Chapter 1
With every panicked step I take pain shoots up my weary legs in quick flashes. The temptation to just give in now was almost overwhelming. But it was what they want and why they pursued me so relentlessly and why I will not let them win, not yet at least. I shake the thought from my mind the best I can but I know it will most likely resurface before this waking nightmare is over.
Bullets rip into the brick wall at my side. Fragments brake free and blind me. Great, just what I needed. I run on trying to clear my eyes and calm my nerves. My hands are trembling with a fun little cocktail of fear and adrenaline. I know I can't keep this up.
My sight finally clears only leaving a faint stinging. I can now recognize my surroundings. An alleyway, wide and filthy. Above me close lines drape between widows waving their many colorful garments. I must be surrounded my apartment buildings. This is not necessarily bad thing. Although I do not take joy in endangering innocent people, apartment buildings have elevators, and roof tops that could help me get right the hell out of here, which presently is my number one priority, that and the whole not dieing thing.
I search for a door and I find one. Rusty, old, and unlocked, leading me up a stairwell and into a small hallway. The hall is long, narrow, and colored a putrid green. Apartment doors line the walls and become a blur as I sprint past them. My attention is now only focused on the elevator doors ahead.
I reach the cold metallic doors just as they slowly open to expel an elderly woman in a brown trench coat. She gasps dramatically and troughs herself to the wall clenching her chest, a fear stricken look on her face. I run past her and into the empty box. The woman gapes at me through the doors. She jumps as the doors behind her down the hallway slam open. I press the elevator button franticly; I'm growing a tad bit impatient.
Guns drawn they sprint down the dimly lit hallway. Three well built males, all clad in black, but not agents. I don't recognize them but I can tell their not assassins either.They are most likely body guards, descent ones, but body guard all the same. Faceless and expendable. This is why the Merovingian has sent them. Assassins are expensive, if he had truly wanted me dead he would have sent assassins, buts it's not his style. No doubt he'd like me alive so he can recite whatever long speech he's most likely prepared for me before he tortures and kills me in the worst way his twisted little mind could think of. All he's had is time to plot out how he'd like to dispose of me since I left.
The men take aim. The metallic doors inch closer and I draw my own weapon. They open fire before the old woman has time to scream. Disobeying orders most likely, as I am fairly surethe Mero wants me as alive and coherent for his little games. Luckily the old woman takes most of heat. The bullets rip into her and splatter blood inside the elevator only moments before the doors finally close
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I collapse against the wall. My breath is ragged and thin. I am trying my best to catch it. My stomach feels like is has hit the ground as the elevator lifts me. As a child I loved that feeling. Now it is unsettling.
I straighten myself and face the doors. My face is damp with sweat. My finger gently touches the trigger in preparation of what ever these doors open to reveal. The elevator stops and the doors open. Light pours in and blinds me. I hesitate and know immediately that I will regret it. The cold barrel of a gun is pressed ageist my forehead.
"Drop the gun."
The words reverberate of the walls as if they were yelled, but they weren't. They were calmly spoken by an icy voice. I cooperate.
Forgive my spelling, it really is horrendous so there's no reason to alert me to that.
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