Well, it all started this morning. My friend (Alex) and I drove to school like any other day. We were walking along outside the cafeteria. It was a cloudy day, not very warm, and a slight wind made it even chillier so I wore a sweater. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a green splotch. I turned to see it was a banner promoting the marines. The army had set up a booth to recruit people at my school. Normally, my friend and I would have no problem with that, however, their booth happened to be placed where we usually sit before school starts. "God damn army" Alex said angrily. "Let's just find another place to sit" I suggested. Alex, however, was already walking toward the booth, and judging from the way he moved, I knew he was about to do something stupid. Alex is a little hot headed.
Alex walked up to the booth and stood before one of the marines there as the other was busy with different student. "Good morning" said the marine with a slight smile. "Morning" said Alex, in a rather patronizing tone. "How can I help you?" asked the marine. "Well" said Alex, taking a fountain pen that was laying in front of the marine, clearly belonging to him. "I was just wondering if you guys could move your booth." The marine looked rather puzzled. "I'm sorry, you want us to move our booth?" he asked. "Yes, you see, this very spot just happens to be where me and my friend sit every day, so we would really appreciate it if you could move." The marine's smile was now completely gone. "Uh, I'm really sorry, but it took as about twenty minutes to set this up, if we move now by the time we finish all the students will be in ****""Well" Alex continued, still holding the marine's pen, "they'll be out here again at lunch, won't they?" The marine was clearly starting to get angry. "Son, we are not going to move our entire booth just so you and your friend can sit here!" Alex leaned forward. "Well, **** off then!" He then turned to address me. "Let's go". We turned and left. I noticed that Alex was still holding the marine's pen, and I closed my eyes, knowing was about to happen. Sure enough, we heard an angry yell from behind. "Hey, my pen!" Alex kept walking as though he heard nothing, and I followed suit. I heard running footsteps behind us, and was suddenly pushed aside as the marine grabbed hold of Alex. "Where the hell is my pen!?" the marine yelled. "I have no idea what you're talking about" Alex answered smugly. The marine stared at him with glaring eyes. In a sudden motion, his hand reached in his side, and he pulled out his pistol, cocked it, and pointed it at Alex's face. "I will ask you again" the marine said, shaking with rage. "Where the **** is my pen?" Alex said nothing, staring at the gun in fear. "For God's sake Alex, give him the pen!" I yelled in horror. "Better listen to your friend" the marine insisted. Alex's look of fear turned to defiance. "I'm afraid I still have no idea what you're talking about." The marine's eyes cut through my friend with utter hatred. "So be it" he said, and steadied his pistol, ready to fire.
Without thinking, I tackled the marine in the legs. He fell to the ground, but wasn't down long. He quickly got to his feet and punched me right on the nose. I heard it break, and could feel the tip touch my cheek. Blood was rushing out of it by the time I hit the ground. The marine reached for the pistol, but Alex beat him to it. He grabbed the gun and pointed it at the marine, who reluctantly put his hands up. "Alright, I'm glad you've calmed down" said Alex, helping me to my feet while keeping the gun pointed at the marine. "Now, me and my friend are gonna walk away with your pen. Since you wanna put a booth in our spot, I get to keep your pen." The marine stared at us for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You idiots. Don't you realize what you've done? You've attacked and threatened a U.S. marine, but above all, you've stolen a pen belong to the a U.S. official. You're wanted men, now." I looked at Alex and saw the look of horrified realization on his face. Just awhile ago we saw a show on the history channel about a man during Vietnam who stole his superior officer's pen and soon after was fed to tigers. The marine turned his head. "Ah, here comes my friend now." The other marine who was at the booth, a female of about twenty-five, came over with a look of angry confusion. "What the hell is going on here?" The marine put down his arms, and answered "these guys stole my pen, then beat me up." The female marine looked from the male marine, to us. "You bastards" she said, and drew her own side arm. I could tell from the way she reached for it, she wasn't going to wait to use it. I grabbed Alex, turned, and ran.
