The Mercies Novels & Stories

Trinity said with a satisfied smirk, and then she turned serious, pinching her arm suddenly. “Ouch Trinity” She whined with a pout. Trinity gave a friendly glare. “Never leave me on read” She scolded, shoving the powder case back into her purse. She nodded, flashed an apology smile. Speaking of apology she really needed to do that with Hardin. “I messed things up yesterday with Hardin” “I know. It’s my fault sending him over, I’m sorry” “I understand” No she didn’t, it was totally all Trinity’s fault even though not entirely. It was just much fun putting all the blame on Trinity.

Mercy Mercy was glad to see Isabella. She was so kind and refreshing. She’d brought Mercy some clean clothes and made sure she was able to take a shower without any help. She’d also brought her a snack, which was great, even though Cleo had brought her a full breakfast. Mercy felt like her stomach was turning inside out, she was so hungry. Now, she was sitting on the bed, feeling comfy in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. They smelled like flowers and fresh cotton and made her skin feel all soft and snuggly. There was something going on with her hair, though, and it was bothering her almost as much as the fact that she couldn’t remember anything. The urge to flip her hair back over her sho

Mercy, mercy the heavens They scream They shout Why you don't have hands Just mouth Work on this land Mercy is never heard Aloud From anywhere around From nowhere, it surrounds Earth You know it You disable An able man Fit for work You disable him So much He cannot even work Mercy, Mercy the God God is great You told us many days But problems on Earth Didn't end Didn't end tyranny Seen, unseen Heard, unheard What is human worth? Hey Church What is human worth?

Recognition, again, like the two of us were discovering a shared language without the words for it. “You can’t promise that,” she whispered. “I can promise me,” I said. “That’s all anyone can do.” Mercy appeared behind us, as if she’d stepped out of the air itself. She carried a small pouch at her hip, herbs and needles and other quiet weapons. “Stop,” she said. We stopped. Mercy crouched and pressed her palm to the ground, eyes half-lidded. The gesture looked like prayer until you watched her fingers, the way they traced patterns too deliberate to be reverent.

“Yeah. Me too. One joy is that I’m able to kill myself, and I can stay so until some fool thinks it best not to forgive. And you know these beings are bound by one blood. Different types they may be, but one being made them. Me, see as powerful as I am, yet, I follow the rules. You should too, Susan. Learn to control yourself. Learn to subject your rage, and lust, and your powers would truly serve you. We, after all, are servants to different beings. Mine, I’m certain she may soon be seeking me. I know her call, and she would call when she senses I’ve been gone for long.” Susan nodded. “It is an honour to be in the presence of a master. Truly, I am humbled.” Mercy smiled. “Wait, till you see

Flashback on a day before we captured a wrong girl thinking that she was Diana, we was outside in the thunderstorm, shivering under a dripping tarp, and she wasn’t there just me and my second we suffered that outside of no where just because we wanted to capture Diana for her . Rain soaked through my coat by dawn, and my teeth were chattering when I finally crawled back inside. But Mercy didn’t care. She only cared about Diana, her twisted vendetta, her need to control everything…even the loyalty of those she crushed beneath her stilettos. I wiped mud from my boots and checked my car’s tires….anything to distract myself from that everything that have happened , wicked smile she’d worn when s

No mercy. This time, Enise would be hers