Mercy

As I rode to the station, the darkening clouds mirrored my inner turmoil. My feelings were chaotic, a mix of bittersweet emotions - relief that Samson wasn't invincible, but frustration that he still escaped. I recalled Mrs. Deli's warning, and it dawned on me that it was only a matter of time before Samson took his sweet revenge.

The police station loomed ahead, a typical concrete building with a bustling atmosphere. But as I entered, I was met with an eerie silence. The receptionist, Mrs. Davis, sat alone, her eyes fixed on me with an unsettling intensity. I approached her, asking where everyone was, but she ignored my question and said, "Dear Danny, Sam sends his greetings." Her hand flashed out, gun in hand, and I barely dodged the bullet. My superhuman adrenaline kicked in, and I disarmed her by disassembling her gun. Reassembling the gun, I pointed it back at her.

"What's wrong with you, Mrs. Davis? How do you know Samson?" I demanded, but before I could continue, she clicked a button, releasing detained suspects from their cells. They rushed out, their demented appearances revealing they were under some kind of mind control. Outnumbered and conflicted, I decided to flee, ditching the red race car with punctured wheels.

As I ran, I called Chris, "I need help, I need..." But before I could finish, he cut me off, "I'm on my way, man. Mrs. Deli wants to talk to you." I spat out, "I'd rather die than talk to her." Chris scolded me, "You probably will if you don't hear what she has to say. She's the only one who knows how to evade Samson's agents."

When Mrs. Deli spoke, her voice was direct, "Daniel, only God can save you now. Go to the church..." But before she could finish, I heard their car get hit by a truck, and they fell into the waters below. I screamed, assuming the worst.

The call went dead, and I received another call from an unknown number. Picking up, I heard Samson's voice, now calling himself "Sam." I exclaimed, "What have you done to them, Sam? If anything happens to them, I'll make you pay!" He laughed coldly, "You should worry about surviving tonight first."

As I turned to face my pursuers, I realized Mrs. Deli's advice might be my only hope: "Go to the church..." Did she mean I should seek refuge in a church? But what good would that do unless... unless Samson's agents were demons! With that chilling thought, I faced the rabid detainees and Mrs. Davis, closing in on me. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to fight them all with my bare hands. The stormy clouds seemed to darken, mirroring my desperate situation. I was trapped, with no clear escape, and the agents of evil closing in.

I sprinted down the street, my feet pounding the pavement as I desperately sought a refuge from the demonic agents. The church steeple rose in the distance, a beacon of hope in the midst of chaos.

I dashed towards it, praying for a miracle. As I burst through the doors, I slammed them shut behind me, leaning against them to barricade myself inside. The agents pounded on the doors, their fists and feet thundering against the wood. I knew it was only a matter of time before they broke through.With a racing heart, I scanned the pews, searching for a place to hide.

The Parish priest of the church I entered, just observed me silently as I tried to close the door behind me, before it was too late.

The Parish priest, Father Gabriel, approached me, his eyes filled with concern. "What's going on, my son? What brings you here in such a state?"

I turned to explain, but before I could speak, the detainees pushed the door open, sending me tumbling to the ground.

Father Gabriel hid behind a nearby pew, his eyes wide with fear as I pulled out the gun, pointing it at the detainees as they closed in on me.

Just then, my phone rang again. Mrs. Davis, the leader of the demented detainees, urged me to answer it, her voice eerily calm.

"Answer it, Daniel. It's Sam."

I hesitated, but she stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. "Answer it, or we'll make sure the Father here suffers too."

I reluctantly answered the phone, and Sam's cynical voice echoed in my ear. "Hand your phone and gun to Mrs. Davis, Daniel. You're at my mercy now."

I hesitated, but Mrs. Davis confidently stretched out her arms ready to take them, and I knew I had no choice. I handed them over, feeling a sense of defeat wash over me.

Mrs. Davis spoke to Sam for a moment, then crushed my phone with her bare hands. The detainees began to file out of the church, but instead of leaving, Mrs. Davis began gunning them down one by one.

I watched in horror as they fell, blood spilling everywhere. When the last detainee fell, Mrs. Davis turned the gun on herself, pressing the trigger with a chilling calmness. She fell to the ground, leaving me shaken and Father Gabriel pale with shock.

The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. I now knew that I had really crossed the wrong guy but at this point there was no way I could back out.

My legs felt like lead, and my mind was reeling with the trauma of what I had just witnessed.