I came back to my senses. This is probably Mercy's doing. Once she realized that I had given her false intel on where Dean was, she started tracking me. As if I dont have enough to worry about with the cops. Mercy has been on my trail since she tried to kill Dean. That day, I did know where Dean was. He was at the safehouse, in Hot Springs, North Carolina. He had brought Lui and Jon there when Archive came. I havent heard from Jon in years, and I havent heard from Lui or Dean, either. Last I heard, Lui was with Dean, and was getting some more training. Dean always takes care of him. But Mercy, her I havent heard from or seen since that day. But if this IS Mercy, Im so screwed. She wants me for some reason. I dont know if its because she likes me or what, but, the thing is, I like her, too. She's beautiful. And when I first met her in that dank room seven years ago, I fell in love with her. So, I dont know what to do. But I do know one thing. And that is that I have to focus on Kyle and I getting out of here now. So I come back to the present and catch up with Kyle in his truck.

Five minutes later, we pull up to the old garage where we used to hang out. Apparently, Kyle has been renovating it. So when we walk inside, Im shocked to see that the rusty interior is now clean and new, and really cool. We grab all the gear from the bed of the pick-up and dump it on the couch in the corner. Then I fall onto the couch as well. Im exhausted. And within 30 seconds, Im asleep.

I wake up to a loud knocking on the garage door. No, its not knocking. Its pounding. Someone really wants to get in. So I look around for Kyle. He's passed out in the chair across from me. I sigh, and I groggily get up and stumble over to the door. Yawning, I slowly open it, my eyes still half closed. "Yeah? Whatcha want?" I say, my eyes squinting in the bright light. It must be late morning. I can sort of make out a small figure standing in the doorway. I rub my eyes, and blink a few times. The blurry picture slowly comes into focus. I see a black skull mask.........blonde hair............oh shit. "Mercy?!" I shout, surprised. "Spenser! Its so good to see you again! I missed you!" She wraps her arms around me. I embrace her in a hug, and lean my head on hers. I missed her, too, but I cant figure out why she's here, or how she found me. But I wont think about that right now. At the moment, Im just thinking about how Mercy is in my arms and loving me. I lift her mask, revealing her perfect face, and pull her into a deep kiss. She sighs, and hooks her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I close my eyes and enjoy this moment of rare satisfaction. "Hey. Spenser. Got something you want to tell me?" Kyle says out of nowhere. Mercy and I both jump, obviously startled by his sudden presence. Kyle looks a little pissed, and his arms are crossed, his face sporting a look that presents anger from him. "Kyle th...this is.......Mercy. I met her seven years ago when I was caught by Archive. She came and.....its not important. But she is here now, and ...................I...........I............." I stutter, trying to find words for what I want to say. Kyle seems impatient. "Well, Spens? Spit it out!" he says. I pull Mercy close. "Fine. You want to know what's going on? I love Mercy, and Im pretty sure she loves me, too. So now, if she's going to be hanging around for a while, you'll have to deal with it." Mercy throws her mask on the chair, and puts her arms around me. Kyle looks a bit taken aback, and then he smiles. "Dude. You finally got yourself a girlfriend. Congrats." he says with a smirk. I smile, and Mercy and I resume our kiss. Our perfect kiss. And...........it feels good. It feels...perfect.

