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Caught

Fliqpy threw me behind a wall. He didn't say a word as soldiers poured from the helicopter. They surrounded him. I watched from afar as he smiled his insane smile. I could see a few people tremble. They knew that smile. I watched as he took his sweet time to kill each person, using the other half-alive soldiers as shields. He was so fixated on making sure everyone suffered while I was stuck watching. I didn't even hear the two men sneak up behind me.  

I was whipped around and I could feel a bone or two dig into my insides, making me cry out in pain. One man slapped a hand over my mouth, as the other peeked over the edge to see if Fliqpy had heard. From the quick dart of his head, it didn't seem like he did. I blinked through my tears to look at the men. I didn't recognize the uniforms. The man with his hand on my mouth slowly took it away, and I looked at him. He had blonde hair. He looked at the other male, with brown hair. The blonde spoke first. "I didn't realize that he was hurt this badly," he said to the brown haired man. The other one nodded. "At least there's one survivor in this mess," he said. They looked at me. I realized they didn't know that I knew what they were saying. They thought that I was a native. 

The blonde smiled. "We are here to help," he said slowly. I glanced over to Fliqpy. The blonde shook his head. "Do not worry about that bad man," he said. My face must've been covered in blood and severely battered if they couldn't tell that he and I looked the same. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't without pain shooting throughout my body. The brown haired man kept me down. "Do not try to move," he instructed. I shook, reaching out to Fliqpy, in hopes he would see me. 

The brown haired man took my arm and set it to my side. "We need to get him back to the helicopter. I can't tell if he's bleeding internally," he said to the blonde. The blonde nodded and looked at me. "We are going to get you up," he said, wrapping my arm around his neck. The brown haired man did the same with my other side. I cried out, feeling my body resist the movement. I wanted to call out to Fliqpy or Splendid, but I couldn't. I couldn't find my voice. 

They moved slowly and carefully, avoiding Fliqpy's sight. I looked around, wanting to know where Splendid was in this mess. I looked at the mess of men and women on the ground. It looked as if a bomb had went off. I whimpered in pain and desperation. I didn't want to go, I didn't want to leave Fliqpy. As much as we despised each other, we relied on each other to live. 

As a last resort, I managed to break the chain around my neck that held my dog tags. While the two men were busy helping me walk, I slid one of the tags in my pocket and dropped the other one. I hoped that Splendid or Fliqpy would find it. 

As we approached the loud chopper, I noticed the logo on the side. It was the Army I used to serve. 

I shuddered, hoping that no one would know who I was. The two men helped me in, and before I realized what I was doing, I was screaming Fliqpy's name. 

I desperately cried out his name, seeing him turn to face us. His face drained of color and he had a large frown on. I watched his eyes go from anger to fear; something I thought I would never see. He rushed towards us, but it far too late. The chopper took off, and I was pulled back into the helicopter. 

I felt tears swell, but none ever came. I felt a strong hand take a hold my shoulder and pull me in. Before I turned around, I heard a voice I hoped to never hear again. 

"I knew it." 

My blood ran cold.