Post by Enigma on Mar 1, 2014 19:27:49 GMT -6
It was just midnight when I realized that everything had gone wrong. The wail of sirens only urged my tired, and weary body that practically ached of fatigue on. I could hear the sounds of the explosion as it ripped the building apart. My target, my mission. I had failed, where had I failed to see the subtle clues that they knew. I had been forced to act before the proper time, and hence my current predicament. I was running from the cops, and they knew who I was. Hell, they even had fingerprint identification. I was as good, as well..screwed. I could run, but for how long before the meager earnings I made from my mercenary career ran dry.
I ran faster, urged on by the screaming sirens. I ran harder, ran until my lungs ached with pain. I couldn't stop, not with how far in I was. I could not hope to run from them forever. I had failed, and if the cops didn't get me. Well, then my contact would. He didn't accept failures, and I began to wonder if this hadn't been anything but a set up all along. I raced through the alleyways, climbing metal fences, and jumping cars in my desperate need to escape pursuit.
I heard it too late, the sound of tires screeching as they attempted to halt a vehicle moving much too fast in a area much too small. I couldn't feel the disturbance in the air, nor could I hear the sound of the horn. I felt it before my mind accepted the idea that it was there. My body was flung like a piece of candy into the alley wall. The next thing I heard was a door being opened, and the sound of running feet. Already my vision blurred, and I began to drift into the embracing arms of unconsciousness.
"Help! Someone help me! I need an ambulance in the alley behind the Westminster Apartment Complex, he is bleeding badly. Hurry..quickly! No! No! Stay awake!" The voice faded in an out as I drifted deeper, and deeper into the blackness.
My bruised eyes opened into slits, and I observed a light flashing over my eyes..I could feel my torn, and battered body being shifted onto something soft. I lifted a hand, and tried to wave them off, but the motion was too much. I drifted back into unconsciousness. Before I knew what was happening, I was watching myself from a different view. Watching from the beginning.
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I walked in through the large glass doors, into a bustling center of business. I could see the hurried pace of many of the employees as they sought to accomplish some unknown task amongst the complex. I stood there in the center of the crowd, my attire looking out of place in the fancy suits, and dresses of the other employees. I wasn't an employee, nor did my bit of work actually consider itself more than the basic chore completed by a person in need of cash. Lots of it, and some of my employers had the pockets to pay for my service.
"Fancy place." I muttered, in feigned amazement. I'd seen places that made this place seem tiny in comparison in both funding and employees. I shifted my hand to the concealed magnum at my belt hidden beneath the folds of my raven black trench coat. I wasn't one to attract attention, I was an average looking male. I was around 6 ft plus 4 or 5 inches of muscle. I was trim, but athletic with ear length, wavy black hair and mint green eyes. I had a scar running down the front of my face, but that was average in a world torn apart by the powerful and the weak's desire to remove the powerful.
I moved quickly through the crowded lobby, observing faintly the large aquarium that formed a semi-circle up the steps leading deeper into the complex, and formed a tube above a hallway allowing entry into the elevators. I quickly stepped under the aquarium, noting the deadly fish that swam it's depths. I knew this man was dangerous, and highly valued dead or alive. I would get a pay bonus if I brought him in alive. I guess it had everything to do with another higher power being able to torture them until they died from either pain or the need to escape it.
I pushed the cleverly identified arrow pointing up, and was glad to find it illuminate as it's computer called the elevator back down. I sat patiently, maintaining a steady grip on the briefcase I carried and it's deadly contents. I had enough C4 explosives to blow an entire section of this complex into rubble. I hoped it wouldn't come to that, because then it made my job much, much more difficult than I preferred. I began to tap the soles of my dress shoes on the tiled flooring. I was glad to hear the annoying clicking that ensued. I was satisfied seconds later to hear a ding, and watched as the doors slid open to reveal a group of employees who shuffled out, completely ignorant of the stranger. They were paid to work, not to be security.
I pushed in the appropriate floor, and waited as the elevator rose up through the complex. It's wires pulling without tiring, without strain. The elevator rose until the wall became glass that allowed me to observe just how high I was up. I was glad I'd brought my parachute, because when I'd done my job there would be commotion, and security which meant cops. I hate cops, they may serve for the better good, but in reality they used their position to better themselves. The elevator stopped at the 79th floor of the complex, and I walked out. I was satisfied to see two security guards who merely glanced at me as I walked into the central reception chamber of the CEO. I did a double take on the secretary, and knew she was too good looking to have brains. With an hourglass figure, a comely smile, two deep blue eyes, and luscious blond hair. She was chewing bubble gum, the classic impersonation of a secretary.
"Name, and time of appointment." The secretary asked, her voice soft and musical. Hinting at something more than blockhead that normally served as a secretary for corporate heads.
