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"I bite my tongue every time you're around because the blood in my mouth is better than the tears on the ground"

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Beep… Beep… Beep…

I never really thought about how I would die… I mean I just assumed that no matter how messed up I was someone someday would come and we would fall in love, get married, have 2 kids, and one day become a grandparent. Slipping away in my sleep was the way I wanted to die if I had the chose because it offered no pain or suffering; just a dreamless sleep.

Beep…. Beep…. Beep….

However, of course dying for someone you love is a good way to go. It's brave, noble, slightly foolish and incredibly cliché, but still, a good way to go.

Beep….. Beep….. Beep...

They say when you are dying your memories flash before your eyes, like a movie. The good, the bad, and everything in between. So, is that what I'm seeing? Because if it then maybe dying isn't such a bad thing 'cause I get to see you again. How we met. How we fell in love. How we argued. How we laughed; and simply how you never expected anything but my love from me.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

Something hot hits my cool face, over and over, sliding down my cheeks. Whispers and soft crying could be heard telling someone to not leave them behind…

Beep…. Beep…. Beep….

Why do I feel so tried? Maybe the day's events are finally catching up. So how about a quick nap? I promise it will only be 5 minutes.

Beep….. Beep…. Beep….

I promise…

Beep….. Beep… Be-

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"Man Killer to King, come in King," I say into the radio, taking a look over the barren desert land and the 10 army vehicles that were quickly approaching. It took a couple of seconds before a buzzing sound was heard letting me know someone was about to respond.

"King for go," he replied, snickering in the background most likely because of the dumb code names.

"Target coming your way, I repeat the target is coming your way! Get out of there!" I whispered back harshly as the fully equipped vehicles made their way over to the old "abandoned" warehouse in the middle of nowhere.

"Shit," I cursed quietly to myself. This was supposed to be an in and out mission, not a "dying in the freaking desert, shot up by a crazy ex-scientist who will most likely experiment on my dead body later," mission. "Ugh," I groaned, "What did I get myself into this time?

"Understood! Get Donkey Kong and Lion to cover my ass. I'll be there soon"

"10-4," I sigh into the radio. Despite the circumstances that we are currently in, I really regret letting Mike, a.k.a King Asshole, pick our code names. I mean really? Man Killer? And calling himself King… could he be any more narcissistic? Oh wait, he could.

"Lion, cover King Ass! Donkey I want all eyes on the first truck if this all goes to shit I want you to blow it up!" I barked orders to the two who were currently making out. Did they have no shame?

"Got it Man Killer," I heard Lion chuckle as she walked passed me, holding her costumed sniper in her hands. "So, tell me again why we are here?"

"Same as always, we are on clean up duty. It seems Mr. Galloway pissed off the wrong people this time by giving out classified information to the enemy." Such a dumbass, I think as I hear a whistle to my left. Looking over my shoulder I see Luke, a.k.a Donkey Kong, looking over the soon to be battlefield if Mike didn't hurry up.

"Well he's a dumbass," my thoughts exactly, "no wonder why we are on clean up duty, but why did Mike have to go inside? Couldn't we just have had Tori, or you, take him out then leave?" he asked, ruffling his dark hair, and honestly it looked ridiculous, it looked just like Justin Bieber's hair when he was considered to be a girl.

"Well… I kinda wanted to see fireworks?" I gave him a sheepish grin. "So, I asked him to hook it up for my and make it go "BOOM!"" I said, as I made my hands go up and out in an explosion motion.

"That's sick!" I heard Tori chuckle to my right. "You know, this is why I love you."

Laughing myself, I nodded. "I always knew you had a thing for me," putting on a serious face I put my hand on Luke's right shoulder, "I'm sorry man, but you heard her… She likes me now."

Shock and horror registered in his light green eyes making it harder for me to keep my straight face. Buzzing noise came from the radio before Luke had the chance to fight back.

"You know as funny as this all is, it would be nice to actually have that backup that I asked for like 50 hours ago!"

Oops I think to myself. Totally forgot about him. But, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

Chuckling nervously into the radio I responded, "Pssh… Don't worry you're fi-"

"FINE?! Are you even paying attention to what's happening? Damn it stup-"he cut me off only to get cut off himself when the sounds of guns firing went off.

