Title: Day In The Life Of A Mercenary (Reboot Version)
Premise/Rough Summary: A mercenary with a mysterious past who is willing to do any job as long as the price is right.
Extra Info: World would be a mish-mash of genre-appropriate works/anything else that I think would be interesting to see.
MC Appearance: Young Slade Wilson
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Chapter Title: Another Day
[New York City, New York, USA, 1992]
New York City, the city that never sleeps.
A sprawling metropolis of multi-story buildings and skyscrapers, the Big Apple stands as a shining testament to opulence, beauty, and the influence of capitalism. However, beneath its captivating skyline and vibrant nightlife lies a concealed underbelly, which on occasion seeps into the open.
For those residing in the light, the people who dedicate themselves to life's darker and more violent pursuits, are considered outliers of the human race. They willingly forsake the inherent goodness within their hearts, immersing themselves in darkness. Society views them as aberrations, aberrations that must be stopped to prevent the spread of their destructive influence.
On the other hand, those dwelling in the darkness perceive those residing in the light as ignorant individuals. They believe that the light-dwellers choose to live in blissful ignorance, detached from the world's cruelty and misery. Such individuals view acts of selflessness, particularly those performed without personal gain, as feeble and naïve, akin to sheep being led to the slaughter.
Yet, both of these views are wrong.
The world is not one comprised of the light and the dark with each seeping into the other. Instead, it exists in shades of grey.
Just different shades of grey.
The shade depends on the person.
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RUMBLE
"Fuck." said a man in a fancy suit and trench coat as he heard the rumbling of thunder and felt the pitter-patter of rain on his face.
Using his arms as a makeshift cover from the sudden downpour of rain, the man began to run down the street, not caring if he bumped into anyone.
"Move!" said the man as he pushed aside a couple of homeless people who were blocking his path before he continued to run through the rain, eventually making it to his hotel.
"Good even-" said the door attendant as he held the door open.
"Whatever." said the man brushing past the man, without so much as looking at him.
"Fucking rain." mumbled the man in Italian as he made his way to the elevator, leaving a trail of water in his wake. Entering the elevator, he pressed the button to his floor, the penthouse.
DING
"Piece of shit elevator." said the man as he entered the penthouse, kicking off his shoes and starting to undress all while making his way through the opulent penthouse.
White marble flooring with dark-grey cement walls, on which were hung various paintings that would make any art aficionado swoon. A giant crystal chandelier hung above a black grand piano, a stark contrast to the snow-white rug it rested on. And the piece de resistance, a view of the NYC skyline.
The man, however, was not enraptured by the opulence but rather was angrily undressing while making his way to his bathroom. Throwing his clothes on the ground, the man hopped into the shower. Afterward, he exited and began a very long and complicated skincare routine that ended with him staring into the mirror for a few minutes.
Exiting his bathroom completely naked, the man made his way to his living room before stopping in front of the windows, to look at the skyline.
But the man was not looking out into the city, but rather down at the people. Like a god atop Mt. Olympus.
"Ants beneath my feet." he said with a sneer before snapping his fingers.
"Yes, master." said a female voice.
No, it would be more appropriate to say a girl's voice. Because the person who appeared behind him was female, but she was a female of no more than 12. Clad in nothing but lewd maid wear.
"Wine." he said, unfazed at the appearance of the child servant.
"Yes, master." said the girl as she quickly went to serve him wine before returning with a full glass.
CRASH
"I-I-I'm s-sorry! I'll clean it up!" said the girl with tears in her eyes and fear on her face as she shakily took out a rag and started to clean up.
"Idiot! You spilled my wine!" he yelled before kicking the girl.
"Ahh!" yelled the girl from the hit.
"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" he yelled repeatedly as he continued to kick the girl until he finally stopped. What was once a girl, was now a mutilated and crushed remnant of a girl in a pool of blood and matter.
"Fuck! Now there's blood everywhere! You idiot!" he yelled, kicking the body one final time before going over to the landline.
"Yeah, it's me. She's dead. The dumb bitch spilled my wine. Send another one and someone to clean this shit up before it smells. Now." he said before hanging up the phone.
