Missing in Action

Chapter Thirty Two

Missing in Action

Chapter Thirty Two

Cassidy's P.O.V

I was stood in the middle of a large room that smelled like oil and metal. Two massive sets of doors rested at each end with a mechanism by each door to open them. The room was entirely white, right from the bottom of the long walls to the very top of the cylinder shaped roof.

I took a step forward and the sound echoed around the empty space.

I scanned the room to look for any indication of where I was.

I was in a plane hanger. One that would fit three planes in.

I thought I herd the doors opening, so I turned around to look, but the iron doors hadn't moved.

"Where am I?" I whispered.

Then I heard faint voices. There were three, and they belonged to men. The words swirled around me, but they all said the same thing.

Dead.

Just one word. One word that echoed past me over and over again. It got louder and louder until the voices were yelling it.

I tried to block my ears from the sound, but the voices just got louder.

"Stop!" I yelled.

They didn't.

I fell to the floor.

"Please, please just stop," I whispered. "I can't be dead," I added.

The voices stopped and I felt a hand on my back.

"It's your choice," a man's voice said.

I turned around and there he stood dressed in white. All of he scars and bruises were gone. It looked like he had never been in combat.

"Henry," I said.

"Hello Cassidy," he smiled.

He helped me get up off the floor.

I looked around again. Boxes and tools rested up against the walls.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"I thought you'd recognise your own plane hanger," Henry said.

"Why am I here Henry? And- and how are you here?" I said frantically.

"Because you have to make a choice," Henry stated.

I shook my head. "This is a dream," I said.

Henry sat down on one of the boxes.

"It might be," he said. "But it won't end until you make a choice".

"What choice Henry? I keep making choices, but they only end in pain," I told him.

"I know," he said.

"Then what choice is there left for me to make!?" I demanded.

"You must decide if you want to live or die," he said calmly.

This couldn't be happening. Surely this wasn't what death looked like. It had to be a dream.

"Where are we Henry?" I asked again.

"I've already told you that," he stated.

"Yes, but how can we be here? You're dead Henry and I'm... I'm- I'm stuck in the middle of hell," I said.