The Soldier Next Door

“What are you doing here?”

But then as if with utmost flawlessness, the real click-clack that I was waiting for makes her grand entrance. She does come dressed for the part and taken by her tight black bodysuit. I would be foolish if I for one second believe that she comes in here peace. It seems the very thing I truly expected her to have forgotten by now, has now most certainly snuck up, and as they would say, it has come to bite me in the ass.

But I must say I am still very intrigued.

“What are you doing here?”

Yet she does not say a word.

“Have you gone death? What are you doing here?”

“I do request that you shall show me some respect. After all, I am the one that have you tied up.”

But then next, there is a face that steps out from behind her, a face that I thought I would never see. “Okay, now what the fuck are you doing here.”

I truly believe that my near-death experience has indeed affected my vision. This pathetic little man whose life I saved myself is now standing in front of me with a woman that I foolishly thought that I almost loved.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

This man should be sitting in a military jail, why the fuck is he here. Yet again, the woman in his presence was supposed to have taken him there. Well, that at least makes some sense why he is still here.

But I do not know what both of their intentions is, but I shall for certain soon find out.

“Emma, what is the meaning of this?”

“Do you have any idea how long I have waited for this moment, Ethan?”

“No, but I am sure that you are going to tell me. ”

“You broke my heart and kicked me to the curb. I was just one of your hundreds of women.”

“Emma, I do believe that you were never one of my hundred women. You were a means to an end and believe me a fucking end that I am glad that I never reached.”

“There you go and make fun of things. I do lack to see your humor in wasting someone’s time. You were supposed to have been the one.”

“Please could you refrain from calling me that? I am not the one. There was nothing really between us.”

“But…”

“Just hush, why are you really here? Don’t tell me that you came up with this all by yourself?”

“Of course, not Ethan, there is a far bigger picture to this.”

“Please refer from calling me Ethan as well. It is Lieutenant, but it seems that you have some other way of serving your country. Now, tell me, did you think that you can just come in here and try and kill me. Do you not for one minute think that they will come to look for me.”

“They will think that we have run off together.”

“Well, not even over my dead body.” And yes, right now I should not piss her off but I am going to. “I did not like you from the moment I set my eyes on you, you and your curly messed up hair looking all dressed up as a tramp.”

And if that was not warning enough, I am not sure what could be. In less time it takes me to breathe, I see her lapdog launching at me.

“Johnson I would not do that if I was you.”

I still try to give him fair warning even though I might admit that I am looking much forward to seeing him land on his ass.

My last thought has not yet but exist my mind and all hell breaks loose.

After having successfully been able to untie my hands which only took me the last half an hour, I get up from the muddy floor and look him straight into the eyes. Well, I have never seen a man so scared in my life before. Things are about to get two horrors scarier than hell in here.

My feet gather grip on the slippery floor and I step two steps closer and storm towards him. My hands slam square into his chest. His body snaps back and flies through mid-air. I hear him hit the far wall with a loud that and I nearly hear as something cracks.

I watch as he gets back on his feet and I wait for him once again to make his attack. With what is in less than one…two…three…I smack the damn thing so hard his head snaps to the left. I must say that I am very pleased with myself to see that I am the very first one that has successfully drawn blood.

Then, the damn man grabs me by the hair with all his force and pulls me down. Much to my shock he raises his knee and smashes it firmly into my gut. I gasp for but a second at the forceful impact. I grab him around the knees and rip his legs from underneath him. He soon finds himself flat on his ass on the floor.

I raise my feet and drive the tip of my heel deep into his chest. I watch as Emma all but smiles at me. I don’t know if the woman is so sick that she is enjoying every moment of this. But as I give her a last glance, Johnson finds himself on his feet again.

“Have you not had enough yet.”

Then he pushed me down and pins my back to the floor, he straddles me and furiously starts to pound at my face.

I hear in the background how Emma begs him to back of a bit. But her interference only but annoys him further.

Before he can pound at my face for the fourth time, I get a grip of his arms and smack him back into a pillar. I jump to my feet and launch through the air. I push him even further into the wall. I grab his shoulders and fling him to the side. I glide to where he is busy getting up and ram his chest and drive him back into the far side wall. The impact is so hard that he drops to the floor with one loud thud.

Satisfied that he won’t move, I turn my head back to Emma. But it is not long and Johnson is next to me again.

“Johnson, I warn you, stand down or I will be forced to kill you.”

“I promised Emma and I am not about to become a man that is going to go back on my word.

“Really? You promised her what? Do you truly believe that she cares about you? Do you truly believe that she cares if you walk out of here alive?

And if I wish that he would listen to my words, then I am sadly mistaken, for next, I see him pull a knife from his back. Guess he wants to take this fight to a whole new level.

So as I effortlessly slide my own very one from my sock, well, maybe they should have searched me before they locked me up in here, I step towards him once again.

I watch as there is a slight hesitation in him. But it is not hesitation, it is fear. The last time he felt fear was the night when we slammed those cuffs on his hands, and tonight he shall feel fear again. Unlike him, I am not afraid of dying. I am a Marine, and if this is the way that I shall need to defend my country today then that is how it shall be.

So I step right in front of him and he is right blown away by surprise as I slam his body down to the floor. I pin him between my hands and legs. He kicks and screams up a storm. But there is no way he will be leaving here today. For that, I will make sure.

But he soon throws me off his body and comes to stand by my side. I can hear by his short rapid breaths that this battle has taken a great deal out of his body. The question begs, do I give him pity once again or do I save myself from what is about to come.

I step closer to Johanson and I slowly and forcefully raise him to his feet. I can see his begging eyes asking me to stop and show her forgiveness. But the time for such a novelty has long gone past. As I push her body into the pillar behind her, I slam my knife deep into his chest. As he breaths her final breath, I leave him with one parting thought.

“I told you not to betray your country.”

And as I turn around to find where Emma is standing, I see her disappear out through the hole.