Broken Hearts and Broken Homes, chapter 5
*No one's POV*
Death lurked in the shadows of the dark and gloomy basement. Marjiuana plants surround the prisoners duct taped and tied to stiff wooden chairs. The walls soundproof,a good investment for a kiddnapping of this intensity. LIfe was on the line, insanity and hallucenating glazing over their eyes, not believing that this could be the night that they could die. They never suspected it, so sudden, just in the blink of an eye. No one, not even the sharpest of secret and private investigators and FBI's looking after Mercedes expected it. Mercedes was not who they all thought she was. No one, she barely even knew herslef, who she was. All she knew is that she might die, her mission failing, failing her country, the world, nonetheless. She was their savior, their saint, who wasn't so saintly, that could save their lives.
She basically was raised in a family that was all tied in the secret agent society of the government. Her parents told her that she was to carry on their mission. She was out for vengance. She wanted to kill whoever killed her parents, and she knew who he was, Mike.
He killed her parents after they broke up, and he found out who she was. He was out to kill her, and she was on the run. She had to kill him. Who would die first? Or would any of them die? That was to be discovered.
Chills ran down Mercedes's spine, and down the rest of her body. Billie joe was praying in his mind, whilst hyperventilating. Tre, he thought of his family, like Billie, hoping that he could see them again. The last words he said to his daughter, thank gosh, was "I love you," but the last part was, "See you next week!" Which may never happen.
A tear ran down Tre's cheek, thinking about his young daughter and how he may never see her again..never see her smile again. Not get another sight of the light of day.
Mercedes thought about her life. Lies, all lies. Her parents, not her real parents. She was adopted, literally used by the government to complete unthought missions for women her age. Barely out of college, she was working two full time jobs, the government, which was to be kept as secret as possible, although she depised the job, she had to keep it for her saftey. Sleep was an unthought thing. "Work for your life," literally, was the saying. She worked and worked. Ran and ran. And now it was do or die. Live or let die.
She tryed to concoct a plan in her head, barley functioning now, stressed and tired, depressed and worried, threatened and scared. Mike was sitting on the steps on the bottom of the stairs, staring holes into the side of Mercedes's brain. Finally, after what seemed like grueling hours, he got up, snapping out of his trance, and went over to Mercedes.
"Wake up, bitch. Listen to me!"
She woke up, startled.
He untied her, and led her away forcefully, Billie looking longingly and pitiful at Mercedes, hoping for the best, that they could somehow get out alive. Tre followed her with his eyes, not even thinking about kinky sex, but how much pain this has caused everyone. Was it Mercedes's fault for this? Was it his? Evil Mike's? The government?
Death lurked in the shadows of the dark and gloomy basement. Marjiuana plants surround the prisoners duct taped and tied to stiff wooden chairs. The walls soundproof,a good investment for a kiddnapping of this intensity. LIfe was on the line, insanity and hallucenating glazing over their eyes, not believing that this could be the night that they could die. They never suspected it, so sudden, just in the blink of an eye. No one, not even the sharpest of secret and private investigators and FBI's looking after Mercedes expected it. Mercedes was not who they all thought she was. No one, she barely even knew herslef, who she was. All she knew is that she might die, her mission failing, failing her country, the world, nonetheless. She was their savior, their saint, who wasn't so saintly, that could save their lives.
She basically was raised in a family that was all tied in the secret agent society of the government. Her parents told her that she was to carry on their mission. She was out for vengance. She wanted to kill whoever killed her parents, and she knew who he was, Mike.
He killed her parents after they broke up, and he found out who she was. He was out to kill her, and she was on the run. She had to kill him. Who would die first? Or would any of them die? That was to be discovered.
Chills ran down Mercedes's spine, and down the rest of her body. Billie joe was praying in his mind, whilst hyperventilating. Tre, he thought of his family, like Billie, hoping that he could see them again. The last words he said to his daughter, thank gosh, was "I love you," but the last part was, "See you next week!" Which may never happen.
A tear ran down Tre's cheek, thinking about his young daughter and how he may never see her again..never see her smile again. Not get another sight of the light of day.
Mercedes thought about her life. Lies, all lies. Her parents, not her real parents. She was adopted, literally used by the government to complete unthought missions for women her age. Barely out of college, she was working two full time jobs, the government, which was to be kept as secret as possible, although she depised the job, she had to keep it for her saftey. Sleep was an unthought thing. "Work for your life," literally, was the saying. She worked and worked. Ran and ran. And now it was do or die. Live or let die.
She tryed to concoct a plan in her head, barley functioning now, stressed and tired, depressed and worried, threatened and scared. Mike was sitting on the steps on the bottom of the stairs, staring holes into the side of Mercedes's brain. Finally, after what seemed like grueling hours, he got up, snapping out of his trance, and went over to Mercedes.
"Wake up, bitch. Listen to me!"
She woke up, startled.
He untied her, and led her away forcefully, Billie looking longingly and pitiful at Mercedes, hoping for the best, that they could somehow get out alive. Tre followed her with his eyes, not even thinking about kinky sex, but how much pain this has caused everyone. Was it Mercedes's fault for this? Was it his? Evil Mike's? The government?
