Mercy: Chapter 1This is one of the other novels that I'm working on, see my profile for the other. I have a whole bunch of ideas of where I can go with this, including other heroes and how each, interacting story lines, etc. If you like it please tell me, it would be a great motivation to finish it. I'm going to post the first five chapters so give me your comments and criticism so I can rework this and hopefully make it enjoyable to millions if I could ever get it that popular, all with your help too which I will gladly reciprocate if you ever need my help. Please correct me on my grammatical errors too, I tend to do a lot of those in my flurry of mad writing.
…One month ago
As the wind whistles in the cool night sky, Alastair and his team consisting of four men, all dawned in all black clothes from head to toe await on a hill, hidden in bushed overlooking a large grand house, lights illuminating the dark world. Gripping a radio tightly in is hand, keeping his gaze fixed on the home; a message jerks him out of his trance.
“You guys in position?” the voice asks
“Have been for a while now, just waiting for the go ahead”
“Alright we’ll launch our attack now, good luck”
“…Oh and Alastair, thanks for actually helping out tonight. I know you hate doing this ****, especially on orders from dad but it means a lot that you’re here.”
“Don’t grow soft on me now Shane, you sound like a scared little school girl”
“Ha funny, rest assured I’ll be kicking your *** for that one after this is done”
“Love to see you try”
Pushing the radio back into his pocket, Alastair slings his assault rifle around his shoulder, checking to make sure his weapon is loaded. Turning his stare to each of his men, he shoots them a look lifting a finger, each men becoming completely still. As they sit, waiting in the grass like lions preparing to attack their prey, the sound of cars screeching to a halt pierces the whistling night air, blaring gunshots and screams followed shortly after, the assault commencing.
Waving his hand, Alastair leads the team quickly down the hill to a large brick wall behind the house, their advancement still not seen. Taking off on a running start the men run up the walls, jumping at the top of the ascent grabbing the wall, pulling themselves over. As their feet hit the soft ground, they swiftly glance around aiming down their sights, the distraction up fulfilling its job.
Moving to the back door, Alastair signals to three as another one of his men kicks open the door, Alastair and his men moving inside, catching several kitchen workers off guard, each shot down by a bullet from every gun but Alastair’s. Proceeding ahead, Alastair leans his ear against the kitchen door leading to the dining room, multiple voices heard on the other side speaking in Spanish.
“They’re distracted, focused on preparing to defend the front of the house” Alastair whispers to his men. “Two on the left, four in the middle, and three near the left. On my count”
Counting to three again, Alastair and a team member burst through the doors, each quickly taking down several men each as their victims turn facing the horrors behind them. As one raises his weapon preparing to fire, Alastair catches him with a bullet to his head, blood spraying in the air as the lifeless body tumbles backwards to the ground. With the rest of his men cleaning the rest of the room of filth, the group of assassins continues on, catching two more men of guard around the corner, outside of the room. Heading down a corridor, door by door is analyzed by Alastair as he passes them, before stopping at one. Preparing to move inside, several men spot the team from down the hall, shooting down one of the members. Quickly opening fire, in a bl
“What are we going to do with his body Whelan?” a man asks in a thick Spanish accent.
“Move it inside and make an opening to the room above just as we planned, I’ll go get rid of the others”
Nodding his head, the three other men carry the dead; cooling body inside the room as Alastair runs down the hall to the other bodies, dragging them by their feet should he have to quickly react to another assault. With the corpses hidden, Alastair swiftly returns to his men, a hole in the ceiling of the room just as he wanted. Helping one another up to the room above, a large living room size bathroom, they await by the door for Alastair’s orders. Slightly opening the door, Alastair peers out two men standing at the end of the hall keeping guard before four other men round a corner heading down the hall towards the men more than likely heading to the fight out front, four other men following them but making their way towards the room Alastair and his room are currently stationed.
“**** we have company heading our way, prepare for my…”
“Let’s just take them out now” the man with the Spanish accent from before responds eagerly opening the door.
Opening fire taking down two of the men out front, the over anxious man is swiftly gunned down after with no one following him.
“Intrusos, Intrusos!” one of the men yells as he heads back down from where he came, Alastair and his surviving team’s cover blown.
“Attack, attack, attack!” Alastair screams to his two remaining men, each opening fire killing the one remaining guard near them and the two down the hall.
Sprinting down the hall, several more men appear at the end of the hall opening fire of their own, striking one of Alastair’s men in his shoulder knocking him down to the ground as he rounds the corner.
“****” he mutters as he pushes himself back to his feet, blood starting to seep through his clothes.
“You two stay here and watch my back, I’ll go get Torres”
“You sure about that Alastair? There’s going to be heavy guard duty there” his clean man asks as he peeks around the corner opening fire of his own, keeping their foes at a safe distance.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Especially with those two Guerreros off our team now, this job will be easier”
Taking off on a now solo mission, Alastair runs down the hall pulling out two pistols. Speeding around another corner at the end of this hall he runs up along a wall, ending the lives of three men waiting for him, each caught off guard by his plan of attack. Continuing his fast and deadly assault, two more men fall victim as they step out from a dual door room, Alastair flipping over the fired bullets as he places one of his, respectively in both of their heads, their bloods staining the doors.
Stopping at the doors, Alastair leans his ear against the door, silence falling upon his as focuses his sense on the room inside, drowning out the chaos ensuing behind him as he closes his eyes. Hearing the heavy, scared breathing of multiple men, Alastair pinpoints their positions in the room as he bursts through the doors, opening his eyes to a room being perceived in slow motion. Seeing bullet after bullet fired from a gun Alastair plots his course of action. Firing his weapons he shoots down four bullets in midair collision, ducking, dodging and weaving around others as he takes down a handful off men, each taken down with a precise shot to the head, chest, or neck.
