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The child who lives in heaven and has a home of hell

Oh hi, there I didn't see you, do you want to hear a story about a child who had a life of heaven and home of hell?

Well, it all started about ten years ago when the child said to his mom. "Mommy, can I go outside and play?" The mother just looked at him with a cold stare and said. "No, you need to do your schoolwork." She then slapped him across the face, which then left a mark on the child's face. The look of fear and terror, and how badly he was shaking said it all.

"M-mommy w-why d-did you hit m-me I- I did all my schoolwork and cleaned my room and did the dishes." He says crying uncontrollably, as he then goes off this vast list of the chores that he does around the house. The mother wasn't even listening to him. She just kept on beating him over and over, again and again. Blood started to come out of his head and was splattering all over the floor.

After a few minutes of him getting beaten so badly, the child then knocked out. When he woke up, he was looking at the ceiling, thinking to himself. "Why do my parents hate me so much? I try and try, but it's just never enough for them. It's like I was born to be a mistake." Just then, he heard the door open, and his father walked in, saying. "Son, where the hell you!" he yells. "Where is that little brat? He made such a mistake. We should have put him up for adoption when we had the chance, and now we have to wait three more years until we can kick him out. And that was the day this mistake of a son. If you can even call him that? It's gone from us for good." He says with hate in his voice. The child was just lying there in a pool of his blood, and tears still running down his face. He then touches the side of his head and feels the dry blood on his hand. "Ah, great, my I'm going to have a scar on the side of my head." The child thinks to himself.

The next day the child woke up and knew that today was Monday. "Yes, School! Finally, I can get away from his hell hole that people call home," He says while jumping up and down. He then gets dressed and goes downstairs, where he sees that his parents aren't up yet. "Thank god that it's not up yet." He said to himself. He then walks out the door and goes to his bus stop and waits for the bus. Five minutes pass then ten then twenty. "Grrr great this is just great seriously I missed my bus again, guess I have to walk to school?" He says gloomily.

When he was sixty feet from the school entrance, it began to rain hard, "Great, just my luck it has to start raining. Can this day get any worse?" He says sarcastically, running to the school, so he didn't get wet. He then gets in school and sees one of his friends. "Hey, Charlie, how's it going?" Charlie then turned around and said, "Oh, hey man, how is it going?" Charlie then saw the scab on the side of his head and said. "WOW. man, what happened was it your parents again?" Charlie said with a hint of concern in his voice. "What no man I just, just," He says, trying to think of a lie to calm down his friend. "I just fell that's all, and ah, ah hit my head on the side of the counter yesterday. That's all that happened, nothing more, nothing less." Charlie then looked at him and knew that his best friend was trying to lie to him. "Come on, man, you have to do something about what your parents are doing to you? You know that this won't stop unless you do something about it." He said with concern in his voice.

"I know, I know, I just don't know when to do it?" he says. His friend then looks at him in shock and says, raising his voice, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHEN? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW WHEN? YOU NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE. YOU KNOW WHAT MAN I'LL TELL YOU WHEN YOU SHOULD TELL SOMEONE, AND THAT'S IMMEDIATELY MAN LIKE RIGHT NOW. CALL THE COPS OR SOMETHING MAN!"

The child then just looked at his friend in the face and said in a sad voice. "You might have the strength of a hundred men. You might have what it takes to take on an army, but not all of us can be super soldiers or fearless people who can take on whatever the world throws at them. Some of us count on others to help them out when times get hard. Or when someone needs a shoulder to cry on when they are sad. But I don't have any of that." He exclaims with tears in his eyes and choking on a sob. "My dad told me yesterday that I don't matter to them. And that they should have put me up for adoption when they had the chance." He then drops to the floor and curls up into a ball and starts crying uncontrollably, then everyone turns to look at him and starts laughing at him, his friends stand up for him and say. "How would you like it if this happened to you? And everyone was laughing at you, would you laugh too, or would you want to curl up into a ball and hide from the world?" his friends say with impulse in their voices.

