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When the bomb went off the woman driving the Humvee started yelling into her walkie-talkie, "Contact left! Contact left!" Okay now at this point, I was starting to get a little freaked. She opened the door and immediately fell to the ground. I was only hoping that she just tripped getting out but she never came back up. The man in the passenger seat swore.
"Jimmy, stay with Stark!" So that's what his name was. Good to know. The man in the front immediately got out and was out of sight. While the bullets and bombs were still coming and were unending, Jimmy swore and was about to get out.
"Wait wait wait, give me a gun!" I yelled.
"Stay here!" As soon as he said that, another explosion went off and put small holes everywhere in the Humvee.
I was sorta dazed but snapped out of it. I knew I had to get out of there and as soon as I got out I regretted it. A bomb exploded within a few feet of me which scared the crap out of me. I pressed back against the Humvee. I saw a gun on the ground so I picked it up. Of course it was jammed. I swore under my breath. I looked to the right and saw Rhodey.
"Rhodey!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. It sounded as if I was about to cry. Wow, really professional.
"Just stay there!" he yelled at me and ran over to the other side of the Humvee. Well, there really wasn't a good reason to stay in plain view pressed against the side of a Humvee. Then all of a sudden there were bullets flying right by me. Well, now's the time to run. I had a full out sprint and jumped right behind a rock in time to not be hit by another grenade.
I got out my phone and started texting for help when I heard a thud next to me. It took me a second to realize that it was a bomb with my company's name on it clearly written "Stark Industries". I knew I needed to run, but as soon as I thought that, I heard the wailing from it go high pitched and then it exploded. I was thrown back with such a force from the explosion that I was on the brink of consciousness. I was looking up at the sky dazed. I could barely hear anything except faint gunshots and explosions. That's when I noticed the agonizing pain in my chest. I lifted my head to look. I could see little spots of red here and there so I forced my shirt open. Blood was everywhere and was bleeding even more now that I was moving. So much for a bulletproof vest. Then I remembered. "This bomb is specialized to throw shrapnel when blown up. It has a delayed timer to scare the victim before it explodes." So this is how the great Tony Stark is going to die. In a desert, known with the nickname as the merchant of death and shrapnel embedded in his chest. I laid my head down back in the sand, quickly thinking of how many people died because of my weapons. Before I could think anymore, I lost myself to unconsciousness.
I was waking up to a terrible headache and muffled sounds. I couldn't think straight and couldn't think of where I was. I was thinking I was in Malibu, probably with a bad hangover from the night before. But then I felt a bag over my head that smelled musty. It was suddenly yanked off my head and I was exposed to very bright lights. I had to squint so my eyes would focus. I moved my head to the left to get away from the light when I looked down and saw guns. I looked up. More guns. I started to hear someone speaking, but it was in a language that was for sure not English. I was surrounded by men pointing guns at me. "Yeah, I'm not in Malibu." I thought to myself.
I was yanked off my feet after the man was done recording but my feet would not work. My chest was burning, aching with pain. It was that bad to the point I could not walk. I fell to my knees automatically but they forced me to stand up. When I refused to walk they just decided to drag me which felt a lot better than walking.
Within a minute, I was thrown on a crude and cold table. I still had no clue where I was and the pain was becoming unbearable. I felt as if at any given moment, my heart was going to give out. I started to hear yelling. A bright light was shone in my face which caused me to look away. When I opened my eyes, I saw knives and scalpels on a table and that only meant one thing and it was not good. I started to freak out so I was trying to lift myself up to run away when I was pushed straight back on the table and boy, did that hurt. I was struggling under their grasp but eventually, I had to give up from exhaustion.
I just laid there, not thinking straight when a sharp, horrible pain went through the middle of my chest. I screamed for what seemed like an hour. But it didn't end there. A pair of hands went inside my chest. The pain was unbearable. It kept going on and every so often the pair of hands would come out while pulling something with it, but the process continued. I was screaming constantly by then but we were only half way through. Eventually, I tried my struggles to get away again, but this time I thrashed hard which didn't do anything but more pain and being shoved back into the table multiple times. I tried one last time. This one resulted in my head being slammed into table and more screaming. I went limp from all my efforts. I was given a break, but it wasn't long until I felt something cold going straight through me. I screamed bloody murder which is basically what they were doing to me. I could feel blood everywhere on me and it felt like they were killing me. It felt like it was some kind of pipe going through me and it was going to come out the other side of me but it eventually stopped. I had no clue what these people were doing to me. Pain was where words couldn't even describe it. Why couldn't I just pass out? Haven't I been through enough? I felt only a few more things poking inside me that didn't hurt at all and a pressure in the center of my chest. I couldn't breathe full breaths still even if I tried. They were only coming in short gasp and it felt like I was having an asthma attack. Suddenly, a cloth came over my nose and mouth. I struggled against it but and calm voice was talking.
"Don't worry, I'm only trying to help you." Oh, sure you're trying to help me. You only just cut me into a hundred pieces. I started breathing into that cloth and it was sweet smelling. I started getting really tired so I let the darkness take me into a long, dark, sweet sleep.
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