The Soldier Next Door

We have just left the house in search of the other one. The weather has not been playing in our favor, and it seems that it is only going to get worse. Time is definitely not on our side anymore, as I have no idea what this fucking asshole’s intention is with Ana.

My mind has raced to every possibility that I can come up with, and believe me, that the one is just as terrifying as the other. I am scaring myself shitless into oblivion with each ticking second. With each moment that passes, I feel that we are running out of time, but then I give myself the comfort that it is me that he is after and that he shall not harm Ana.

While these images are playing over in a loop in my head, the boys are regrouping themselves. With the calm of the moment, we let our guard down for a fraction of a minute too long. And this is one thing you do not fucking do as a Marine!

We have moved about, I would say, not even half a mile into our direction, and there is the distinctive sound of a gun that begins cocked right behind me.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

The boys have all now gone nervous, and I am fucking shit scared to turn around and see whom I am faced with. But all I do is wait for the person to make himself known. Let us just hope he does not blow my head off before I can even say a word.

To say that the hunt for Ana has not become a complete circus, well, that would be a lie. Now I am glad the girl is not here to listen to me saying it. But. Fuck. I wish the woman were here now.

Though we need to focus on whom, well, I am hoping is only one person that has his gun firmly pointed at our backs. We checked this goddamn house from back to front, and there was not a single soul. Do you want to tell me that someone was lurking in the shadows all the time?

Ya, Ethan, how can you be so fucking careless.

And next is what we expected, “Drop your weapons and move. If you breathe as much as one too many breaths, I will fucking kill you.”

Now there is the incredible urge to turn around and see who this brave soul is and if he is alone as well, but I value this face and all those body parts that are going to give my wife pleasure the moment I goddamn find her.

Ya, I am thinking of sex while I am being taken captive.

My heart is beating and pumping the adrenaline at a steady pace. A steady pace a fraction too fast. But it is that faction that has me on the edge of my toes. And that is where I should be. Alert and pumped up. This is what Marine training leads us up to

I have never anticipated for this to go so wrong. I should not stand and worry over failure, for failure is only but a distraction. A distraction that will get you killed today.

How the fuck could I have been so reckless.

Ethan Hunter might get caught with his pants down, but I do not get caught in this way. I am leaning towards Matthews; he is the only one that would have given up our location. But why is he then being forced to our future fate? Perhaps their own distraction. Well, I hope that this is going to take us to Ana.

At this stage, there is a slight mood of terror that is creeping upon us, for I had a quick glance at the men that are holding us at gunpoint, and ya, they are wearing masks and some large intimidating pump action guns.

The weather has not played much as a friend to us, so we find a great deal of mud. Mud is not what you want. Not what you want when you run. You cannot slip; that one second too long that you stand on the floor might be that one second that you do not have. It will be that one minute that you will have a gun pointed at your temple. Now, if you are lucky, they will let you get up, but my guess is that they will rather trample you into the ground.

So plain to say…we are fucked.

We have been trained for any situation, but this one, well, this has gone up to a completely new terrifying level. So being foolish and rather daring, let us call that the stupid man that I am; I am looking at Gibbs and Williams that are standing on my left. With eyes that say it all, I give them the instruction that if the opportunity presents itself, that they each need to take out one behind them.

So I can safely say that we are being taken deeper into the woods, which, as per Matthews’s coordinates, would have brought us to the other house. For a brief moment, I see the light between all this fucked up mess.

There is no word been said since we have been captured, so there is no way in saying who it truly is behind us. I have a fairly good idea of whom all the men are that is involved in this asshole’s fucking scheme, and that first voice was definitely not one of them.

Then after a long walk dragging our feet through the mud, we are finally told to come to a stop where we are being blindfolded. As we start to make our approach again, from what I can hear, it is only, but chaos as the voices speak over each other. At this stage, it is all just a big mumble at a pitch too high to understand.

But what soon becomes apparent is that we have, in fact, gotten to somewhere, whether it is the house, that I do not know. We are standing in the middle of the woods, this I still know for the mud and shit is everywhere. We are still very much blindfolded and have now I idea who has taken us by force.

But as we approach the group of men closer and closer, the voices seem to fade on down. Well, I can say at this very moment, our capturers do not wish for us to know who they are.

Next, I can hear what sounds like steel chairs being stacked together; we are about to be tied up, if we shall be tortured, that I do not have any answer as well.

With that, they lead us each to a chair and tie us to it very firmly, perhaps once inch too firm for your hand to move comfortably around. Yet, lesson one of being captured…

Shut your fucking mouth.

And that is what we do as our capturers are yet to make themselves known. They have taken their conversation far off in the distance from where their words sound only but a mumble.

As I sit tied up at this godforsaken chair, the only thing that is running through my mind is that I hope that Ana is okay. We have lost precious time, though I am not sure if this is where she is also supposed to be.

We played it by the book. No falter. No, fail. How could we have gotten ourselves caught? Did we let our guard down and ease our body and mind? Did we become sloppy and open to danger? Was my obsession to find my wife a distraction and cost us that weak link?

We made three mistakes here today…one, we became at ease…two, we turned lowered out weapons the moment we saw the house as empty, and three, we turned our back on the enemy.

Ya, today, we pay the price of losing control of the situation.

But then, in one…two…three, I hear the man approach us. Why do I say a man? His footsteps are heavy in the mud, and they are more like strides instead of the small scuffles of a woman. I can hear how the rain is beating down on a raincoat. However, one thing I do sense is that this man does not hold confidence. By the way, he is breathing; one can safely say that he is just as terrified as the rest of these men sitting next to me.

Well, for me, terror has left my body. All that consumes my being is finding Ana.

So, while guns are being pointed against the back of our heads, our blindfolds are being loosened. In front of me is the view of a man that I have grown to hate a long time ago.

Not even giving a fuck what the consequences shall be, I speak out of my turn. “Ah, MacKey, now tell me to what do I owe this fucking pleasure?