"Fuck, I need to shower again. Idiot." he said as he went back to shower again.
DING
"I'm in the shower! Clean the shit up!" yelled the man after hearing the elevator ding.
Done with his second shower, the man put on a bathrobe and went into the living room. There he saw two men cleaning the floor with industrial solvents and a trash bag next to them.
"Clean that shit up right. I don't want it to stain or smell." he said as he went to pour himself some wine.
"Where's the new one?" he asked the two men.
"She's coming soon, boss. New shipment." said one of the men.
"Good, I love breaking in the new goods." he said with a sinister smile as he went to sit down on the couch and watch TV.
A half-hour later, the two men were done cleaning and took the "trash" with them before leaving.
DING
"Finally! What took you so long?!" yelled the man only to hear no response.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" said the man turning around from the couch only to end up staring right down the barrel of a gun.
"What the fuck?! Who are you?!" asked the man, with not an ounce of fear on his face.
The man holding the gun said nothing, he just slightly moved to the side allowing the man to see the two men that previously left were dead and stopping the elevator doors from closing.
"Do you know who I am?! Do you know who you're fucking with right now?!" he yelled.
"..." said the man as he flicked his gun, signaling to the man to get up.
"Fuck you! I'm no-"
BAM
"Fuck!" yelled the man as he held onto his freshly pistol-whipped and broken nose.
"..." said the man as he flicked his gun again, but this time the man listened and stood up, all while holding his bleeding nose.
"What the fuck do you want?" said the man.
"..." said the man as he pointed toward the window.
"Fuck you. I ain't getting near the window. I'm not a dumbass." said the man.
BANG
"Fuck! You fucking piece of shit! Fuck!" yelled the man, now on the ground holding his freshly shot leg.
"Move." said the gun-wielding man, finally speaking.
"How the fuck do you expect me to move now?! Huh?! You fucking retard!"
"Move, or I shoot the other one."
"Fuck!" said the man as he shakily stood up and limped his way to the window, leaving a blood trail behind him.
"L-let me ask you something. Who the fuck are you, and why are you doing this?" he asked as he leaned against the glass.
"Becky." said the man.
"What? Who the fuck is Becky?"
"Becky is ... was my little sister. And you r***d and killed her. You chopped her up into little pieces and dumped her in the river." he said with a dead look in his eyes as if the fire of his life was extinguished.
"That's it? That's why you're doing all this? You're doing all this over some dead bitch?! Haha. Hahaha!"
"Shut the fuck up!" said the man, pistol-whipping the man across the face.
"Ptooey. Oh, that jogged my memory." he said after spitting out a tooth leaving him with a bloody smile.
"Shut up." said the man holding the gun, with his hand now shaking.
"I remember her. Sweet piece of ass."
"Shut up!"
"She screamed the first time. And all the times after that."
"Shut up!"
"Then she liked it. She liked it so much, she wanted more than just one." he said, his sinister smile appearing even more so with his blood-stained teeth.
"You motherfucker!" said the man with anger and tears streaming down his face as he was about to pull the trigger.
BANG
"Wha-" said the man holding the gun as he looked down to see a bullet hole in his chest. Looking back at where the sound of the gunshot came from he saw a tall and well-built blonde-haired man smoking a cigarette and holding a smoking gun.
"Who the fuck are you?!" yelled the Italian.
"Just a man doing business." he said as he walked up to the now bleeding avenger who flopped onto the couch and was trying to overcome the pain to finish what he started.
"W-why?" asked the avenger, who had tears in his eyes at the thought of not being able to avenge his sister.
"Like I said. Just business. Someone wants that shit stain, and they hired me to do that. I can't let you take my payday." he said as he took a drag from his cigarette.
"Fuck you! You're both dead!" said the Italian as he started limping away, but before he could get far, the smoking man casually walked up beside him and tripped him.
"Slow down there, Limpy." said the man with a grin.
"Suck my dick." said the Italian as he started crawling away but seeing as he wasn't crawling that fast, the smoking man decided to let him crawl before putting his attention back on the man he shot.
"P-please. L-let me k-kill him. H-he k-killed my sister." plead the avenger.
"So? What's that got to do with me?" said the man as he pointed his gun at the avenger.
