FLASHBACK
1973
*CRRRS* The rain pelted down on me and my company as we trudged through the deep
forest of Vietnam.
"Sergeant Fist sir."
"Yes, Private what is it?"
"When is the rain going to stop sir?"
"Soldier, Vietnam is a wet country it probably won't stop for weeks or even months."
"Really?"
"Yes, now get back in formation."
"Yes, sir."
*Bang* A sound rang from the forest as the sergeant fell to the ground.
"Get down!" I yelled to the rest of the company
I dropped to the ground, landing next to the sergeant, his helmet had rolled off his head
exposing the quarter size entrance wound. *TATATATATA* The sound of gunfire came from
every direction as bullets flew over our heads, a few soldiers weren't so lucky as they
dropped limp to the ground with bullet wounds. I reached for my M-1911A1 but it was to late
as I looked up into the barrel of a Vietcong AK-47. I moved my hand from my side holster as
the gun stayed aimed at my back. The sound of their voices melded together as they spoke
the unknown language to each other until I could only separate the sound of two, the one
aiming at me and another. That didn't last long as they both went quiet. I laid there almost in
complete silence as the rain still continued to fall down.
"BBBBBB* A sound came from somewhere behind me, followed by
"AHHHHH" The sound came from one of the men in my platoon then it went silent again.
The sound repeated, coming from different directions each time. They're killing them was
the only thing I could think of, executing each and everyone one of us even though we were
defenseless. I counted the screams knowing each kill meant they were getting closer and
closer to doing the same to me; the time came for me when I felt the barrel of the gun poked into
my back. I closed my eyes as I prepared for death, the smell of wet dirt filling my nose but it
never came as I felt myself being lifted off the ground. Two Vietcong on each side held my arms
in place as I stared at the killers of my platoon.
"You American are now our prisoner." Their commander said pointing his gun at me
His accent made it hard to understand but I got what he was saying
"Fuck you." I spit in his face
He smacked the butt of his gun into my face knocking me out. When I awoke I was in a
POW camp the next month of my life was one of the worst experiences ever, as they tortured
me every day until deciding I wouldn't break. I sat in my cell bleeding still from their torture when
a soldier came to tell me they had decided to put me to death he laughed as he gave me the
news. The next day they would do it their choice of execution, feeding me to tigers. They walked
me to the cage where it would happen the place was full with spectators betting on how I
would do.
They put me in the cage first, it was a big round cage with one door and two small entrances
both connected to cages. They gave me a knife to fight with and closed the cage door. Both the
smaller doors opened at the same time as two tigers entered the cage as they fully entered both
their cages closed. My body was sore and ached from the pain and Inadequate food and lack
of sleep. The crowd of soldiers roared for blood as the the two tigers circled around hungry for
human flesh. I watched their every move preparing to counter if they attacked but they were to
smart as they both charged at me "GRRR" they roared as one of the tigers lunged at me, I
stabbed at the tiger, as the other tiger crashed into me knocking me over the tiger I stabbed. The
knife came from my grasp as I rolled off the tiger's back and landed on the ground the tiger I
stabbed leaped forward at the other tiger as it landed on him.
The tigers began to fight each other rolling, around blood leaking from one on to the other
staining both their fur in large red splotches. The stabbed tiger put up a good fight as it bit
and clawed at it opponent but the knife wound was just too much. It used the last of its
strength, biting down on its opponents paw, blood dripped from the paw it pulled its paw
back revealing its two missing digits. The crowd increased in volume as I watched the battle
between the two beast. The injured tiger dropped, as the blood from the others paw dripped
out its mouth. The living tiger released a roar of anger loud enough to stop even the crowd
from talking for a few moments. It bit down on its dead opponent before turning its attention
towards me. It came at full speed straight at me *BANG*
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Hidden Intent
Mystery / ThrillerWas only a normal middle school student when he started his own business an extermination business following in the steps of his father until the day came after finishing a job his whole world turned upside down as he now fights to save his own life...
