Nothing Else Matters Anymore ♥ One-Shot

He who doesn't fear death dies only once. Those words were endlessly repeating, as if the record was skipping inside the mind of Jeffery Stone. These very words were first brought to his attention back in 89, his was 25 and one of the CIA's newly found prodigies, brilliant, level headed, strong will and strong.
But now as he sat, bound to a wooded chair, regret began to fill his mind. There were so many things he wanted to do while he was still young and at 40 in top shape he considered himself young.
The ropes bounding Stone to his seat was the only thing holding up his exhausted body. On a mission to infiltrate the Columbian drug cartel with four other agents, things went bad. An agent had turned and for that Stone knew he'd pay with his life.
If possible his head hung lower, his chin against his chest, as a tear rolled down his cheek. Not because he was sorry for himself, but because he was tired of this he wished death upon him now after two weeks of steady torture. Torture unimaginable to those that never experienced it.
Just as though on cue, the sound of arm boots could be heard in the distance and growing faster. Stone didn't even bother to look up, he knew the face of his tormentor all too well that he say the man in the darkness. A key turned in the lock and the door creaked open.
Grim, as he was called by his co-workers, stood in the doorway at 6 feet and nearly 300 hundred pounds blocking any form of light rays that wanted to penetrate the dark to give Stone some sort of hope. The door closed swiftly as Grim walked closer to his play toy, a cynical toothless smile on his lips.
Stone secretly knew how to end his torture, a reason the CIA thought he'd be a fit teacher after this last mission, and that was to give up. Take the fun out of it for the man.
Before he could think this through he felt the familiar feeling of knuckles to skin, but instead of crying out in pain like he had days earlier he fell silent, numb to the feeling now. This earned an irritated groan from his assailant.
Grim unexpectantly grabbed the throat of Stone, lifting the man and chair slightly off the ground, his green eyes peering into Stone's lifeless grey-blue ones. "What no fight left in ya?" he asked, his Columbian accent making his English almost unrecognizable.
Stone lifted his eye lids slightly, mustered up as much saliva as he could and hawked it into the green eyes staring back at him. Sure he was tossed to the ground harshly landing with an oomph on his back but he didnt care. There was nothing to live for anymore.
He was sure, Jim, Mike, and Emilia his partners in the mission were dead or worse, in the same position he was in.
Emilia. Suddenly images of the beautiful dark haired vixen filled his mind. The two had been secretly dating since it was forbidden in their line of work. But no one missed the looks they shot each other from across the room. Suddenly he was ready to fight back again.
Feeling that the wooden chair that had broken his fall to the rock floor was now in pieces, he struggled to his feet. He blocked out the big burley man that had left the room momentarily after the fall and just focused on getting back to Emilia.
Having lost weight from lack of food, he was able to maneuver the bound hands from behind his back to the front of his body. Feeling hope weld up inside of him he took couple of steps towards the back of the room to make sure he could walk. We he was certain, he spun around to see that Grim was back.
What he saw made his blood stop moving through his veins and his eyes widen. He had a chance against the unarmed man, but now, now he was back to where he started.
"Shit" He muttered, the only words he had spoken since day three of his imprisonment. His blank eyes traveled the length of his captures arm resting on something he couldn't out run.
Grim stood there staring with a cocky grin back at his play toy as he looked down the barrel of a .9 mm semi-automatic gun. Grim didn't like it when they gave up, it was then and only then that he disposed of them.
"Your first mistake of the entirety of your stay, Agent Stone" Grim said with the accompaniment of a shrill laugh. Stone was frozen in his spot; there was nothing more he could do.
"But you knew it was coming" Grim continued stepping forward more, "You know, some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live. But that's not the case with you is it?" He asked
Stone didn't answer; he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he was going to die like this and under these circumstances. He didn't even hear the man's question; he just kept staring down the barrel of that gun.
Grim cocked the gun, "It's a real shame we couldn't spend more time together either, I was just beginning to enjoy your will to survive." And with that, the trigger was pulled.
As if in slow motion, Stone felt the bullet rip through his abdomen with the intent of settling in his soft tissue. He stumbled backwards, but fell to his knees, hand clutching his stomach. As his body yearned to fall forward and just give up, he refused to die without looking up at the world.
When Stone finally fell onto his back, precious memories flooded into his mind but they all ended with him thinking about Emilia. As he felt himself drifting off faster, he uttered his last word, "Emilia" his voice hoarse, allowing the sound to barely drift from his lips before his face was staring no longer at the ceiling but at Grim.
"Where's your precious Country now?" Grim said, before firing a final bullet, this one lodge in his skull between his eyes.
Agent Jeffery Stone was no more.

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