"Mr Willington, 4:00 PM." I replied just as curtly, though I didn't even wait for her to look up the nonexistent figure before I busted into the main chamber of the head CEO. He was busy reading some papers of some form of importance because he was so indulged in his work he failed to notice me enter. I walked up to him, and sat down in a chair opposite him. I slammed the briefcase down on to the table, and his head came up much too quickly, and I watched him grab his neck from the cramp the followed.
"Who..are you..?" He replied, his Adam's apple bobbing with nervousness and fright. I could practically smell the stench of his fear. I enjoyed it, and I don't care if that makes me sick. I merely did the job, found a way out, and went on with my life. But that didn't mean I couldn't toy with my pawn. I watched as his finger attempted to nonchalantly press the button that would surely call the security.
"Now. Now." I replied calmly, pulling the magnum from it's hidden holster. I pointed the barrel across the desk at the man's head, and made a tsk tsk motion with my free hand. I smiled, a smile of malevolence.
"Why do you wish to kill me?" He asked nervously, his finger retreating to it's former position. I relaxed slightly in the cushioned seat of the chair, and leaned back. But the gun never wavered from it's aim. I was deadly accurate with a fire arm, and even more so in hand to hand combat. I'd been forced to do many things by hand that became messy.
"I was paid to remove you from the game." I replied, sneering. I was enjoying his discomfort.
"By whom?" He asked attempting to stall, and ferret out information. He was relying on his guards to realize that it was much too silent in his office, and come to investigate. My smile grew, and he ran a hand through his receding hair nervously.
"That my friend isn't something you're permitted to know." I replied shrugging, but maintaining the aim on the man's forehead. All my employers cared about was security, and cover ups. All I cared for and needed was payment. I didn't care about anything else. Call me greedy, but I’m not going to be the one who is forced to starve on the street. I was growing bored with this man who thought he was oh so clever. I fired the shot, and the silencer made the bullet exit the barrel with barely the hint of leaving. I'd made one mistake though, before he'd died he had used my momentary thoughts to press the button.
Already I could hear the sounds of security racing into the chamber. I walked calmly over to the door, opening my briefcase, and displaying the deadly explosives within. I pulled them out, and minutes later I had set the timer for around 10 minutes, and jammed the door. I finished adjusting the straps on my parachute before running full speed at the glass window, shooting as I ran. The glass shattered as my body impacted with the material. I could feel sharp pieces digging into my skin as eager to draw blood as a tick. Grunting with the minor pain I went into free fall.
I enjoyed this part of the job the most, the ability to fly. Well not really fly, but glide. Sensing the appropriate altitude for deployment, I opened the chute. The material fanned out behind me as the umbrella caught on the wind. I didn't even realize the slowing of my descent as the parachute fully deployed. I adjusted the aim, and landed in a crouched position. Taking off my parachute, and running with the efficiency of the trained killer I was. I was up and running as the first explosive occurred. It shook the ground with it's intensity, and I looked back to observe a pillar of flame reach hungrily for the oxygen of the atmosphere. I kept running, and I could hear the sirens...I was running....
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"Ah, he is coming to." A satisfied voice claimed, and I knew I was in trouble. Given that this wasn't headquarters, and that wasn't my personal medic speaking. I knew I was in a hospital. Just like an angry wave, the smell engulfed me. I was hit with a bitter sense of nausea. I ground it down with trained efficiency, and observed the faintly illuminated room. I was in one of the few occupied beds, I attempted to move but was hit with a pain like iron needles in my side. I looked down to observe a bandage wrapped entirely around my abdomen.
"Calm down sir, everything is ok." A nurse had rushed over when she noticed my attempts to stand. She held me down, and I soon complied, the pain becoming too great. I could feel myself wanting to sleep. But I couldn't. It would mean watching more.
A doctor walked in and nodded to the orderly who released me obediently, and the doctor began to the common check ups a patient went through in a medical examination. I was asked to look at a point on the wall as he observed my retinas. He tsked, and jotted some notes down on his clipboard. I caught a glimpse of the word concussion, and knew I was in deeper than I'd thought.
I could feel sleep tightening it's grip on me, and I could feel myself slipping. I watched as the doctor became fuzzy in my former perfect vision, and then it began to darken. Not only my senses, but my consciousness. I continued to slip deeper and deeper, away from the pain that ached unbearably in my abdomen. Away from all the past misdeeds and jobs. I failed to realize that I was sinking into a common state after a serious accident, and my mind realized before fading into the darkness that I was going to be gone for awhile. I closed my heavy-lidded eyes, and welcomed the coma with the arms of a brother. It embraced me in return and swept me into a state of peace.
