pierre had only known how he had sent the order in when the boy was five to kill his parents, he would be much less willing. Of coarse it had to be done, not only did his parents know too much about Umbrella's research but they wouldn't let their only son be taken away without a fight. Pity he guessed he could have saved a good amount of money if he didn't have to raise the boy from five. Well, all is well that ends well, I am sure the boy will be a good killer with this inner rage.
Author's note: Well, I know it's not much, but tell me what you think about it, I really would appreciate it.
Chapter 1: Inner Rage
The sound of Pierre Dupree's boots on the tile floor bounced and echoed throughout the cold hallway. Umbrella's "corporate" hallways all seemed the same to Pierre. All of them were unnaturally cold, they were all usually a bright white, and all of them seemed to be unnecessarily big.
Pierre was only sixteen years old, but he had been under Umbrella's wings since he was five. He had grown used to the hallways along with several other of Umbrella's toys. He had never walked this specific hallway before though; this one led to Lord Spencer's personal office which was a very dangerous place to go. He glanced down at his watch realizing that it was already 9:17 and he had to meet Lord Spencer at 9:30. He picked up his pace as he passed several men and women in starch white lab coats. They all seemed to be just as busy as he was, each of them hurrying around with stacks of paper seemingly permanently attached to their hands.
Finally, after what seemed like eternity trying to get past all of the other employees, he reached a large oak door with the word PRIVATE engraved on it. Pierre quickly made three quick taps on the door, not bothering to check with Spencer's secretary, and was rewarded when the door creaked open.
"Hello Pierre, have a seat," the man inside the door said.
Pierre quickly strode to the seat, as he was trained to follow any order from a superior. The large office was decorated tastefully, with a large oak desk being the centerpiece. Various paintings were hung on the wall, along with many awards and certificates that belonged to the resident of the office. The office had floor to ceiling windows opposite of the door that Pierre had just stepped through, which caused the carpet to seem as if it were more of a bright red than a crimson red.
"Do you know why I have called you here today Pierre?" the man said getting straight to business.
"No, sir," Pierre spoke as he positioned his 6'0 178 lbs. body into a chair that seemed fit for a man much smaller.
"We have been training you for these 11 years, because we want to help you get back at the world that neglected you. When your parents abandoned you on the streets of Paris, who took you in? Who was your family?" Sir Spencer said as he took his position behind the desk.
"Umbrella, sir" Pierre said; his light blue eyes blazing at the sheer mention of his parents.
"Right, now a few rogue groups of people here and there are trying to delay our work, we have trained you so that you could return the favor for us and also to get back at the people who neglected you by "taking care" of our problem," Sir Spencer said as if he were talking to a child.
"Yes sir, I feel honored to take up the fight on behalf of Umbrella and I am grateful for you giving me a chance to get a little pay back," Pierre recited as he had been taught to.
"Good, I would haven't of expected any different from our top student, you may return to your barracks Pierre," Sir Spencer said as he turned his chair to face the window.
Pierre quickly got out of the chair that he had worked so hard to get into and snapped a quick salute before leaving. It's about time they gave me the chance to prove myself worthy of working for Umbrella, Pierre thought as he brushed his light blonde hair out of his eyes.
Sir Spencer gazed out the window at the already high sun. The boy had been much easier to persuade than he had originally thought. If Pierre had only known how he had sent the order in when the boy was five to kill his parents, he would be much less willing. Of coarse it had to be done, not only did his parents know too much about Umbrella's research but they wouldn't let their only son be taken away without a fight. Pity he guessed he could have saved a good amount of money if he didn't have to raise the boy from five. Well, all is well that ends well, I am sure the boy will be a good killer with this inner rage.
Author's note: Well, I know it's not much, but tell me what you think about it, I really would appreciate it.