There was silence in the room except the small patter of something slowly dropping to the floor. In the darkness you couldn't see what it was but she didn't need to see what it was, she knew exactly what it was. Blood. She had been hearing that for a little while and she could feel her eyelids getting heavy. She wasn't going to make it out of there she just knew it. "Charles... I need you..." she muttered barely audible before closing her eyes and surrendering to the darkness.
Half an hour earlier
The leader smirked as he gently grazed the knife over Molly's right cheek, careful not to cut her. Yet. "You stupid Americans coming here and ruining our lives-" he began speaking before Molly butted in. "We ain't Americans. I'm English!" She instantly regretted speaking but she couldn't help it. As always her mouth ran away with her before her brain could catch up. The leader grabbed her face hard and pushed her further into the pole, coursing her to hit her head, hard enough to draw blood, but he didn't care. Looking at his men still holding her face he spoke in Pashto. Suddenly the two men put gloves on and went ether side of her. She wanted to look but she shouldn't move her head, it being held firm by the man in front of her. The men took off the cloth and began tightening the barbedwire around her wrists, both doing it at the same time and the same amount like they were a well oiled machine. To begin with Molly closed her eyes to keep from whimpering but the more they tightened the more she struggled until a grunt of pain was raised from her lips. Then they stopped replacing the cloth back on and moved back. "American. English. I don't care." Bag-Man snarled before spitting in her face as a sign of disrespect. "You come here and change what is working just fine. You kill. You killed my brother. Got my niece and nephew taken away. You should never have come." With that he took his knife and cut into her left shoulder slowly watching it bleed out. "You will pay for everything you have done. And the payment will be in blood." Going back to the table he picked up a pistol that he had clearly stole off the corpse of an American soldier. Slowly he placed a round into it and cocked it. "Good bye Molly Dawes." then he shot.
Present day
Captain James hadn't slept all night, tempted to just go AWOL and try and find her himself. It took all of his strength to stay in his cabin. What was he becoming? Just a couple of months ago the though of ever going AWOL was unthinkable, never would he do such an act, but right now it seemed the most appealing thing to do. It scared him how much this one women had changed him, but he didn't regret a second of it.
He must have raked his fingers through his hair a million times, his hair standing up on end. He was still in full kit completely ready to go out and find the women he loved. Hold her close and not let her go. Ever. His eyes were red from crying and he could still feel them water occasionally but he kept them wide open and looking intently at his window. The slight slither of sun light and he would move. This exactly what happened. The sun showed itself the slightest bit and he was on his feet, grabbing his weapon and heading over to two sections tent. It was time to find Molly.
In Two Section's tent a few lay asleep while others lay on their backs looking at the tent ceiling too worked up to sleep. The relief finally came to them all when Captain James opened the tent doors wide. "Get out of your pits now! No time for breakfast so eat these and quick." With that he chucked in a box of cereal bars that they would take out of themselves. "Now move it!" he growled. He didn't even move from the spot like he was rooted to the ground, his stance wide, his arms folded. Normally they would have questioned this but they knew better and to be honest right at that point they didn't even care.
Once all kitted out they began their patrol to find their lost medic. Retracing their steps back up to the point where they got ambushed they began looking for clues. After a short time they found it. Broken plants from where someone had being dragged. Following the clues and even having to find new close two section kept vigilant aware anything could happen. However to their surprise it was very quiet. Maybe too quiet but right now they weren't concentrating on that.
The trail lead them to an abandoned house. Knowing their drill they check that the building was empty before entering and seeing no sign of her. "She's got to be here, where else could she be?" Kinders muttered and quickly glanced at his Captain, though all he saw was the stern, cold, persona he held. They kept looking around for another clue before Baz Vegas called out "Oi guys over here!" he had shoved aside a goat skin rug to find the trap door. Pulling it open they all went in, using their torches to see. Once down there they saw her. There she was held by what they thought was just cloth against a pole, though her body was lolled down a little, her arms, torso, face and floor below her were covered in blood and she wasn't moving. The boys stood there shocked but Captain James pushed passed them. "Molly!" he practically yelled running straight to her. Putting his rifle down to his side he tried to rip the cloth off with his hands, yelping with both surprise and pain as his fingers and palm got slightly cut. Ignoring the pain he gently removed them and felt her body fall against him. Gently laying her to the floor he scanned her body seeing cuts and one shot wound to her right shoulder. "Molly, come on... wake up." he cried, tears falling down his cheeks. She was breathing but only just. His hand went to her face and he stroked one of her cheeks with his thumb. "Please. I need you... I'm here... I'm forever one hundred percent by your side. Please-" he was suddenly cut of by a voice that didn't sound like any of two section. "You need to get her out of here first to make her better. That is not going to happen." the unknown man then began laughing. It was Bag-Man.
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The idea of the shot is help by Sharon Mayes for whom I have met on the amazing group Our Girl Anonymous! Shout out to all you lovely people on that group :D