Meanwhile the doctor continue to observe his notes, and look at the body that had sank into a coma to heal wounds that had shown remarkable recovery from the state he arrived in the two days since the accident. Who was this man, and what was he doing running in the alleyway, oblivious to the warnings of the horn of the automobile. He pondered this as he closed the door to the room, and looked in the window at the peaceful state on the sleeping figure's features. This man was more than he looked, more than human if the results were true. He walked down the hall of the hospital, planning tests.
I ran faster, urged on by the screaming sirens. I ran harder, ran until my lungs ached with pain. I couldn't stop, not with how far in I was. I could not hope to run from them forever. I had failed, and if the cops didn't get me. Well, then my contact would. He didn't accept failures, and I began to wonder if this hadn't been anything but a set up all along. I raced through the alleyways, climbing metal fences, and jumping cars in my desperate need to escape pursuit.
I heard it too late, the sound of tires screeching as they attempted to halt a vehicle moving much too fast in a area much too small. I couldn't feel the disturbance in the air, nor could I hear the sound of the horn. I felt it before my mind accepted the idea that it was there. My body was flung like a piece of candy into the alley wall. The next thing I heard was a door being opened, and the sound of running feet. Already my vision blurred, and I began to drift into the embracing arms of unconsciousness.
"Help! Someone help me! I need an ambulance in the alley behind the Westminster Apartment Complex, he is bleeding badly. Hurry..quickly! No! No! Stay awake!" The voice faded in an out as I drifted deeper, and deeper into the blackness.
My bruised eyes opened into slits, and I observed a light flashing over my eyes..I could feel my torn, and battered body being shifted onto something soft. I lifted a hand, and tried to wave them off, but the motion was too much. I drifted back into unconsciousness. Before I knew what was happening, I was watching myself from a different view. Watching from the beginning.
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I walked in through the large glass doors, into a bustling center of business. I could see the hurried pace of many of the employees as they sought to accomplish some unknown task amongst the complex. I stood there in the center of the crowd, my attire looking out of place in the fancy suits, and dresses of the other employees. I wasn't an employee, nor did my bit of work actually consider itself more than the basic chore completed by a person in need of cash. Lots of it, and some of my employers had the pockets to pay for my service.
"Fancy place." I muttered, in feigned amazement. I'd seen places that made this place seem tiny in comparison in both funding and employees. I shifted my hand to the concealed magnum at my belt hidden beneath the folds of my raven black trench coat. I wasn't one to attract attention, I was an average looking male. I was around 6 ft plus 4 or 5 inches of muscle. I was trim, but athletic with ear length, wavy black hair and mint green eyes. I had a scar running down the front of my face, but that was average in a world torn apart by the powerful and the weak's desire to remove the powerful.
I moved quickly through the crowded lobby, observing faintly the large aquarium that formed a semi-circle up the steps leading deeper into the complex, and formed a tube above a hallway allowing entry into the elevators. I quickly stepped under the aquarium, noting the deadly fish that swam it's depths. I knew this man was dangerous, and highly valued dead or alive. I would get a pay bonus if I brought him in alive. I guess it had everything to do with another higher power being able to torture them until they died from either pain or the need to escape it.
I pushed the cleverly identified arrow pointing up, and was glad to find it illuminate as it's computer called the elevator back down. I sat patiently, maintaining a steady grip on the briefcase I carried and it's deadly contents. I had enough C4 explosives to blow an entire section of this complex into rubble. I hoped it wouldn't come to that, because then it made my job much, much more difficult than I preferred. I began to tap the soles of my dress shoes on the tiled flooring. I was glad to hear the annoying clicking that ensued. I was satisfied seconds later to hear a ding, and watched as the doors slid open to reveal a group of employees who shuffled out, completely ignorant of the stranger. They were paid to work, not to be security.
I pushed in the appropriate floor, and waited as the elevator rose up through the complex. It's wires pulling without tiring, without strain. The elevator rose until the wall became glass that allowed me to observe just how high I was up. I was glad I'd brought my parachute, because when I'd done my job there would be commotion, and security which meant cops. I hate cops, they may serve for the better good, but in reality they used their position to better themselves. The elevator stopped at the 79th floor of the complex, and I walked out. I was satisfied to see two security guards who merely glanced at me as I walked into the central reception chamber of the CEO. I did a double take on the secretary, and knew she was too good looking to have brains. With an hourglass figure, a comely smile, two deep blue eyes, and luscious blond hair. She was chewing bubble gum, the classic impersonation of a secretary.
"Name, and time of appointment." The secretary asked, her voice soft and musical. Hinting at something more than blockhead that normally served as a secretary for corporate heads.
"Mr Willington, 4:00 PM." I replied just as curtly, though I didn't even wait for her to look up the nonexistent figure before I busted into the main chamber of the head CEO. He was busy reading some papers of some form of importance because he was so indulged in his work he failed to notice me enter. I walked up to him, and sat down in a chair opposite him. I slammed the briefcase down on to the table, and his head came up much too quickly, and I watched him grab his neck from the cramp the followed.