The next day the child got up to go to school but then stopped to read an article on suicide prevention programs it read. "Do you get bullied in school? Does everything you do make you feel like an outcast or a mistake? Do your parents not respect what you are or who you are and whom you love? Well, fear no more and call 1-800-422-0009 and get your help today." The child then thought to himself. "Hey, that's what I need right now." He said with a smile on his face. Later that day, he called the number and found out that the number he called doesn't exist anymore. He felt like his entire world was shattered in a million pieces and shot into space never to see again. "My life is over." He thought to himself, "There is no one who wants to help me." He says, crying himself to sleep.

The next day he woke up outside of his house. "Oh my god, how did I end up here?" He said as he was chattering his teeth because of how cold it was outside. "I need to get in the house, or I'll die out here from hypothermia," He says. As he walked towards the house, all he could hear was the snow crunching under his feet with every step he took to get to his home. As he opened the door, he saw that his parents were up and looked at him and said, "What are you looking at, you mistake?" he then began to say, "I was-." his parents then interrupt him and yell. "I DONT CARE. NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT. YOU PATHETIC LITTLE MISTAKE!"

The child then looked down at the ground and said, "Can I have something to eat? I'm starving." The parents then said, "Ya, it's in the trash," The child then looked at them with confusion in his eyes and said, "Why is it in the trash?" They then said, "Maybe because that's where all the mistakes go like yourself." as they said that and began to laugh hysterically at what they said. He then walked over to the trash which smelled like death itself "This is disgusting what's in there?" His parents then looked at him and said, "As we said before, that where the mistakes go like yourself." they then started to laugh again. When they stopped laughing, they were trying to check their breath. Then the child just looked at them and had a sad look in his eyes and said, "Why do you hate me so much, huh, why? You know I have feelings too, right? You know I'm not a robot? And I'm sorry that I'm not the picture-perfect son that you always wanted." He said with tears in his eyes. He then ran up to his room and slammed the door behind him and started to cry uncontrollably in his pillow. "Can they love me as they did with my sister? She was the golden child. I was always the stain on the bottom of their shoes. Or like a bad penny that keeps showing up." He then began to think of how they would love him after hours of planning he suddenly thought of something so good that would make the parents feel fear like when the school day ends, and he's walking home.

The next day at school I saw another one of my friends named Mike. "Hey, Mike, how is it going?" I then saw a girl with him and said, "Oh hi, my name is Will. What's your name?" I asked the girl. She then says that her name is Sarah. "Nice to meet you, Sarah." She then says, "it's nice to meet you too. You know I always liked your friend Mike?" she says. "Oh, really, what do you like about him," I asked her interestingly. "Well, for starters, he's nice, polite, and always helping those who are in need," she says. "Haha, that does sound like Mike. Did you know Mike is failing his bio class." Mike then jumps in and says in defense, "I am not! I have %59.99 that's not failing. Right?" Sarah and I just look at one another and then look back at Mike and say in unison, "That is failing. Passing would be a 60 or higher." Mike then says a little confused, "Really, I thought it was a 50 or higher?" Sarah and I just look at each other again and just have a blank expression on our faces, a few minutes pass and we just burst out in laughter. Later that day, Will got bullied by everyone but his friends where they to back him up since they know that he's not a fighter, but he's more of someone who likes to keep the peace.

As I look up, I see Sarah reaching out a hand to help me up. I take her hand, and she helps me get back up on my feet again. I say to her, "Thanks I can see that you're the type that doesn't see people for what they are but instead see them as who they are, and what they can become." Sarah then looks at me and says, "Yes, that right, how did you know?" I then told her, "Well, you see, my GrandParents were always the type to help those who were in need. It was great. I thought I was living in heaven. Everything was going great until one day when my grandmother had ALS. That's when things just went downhill from there, and it just got worse and worse," I say. "Really, what happened?" she asks. I just look at her and say, "I don't want to talk about it right now if that's alright with you?" she then says. "That ok, I understand what it's like to lose someone from a sickness. My brother had cancer, and it was at stage four. I loved my brother so much, and when I heard that he had cancer, it felt like my whole life was over, but look at me now, I'm still standing, and I keep pushing on" She says with tears in her eyes, I then get Mike to sit with her, he suddenly sees her crying and rushes over and says to her "Hey hey it's ok it's ok that's it just keep crying" He says soothingly to her. And he then hugged her.