Its been three days since Mercy showed up. She still refuses to tell me her real name, but I dont care. She loves me, and I love her, and thats all that matters. Kyle feels that its been too quiet lately. But Im not complaining. If nothing is going on, thats okay with me. I wake up at 4:30, and get out of bed while trying not to wake Mercy. I get changed into my favorite black cargo pants, my light gray tee shirt, and my favorite red hoodie. I lace up my black sneakers, and go downstairs and pour myself a cup of coffee. Kyle is still conked out in his room, and I hear Mercy get up and get in the shower. I grab a bagel from the fridge and toss it in the toaster. Then a hard knock on the door interrupts my breakfast. I grab my coffee and head to answer the door. Just as I reach for the doorknob, the door is kicked down. I stumble back, and remain shocked as six big guys each carrying a big gun invade the garage. I recognize the tattoos that they all have on their arms. Archive. I dont know how they found me. Maybe...was it them who blew up my house, not Mercy? That makes much more sense. It couldnt have been Mercy, because if she came to me in love with me, why would she try an attempt on my life? No, its been Archive screwing me over since that day that they captured me seven years ago. They blew up my house, and now they tracked me to the garage. Ive put both Kyle and Mercy at risk. So I do what I know best; fighting. I grab a metal axel rod off of the wall, and I make a connection with the first two guys' heads. But when I go to turn around to hit the third, I see Mercy running down the stairs, already dressed and ready to get involved in the fight. I start to yell to her to stay back. "Mercy! These guys are Archi-", but I never finish my sentence, because Im interrupted by the third guy I was going to take out. He puts his big beefy hand on my shoulder, and spins me around to face him. This guy is easily six foot five, if not more, and his face is just written with hate. He looks into my eyes, smiling a crooked, toothy grin. Then I gasp for breath as he plunges a hunting knife straight into my stomach. My world sort of slows down for a second. As I fall to the floor, I see Mercy scream. I can just barely make out her words to be my name. "SPENSER!!!!!" I hit the cold hard concrete, and beefy man kneels over me. He plunges the knife into my stomach again. My blood is pooling around me and splattered all over the man's face. I can taste it in my mouth as he brings the knife down again. I feel it drip from my lips. I think, "Why hasnt Mercy gotten over here yet? She was just on the staircase. She must have tried to intervene." I slowly struggle to bring my head up, and I see Mercy kicking and fighting against the iron hold that another man has her pinned under. He pulls out a knife, and I flip out. I pull the beefy man's gun from its holster on his hip, and shoot the man pinning Mercy straight through the head. The the man pinning me plunges the knife in my chest for the fourth time. The gun falls from my hand, and the beefy man grabs it and pushes it right up against my shoulder. "This'll teach you to fight back against us, you little shit. That was my brother. And now you gonna pay." he says, and he pulls the trigger. I scream as the bullet rips through my shoulder, bringing more blood with it. I start to fade, and I hear three gunshots, and then suddenly the beefy man is off of me. I manage to turn my head, and I see him lying there on the floor, two bullet holes in his head. The man who was holding down Mercy matches that of the man who held down me, their blood spread out across the floor. Mercy is then suddenly there, holding my head, kissing me, hugging me, loving me. I bring my blood-soaked hand up to her face. I run my fingers down her cheek, leaving a dark red streak. "Babe, you took those guys out. I owe you one." I say weakly. She laughs very slightly, and then kisses me, her lips coming away half red from the blood spilling from my mouth. I smile, and glance down at the massive pool of blood I am now laying in. I try to sit up in Mercy's arms, but blood spurts out of the four knife wounds like a fountain. I cough, blood spraying from my mouth. I look into Mercy's eyes. I can see her fear. "Mercy, dont worry. Ill be fine. Really. Look." I then scramble onto my knees, clutching my stomach with my hand. I can feel the warmth of my blood spreading over my chest like a wave. Im hurt really bad. But I cant leave Mercy alone. I manage to stand, leaning against the wall for support. At that moment, Kyle comes down from his room. He takes one look at the scene in the midst of the living room, and then he looks at me, and his eyes widen. "S-Spens! Your'e bleeding!" I give him the best sarcastic look I can at the moment. "N...n.no sh-shit, Sherlock. But dont worry about me. We gotta get Mercy out of here before more......of those.......Archive guys..........................................." I trail off, as I slide down the wall, leaving a long, red, bloody smear. My wound is getting worse. I cant even contain the bleeding by putting pressure on it any more. My blood seeps through my fingers and drips down my hand. I can feel it dribbling out of my mouth, and my entire torso is wet from being soaked with blood. My vision turns blurry. I can just barely make out Mercy and Kyle, each on either side of me, and then I hear, "Spenser Carnage, dont you dare fucking die on me. Dont you fucking dare. Dont you ever think about leaving me. I love you. You cant leave me.....I love you..." I hear Mercy start to cry, and I bring my not so bloody hand up and I caress her cheek. A teardrop falls on my chest, and as Mercy and I embrace in a kiss, my world goes black.