The Mission

Chapter Two

Margaery POV:

"Breathe. It's okay. You're going to be okay. Just breathe. Breathe. Life has thrown so much on you, and despite how difficult things have been, you've survived. Breathe and trust that you can survive this. Trust this struggle is part of the process. And trust that as long as you don't give up and keep pushing forward, no matter how hopeless things seem... you will make it."
That's what my heart is telling me right now.
"I am refusing to give up hope, even when everything seems hopeless. I will not let the terrorist take my life or my dignity. I am Margaery Connan. And I do not care about the opinions of those who judge me for my father's crimes."
And that's what my brain is telling me.

They are killing every single person that comes in their way, even if it's a child or an innocent person. They are killing us with no mercy, without even blinking an eye.
I'm curious what these people are made of? I didn't mean to call them people, sorry. But for real, do they feel good when murder innocents? I'm curious again.
What are those people made of? How can they be so cruel and heartless? How can they call themselves human beings when they act like monsters? Do they feel good when they murder innocents? do they have any consequence or remorse? Do they ever think about the families and friends of their victims? Do they ever wonder how their own children would feel if they were in our shoes? I'm curious again and again, but I don't think I will ever find an answer that makes sense.

I'm trying my best not to get myself out of here, but the smell is disgusting. I am hiding in the old bathroom of the school under the ground. Yes, there is an underground secret floor and there's a bathroom in it that hasn't been cleaned for years. I think if those terrorists won't kill me the smell will, unfortunately.
It has been 5 minutes, and I can barely breathe. I must leave the bathroom and find another hiding place. There are no windows here, no oxygen, no light, only insects.

I am just walking until I feel something touch my feet. It is boxes. I touched them and realized there are too many of them. I keep touching them and discover the whole floor is full of cardboard boxes.
What's inside them? Maybe stuff or maybe books or something for school?
But I can't stop thinking. I have a bad feeling. I know it's something bad. I grab one of the boxes and open it. They are weapons.
WEAPONS. Weapons in school.
Not just weapons, they are weapons of mass destruction. I started breathing hard, very hard. I threw the weapon away from my hand. It's big and heavy.
I don't know what to do. I can't see them, but I can feel them, touch them, know how dangerous they are.
I take a long breath and step back twice. I know this is related to the terrorists. Maybe they came for weapons. They're killing people for this. But why? Why the hell are weapons stashed in school here? Do they have to kill those innocent people who are not involved in this terrorist operation? That means that they'll find me, they'll come here to get the weapons and they'll find me and kill me.

I don't have time to think about why they came. I must get out of here before they find me. I am such a stupid, stupid, stupid girl. Why did I come here? Why? Why?
I am trying to walk, to the exit, the way I came in, but I can't find it. It is too hard, too dark. The floor is full of rooms and boxes, I can't take it anymore, the sound of weapons showing and screaming, I am collapsing to the ground and crying, losing all hope I had.
My only choice was not to die, but it doesn't seem like a choice. I am going to die, either as a victim or as a hero, so I got up, whipped away my tears, and took two weapons. They are both machine guns.
I am trying to find a way out but there is no door. I noticed there is a ventilation shaft in the ceiling of the room. I think it is for gas. I am trying to climb up, but it is too high. I have an idea to stack the boxes of weapons on top of each other and stand on them. Finally, after several attempts, I got into the damn hole. It is narrow and darker than the underground floor. I am crawling, and crawling and crawling, but there is nothing I can reach. But at least I feel that nobody will find me. That is good. The more I am crawling, the more I'm hearing clearly, the more I'm getting closer.
I feel like I don't must get out of this ventilation shaft, but I must. Maybe I would die for a cause.
I hold my guns in both my hands, ready for anything.
Inhale... exhale...

I push the door with my legs, checking what's in the room before leaving the ventilation shaft, it is the library room, there are dead bodies, blood, blood... no one's alive, I was about to enter the room when I realized that I'm not alone.
It was a terrorist, he was filling cartridges, thank God, he didn't see me. I didn't know what to do, kill him or wait for him to leave, of course I won't wait so I pointed the weapon at him and fired at lighting speed.
I shot him.
I shot someone in his heart.
I killed him.
I feel like I'm just like my father now. I think I should be right now so let the inside me come out.