"All right, class, let's take out our notes that we did yesterday." Says the teacher, "hmm Ms. Locksaw, I lost my notes do you have any copies, that I can copy off of?" I say with a hint of embarrassment in my voice. "Will oh Will this is the third time this month, please try to keep track of your work this is your last time I will let you off with a warning," She says with an annoyed tone. "Thank you so much, Ms. Locksaw. You don't know how much this means to me," I say appreciatively. "Well, thank you, Will, but please don't do it again. It's bad enough that you're failing a class. Anyway, class going off of that note, please take out your books and open to page 37, please," she says.

As we were reading the book, I felt a piece of paper that was through at me, which hit me on the side of the head. I then looked down and saw a crumpled up piece of paper made into a ball. Which said on it, "Open this, and you will receive an award-winning prize" When I read those words, I couldn't stop myself. It was like my hands had taken over my brain, and my hands were opening the paper ball to see what it said inside. But to my disappointment, there was no award-winning prize inside it just read, "You suck. Jump off a bridge. No one will miss you from anonymous" when I read this, I said, "Ms. Locksaw, someone is picking on me" Ms. Locksaw just looked at me and said, "Well let's see what it is, shall we? please hand it over, Will." She says softly and a little mother like in her voice, but when she read what the note said, her eyes went wide. She covered her mouth with one hand. She was then done reading the letter, she said, "Whoever wrote this, please come forth and tell the class why you did this?" but to no one's surprise, no one came forth and said that they did it. "Class I'm very disappointed with you, I'm going to have to get the principal in here. And I'm pretty sure no one wants that now do they?" She then calls the principal and just like clockwork, and he was there looking at every person in the eyes and trying to see if their expression changes. "All right class," He says to the class "When I call your name, you are going to come outside and tell me what you were doing in class. Remember, I don't want anyone to lie to me. Is that understood?" He says, Just as he said, every person in the class then went outside in the hall and said what they were doing. I didn't hear much, but I do know this, that a lot of the kids came back in the classroom crying.

The school day then ended, and I said to my friends. "Hey, guys want to see an old world war two plane?" They look at one another and nod their head in unison. "Great, let's go see the plane," I say with excitement in my voice. We walked for a few minutes. We then came to a clearing in the woods and saw an old and rusty plane with moss growing on it. "Wow, this is cool." My friends say as they looked in awe at the broken and rusty bomber plane lying on the ground. The way the sun shined on the rusty metal said it all, it felt like we were there, and the aircraft was trying to tell us a story of how it got this way. As we walked near it, we saw that the inside was still intact the leather seats had the outer shell of the chairs we bent and disheveled and all rusty. "Wow, this plane has seen action. Look, the entire tail of the plane is destroyed, say, Will, do you know what kind of plane this is?" said Mike. "What did you say, Mike?" I said, Mike then repeated what he said to me." This plane is a bomber plane. It usually had a crew of about four to five people." as I go off this massive list of facts about this one plane. "Hey, Will look at this," said Charlie, as I turned around we all saw a map of Europe and certain places circled we couldn't tell what the color was. We did know one thing for sure. That this was their mission to bomb the circled areas on the map, we all look at one another. "This is big. We need someone to check this out and fast," I said to my friends. Mike then says to me. "Hey Will, what about your parents aren't they good at this kind of stuff?" "NO, NOT MY PARENTS. IF THEY SEE US TOGETHER, FOR SURE THEY WILL WANT TO KILL US?" I said with fear in my voice. "What the hell, man. Don't you know that Will's parents are like psychopaths, man?" said Charlie. "But what if they changed?" said Mike. "People change. They aren't always so evil. Come on. Will let's see them. And see if they are mean to you." "I-" as I look at the ground, "I don't know, maybe? Sigh, I don't." Just before I was about to finish my sentence, the back of my mind said, "You're strong. Look at how far you have come, don't come this far only to come this far. You're better than them." My mind says. "All right, let's go and get this done with and face your fears. They don't scare me anymore. I have to face my demons face to face and tell them to love me like they once did," I say with confidence in my voice.

As I then stepped one foot on the front porch, my anxiety went haywire and said to me. "This isn't going to go well, just give up and run away while you still can. You can't do this. You mean nothing to them," As the front of my brain activates and starts saying all this and wanting me to turn around and run. Still, my mind overcomes this and defeats the fear inside of me, and the strength of one-person army stairs at the door and opens it with no doubt. "MOM, DAD IM HOME!" I say to them. They then turned around and saw the determination in my eyes and said. "If you're trying to scare us with that look in your eyes, it won't work."

