What the hell did I get myself into?

I get it. When you join an elite military group that operates at the highest level of digression, you should know what you're getting into when you join an elite military group that operates at the highest level of digression. But body bags? Frickin body bags? People say that it's a classic military tactic, but I don't believe one second of that. They shouldn't kill us. They can't kill us. Isn't that against the law? Wait. They don't operate under the law. They can do whatever they want.

Death is too much for me to think about. I'm only fifteen. I've lived a pretty damn good life and I don't want it to stop now.

I have to get out of here. But how do I do that without letting someone know where I've been? My family and friends will start asking questions. Detailed questions. What do I tell them? I ran away, a man found me, and took me to work in his rogue agency?

I never should have run. I never should have fucking run.

I can't sleep. I check my clock. 4:30 on the dot. And it's raining inside.

Wait, what?

I jolt awake as cold water soaks my bed sheet. Water is falling from the ceiling and in reverse from the floor. Lights jump on. Everybody shouts something about the toilets and starts hyperventilating to get rid of the carbon dioxide. Me? I scream.

"Merlin!" I shout. "Arthur! Galahad! I can't do this anymore. I want to go home. Do you hear me, ye bastards? I want to go-"

My head goes under before I can finish the sentence. The water's blurred my vision. What do I do what do I do what do I do?

Peach colored distorted blobs run to the area where the bathroom used to be. White blobs join them soon. Bubbles? One of the blobs comes nearer to me. Up close, I can see it's Marena. She made fun of me earlier today, called me the runt of the litter, even though she's only three years older than me. My chest starts to hurt as she pulls me to the toilets. What the hell is she doing?

My chest forces some air out of me, forming the white blobs. Marena hands me a tube, tries to force it into my mouth. I snap my head to the other direction. We have to get out of here, not sit around sucking on tubes like they're cocks.

Now she's mad. She's practically trying to choke it down my throat. My heart stops for a second, then starts again painfully. My blood feels two times heavier. I have a massive headache. Still rejecting the tube from Marena. Ow, my bloody head.

Another shove. Another rejection, much slower this time. If she could slap me, she probably would. White bubbles form from her mouth when she breathes into the tube. My mouth and eyes suddenly relax. Oh, I get it! It's a breathing-

Black.

A/N:

(Shyly comes out of the shadows) Hey everyone. If you knew me as Tesla-Nator3, I just want to let you know I'm aware that I've disappointed a lot of people. I haven't uploaded in half a year, and I definitely bit off more than I could chew. I've changed my username and my avatar picture and I'm going to use that as a representation of a new start. I can't be more grateful for the people who have read my stories, commented, reviewed, and favorited, and I promise I won't let you down. That doesn't necessarily mean I'll be the best updater in the world, but I'll at least let you know if I can't get anything in. Hopefully this one shot is the start of a new, better beginning. Thanks to readers new and old, and don't worry. You'll be seeing more from me.

Sinbad