I heard shots being fired, and felt bullets whizzing by my head. I suddenly felt a punch in my arm, followed by a white hot pain. We continued running until we finally reached my car. I threw Alex the keys, "drive" I said "I've been shot". Alex, without question, got in and started the car. I crawled into the passenger seat, and Alex pulled out of the parking lot and started speeding away. I examined my arm. I' been shot just above my elbow. I took off my sweater and wrapped it around my arm. I then turned to Alex, who seemed to know what was coming. "You ****ing idiot... you ****ing idiot! Why didn't you just give him the damn pen back?" Alex continued driving calmly. "They took our spot... it's a matter of principals." I stared at Alex in disbelief. "Principals? What ****ing principals? You stole his damn pen!" "Yeah" said Alex "and maybe someday you'll understand why." I rolled my eyes and fell back into my seat. "Where are we going?" I asked, figuring there was no point in continuing the argument. "My house... we should be safe there, for the time being at least." We continued driving for awhile, and eventually pulled up in front of Alex's house. To our horror however, we saw tanks and army jeeps all around the house, and soldiers searching the area. A man in a black suit and a bowler's cap was questioning Alex's mother outside. "****" said Alex. He drove past his house as nonchalantly as he could. "Well" said Alex, "we're ****ed."
Alex continued driving, thinking no one had noticed. However, an army jeep suddenly pulled up behind us. "Oh ****, do you think they saw us?" I asked. Alex didn't answer, but stared nervously in the rear-view mirror. It seemed the soldiers inside of the jeep were trying to determine who we were. I saw a flash of black metal in the mirror, and before I could react, shards of glass were flying all around our car's interior. Bullets bounced off the sides of the car, and the seats were torn and shredded in the storm of lead raining down upon us. Alex and I ducked as low as we could go. We came up to an intersection. "Turn here!" I shouted. Alex obliged, and swerved right at the intersection. The hell fire stopped as we had turned too suddenly for the jeep to react and it continued down the street. I heard screeching tires and knew the jeep would soon be on us again. "Turn again!" I yelled to Alex. "Where?" he asked in a panic. "Who gives a ****?" I answered "just lose them!" Alex made several turns, navigating through the suburbs. Soon we came to a small hill with a creek flowing down it. Up on top there was a large tunnel where the water came out. "Think we could hide up there?" asked Alex, as I got out of the car. "I don't think we could hide if we moved to Panama at this point, but it's worth a shot." We started climbing the hill, and as we reached the tunnel I heard screeching tires once more. I looked down and saw that the jeep had caught up with us. "Quick, get in!" I told Alex, as bullets began hitting the concrete of the tunnel. Alex crawled in, and I followed. We stood in the dark tunnel, staring into it's blackness. "Well, I guess we should continue down that way" Alex suggested, but just as we started moving, we heard a pistol being cocked behind us. "Not so fast" said a voice. We turned, and saw non other than the marine who's pen was now in Alex's pocket. "Well boys, looks like this is the end of the line" he said, smiling rather malevolently. "Why do you care so much about a stupid pen?" I asked. "It's the principle of the thing!" the marine answered angrily, "now give it up or I'll shoot!" Alex reached into his pocket, and got the pen. "Okay... you win. Here it is." The marine reached for the pen, but suddenly, Alex squirted ink into the marine's eyes. He shouted in pain, and Alex quickly grabbed the gun, and pointed it to the marine's head.
"Go ahead" said the marine, "do it! Do it, you've got nothing to loose, you're already wanted for theft of a U.S. officials pen." "Don't do it" I pleaded. Alex looked conflicted, but I saw the muscles in his arm relax, and I knew he wouldn't shoot the marine. Just then, two more marines entered the tunnel, carrying M4's. "He's got a gun pointed at Charlie, take him out!" they yelled. "No!" I screamed, but it was too late. I felt warm blood slash against my face, forcing my eyes to close. The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the tunnel, and soon all I could hear was a loud ringing in my ears. I opened my eyes slowly, knowing all to well what I would find. Sure enough, Alex lay there, filled with holes. Blood was seeping out from all over his body, meeting with the water and flowing down the creek. "No" I whispered quietly. The marine next to me, Charlie, suddenly pointed towards me. "This is his friend, he helped him steal the pen!" Charlie shouted. The marines raised their weapons. I turned, and ran down the tunnel in a zig-zag pattern, bullets dancing around my feet. Soon I came to a shaft in the ceiling. I quickly took off the cover and crawled inside before replacing it. I watched the marines run by, thinking I had continued down the tunnel. I turned in the shaft and saw a soft glow in the distance. Curious, I crawled towards it. I suddenly came close enough to realize it was a laptop plugged into the wall with an ethernet cable. I thanked God for my luck and quickly logged onto Gamespot to ask for help.
So, what should I do guys? Please help!