"Oh? and why may that be, if I may ask?" I say to them. "Maybe it's because you don't mean anything to us, you're just a failure in the family. NOW GET OUT OF ARE SIGHT YOU MISTAKE!" The parents say to him, "Ok, I may be a mistake to you, but I mean something Mom and Dad, what makes you think it's ok to push me around and treat me like I don't matter. And I hope that you know that you have been doing this to me for nearly 17 years," I say coldly. I then turn around and walk out the door without even turning back to see what I'm about to leave behind for good.

Fifteen years later, "Breaking news two people found dead on the side of the road." The news then shows who it was, and it was some of my friends from work. "I need to find the person who did this and get my revenge," I say without thinking after a few hours later, I come to my senses and say. "I'm not a killer, even though that I might have made some killing when I was in the army, but that was years ago, I want to keep the peace." after I said that there was a knock on my apartment door. I then walked over to the door, "Who is it?" I suddenly heard a voice that I know too well, which then sent shivers down my spine. "It's your parents. Now please, son, let us in so we can see you." I then let out a long sigh and open the door and say, "Hello mom and dad, how's life." I mean, annoyed that I'm talking to them. My dad then says to me, "Look, son, I know that we got off the wrong foot." I then interrupt him and say, laughing, "Off the wrong foot? Off the wrong foot. Are you kidding me? You almost beat me to death countless times." My dad then says to me, "I just thought that maybe you wanted to start over and be family again?" I then said to them, "Look at what you have done to me, beating me until I had blood on my face. But I will rise on my own, and I'm making it alone, and I got all I need to survive, I have a bed that isn't covered, in blood from the countless beating you did to me. And the sweet and the blood that runs in my veins is more powerful than love itself, so I don't need you anymore, so leave." I say coldly. "Look, son." say my parents. I then yelled at them, saying, "I said LEAVE," They then said in defense, "WE DON'T HAVE ANYWHERE TO GO. So please help us out here?" They say pleading for my help. "GRRRR!!! Fine!" I said in frustration from them being here." You can stay here, and I will try to find a place for you to live in, but until then, you're going to need to become clean and have to find a job. I will give it to you by tomorrow." I say to them.

That night I had a nightmare where I was back at home being beaten by my parents. The scenery then changes, and I'm on the top of a roof, scoping out what the enemy lines are doing and reporting it to HQ. “AHHHHHH!!!!” I screamed out in fear, and I bolted up in my bed, sweating cold sweat, and my heart was pounding against my chest. "It was only a dream, only a dream." I think to myself, trying to calm myself down. I then walked outside to the balcony and looked out at the city with all of its light on. "Ha, this city never sleeps." I think to myself. I then hear my phone ring. I then walked over to my phone and answered and said, "Hello?" The caller then said, "Hello, are you, Will?" "Who's asking," I say, "Ah, where my manners are, my name is Mike. And I'm looking at your file, and I see that you were in the 200th battalion, am I correct." "Uhm, yes, that is correct. Anyway, who the hell permitted you to look through my profile?"

I ask. "Ah, yes." He says, not even angling my question," I'm the owner of a large and powerful company that makes technology for the military. Probably all the tech that you used in the field was made by my company. Which is called Mikes Industries?" He says, "Ok, but you didn't answer my question. I will ask you again. Who the hell gave you access to my profile?" I asked him. "Oh, that's right. You wanted to know who allowed me to look at your profile. It was your commanding officer who allowed me access to your military records." As he then explains everything. We then talked for a while. "When can I meet you face to face?" I asked him.

"Hmm, how's Friday?" he says to me, "That would work just great thank you." I told him, "Ok, meet me at Mikes Industries at 3:00 AM. And go to the reception and say that I'm here to meet the boss of this company. I will let them know that you are coming to meet me." he says, "Ok, what floor is it on?" I ask him, "Oh, that right it's on the 40th floor, the reception will give you a keycard to access the fast elevator. Just put it up to the wall, and the doors will open." he then goes on and on. off an unnecessary list of what the elevator will do. I then think to myself, "He likes this hidden elevator that he created."

