As the smoke cleared the room, he looked around at what he had done. Ten bullets, nine shots, nine people dead. As far as he knew, he was the only living thing in the room. He saw a fly coming buzzing in through the door. The constant sound of fluttering wings beating together at speeds that he would never be able to reach. It landed on one of the corpses. Its eyes and legs twitching, ever watching, ever vigilant.

As he backed out of the room, he heard something move. He twirled around and used his last shot; another victims head exploded. All it was to him was more crimson on the wall. It didn’t bother him though, it didn’t bother anybody in fact, it had been this way as long as anybody remembered.

The year was 3005, over 900 years earlier World War III occurred. During it nuclear warfare was put into use, forcing the human race to move underground. They survived peacefully for as long as they could; as long as it took for the radiation to become less potent.

It was the year 2500 when two corporations started to rebuild the civilization as they once knew it. 100 years after this began, they decided to reopen the world to people. When they returned, the companies made people choose one company or the other. You were property of the company once you bought one of their products. You were subjected to their rules, their law. Whoever you agreed with, it didn’t matter, because you were now an employee of the company. If you did anything for the company that you didn’t belong to, you were erased. Technically you never existed, and were shot.

In the past 50 years they had become more competitive. While they had always been trying to put the other out of business, they were now using force.
That is where he came in, the mercenary. He didn’t work for either side, he didn’t exist officially, but whenever they needed somebody to disappear, they would call him. He was the greatest in his field; nothing would stand in the way of his objective.

He approached the giant tower of the Com Corporation. It was the only thing that looked decent in the whole city, which had fallen to ruin because of the neglect of its employees. It was one hundred and two stories of power. As he moved closer to the building, he passed between giant marble pillars that lined the front of the silver building. He opened the large metallic doors and stepped in.

“Is Lee Scott here?” He asked the receptionist behind the golden desk from the door way. You could see her cheek bones, and she winced at the pain when she moved.

“Yes. May I ask who wants to see him?”

“Conner Bana.” One of many names he used.

“Oh yes. He will see you now.”

He walked up the stairs, which had marble steps and crystal railing. He looked out the giant window though, and saw the dark rotting city. He could see the ocean, and a large misshapen mound of copper floating just off shore. Nobody remembered what it was, but they all knew what it symbolized. They way things once were, destroyed, annihilated by hatred.

He reached the top of the stairs, in front of him stood a great hallway of red fabrics and gold lining. He reached the platinum door and swung it open.

With a cloud metallic scratching sound, the door hit the wall. There he sat. Lee Scott, CEO and owner of Com Corp. While he wasn’t fat, he was definitely well fed. With a slight glow in his eye, and at the same time a lifelessness in them that would make any man shudder just from them being set upon him.