WARNING! This chapter is bloody and stuff like that, but is not extremely detailed. Skip to the end if you don't want to read about painful things and such.
Kendall's Pov.
I cant believe its been 2 1/2 years in the Navy. And after 6 more months of training and going on little missions I was promoted to leader of my Team, Seal Team 6. And right now im on a big and important rescue mission in lower Russia, we just waded chest high through a river trying to be very quiet so we don't get captured. Were all wearing black wet suits and our faces are covered in dirt and mud to create camo. Were making our way to a big Russian base to blow up the head quarter and rescue our guys who were taken in an attack on Benghazi.
As I went to set the bomb in the middle of the night, trouble came. Being the leader, it was my job to keep these guys alive. The other guys got the prisoners out which was the important part and now there just waiting for us. I took another guy with me, he was just brought up to our team. He was holding the timer as I set the bomb to blow up the head quarters of an important Muslim leader. Then I heard a tick from behind me, it was the detonator. I looked at his face and saw pure fear, his finger had flicked a switch while he was shaking. I took it form him and whispered
"Get the other guys and run find your way back to base, don't wait for me!" he got up and ran! The mission was complete one of the biggest yet, that's all that mattered we succeed, but I knew I wasn't gonna make it.
I threw the detonator and took off but I was too late, I was blown into the sky. I landed a bush and passed out. When I woke up I was in some sort of warehouse chained up. I only had my cargo pants on. My whole body ached, there was pain and blood everywhere on me. The door opened and 4 Russians came in they questioned me about our base and stuff I didn't say anything and just kept solitude, I then received punches and tazing.
For the next weeks it was the same thing questioning I would say nothing the beatings got worse. They punched, kicked and sometimes wiped me the pain was agonizing and was so hard to move after it, the tazing was the hardest. I can't imagine the scares im gonna have after this, if im even alive in a day. And ill never tell anyone of this ever, because no one should have to hear about this or imagine it and it will be extremely hard to relive it. After 2 weeks of this I just can't take it, I was just about to give in and die here. Then I thought of my team, my family, friends and then Jo! I have to fight for them, I have to fight for her. There would be days were they would come in do there job and I would just pass out until next time. It hurt so much, I just wanted someone to hold me and say its ok, but I was always alone.
For a 3 weeks I was given little to eat my beatings were twice a day sometimes. They were terrible, one day they brought a big wip, I swear I didn't have something to fight for or someone (Jo) I would have given up. I haven't written to home for 6 months or even seen them for over a year , since I wasn't aloud contact while I got ready for this mission, and I've been away from base for 3 months. I haven't seen anyone but Russians for a 2 months maybe, I'm hoping my team is coming for me. I can't sleep, nightmares haunt it, im thin and weak. I know if I survive I will never be the same, they've damaged me beyond repair. I still have a lot muscle but I've become thinner. I never stop thinking of Jo, shes the only thought that's getting me through this.
Jo's Pov.
We haven't heard from Kendall in about 7 months, were all extremely nervous and worried. Its so painful to know that one day we could get a call that Kendall's dead or never coming home. I feel terrible for the way I left it with him, I love him. For all I know he could be really hurt right now. Its tearing me apart not to hear from him. Were all busy and that's helping but at times we just can't help to cry. Kendall was right about brad, he hurt me, and broke it off a month later, I wanted to be in Kendall's arms so bad, sometimes I get a pit in my stomach and it just feels like somethings wrong. I cry myself to sleep almost every night, I miss him so much.
Kendall's Pov.
On what im guessing is the 30th day of being at this base I saw a little needle on the ground, I pulled it closer with my toes and some how picked it up with them. I tried lifting my legs up to my hands but it was so hard, im exhausted, beaten and bloody . But I pushed myself to do it for my team and family. It hurts so much, but I got it into my hand. I freed myself and dropped to the floor. My legs and arms feel like jelly, but I had to move quick.
Somewhere deep inside me I pulled a burst of energy and awareness. I peered around corners and down halls, I suffocated 2 guards and took their guns. I found a back exit into the forest. I looked around and it seemed I was at the back of the base. I took of into the forest, I smeared mud on my sore, bruised, and broken body I proceeded cautiously. Once I felt I was a good enough distance I laid down to rest, dreaming of going home. When I woke up next it was at least a day later.
PLEASE REVIEW! Got this idea from a tv show called Hawaii five-0! Hope you liked it!