The next day I went to Mikes Industries, I took one good look at the building, and it looked like it was going to fall over with just a little tap. I then think to myself, "This can't be right, I'm probably at the wrong place?" As I looked at the address, he gave it to me. I then say," The address matches the one he gave me over the phone, but I guess there is only one way to find out if this is the right address?" As I then walked in the destroyed building. Instantly I had to get a body scan, the inside of the building, then changed to a high tech facility, and an intercom up above that said "Welcome Will to Mikes Industries. We have been expecting you." it said in a friendly voice, it then goes on and talks about how this building became what it is today. I then walk over to the reception and say, "I'm here to meet the boss of this company," I tell them. "Ah, yes. Your name is Will, right?" they ask me.

"Ah, yes?" I say a little confused about what just happened. "Well, here is your keycard. Just walk down the hall and on your first left. Just hold up the card up to the wall. The doors will then open," he says friendly. "Ok, thank you," I say, and walk to where he told me to go. I then held the card up to the wall. The doors then opened violently, and a hologram of a person said, "Welcome, what floor would you like to go to?" it said friendly. "I would like to go to the 40th floor, please," I say to it. "I'm sorry, sir, but you don't have that kind of authorization to go there. Only employees and people with a certain card can go there." It says to me. I then say, "I have a card that says that I can go there." "Please let me see your card." the hologram says. I then show it the card, and the hologram says, "Ok, going to the 40th floor. Please have a seat," as it then points to a chair that came out of the wall. I then took a seat in the chair, and the elevator doors then closed and it suddenly shot to the 40th floor. I thought I was going to fly right out of my seat, but somehow even though there was no seat belt, I was still connected to the chair. It felt like a nail that was in a wall. The elevator then stopped. I then got out of my seat and fell back into the chair. "Hey, why do I feel so sick from that?" I thought to myself.

"Hello there, Will I was starting to think that you weren't coming to visit me." someone said behind a desk. "Hmm, hello, who are you?" I asked, "You don't recognize me? Well, I may have changed over the years. How long has it been since we last met, like 20 - 30 years ago, right?" he said. I just look at him with a blank expression on my face. He then lets out a long sigh and says, "it's me, Mike. Mike from school. Don't you remember me?" he said.

I then recognized him when he said his name. "Wow, man, it's been so long since we last met," I said when I realized that it was him, I said. "It's been 15 years, but what made you want to be the owner of a big company like this? I've always seen you as someone who does plumbing or something like that, not a business this big?" "Well, I wanted to do something that people didn't think that I could. And that's what I did, and look how far I came In a $14.5 billion company." We then talked for a while, and I said to him. "I got to go back home it was nice seeing you again," I say as I walk out of the main doors and then got in my car and drove back home. As I got out of my vehicle, It was tranquil, and it felt like a ghost town. I then thought to myself. "This is so strange, and it's never this quiet out here? There is always someone walking or playing in the park or talking to friends. "Just then, I heard a loud crack in the air. Which almost gave me a heart attack. I then listened to the sound again, I then waited for a few minutes, wondering if the sound of a gunshot would happen again, but it never did. I then heard the sound of sirens a few blocks away. I then got inside my house, and I didn't see my parents anywhere. I saw a note that said on it. "Dear son, we are going to live with a friend, so you don't have to deal with us ever again. Love you, mom, and dad." As I read the note, it made my eyes water, and I felt like I was going to cry. I then said to myself. "DO NOT CRY." I then take a few deep breaths, which then calms me down.

The years went by, and another great war happened, and I was then forced to join the army. "Hey, you," I say to a kid in a military uniform similar to mine. "You're a little young to be fighting in a war, don't you think?" I say to him. He then turns around and says to me, "I was the top of my class at the academy, and I graduated school in the junior year." he says to me.

