The Soldier Next Door

What defines fear? The feeling that grips your stomach, suffocates your lungs, and tears your heart will slow agony from your chest.

But what is fear when you see it on the faces of the men that you vow to protect? It is a pain that rips your flesh from your body to an agonizingly slow pace.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

This is something that you do not foresee. You are trained to always be on alert.

We have been forced to sit down on these cold steel chairs in front of what seems to be some of the most intimidating men that most of us have seen. What do I see them as? They are fools; they have no idea the error they have just brought onto themselves. But the question now remains what do they intend to do? It shall be their downfall even further than what it has become.

And I think that I have yet asked too soon. Now, you are taught that you also do not say a single word when you find yourself captive. But, god, I am even afraid to say that there is a bit of crazy in all these boys. Gibbs that has been through this before, knows that only one thing is going to happen. He was the very man that had to bear witness to this the last fateful time that this had happened to him and me.

They have not yet made their move that we are anticipating. From what I can hear from their whispers, they have no idea what to do with us either. Well, they are as dumb as you come.

But I have spoken yet too soon. For next I have MacKey in front of me again, and the man seem to have a complete new determination

Ya, fuck…we are in for a treat.

This man enjoys playing with his prey and god, let me tell you does he play with it. Leave yourself in a room with this man for but a few minutes and you shall crawl your way out by your nails. Ray, who has not said a single word either, holds nothing to this man.

“Where is Ana?”

Well, you got to fucking slap me for I don’t think I heard this one quite correctly. So with one very confused look and a very quick observation to the other end, I return the very same to him, “Why don’t you ask that fuck over on the left where she is.”

My heart drops in my shoes and terror creep to an agonizingly slow pace up my spine, turning my entire body into ice.

Where the fuck is my wife?

If MacKey does not have Ana and I do not have Ana…where the fuck is Ana?

So not even worrying if MacKey is going to pop my head, I begin to speak, and rather surprisingly he lets me carry on, “What have you done with Ana you goddamn idiot?” I only watch as he but shrugs his shoulders. He can thank his ass that I am tied to this chair. So I repeat myself once again. “What have you done to Ana, MacKey?”

Well, with what he says next, I do not know if I should be frightened or should I be impressed, “She escaped.”

Next to me a very amused Ray burst out laughing and I almost witness as MacKey knocks him out with the grip of his Rugger. “How did a woman escape your capture?” Ray raises his voice but a pitch higher, the anger on his face is growing at the knowledge that Ana is stuck out there somewhere.

So there is this big question…

Are we going to go look for her?

Has this now become an effort where all of whom desperately want Ana, are all going to come together as one and find the woman that I love? Then after that, we shall carry on hating each other all over again?

This is fast going to get out of control and become reckless, or should I rather say ruthless for MacKey is showing no sign of wanting to help as one to look for Ana. He has, in fact, gathered a group of his men that will be heading out to roam the woods in the effort to find the golden prize.

It is now half an hour since we have been tied to these godforsaken chairs. MacKey has had a few calls in from his men, and it still seems that they are coming up empty-handed. Now, just as I think that things cannot get any worse than we are already finding it. I watch in horror as MacKey grabs Gibbs up by the shoulders just as his monkey unties Gibbs’s hands.

I watch as he forces him to get down on his knees, and with a brief glance at me he demands from Gibbs, “Where is Ana?”

MacKey waits for but five seconds and smashes the grip of his gun into Gibbs’s forehead. You find the incredible urge to cover your ears and close your eyes as you know that he is about to get tortured. But we cannot show weakness. No matter what move you make, weakness cannot be one of them.

So as expect. MacKey raises his voice a pitch too high. Clear words are spoken. “You are going to tell me where she is.” There is absolute silence. Yet more words are spoken. “Do you want to die today? Tell me where she is.” MacKey has two changes of making Gibbs speak, shit to nothing. But does he care? No. Gibbs shall pay for his silence. He shall not take me as he wants me to see Gibbs suffer.

Then. BANG.

There is an echo of a gunshot that echoes through the woods. Terror sets in. Williams looks at me. I only but close my eyes for one brief second. This is not happening. But as I open my eyes I see Gibbs rise from the ground.

As I play the echo of the gunshot through my head, I know that there is nothing that I can do to save Gibbs from this torture. But then MacKey speaks again. “Next time I shoot, it is for real. Tell me where she is.”

The repetition of his words is now starting to annoy me. Yet he is not done. I watch as he slips a hunting knife from the back of his pants and starts swaying it in front of Gibbs’s face. “You will speak today.”

The fuck has now cut Gibbs. I can hear a slight hitch in Gibbs’s voice and yet MacKey pushes forward, with one loud thud, more like a snap, he once again fires, this time though he does shot Gibbs.

Gibbs whimpers in agony, and that is it for me. This fuck is going to pay. But first, my words are clear to him. “Leave Gibbs and fucking beat on someone your own size.” There is a godawful smile that appears on MacKey’s face as he shows for his monkey to tie Gibbs back to his chair.

He slides his way through the mud and comes to still in front of me. While he shows for them to untie me, there is one huge smile that grows on the asshole’s face, “Well, look what we have here.”

And ya, I fucking die right there even before MacKey gets his turn. I think I am by now goddamn terrified in counting, but we have wasted yet another hour that we could have been out there looking for Ana.

And then it begins once again…the goddam man is stuck on a record player. “Where is Ana?”

Well, I am not Gibbs, “If I knew, do you think I would be sitting here?”

He takes the grip of his Ruger and smashes it firmly against my forehead. I can feel as the skin split open and the blood start pouring down my face.

I only but grind my teeth at him, “Well I guess that we are going to sit here the whole day then because I do not know where Ana is and if I did, well do you really think that I would tell you?”

In less than what is an inch of a second, I underestimate the determination of this ruthless monster.

There is one loud bang.

There is a snap as the bullet pierces my skin.

I crash to the floor, yet I do not say a word.

And this only fuels for what he has planned for me, “This is the last time that I am asking Hunter.”

With mock in my eyes, I only laugh at him, “Then you can’t count.”

Ya, I should really know when to shut the fuck up.

Without even showing hesitation, not an inch of a reaction on his face, a bullet erupts from the Ruger’s chamber and slams into my thigh with perfect precision.

That. Fucking. Hurt.

Then just as he wants to start his rant again, I see someone stepping behind him from the woods.

“Leave him alone.”