A/N: I apologize for how ridiculously late this is. I'm taking an impossibly hard English class right now and really haven't no had time to write but I have more of this story written up now so I can post it on a schedule now. I've also started working on some other stories, a Criminal Minds one, and a Night Shift one, which if you haven the watched it you definitely should because it's fantastic. It's a medical drama but less Gray's Anatomy and more Scrubs meets Chicago Med. Check them out, both can be found on my page. Over the summer I'll definitely have more time to update. Again, sorry and I hope you keep reading.
Chapter 3
We were driving back to the base, Tony still nursing his scotch, and there was tense silence before Tony broke it. "I feel like you're driving me to court martial. This is crazy, what did I do? I feel like you're gonna pull over and snuff me. What, you're not allowed to talk? Hey, Forrest!" Just like that, the silence was broken. "We can talk, sir." One of the soldiers said. "Oh, I see. So it's personal?" A slightly offended Tony said. "No, you intimidate them." The driver said. "Good God, you're a woman," Tony said surprised, "I honestly… I couldn't have called that. I mean, I'd apologize, but isn't that what we're going for here? I thought of you as a soldier first." I sighed and shook my head. "I'm an airman." The female driver informed us. "You have, actually, excellent bone structure, there. I'm having a hard time not looking at you now. Is that weird?" There were some cautious chuckles from the soldiers, " Come on, it's okay, laugh." He reassured them.
The soldiers really opened up then. "Sir, I have a question to ask." Tony nodded, "Yes, please." "Is it true you two are soulmates?" Tony looked to me to make sure it was okay to answer. Giving my assurance by answering for him, "Yeah, we are. We met in college." Grabbing Tony's hand, I smiled. "Yesterday was our twentieth anniversary." "You're making me feel old. Anything else?" The soldier next to us cautiously raised his hand. "You're kidding me with the hand up, right?" Tony remarked. "Is it cool if I take a picture with you guys?" "Yes, it's very cool." Agreeing, we moved to take the picture. "I don't want to see this on your MySpace page." Tony remarked as the young soldier held up a peace sign. "Please, no gang signs." Tony joked, making the kid put down his hand until I elbowed Tony's side. "No, throw it up. I'm kidding. Yeah, peace, I love peace. I'd be out of a job with peace."
The soldier taking the photo was struggling until the posing soldier yelled, "Come on! Hurry up. Just click it. Don't change any settings." The cameraman seemed to have fixed it and just as we were about to take the photo, all hell broke loose.
The Humvee in front of us exploded, sending chunks of debris all over, leaving a burning mass. Gunshots started to sound out all around us. It was Hell. Screams of agony called out for help but there was no one there.
The woman airman started to yell out commands; I slid closer to Tony, terrified. "What's going on?" He demanded, wrapping his arm around me. He didn't get his answer. The airman got out of the Humvee to help and was immediately shot down. "Son of a bitch!" The soldier sitting up front yelled; "Jimmy, stay with the Starks!" He too left, taking position against the front of the Humvee. Soon after, the front windshield was shattered, blood coating it and probably chunks of the soldier. My eyes were wide and I was breathing heavy. Tony just kept holding me closer to him.
Jimmy shoved us down, yelling us to stay down as he opened the door. Panicking, Tony reached out for Jimmy, "Wait! Wait! Wait! Give me a gun!" Jimmy only looked back for a second, "Stay here!" Jimmy shut the door before machine gun fire sprayed the side of the vehicle, riddling it with holes, blood leaked from some.
Tony quickly decided that we couldn't stay, dragging me out an opened door. I was in shock, panic seeping through my body. Tony was practically dragging me as we ran toward a large rock, ducking explosions and gunfire. Sliding behind the rock to take cover, Tony pulled out his phone to try to get help. A missle landed next to us; and upon reading it, I realized that it was too late for help. I couldn't help but see the irony of the situation, something made by us destroying us in the end. There was beauty in it, in a morbid way.
I squeezed Tony's hand tighter but we were ripped apart, the explosion sending us flying through the air. Then, all that was known to me was pain, my ears ringing, the world was dark, and I knew one thing for certain; dying sucked.