We trained for hours on end just before I was about to faint from being out in the burning hot sun. The alarm then went off. I suddenly heard the roaring sound of fighter jet engines starting up and taking off the runway. "LET'S MOVE, LET'S MOVE," said the commanding officer's. As we were all running to get our equipment, I saw hell like I never saw before. As I look around to find my buddy, I saw him on the ground screaming in pain from a bomb going off which ripped his leg off, I ran to him and getting out supplies to stop the bleeding. Still, as I looked in his eyes, I saw that it was already too late and that he died by blood loss. I then felt responsible for what happened to my friend. As I then staggered to get up off the ground, a bomb went off and took me right off my feet and flew me a few hundred yards and threw me on the ground. As I struggled to get back on my feet, I saw someone pointing a gun in my face. I couldn't make out what they were saying, as my ears were ringing so loudly. The person with the weapon then hit me on the head with the butt of his gun, knocking me out instantly. I then woke up in a prison cell, and the ringing in my ears was gone. I then heard the sound of a metal door opening, and someone came in and said. "Hello, Will you are going to tell me what I want to hear here, and if you refuse to answer, I will make you wish that you were never born." I then look at him with a grin on my face and a say, "Never born, never born? Ha, I wish that I was never born when I was at my house getting beatings over and over every day. So do your worst." I say to him with no fear in my voice. "I was hoping you were going to say that," he said with an evil grin on his face. "Wait, what did you say?" I said he then repeated what he had said to me. I just look at him and then say to him, "What do you mean? 'I was hoping you were going to say that.'?" I told him a little scared about what's about to happen to me. "You will find out, trust me. You will find out what I meant by that," he said with a grin on his face. He then took out a knife and stabbed it through my leg. I screamed in pain, but he did care he just said coldly. "Tell me where your HQ. is, and I will let you go, but if you don't, this will just be the beginning of hell for you." "I'll never tell you," I say, spitting in his face. He just looked at me and said, "What a stubborn little child you are." he then took out a hammer and destroyed my kneecaps. I screamed in pain and tears running down my face from the pain. But He just kept doing this to me for hours and hours. He then stopped and said, "Wow, you are hard to break. I must say." I then looked at him and said with my collar bone sticking out of my neck. "YOU'RE A MONSTER, A PSYCHOPATH!" He then looked at me and grinned again and said. "Oh, I know that's why I love what I do to prisoners of war," he says, laughing hysterically, as he walked out of the prison cell and locked the door behind him, I then heard someone say "Sir that's a war crime." I then suddenly heard the sound of a gunshot and a body dropping to the floor dead and then footsteps walking away from what had happened.

The next day came, and I was on the ground with a broken leg, broken knee, and a broken hand and cuts and bruises all over my body. I then heard the door open again, and a voice that sounded familiar said. "There he is! You take him to the chopper and immediately tend to his wounds." I then felt my body begin picked up and carried to the chopper. I then heard a voice saying frantically, "We're losing him! We're losing him! He needs more blood if he's going to live." Then like the snap of a finger, everything went dark and quiet. I then heard someone say, "CLEAR!". I suddenly felt my body begin jump-started, but everything was still dark and quiet. "Is this how I die?" I thought to myself.

I then opened my eyes. I saw my brothers and sisters in arms looking down at me, and say, "He lives, the man from the dead." I then asked them how long I was out. They then said that it was 18 hours. I then tried to get up abruptly, but there was a sharp pain in my knees. "Yo, Will take it easy." says the soldier that graduated in his junior year. "Hey, Will take a look at your leg." he says to me with excitement in his voice, "Uhm, ok?" I say to him, confused. I then took the sheets that were covering my legs and saw where there should be skin there was nothing there but instead a high tech prosthetic leg, I then started to freak out, and my heart rate then skyrocketed. Everyone tried to calm me down, so I didn't have a heart attack, the next thing I know is a transparent mask, that had a tube that had a drug to make me calm down.

The next few hours of me begin calmed down, a general came into the hospital and said. "Hey, son, how are you doing?" I then responded, saying, "I'm good. Why do you ask?" the general then said. "I know that you were captured and became a prisoner of war, but if you want to quite" I then say confused "quite, what do you mean by quite I fine to go back out there, you know that I won't let down and die, this is who I'm, meant to be sir." The general looked at me and said, "I know. Please, son, it's for your good." I then said, protesting, "it's for my good. What do you mean by 'it's for your good.'"

