Mercury
Koron and Mercury were about to move themselves down the pulsating corridors, before a sleek and smooth gilding sound emanated from the room the two had just exited. Peeking his head around the corner of the rivet, the blonde guard analysed the changes in the room, and it appeared that the left of the room had opened, leading into a small metal box; an elevator was the best guess Mercury could think of. “Hey, Koron, in here.”
Koron, followed Mercury back into the humming computer room, turning and gazing upon the metal cage that had revealed itself. It certainly seemed like an elevator, but there was no way of being sure. “What the hell was that back there? “ Koron had finally spoken, breaking the awkward silence between the two.
“You seriously expect me to just answer that question? If I told you the truth, what would happen next? I’ve a gun, and you’ve not, ergo: we’d have a fatality on our hands.”
“And we wouldn’t have earlier?”
“Hm. Well, now, that you mention it...” Mercury paused, snatching his secondary pistol from his belt and cocking it, then handing it to Koron. “Look, I’m going to make this easy for you. Kill me and save your precious group, or let me live and continue to endanger all of your lives. Simple decision huh? No-brainer? Come on, pull the trigger already!”
“No.”
Mercury smiled on the inside, he knew Koron could not kill him like this; he knew that the man had suffered too many losses already, and although his treacherous ally could be a liability to the whole team, his compassion made it impossible to just shoot Mercury like that. Like a dog. “Exactly.”
Koron sighed deeply, loading the gun into his own belt now. “I won’t lower myself to your level, Mercury. You’re childish and reckless; you haven’t experienced enough to realise violence and destruction are not the only ways to solve conflict and obstacles.”
“Whatever.” Mercury retorted, bitterly, refusing to be spoken in such a manner. His pride was much too inflated to be let down by Koron’s lectures (despite the fact the man had spoken the straight truth on most of the times).
Suddenly, a screeching scream echoed from the floors below the two men, startling them both. “That’s Zephyr! Let’s go, they’re in trouble!” Koron spoke quickly, anticipation coating his words.
“Let’s not waste any time then, Mercury huffed, pushing his on-off ally into the elevator, before rapidly examining the buttons lining the side of the box. A large ‘G’ caught Mercury’s eye; undoubtedly representing the word ‘ground’. “It’s gotta be the ground floor. It’s our best shot.”
“I agree,” Koron nodded.
The elevator shot down at an alarming speed, and both occupants grasped the side rails of the otherwise stark steel box. In a second or so the elevator had stopped, wrenching the two up and down, causing Koron’s jaw to bash onto the solid metal bar he had clung to for, ironically, protection.
The doors slid open, and a sight of chaos had greeted them; a large tear in the steel wall that Mercury had discovered earlier had opened up, inside it laid Cancer, unconscious again; Zephyr had begun to recoil in fear as a group of Borg had started advance towards the three; Logan could not move, he seemed... genuinely afraid. As Mercury gazed downwards, Leah was biting her fingers in intensity, but as she noticed Koron, she released a gurgle of delight.
“Yeah, hey there kid,” said Mercury, quietly, before turning to the occupants in the portal to the darkness beyond. “Get out of there!” He yelled, standing aside for Koron to take a few shots to suppress the oncoming Borg. Zephyr turned, and Mercury wasted no time in snatching her from the void and hauling her over into the elevator shaft.
“You bastard!”
Koron was taking his time moving the now unconscious Cancer and Logan. Mercury was struggling to handle Zephyr; she was trying to squirm away from him, being as stubborn as she was. “Stop squirming,” he hissed trying to get the young woman to calm down. She stopped.
As Mercury let go of her hands in compliance with her obedience, she instantly began to yell and thump at his chest in emotional torture, finally allowing all the build up to well over.
This is my chance to make these fools think I’m on their side.
As if vindictiveness had taken over him, he hugged Zephyr tightly, as if in an embrace, one that merely camouflaged him as a member of the team; they still couldn’t stop themselves from trusting him could they? It was pathetic. This thought brought a demonic smile to Mercury’s face, his eyes narrowing devilishly, and his lips curving into a line of deceit and trickery.
His face snapped back to its original uncaring look as the other four entered the elevator, releasing Zephyr as he did so. Still faking a friendly demeanour towards all in the group, Mercury apologised with his eyes to the father, knowing some form of damage would follow, and it did. The soldier took the blow with unnatural tolerance, merely laughing it off.
“I deserved that.”