With a third of the room clear Alastair takes cover behind a trophy stand, the room returning to full speed, bullets blazing by Alastair, one scrapping a part of his exposed arm. Closing his eyes again, he drowns out other sounds, focusing only on those left in the room, opening his eyes again as he jumps out, the room once again perceived in slow motion. Taking out a bullet about to strike him in the head, he dodges several other shots as he unloads a few of his own, three more men falling victim to his powers. Running out of bullets, he tosses the guns to the side, as he reaches for his rifle, the room still appearing in slow motion to him. Unleashing bullet after bullet he drops man after man, the room returning back to normal as his final bullet pierces through the last man’s open awed mouth, his body sliding down staining the wall as the bullet wedges itself into the once spotless barrier.
Gazing around bloodied, annialated, hectic room, bodies seemingly used for the floor boards, he spots no sign of Cortez, a breeze hitting him on the back making his body chill as he turns around to a wide open window. Looking outside, he watches as Cortez and two other men run to a parked, running SUV, a driver awaiting him along the side of the house. Without hesitating he quickly jumps out of the window, tumbling forward as he hits the ground to avoid injury. Quickly pulling up into a shooting stance he places a bullet in the leg of one of the fleeing men, knocking him to the ground as Cortez and the other men escape in the vehicle. Extending his hand out towards Cortez the man looks on in horror as he looks at the fallen man and back at Alastair, preparing for another shot. Ducking back inside he closes the door as Alastair fires a shot clanking off of the inside of the door.
“Padre…PADRE!” the man yells as the vehicle takes off, the poor injured soul left to fend for himself in the midst of an attack of blood thirsty wolves.
“****” Alastair mutters as the vehicle takes off swiftly sprinting after it, pausing a moment as he nears the fallen son, sulking, burying his head in the dirt, afraid of his fate. “You should not pay for your father’s sin” he mutters as he continues his chase after Cortez, the desire for his blood now even greater.
Watching the large SUV plow through Shane’s forces out front, escaping onto the road, Alastair hops through the window of a parked vehicle driven into battle by one of Shane’s men.
“Get him Alastair!” Shane hollers at his little brother, as the car roars to life in the quieting night sky, speeding after the fleeing coward.
Reaching into the glove compartment near the passenger seat Alastair grabs a pistol, the required hiding spot of weapons for the Whelans for emergency situation such as these. Gaining ground on the SUV, on the long, dark, isolated, country road, the sound of thundering engines alerting those miles away, Alastair reaches his hand out of his window, firing a several shots, hitting the back right tire with one and shattering the rear mirror with another. Opening fire back, Alastair ducks below the steering wheel as his windshield is destroyed. Keeping his foot on the gas, peering out when he can he catches the large SUV, slamming into the back of the vehicle, knocking the gunman off balance enough for Alastair to rise up and fire his weapon, placing a bullet directly in the eye of his foe, dropping his weapon as he falls down lifeless onto the back seats, his head slamming against the center counsel between the driver and passenger’s seat, blood dripping onto the leather floor.
Letting off the gas, Alastair prepares to end the chase, placing an easy shot into the second back tire, sparks flying from underneath the fleeing vehicle as it screeches against the hard, asphalt, the driver quickly losing control as he flies off the road smashing into a tree head on with an loud, impacting collision, the tree nearly toppling at the force of impact. Stopping his car Alastair exits, walking down the hill to the wrecked vehicle, keeping his gun ready for any surprises. Nearing the vehicle the driver’s door flings open as the driver of the vehicle falls out, dead, head nearly caved in, face stained in a crimson mask. With only one other man in the SUV Alastair walks around to the passenger’s seat, peering in at a barely conscious living Cortez, pinned between his seat and front counsel of the vehicle, body covered in blood.
“So the famed disgraced son of Mark Whelan himself is here to end my life…No surprise there.” Cortez speaks up painfully; face grimacing as he sees Alastair raise his weapon.
“How did you know it was me?”
He smiles “You can’t seriously expect me to not learn all I can about the heralded near rouge assassin that has ended almost all of the lives of Mark Whelan’s chief competitors…I knew you would be coming for me sooner or later.”
“You’re a regular prophet, have any more predictions Nostradamus?”
He chuckles, stopping as he coughs out blood spraying more out over the pool already forming. “Just one involving your death”
“And what’s that?”
“You can’t honestly expect your life to be protected just because you’re of your father’s own flesh and blood,… especially after all the trouble you have caused him in your short life… With my death it only makes you more expendable.”
“You don’t think I already know that? For somebody who learned all they could about me, you seemed to slack off on a lot of your homework”
“What’s your plan then?... You’re going to kill me anyways, not like I’m going to share any details with anyone.”
Alastair smirks beneath his mask “It’s simple really I’m going to kill Mark first”
Cortez laughs again, only to spit out more blood. “You seriously expect to kill the devil himself… I wonder if I was ever as foolish as you when I was your age”
“I think your predicament right now should answer who is a fool and who isn’t”
“Really,…well tell me kid how are going to do it”
“I have a trick stored way up here” Alastair tells him tapping his head
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just look up and watch” Alastair finally states as he places a bullet into Cortez’s skull, smoke clearing the muzzle of the gun as he stores it in his pocket. Smiling at his work, he is interrupted as a loud muzzled voice breaks the silence from his pocket.
“Alastair you there? You get him brother?” Shane asks through the radio
“Don’t worry I got him”