Mercy

The Mission

It was cold. Very cold. Dense fog crawled along the forest floor, covering the green with a thick misty haze. My heart beated out of my chest, loud enough to hear. I was running. No. I was sprinting. But from what? It doesn't matter. All I know is that it was something horrid, something so horrible it must've crept its way out of the darkest depths of hell. "Ughhh..." I groaned in both pain as something had struck me in the face and knocked me straight on my ass. "Brandon." I paused. This thing knew my name..."Kill the girl..." It hissed. Suddenly, infront of me stood a beautiful redhead that was tied up. I looked down to find a gun within my fingers. I spit the creature's feet in discust. I didn't know this girl or why I was supposed to kill her, but it was an order I simply couldn't live up to. It grabbed me with its tentacle like arms and began to crush me. I tossed and turned and cussed, trying to escape this creature's bone-crushing grip. "No, never...NEVER!"

A hot, sticky palm collided with my face. "Kid. Hey kid." Finally, a familiar face with a familiar place. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over to see Pablo looking down at me."Some typa dream, huh?"He teased. I looked over at the analog clock hung above the white glossy marble fireplace. 5 :42AM . I might as well stay awake. I let out a deep sigh of relief, remembering that terrifying dream. It left me with so many unanswered questions, like who this girl was, what that thing was, and why it was so important that she'd be dead. "Buenos dias, senor. Now, get up, we have much to do today." Pablo acted like a stereotypical father that woke up his kid on a TV show.

Being obident, I hopped up out of my king sized and made my way to the bathroom. The massive mirror only made the bathroom look bigger. The bathroom was the same size of the average bedroom, with epic windows overlooking the city, a foot tub, and double sinks. I told a quick hot shower, allowing the heat to prepare me for whatever came my way. I met up with Pablo in the garage. "So, we have much to do...?" I asked, waiting for him to explain. "Those--" He stopped talking as he climbed into his silver Mercedes Benz SUV. "Those leprechauns- they've crossed the line. Took over a dozen of my men, in one damn night." Anger radiated from his words, making the ride to our unknown destination very uncomfortable. "OK, so how are we gonna get retaliation?" The sun light danced on the dashboard as we drove under a couple of fire escapes. He sighed. " Normally, this would never be an option." Maybe this is connected to my dream... I thought. "We're gonna kidnapp and kill his daughter." I stopped breathing for a moment and wave of surprise hit me. I only lucid dreams when I went to sleep high. But, proud to say, I've been sober for over 2 weeks (not that long, but it's a record for me).

Kill the girl. The blood curdling voice spoke once more, but only this time, it didn't speak in my dream. I suddenly became even more uncomfortable, constantly shifting around. I was hpt and cold at the same time. Questions bounced from wall to wall in my skull. "Why would you do that? Are you sure this gang can take another hit like yesterday's?" I tried to sound as calm as possible, despite the anger boiling in my blood. "He made this decision, not me kiddo," Pablo replied, chill as ever. He was talking about taking and killing the King Leprechaun's daughter, and he's over there nonchalantly smoking a cigarette ? What the fuck is wrong with this man.

What have I gotten myself into?... Out of fear that Pablo might kill me, I just played along with his idea. I swallowed hard and bit down on my lip. "This girl- what does she look like?" I wanted to know who she was so that I could warn her. I mean, yeah, Pablo would slit my throat without a second thought, but something about this mission just didn't feel right. "She's got a smoking body, I'll admit. She's a redhead with freckles- typical Irish gal. Name's Adara. Sweet as a pie, smart like a professor." This worried me. Pablo doesn' t start anyone's description with their body type unless he's sexually attrackee to them. Even if I was to capture the girl, what exactly would he do to her?