Can You Mercy In Mk1 Novels & Stories

Not when I just got him back. Please…I just got him back… Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the line clicks, and Marcel’s voice fills the car, “What is it?” “Marcel,” I choke out, my voice breaking. “It’s Mercy. Levi’s been shot.”

"Carlisle, you're just as dumb as Nicole. How could that robot be the Dodge Tomahawk? It's nowhere as good as the Dodge Tomahawk. Didn't you see the data displayed on the big screen when she launched attacks just now? It wasn't even half of that of the Dodge Tomahawk," Merry said. At this point, she could not hide the disdain on her face. Carl glanced at her, his blue eyes lacking emotion as if he were looking at a strange living thing.

A mercenary with a machine gun leaned out, aiming at Jackson's windshield. "Brake check!" Luke shouted. Jackson slammed the brakes. The car dropped back just as bullets shattered the asphalt where they had been a second ago. "My turn," Jackson pressed a red button on his dashboard. It wasn't a missile. It was a high-intensity blinding strobe light mounted on the hood. FLASH. The mercenary was blinded instantly. He lost his balance as the truck swerved, falling out of the open door and tumbling onto the road. "Amateurs," Jackson scoffed, shifting up.

I hurt my mate. And I hated that. When I finally reached the truck, I was past chest-pain and officially feeling like shit. Opening the door, I slid into the passenger seat… and then decided to slide over further, stopping in the middle seat before turning so I could look at him better. Merrick’s eyes were still in their bear form, his fingers still claws on the steering wheel too. His attention was on the forest, his jaw clenched tight. He’d put on some basketball shorts when he got in the car, but that was all he wore. His body was bruised, the bite in his stomach still weeping.

Time is all we got and I aim to kill, not stopping to take in the damage all around us. Killer manages to get close enough to the truck that has fucked our gate and starts shooting. He must get the driver 'cause the truck goes off and some of the men start running but I and some of the others just take them down like rats. No longer than it takes the last enemy to hit the ground do I take to rush into the house. Beauty and Venus are holding a bloodied cloth on Mercy's torso, while the other women around us help all the other injured. “Let's move, we need to get her to the hospital.” Venus screams and I rush to them and lift Mercy up as she screams.

I let Marcy lead the way so I could find her car. “How was Florida?” Marcy said. “And your stepmother, is she a total bitch, or sometimes she plays the nice card game with you?” She tried to bring up a conversation. “I can see your car. Over there, yeah?” I asked as soon as I spotted the baby blue Mercedes. “Yup!” Marcy said. She twirled at once. Smoothly, she spun on her heels. Her balance didn't wobble for a second. “Miguel think fast. Catch!” Marcy said and threw her key at him.

MIRA The iron gates of our estate swing open and the headlights sweep across the circular driveway, illuminating the fountain at its center. I'm already exhausted, my body heavy with worry and the weight of early pregnancy, when Jackson suddenly hits the brakes. "What the hell," he mutters. I look up and my breath catches. Parked right in front of the main entrance, gleaming white under the porch lights, is Nora's Mercedes. The vanity plate NORA1 stares back at me like a taunt.

It's she as well - Merinda said through my left ear. The beast is the size of my puppet but I do wonder why I have to kill it even though you can use it for the tournament. "Don't worry Wilson, we only want you to make it unconscious yet still active to recover her for the game" Merinda said and I believe she glimpse my reaction. I am calm to claim my parasympathetic for the training. I'm back in the game. The monster has the skin of a snowflake and the eyes of the ocean flowing through the storm.

"Fighting tiger?? That's lame dude. The Merc sounds dope to me. The whole Organization calls you the Merc." "Fine! Fine! The Merc it is then." Abel shrugged. The elevator stopped moving, the door opened, both Abel and Jenny stepping out. "Woww!" Abel exclaimed, impressed by the structure of the base. The infrastructure was near futuristic. Drones flying around, large screens displaying several footages gathered from the very own satellite of Horizon Zero. At both sides, were 6th generation computers, with trained personnels operating it. After were high tech weapons placed and cleaned on a large table near the edge.

Mercy cackles, deriving pleasure from the attention men give them. “Hey, ladies!” A man lowers his speed and rolls down his window to speak to them while riding beside us. He's on dark sunnies and looks to be the same age as Dima. I recline back in the seat, watching as Mae sashay her hips to lure the man more. The man smiles, loving what he sees. He has a look that says, ‘I want to devour what’s buried between those legs’ and his smile gives him off. “Hey!” Mercy blurts as she lowers the music to talk to the dude. “Have something for us!?” She asks, cackling which triggers the dude to give a laugh.