Dream/Flashback
"Izabel, save yourself! Get out of here while you still can!" my comrade Will shouted. I was pulling him along because he got shot in the leg and in the stomach so he couldn't move.
"No I cant leave you! What am I supposed to tell your family? I got us in this mess! Its my fault that the plan went to hell so I gotta get you out of here!" I exclaimed. Our plan was actually blowing up in our faces.
We were on a secret mission that only a few people knew about in Iraq. There were 12 people on the team including me in my platoon. We were supposed to be in and out. There weren't many people on this base at the time because most of them were on a mission quite a few miles away. The plan was to be in and out, kill as many men as possible and find out where they were going to be striking next. All was going well, we were already on the base. Our time frame was perfect, be in and out in under five minutes. I had set it up myself. The other troops weren't supposed to be back for at least another hour. At least, thats what I thought. We had killed of more than half of the men that were on the base at the time and we only had a few rooms left to check for plans. I told the men to split up to make it quicker so we did. I had found the room were the plans were and I was to busy seeing what was going to happen next to realize that the other soldiers had came back early. All the sudden I heard more gunshots than before. I ran out just in time to see my friends getting blown up and killed. That is when I found Will.
"Look, my family knew the risk that I was taking when I came over here but yours don't. My family knows I will probably not come back. So leave, now!"
I knew he was right but I couldn't do this to him; any of them for that matter.
"No can do soldier. You know what they say: No Man Left Behind."
I picked him up and threw him older my shoulder and took off running. Some how I found an empty truck and sat him in the drivers side, "Go, Will. I will get back somehow. Go see your kids again."
He looked at me with sad eyes, he knew I probably wouldn't be coming back. "Good luck Izzy. It has been an honor serving with you." We then saluted each other and he took off. I smiled sadly to myself before grabbing the AK47 from my back and getting ready. I found another empty truck and began loading my comrades into it. I put the most non hurt into the drivers seat. There were only five guys that I had piled into the truck so there were five more left.
"Aiden," Who was the driver, "Go now! Get these men to safety. I need to find Jacob and Tyler. I will be back at base soon."
"But-"
"Just go!" I shouted. He floored the gas peddle and got the hell out of there. I ran back into the gunfire and shot at anything that moved. I saw two of our soldiers lying on the ground. I ran over to them and checked their pulse.
"Dammit!" I shouted. They were dead. I was too late. I kept looking. But all the rest were dead. I was too late. Half of my platoon was dead because of me. Tears filled my eyes. These men, they were my brothers. We had served together for four years. We were all close. Now they were all either critically injured or dead; and it was all my fault. Anger suddenly filled me and I went on a rampage. I killed at least 50 of them before my amo went out. Though even then, I killed probably eight of them with my bare hands. By then, I was surrounded. They pushed down on my knees and tied my hands behind my back. They tore off my helmet and when they saw me, a look of shock flashed over all of their faces.
"A girl?" I heard people saying. I just smirked. These men just got their asses handed to them by a women. The leader walked up to me and smiled the evilest of smiles.
"A women eh? This will be fun."
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Teen FictionWARNING: Triggers. Will be lots of swearing. Could get into some touchy subjects like self harm. Please don't copy my idea guys! Please read, comment, recommend, like it or whatever. Enjoy! Izabel Blake is an Ex-Marine/Ex-Spec Ops with no real home...