Sequel to "Have Mercy"
Merciana Sheehan, an enhanced girl from the Underground, works relentlessly to end her father's life and stop the Underground Revolution, but after an unforeseen condition comes to light the entire team tries to shy her fr...
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"What're you doing out here?" I heard Shannon chuckle from behind, but I didn't bother to turn around. I continued to stare forward across the river with my feet in the water. "Reconnecting with nature," I said flatly. "I've been stuck in the damn halfway house that Hange put me in critiquing plans, formations, inventory, and what have you all week. My brain is fried." I swirled my foot around in the water as Shannon took a seat next to me and crossed his legs. After Hange finished my treatments, I was assigned to a small house on the outskirts of the Inner City. Shannon was moved into a house just a block from mine to "keep an eye on me." I didn't mind the company, even if he was intrusive sometimes, but the fact that I needed babysat irked me. I knew that what I did was wrong, but the whole purpose of Hange's treatments was to rid me of my "homicidal tendencies," and it worked, so I wasn't sure why I was still under supervision. "Well, good for you," Shannon sighed as he leaned back on his hands and looked across the river with me. "You've been working too hard, anyway."
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I slowly turned my head to him and furrowed my brows. He glanced at me and back at the river before letting out a long sigh. "Go ahead," he said. "Say what's on your mind because I'm guessing I said something wrong." "I haven't been working too hard," I said coldly. "I'm bound to come face-to-face with my father in less than a week. I have to be prepared because if not..." My chest swelled at the thought. The Underground mission was nearing, and seeing my father was inevitable. I hadn't seen him in years and I was fearful. He committed atrocities against me and made me the most powerful human to walk the earth, yet the thought of coming face to face with the crippled man who built me frightened me all the same. What if I couldn't kill him? What if I froze? What if he manipulated me into my homicidal tendencies once again and I went on another blood thirsty rampage? What if I wasn't prepared enough and would put the team of soldiers in danger? I sighed as fervent questions bounced around my skull. "You'll be ready, Mercy," Shannon assured. "I know you will be. After all he's done to you and after all you've been through I know you'll do everything in your power to end this." I moved my eyes to the side to see that Shannon was facing me, and let out a breathy laugh through my nose. "Thanks," I chuckled hollowly, "but you know what frustrates me the most about all of this?" "Hm?" "Hange won't even let me step foot in the Scout Regiment," I groaned as the crushing weight of responsibility hung heavily on my shoulders. "I'm suppose to be leading this mission, but how the hell am I suppose to lead when I don't even know my team? How am I suppose to work with these people if we don't even get to bounce ideas off each other o-or know one another?" I turned to him and let out a quick sigh. "How am I suppose to carry everyone to victory if I don't know the people lifting some of the weight?"
