— A very quick flash back —
Alex was a soldier, he was a sniper shooter. which makes him stays up at the rooftop and shot everyone he sees.
"it's been three days and we can't see anyone, let's tell that to the general." one of the soldiers said.
After the soldiers talked to their general, they immediately packed their stuff.
"we're heading back!"
"finally!"
"wait..— there's.. three sniper shooters are missing.."
"oh... Alex, Tom and Chris!" one of them took out their phone and called them.
"they're not responding!"
"where the hell did they go?"
the three of them were hostages for the enemies.
"what the hell..—? ouch.. my head.." Alex mumbles, looking around, he was jailed into a small, tight and dark room.
"HELLO??? WHERE AM I??" Alex panicked, kicking the metal door.
"oh hey, you're finally woke up." A deep voice was behind that door.
"where am i...?" He asked again.
"you're with good hands, obviously." The man finally opened the door.
Alex breathing was getting heavier, once he saw the man, he knew he was so fucked up at this point.
"you're so professional with snipers aren't you?" the man asked and got closer to Alex, he crouched down.
Alex stared into his eyes and immediately pushed him away with all his power.
The man quickly knocked him with his head.
"a-agh!! stop—!" Alex shouted.
"you started this."
"wheres.. wheres my military unite..?" Alex asked.
"it's funny, cause they left you." He answered.
Alex blinked his eyes several times, there's no way they would leave him behind.
"You seems shocked?"
"whatever." Alex heart was beating faster.
the man looked down at Alex and kicked him, then choked him.
"A-agh! w-what are you doing?!!!" Alex tried to pushes him away.
"we're going to have so much fun, you're a hostage." The man smirked.
"a-a hostage..—?!" Alex gasped.
— after eight months of torturing, raping, and beating the shit out of him —
"throw him out, we don't need him."
"he's dying anyway." The guy took Alex who was passed out and throw him at the ground.
after few hours passed by, Alex slowly opened his eyes, groaning in pain.
"I'm... am i.... in hell..?" Alex whispers to himself.
Luckily, a military untie was walking by and they saw the laying man.
"is that a dead body?"
"Alex!!" one of his untie saw him laying on the ground, full with bruises and marks.
Alex stared up at the sky, it was raining. "am... am i dead...?" He barely talked, his voice was so low.
"you're not! we were looking for you! you're alive!" His friend shouted happily.
"ah..... no.... im hallucinating...." Alex tears were running down his cheeks.
"cmon buddy, let's get you home." He carefully picked him up.
Alex groaned in pain, every bone in his body was into massive pain.
"i-I'm... im... scared..." Alex teared up.
"it's okay, you're in good hands now."
"n-no... no... i never w-was." Alex stutters.
Shooting sounds and bombs made Alex flinch every time he hears them.
"T-Tom...Chris... w-where are they...?" Alex asked, shaking.
"uh.... they're dead.."
"i-i wanna die too.... please.... i won't make it... i-i can't do this anymore..." Alex was trembling.
"we're going to get you home Alex, don't worry."
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"he needs a therapist." Alex's general says.
"PTSD syndromes again?" The other general asked.
"yeah, he can't be a soldier again."
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Loke: qnq oooooohmygooood pooor Alexieeeee
Leo: those bastards... tsk. *sighs*
Zack: they deserves to die, every single one of them.
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