BANG
The last thing the man saw before he died was those cold, dead eyes.
"Sorry guy. I'm doing you a favor by killing you. Better a swift bullet than bleeding out or being tortured by the little prick's family." said the man as he looked at the avenger for a moment before walking over to the crawling Italian.
"I thought it was the Running of the Bulls, not the Crawling of the Italians." he said with a grin as he stood in the Italian's path.
"That's the Spanish, you dumbass!" said the Italian looking up at him with hate in his eyes.
"Too bad, I think a bunch of wops crawling on the ground is funnier." he said with a smile before hitting the Italian on the neck, knocking him out.
"Another easy job." said the man sounding almost disappointed.
As he was about to grab the man by his leg and drag him out, he saw something on the television that made him pause for a second.
"The Columbian Government is now offering a reward of $1.4 million for any information leading to the arrest of Pablo Escobar. A bounty of $6.2 million is also being offered for the notorious leader of the Medellin Cartel, dead or alive. This is Channel 5 News." said the female anchor.
"$6.2 million. Sounds like a nice little reward." said the man with a smile before he grabbed the unconscious man's leg and dragged him away with one hand as easily as if he were carrying a bag of trash.
Walking to the elevator, he saw the two bodies and the one he was dragging.
"Now I know why the elevator wasn't working when I called it." he said before grabbing the Italian by his hair and walking down the stairs.
Exiting out the back, the man dragged the Italian to a car before unlocking the trunk and stuffing him in.
Getting in through the driver's side, he turned on the car and started to drive.
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"Let me out!" said the Italian as he banged on the trunk.
"Shut up." said the man as he opened the trunk.
"Where are we?!" yelled the Italian.
"See for yourself." said the man as he backed up while taking out a cigarette, and lighting it.
Pushing himself up, the Italian laid his eyes on a large group of Chinese men.
"What the fuck is this? Chinese New Year?" said the Italian as he looked at the man who took him.
"So arrogant." said one of the Chinese men, clearly an important person if his expensive-looking suit and the way the other men stood behind him were any indications.
"Yeah, and so what?" he said.
"Bring him here." said the suited man before a few of the men went up to the trunk and brought the Italian out before throwing him down in front of the suit.
"Fuck! Do you know who I am?! I'll have you all fucking killed!"
SLAP
"Shut up." said the suit.
"Fuck you." said the Italian before the suit bent down and grabbed him by his hair, to look into his eyes.
"You are the second son and useless, bottom-feeding child of the Moretti Family. And you enjoy r*****g and killing little girls. Now, normally I wouldn't give a rat's ass about that, but you made the mistake of doing all that to my niece. My flesh and blood. So, I asked our friend here to retrieve you for me. And to do so without it leading back to me. Because I want to keep you alive for a long time and I don't want anyone to bother us." he said before letting him go.
"Take him away." said the suit before some of his men took the Italian away, all while he struggled and tried to get away.
"Thank you for taking care of this. I trust it was done discreetly?" said the suit before turning to the man who had been watching everything go down with a disinterested look on his face.
"There was a small hiccup, but I took care of it." he said.
"What kind of hiccup?"
"The avenging kind. Poor bastard wanted to take revenge for his sister. He's the one who shot him up."
"I'll make sure to inflict enough pain for the both of us." said the suit.
"I'm sure you will, Chen." he said as he threw his finished cigarette down on the ground, "Money."
"Here's your payment." said the suit, taking a stack of cash from his coat pocket and handing it to the man.
"Pleasure doing business with you." said the man as he put the money away without counting it.
"You're not going to count it?"
"No need. If it's not there, I'll just get it all."
"Mm. So I've heard." said the suit.
"Alright, if we're done here, I'd like to get a bite."
"I may have one more thing, but it shouldn't be anytime soon. Are you sticking around?"
"No. I have something to do in Colombia. You know how to get in touch." he said before entering his car and driving off.
"Who was that, boss?" asked one of the men.
"Slade Wilson." said the suit.
"The hitman?"
"Not a hitman, a mercenary. If they're willing to pay, he'll do the job."
"Any job?"
"Never heard of him turning one down." said the suit before walking off.