Special Force

Part 4

Suddenly, a window broke. "What the fuck?!" Yamai immediately reacted. I looked at the weird metal thing. It looks like a spray can but it's a little bit different than the ones I've seen before. Suddenly the whole room started to fill with gas and the bottle started spinning. Another one of those entered the room and I was slowly getting dizzy. 

"C'mon get upstairs!" I told them and ran upstairs. I grabbed a dirty shirt from my room and ripped it into 4 pieces and gave each one of them a piece. "I know how to stay conscious, just copy me." I opened my pants and Jimmy immediately turned red. "What're you doing?" He asked. "Just.. watch," I told him while I was peeing over my piece of shirt. I can't believe I'm doing this, but it better work. 

"The fuck?!" Yamai said. "Pee deactivates the gas... So you won't get harmed." I explained while fixing my pants. "Just do it already!" I told them and held the wet shirt over my nose and mouth. It smelled like crazy, but I had to ignore it. I wanted to stay alive. I had to. 

An idea formed inside my mind and I ran downstairs. I remembered I had a handgun somewhere, but I hid it 13 years ago. I broke a vase and looked at the ground. Nothing. I broke another one and there it was. Bonus! An old handgun was lying on the ground between the broken vases. I grabbed it and held the cloth close to my mouth and nose. My eyes started to tear up and my eyes were stinging because of the gas. I don't know what it is, but I can't see clear!

I ran back upstairs after seeing what the situation was like. I got back to the guys while hiding the gun behind my belt. "Stay here, climb out of the window when I scream 'go'. Got it? If not, leave without me." Yamai looked weird at me while rubbing his eyes. "How the fuck do you know all this shit?" "I don't know, we'll talk later!" I insisted and walked downstairs and grabbed my gun. 

I hid behind the sofa and heard the people walk inside with gas masks. The lights were still off but the flashlights from the gun they were holding. I peeked a bit over the sofa and saw an LM500 ELITE-UM10 Tactical. I recognize this model, this is bad news. 

I sighed softly. How can I do this... I looked around, I saw nothing that I could throw at the people. Besides, they were wearing high-quality armor. The lines are down and the only thing I could think about was leaving the house and never coming back. 

I lied my gun on the ground to grab a photo from the side table next to the sofa. Inside the frame was a picture of us four on stage. It was one of the most beautiful moments in my memories. I could still hear the crowd screaming our names, screaming fan-quotes or having their phones with flashlights up in the air. 

Suddenly I heard the stairs and noticed the attackers were going upstairs. I had to do something! I lied the picture on the ground and grabbed my gun. I shot into the wall on the other side of the house. Most of the attackers came downstairs and searched for me. I held my breath and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the cloth. 

It really did smell awful! My tears were getting a little out of hand and I almost couldn't see clearly. But I couldn't give in. I had to fight! 

I got up and shot again. I missed. Damnit! All guns were pointed at me now. "We're going to shoot if we have to." One of them said. "So drop the gun." Another said. There were 4 men, I couldn't tell which of them were women or men. I just take them for men. I kept my gun pointed at one of them. 

"Drop them yourself!" I told them. "We don't want anyone to get killed, we won't shoot if you'll drop it." One of them said. This one sounded like a woman. "Who are you?" I ignored their commands. Since there wasn't any DEA, CIA or even FBI sign on their uniforms, I took them as criminals. "We're from another secret service, the Special Force. Would you take your gun down now, Tariq?" 

When I heard that name a bell started ringing in my head. I saw a picture of myself in the mirror, talking to myself. On my shirt was 'Special Force' written on my chest. My vision got back and I dropped the gun and the cloth. It was just a matter of seconds before I lost myself and everything went black. Sudden pain in my head made me lose full consciousness and I was lost in the cold darkness. 

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The light, it was so bright. Where am I? I looked around but everything still was a blur. What am I doing here? Slowly I got my sight back and looked around. I was lying down on a bed with white lights everywhere. I got up and grabbed my head. The pain in my head is immense!

I looked around. This seemed like a normal room, a bedroom. I was lying underneath the black blankets on a king-size bed. I got up and walked around slowly. I looked into the mirror, I was suddenly wearing new clothes. All white. It was a kind of uniform which I surely recognize, but I don't know where. 

The Special Force. Is this a dream? When will I wake up? My mind was racing with questions. Why did they kidnap me? Where are the boys?! The three guys ended up in my mind. The panic was getting into my head and started to breathe heavy. 

I quickly got outside the room and looked around. It was a white hallway with a couple of doors and stairs who lead up. I opened the first room. There was one of them lying on a bed, it was the same as mine looked like, black blankets with white furniture. I grabbed his arm and tried to shake him up. His eyes opened. "Eh..." Came out of his mouth and rolled over. I sighed. Yamai was just fine. 

The grumpy man got up and looked around. His eyes were calm and he seemed to not even care about this all. His hair was all clean and brushed, he doesn't even look like his dirty self. His white uniform was the same as mine. His eyes landed on me. "We fucked up big this time, didn't we?" He asked.