An Adventure Book

Adrien; Part 3; Final

"Adrien, help me!" A female yelled as her arm was stuck under a large car that was flipped and turned upside down. She looked no older than 25 and no younger than 20, a slim body with tight features, hazel brown hair and a pair of dark shades to cover her eyes but worried filled behind the glasses. Adrien was dazed as he had hit his head and had gotten a minor concussion. What happened? He didn't have time to think as gun shots were heard hitting the sand all around him or whizzing past his head. Ah, he remembered what happened! It all flashed back before his eyes.

They were some place in Afghanistan, exactly where he couldn't remember, but they were tailing a Taliban operative that were sending threats to the US Government and the CIA sent him and another officer over to settle things. Well.. the mission didn't go so easily: The Taliban took up arms against the two as they found out they were sent by the CIA and weren't part of the local government and started firing at the two.

The woman who was sent with Adrien was named Jewell and she was a respective woman who could be hard at some times and soft at other times. They both joined the CIA at the same time and went to the same college and trained together. Over a four-year time-span, they grew closer and closer until they decided to be a couple. He proposed to her shortly before the mission and they were planning to marry shortly after they returned.

As they ran from the gunfight, they got in a car and started to drive. Adrien leaned out his window and started to shoot and the men following had the same idea and thrice the firepower. As they shot they must have shot a wheel as there was a loud POP and the car began to swerve. "Hold on!" Jewell yelled out to Adrien as she tried to keep control of the car but the tires squealed loudly and left black tracks as the car swerved to the side and then flipped, rolling over three times and slung out the two of them and settled upon Jewell's left arm and Adrien slid on the road which knocked him out.

Hearing Jewell's voice again brought him back, "Adrien, help!" Gunfire began to get louder as the three trucks stopped and began to fire at them but the car took most of the shots. Adrien stood up and tried to walk to her but instantly fellas his entire left leg was completely shattered. "Agh!" He yelled in pain as pain shot through his entire body which forced him to the ground. The gunfire stopped and the grunts from Jewell's ill attempts to release her arm from the metal grip of the car got louder. The men began to move around the car to see Jewell and Adrien there and laughed. They spoke in a foreign language and laughed at Jewell. The two didn't have any guns as they were to give their pistols up to meet the Taliban operative.

One walked up to Adrien and examined him then kicked his side, making him shrivel up and fall to his side. The man kneeled down beside his face with a grin. "That your woman? Ah, we treat her nice, yeah?" He said in broken English which made Adrien mad enough to spit on the man's face. The man coiled back and wiped the saliva from his eyes with a hand, keeping his grin. "Ah, no matter..." He looked down at Adrien and as fast as lightly, grabbed his knife and quickly cut his wrists and twisted his hands off of their sockets. Adrien yelled in pain, going into whimpers as he felt weak and had a nauseating feeling rise in his body. The man turned and looked at his men and said something in the foreign language and they all turned to Jewell, some with their guns up. They both knew what was going to happen next.

The man spoke again and they all cocked their guns and pointed them at Jewell. She turned to Adrien, knowing neither of them could do nothing. "Adrien, I love you." She said and with that the men all began to shoot her.

"NOOO!" Adrien yelled and something began to happen: His leg quickly healed and his hands went back into their sockets as his wrists healed up quickly. He got an adrenaline rush as he quickly stood up and went to the man who snapped his wrists and threw him into another and began to fight the other twelve men. As he fought one, the others shot him but it had no affect which was strange. Adrien's eyes began to glow a dark purple as he quickly began to beat each man to death until he got to the main man, his clothes soaked in different colorations of blood. The man whimpered as he crawled away but Adrien kicked him onto his back and placed his foot on his throat. "Ack! A- W-Who ar-are you?" The man asked, fear in his eyes and his voice.