It took me around 3 - 4 months for my full recovery to go back out on the field and be with my brothers and sisters in arms. The months went by fast. We were sitting in the mission briefing room. The commanding leader said that the mission was a hostage situation. I then said, "Is it going to be like how you took me out of that hell hole?" the commander said, "No, these people are armed to the teeth. I have been thinking that your rescue was bait for a bigger operation that they were planning. So be careful men now let's move out." As I was getting my gear for the mission, one of my buddies came up to me and said, "It's just never been the same without you on these missions" I then looked at him and said. "Im sorry if this sounds mean, but what you side sounded like what a gay person would have said."

As we were walking in the city, we saw some children who were playing on the road. We then walked by some people crying over a bombed building. There were a lot of brothers and sisters there. I then thought to myself, "I could only imagine what must have happened there" as a picture of what happened to the building, and the family that was destroyed from the bombing runs. I didn't know how long I had been staring at that one building, but one of the people in my battalion said, "Will you come with us or what" I then looked at her and said. "Ya im coming."

We walked for what felt like forever, and we then came across a very, very heavily fortified base. John then said. "This has to be it." Another person in my battalion said. "It has a trap written all over it. What should we do?" I then thought for a while and said, "We're going to be splitting into three different groups." I then point at group one and say, "Your Code Name is going to be called Delta. And you're going to flank the left," they then say all in unison. "Sir, yes, sir!" I then pointed at group two and said. "Your group is going to be called Alpha. And you're going to flank the right." I then look at the rest that hadn't been put into a group and said. "The rest of you are with me, and are Code Name is Bravo, and we are going to flank there back. I will call in additional support to help us with the front, but for now, let's move."

I then say to Alpha, "Code Name Alpha, are you in position?" they answer. "Sir, yes, sir." I then say to Delta, "Code Name Delta are you in position?" they then answer. "Sir, yes, sir." I then say. "Good I'm in position, I'm going to be calling in support." They then all say in unison. "Sir, yes, sir." A few minutes passed, and the support came, I suddenly saw that they brought a recon team I then radio over to them and say. "Your Code Name will be Charlie." they then say. "Sir, yes, sir."

I then start talking to the sniper and say. "What do you see?" The sniper then said. "I see three people by the front gate, and I see up to 20 people in the base, they are all very heavily armed, so be careful." Just then, something clicked, and I thought to myself. "The mission briefing might be right about it being a trap." but I still decided to wait until the night fell so that we had more cover, and everyone said that would be better. Night fell, and we all started to close around the base. As I then opened the door, I saw the heavily armed guards looking right at me. It was like they knew that we were coming, as we were looking at each other for a bit, I said, "Hey guys, how are you? That's good, well, goodbye." I then looked at where the sniper was, and I nodded my head for him to fire, just like that the three guards were dead on the floor, we then heard the sound of the gun breaking the silent air, and then the alarm went off, and I thought to myself. "Well, this didn't go according to plan." We then walked into multiple different rooms, where they were experimenting. We then came to the place where a person then shot up from the glass and was saying something. Still, no noise was coming out only blood and didn't have a lower body, just a mechanical spine and a pair of metal legs, and that was it.

As we were walking, I couldn't stop thinking about the scary experiment that they were doing on people in the last 18 rooms. "Hey, why are you doing inhumane experiments on people?" I asked one of the guards. He then turned around and said. "Why do you want to know, you will be joining them after we get everything out of you" I then say sarcastically "Oh really? Well, I guess we have to wait and see?" he then turned around and looked at me and said. "Well, you better say your prayers because you're going to be joining and are tactics of extracting data from are prisoners never fail." I then look at my brothers in arms and say in a whisper, "Is this the place that's called The Final prayer' that we were told to avoid this place.'" but I must have said it too loudly because the guard said. "Oh, so you have heard what happens around here, and you're going to make a great test subject." I then look at him and say. "What do you mean by test subject?"

"Where's Will? He should be back by now?" said the general. Just then, a soldier came running in and said. "Sir, we tracked down Will. he's being held hostage at a heavily fortified base on the outskirts of the city." The general then said frantically. "Well, how is he?" he then says under his breath, "I knew that this would happen." The soldiers then said, "What was that, sir?" "Nothing. Let's get him back." said the general. As the soldiers ran to their vehicles, they then blew up, and everyone who was running to the cars was killed instantly.

"There is someone who is trying to make sure that we were put in this prison?" I said to myself, as I was sitting in my prison cell.

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