Startled by the sudden sound of gun power I jumped, but played it off as turning around quickly. Wow, I thought, is that really a flamethrower? Awesome! Oh wait… I'm off topic again. "All right, guys let's get him out of there! Tori, I want you to start taking down the front liners! Luke, light them up! I want the Chinese to see these fireworks!" I quickly barked out orders, while getting myself into position with my own sniper to take out the front liners.

To my left I saw Luke positioning his bazooka, and to my right I saw Tori shooting round after round at the front liners. Wait! Was she… grinning? Yup! She was defiantly ginning. Gosh, my team is made up of a bunch of mental people.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5… I counted off as I took down each person till I heard a big bang. Looking up I smiled at the sight. The old "abandon" warehouse was now in the process of being reduced to dust. Now that was awesome! "Good job, Mike," I praised him then went back to talking to Luke and Tori, "Now, let's work on getting him out of there shall we?

"Uhhh…" Tori started. "We are done. The only one left is four eyes down there. What was his name again?" I hear her mutter the last part to herself.

"What!" I screamed, snapping my head so fast toward the battlefield that I think I heard it pop.

"Yeah, the "fireworks" took most of them out," she spoke again.

Damn, just my luck! Sighing to myself I started, "Okay, let's pick him up then and get out of here. I'm sure Phil would like an update on what went down."

Grabbing my black duffle bag from the rocky surface that we were on I threw it over the same shoulder were my sniper was currently resting.

"Hey King, you still alive down there?" I asked teasingly.

"Hell yeah! Are you drunk or something? There's no way they would be able to take me out!"

"Yes, yes you cocky son of a bit-"

"Hey Killer," Luke said catching my attention. "What are we gonna do with monkey ears down there?"

Huh? Monkey ears? Looking down once again over the barren land I could see "monkey ears" mouthing off to Mike. "He's not dead yet? Well, they said if he "accidently" didn't die in the cross fire to just bring him in. So," I said now talking to Mike, "you still have that duck tape?"

"You bet!"

"All right, good. Now shall we bring mister high and mighty down a few notches?" I said with a wicked grin.

"Oh no, you wouldn't? Would you?" Luke asked with pure horror. Hmmmm… I wonder why.

"I want you to strip him of his clothes and duck tape his mouth, hands, and feet. This way I don't "accidentally" kill him for annoying me."

"Hahaha! I like the way you think! No wonder you're my best friend." Tori said, clutching her stomach from laughing to hard.

"Oh, shut up Tori," I smacked her over her head.

"Owwie," she dramatically responded putting her hands on her head and crouching down.

Shaking my head I walked away jumping off the rock we were on and into the sand. Raising my hand I brush away my blond hair from my face. Annoying, I thought, all joy and relaxation from earlier gone and in place was the stone cold face I always used when I was around anyone but Mike, Luke, and Tori.

Not letting anyone get close to me was my number one rule of mine, because if no one got close then I wouldn't get hurt. The only exceptions to that rule were the three goofballs that were currently tying Galloway up, plus Phil… He was always an exception to all my rules.

Taking out my black IPhone I dialed in the familiar number and waited impatiently for him to pick up. After 5 rings he picked up and said, "Hello."

"It's done. We are on our way back with the package."

"Package? I'm surprised you didn't get rid of it."

"No need."

"Isabel," I heard him sigh, "you're going to have to move on. Forget the past, but not the lessons it taught you."

"I can't," I responded, snapping at him. I can't forget the past it's too much a part of me. It makes me who I am. If I forget, I fear I will forget who I am… or who I was.

"You can, you just refuse to do so."

Right before I was going to reply, to my irritation, our ride showed up promising an uncomfortable 12 hour ride back to base. "Got to go, rides here," I say, hanging up on him before he could say anything.

Heading onto the small gray plane I quickly take my seat. After a few minutes we take off, dread filling my veins. 12 hours… 12 hours of being trapped on a small plane and the only way out would be to jump out. Breathing in and out I try to calm my nerves with little success. Oh well, it won't get any better than this, I thought irritably to myself, might as well get some shut I before I have to deal with Phil.

Right after that thought I let the darkness consume me and wrap around me like a blanket of safety, my only safety.

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"Don't judge me unless you have looked through my eyes, experienced what I went through and cried as many tears as me. Until then, back off 'cause you have no idea who I really am."

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