Forgot to say this in the last chapter, Mercy is my character, don't try to steal her. Since I've got nothing else to say, here's the next chapter.
Chapter Two: Fallen Angel
Mercy watched the crows as they strutted about her yard pecking at the ground for worms or whatever it is they eat. For as long as she could remember, crows had always been her favorite animals. She loved their dark beauty and the way they showed no mercy to their prey. They would tear their victim apart, fight over it, and then devour it. And they hated hawks. Whenever there was a hawk around, they'd dive bomb it until it left.
"You're such a worm Mercy, do you eat dirt too?"
She put her hands over her ears and tried to silence the voice of her classmate as it came echoing through her head. Mercy hated all of her classmates, every single one of them, and she hated her teachers too. They made her feel like dirt, no, dirt was treated better than her. Mercy continued looking out the window until the crows flew away.
"You do realize that nobody likes you right?"
Mercy turned away from the window and looked over her kitchen. What had she done to deserve such treatment? Why didn't anyone understand her? Didn't anyone realize how much she hurt?
"Are you crying Mercy? You're such a baby."
She sank down to the floor and put her hands over her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to hold back the tears. The voices of her classmates tended to plague her from time to time. This normal routine for Mercy was starting to take its toll on her mentally and physically.
"You're so weak and pathetic Mercy, why don't you evaporate?"
"No, leave me alone," Mercy pleaded in her thoughts.
"Something wrong Mercy?"
Mercy didn't know that the voice had heard her cry out. When he spoke up, it had surprised her. And as she processed the question, she realized that was the first time anyone had asked her if something was wrong. But his question had chased away the other voices in her head.
"Answer me Mercy."
"It's nothing."
"Don't lie to me."
She cringed answering, "I hear voices."
"Besides mine?"
"Yes, their from my classmates, I was just remembering things they said."
"Do they criticize you?"
"Yes."
"Do you wish to make them suffer?"
"Yes."
"I like the way you think Mercy."
Mercy wasn't used to getting compliments. And as she thought back, she couldn't ever recall getting a compliment from anyone, not even from her family. The voice kept repeating her name too. Mercy wasn't sure why he was, but when he did, he made her feel like an actual person.
"Are you alright now Mercy?"
"I think so."
"Good, I'll be coming to you soon."
"What do you mean?"
"You shall see soon enough. Will you do me a favor Mercy?"
"I suppose."
"Don't think and don't remember. If you must think about anyone, or you simply have to remember something, think of me."
"I don't even know who you are."
"You know that 'bot from your dreams Mercy, the one who dies?"
"Yes."
"That's me."
A robot. She was helping that purple robot from her dreams, the one with the horns. The one she always woke up feeling sorry for. He wasn't human either; he was an alien from outer space. An evil alien at that, one that would probably kill her as soon as he came back to life. Just what had she gotten herself into?
Mercy got up from the floor and went to her room where she took out a notebook. She had nothing to do, so she just began to write. She wrote words that tugged at her heart. She wrote words of how she felt and how she longed to feel. It took her about and hour to write the words, which formed a poem. It went like this:
I am a fallen angel, I've finally found my hell
My wings are ripped and broken; my soul's been torn as well
And when I fell I landed not among the stars
But in a world where hate and eternal suffering are
These scars that I wear now, no one seems to see
They're not on my surface, but deep inside of me
They never seem to heal and they reopen everyday
No one seems to care as I bleed out all my pain
Maybe someday I can go home and finally be set free
Maybe someday they'll understand the quality of Mercy.
Mercy cried as she reread the poem. She hated suffering like she was. She hated her sick and twisted mind. All she wanted though was someone to care about her. She had never been shown compassion, and for what reason? "Being brought into existence," Mercy thought bitterly.
"I told you not to think Mercy."
"I'll think if I goddamn want to, now leave me alone."
"I can't leave you alone Mercy; you'll end up destroying yourself."
"Just shut up!"
"I'm coming for you now Mercy."
Mercy didn't say anything back and ran outside. She plopped down in the grass and let the wind dance through her hair. The girl looked up at the gray sky knowing a storm was blowing in. She liked the lightning and the thunder. She liked the wind and the rain. She liked things that could kill people. Mercy stood just as a large drop of rain landed on her head. She felt something on her shoulder, and turned only to be face to face with the robot from her dreams.
He had a wicked smile on his white face as he removed his hand from her shoulder. His right hand was glowing and sparking and it looked like he was holding lightning in his hand. "Hello Mercy," he said before driving his electrified hand into her chest.
No worries, I wrote that poem, I didn't plagiarize anybody. And I'll get more into the description of the bot from Mercy's dreams in the next chapter. Sorry for the short chapters, I hope to make the next one longer. Please review!!