"Who..are you..?" He replied, his Adam's apple bobbing with nervousness and fright. I could practically smell the stench of his fear. I enjoyed it, and I don't care if that makes me sick. I merely did the job, found a way out, and went on with my life. But that didn't mean I couldn't toy with my pawn. I watched as his finger attempted to nonchalantly press the button that would surely call the security.
"Now. Now." I replied calmly, pulling the magnum from it's hidden holster. I pointed the barrel across the desk at the man's head, and made a tsk tsk motion with my free hand. I smiled, a smile of malevolence.
"Why do you wish to kill me?" He asked nervously, his finger retreating to it's former position. I relaxed slightly in the cushioned seat of the chair, and leaned back. But the gun never wavered from it's aim. I was deadly accurate with a fire arm, and even more so in hand to hand combat. I'd been forced to do many things by hand that became messy.
"I was paid to remove you from the game." I replied, sneering. I was enjoying his discomfort.
"By whom?" He asked attempting to stall, and ferret out information. He was relying on his guards to realize that it was much too silent in his office, and come to investigate. My smile grew, and he ran a hand through his receding hair nervously.
"That my friend isn't something you're permitted to know." I replied shrugging, but maintaining the aim on the man's forehead. All my employers cared about was security, and cover ups. All I cared for and needed was payment. I didn't care about anything else. Call me greedy, but I’m not going to be the one who is forced to starve on the street. I was growing bored with this man who thought he was oh so clever. I fired the shot, and the silencer made the bullet exit the barrel with barely the hint of leaving. I'd made one mistake though, before he'd died he had used my momentary thoughts to press the button.
Already I could hear the sounds of security racing into the chamber. I walked calmly over to the door, opening my briefcase, and displaying the deadly explosives within. I pulled them out, and minutes later I had set the timer for around 10 minutes, and jammed the door. I finished adjusting the straps on my parachute before running full speed at the glass window, shooting as I ran. The glass shattered as my body impacted with the material. I could feel sharp pieces digging into my skin as eager to draw blood as a tick. Grunting with the minor pain I went into free fall.
I enjoyed this part of the job the most, the ability to fly. Well not really fly, but glide. Sensing the appropriate altitude for deployment, I opened the chute. The material fanned out behind me as the umbrella caught on the wind. I didn't even realize the slowing of my descent as the parachute fully deployed. I adjusted the aim, and landed in a crouched position. Taking off my parachute, and running with the efficiency of the trained killer I was. I was up and running as the first explosive occurred. It shook the ground with it's intensity, and I looked back to observe a pillar of flame reach hungrily for the oxygen of the atmosphere. I kept running, and I could hear the sirens...I was running....
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"Ah, he is coming to." A satisfied voice claimed, and I knew I was in trouble. Given that this wasn't headquarters, and that wasn't my personal medic speaking. I knew I was in a hospital. Just like an angry wave, the smell engulfed me. I was hit with a bitter sense of nausea. I ground it down with trained efficiency, and observed the faintly illuminated room. I was in one of the few occupied beds, I attempted to move but was hit with a pain like iron needles in my side. I looked down to observe a bandage wrapped entirely around my abdomen.
"Calm down sir, everything is ok." A nurse had rushed over when she noticed my attempts to stand. She held me down, and I soon complied, the pain becoming too great. I could feel myself wanting to sleep. But I couldn't. It would mean watching more.
A doctor walked in and nodded to the orderly who released me obediently, and the doctor began to the common check ups a patient went through in a medical examination. I was asked to look at a point on the wall as he observed my retinas. He tsked, and jotted some notes down on his clipboard. I caught a glimpse of the word concussion, and knew I was in deeper than I'd thought.
I could feel sleep tightening it's grip on me, and I could feel myself slipping. I watched as the doctor became fuzzy in my former perfect vision, and then it began to darken. Not only my senses, but my consciousness. I continued to slip deeper and deeper, away from the pain that ached unbearably in my abdomen. Away from all the past misdeeds and jobs. I failed to realize that I was sinking into a common state after a serious accident, and my mind realized before fading into the darkness that I was going to be gone for awhile. I closed my heavy-lidded eyes, and welcomed the coma with the arms of a brother. It embraced me in return and swept me into a state of peace.
Meanwhile the doctor continue to observe his notes, and look at the body that had sank into a coma to heal wounds that had shown remarkable recovery from the state he arrived in the two days since the accident. Who was this man, and what was he doing running in the alleyway, oblivious to the warnings of the horn of the automobile. He pondered this as he closed the door to the room, and looked in the window at the peaceful state on the sleeping figure's features. This man was more than he looked, more than human if the results were true. He walked down the hall of the hospital, planning tests.