teachers made me write this

	When I was nine-years-old, my grandfather walked up to me and said, "Don't be such a wimp, Darco. You'll never succeed if you keep crying." I wanted to prove him I could be successful, so I trained myself to stop crying. But I didn't know the disadvantages of this feeling called "sadness." I finally realized the truth about not feeling sad when I was at both of my parents' funeral. Everyone was crying, except for me. I didn't know how to describe this feeling of despair. I felt heartbroken, but I never had a rain of tears in my parents' funeral.
	When I was there, my aunt, also known as Auntie Susan, looked at me with a displeased expression. I thought she would assume me as a monster for not being saddened over loved one's death. I did care about my parents. Maybe it was because I didn't expose my feelings after all. I didn't know.
	After a few weeks, Auntie Susan adopted me and I started showing signs of lack of communication, social skills, and even loss of appetite. My doctor diagnosed me with broken heart syndrome; and yes, it is actually a disorder. Besides that, my aunt was very friendly towards me. She would help me with my homework, and listen to me when I needed to talk with her. She also had a good amount of patience.
	Then, I had a new next-door neighbor, and his name was Mark. When I first met him, he had a cheerful personality. He had dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes, Caucasian looks, and wore casual clothing. We became friends, went to the same schools, and eventually ended up being CIA Agents together. Because of Mark, my heart broken syndrome was cured. But then, after a few years working together, Mark became missing. All I knew was that he was designated to go to Saudi Arabia and gather information regarding about the terrorist leader, Dragunov Hajjar.
	Dragunov Hajjar, a terrorist leader, was one of the most wanted criminals. He was responsible for a shootout in Las Vegas, deploying Sarin gas in New York City, and performing illegal human experiments. He was never touched by any policemen; he was impossible to capture.
	Because of this, some CIA Agents were chosen to spy on Dragunov Hajjar. I was one of those chosen CIA Agents. Before Mark was considered missing, he told me to wish him luck in his mission, and said, "this may be a dangerous mission, but it's worth a shot. You and I became CIA Agents for this purpose: to protect good from evil."


	I was in the CIA Headquarters, which is located in Langley, Virginia. It was clean inside. It was like a normal office like where people work. It was roughly crowded, and there was a lot of movement going on. After I soothed my anxiety from hearing that I was being chosen to spy on Dragonuv Hajjar, I sat in my office searching for cases about Dragonuv Hajjar. I had to gather information about him so we could form a "friendly" interaction with each other without him having being suspicious about me.
	When I found some files about him, a co-worker of mine walked up to me. "Whatcha doing, man? Searching for life support?" he said sarcastically. I shook my head.
	"Nah, I'm just searching for some information about this dude." I said. He sat across from me.
	"Oh, you mean Dragon Hajer? Wasn't that responsible for―" he said.
	"Dragonuv Hajjar." I corrected. "Also, aren't you Omar Marshmel?"
	"Yeah," he said with a pleaded face, "I'm Omar Marshmel. You can call me Marshmellow since I come from a white family." He checked his watch on his hand.
	"Alright, I'll be going now. I need to finish filing some paper works." he said while walking away. I noticed he had an unusual appearance. He had brown hair, brown eyes, a brown suit, and wore khaki pants. It suited him very well.
	I examined the Dragonuv Hajjar cases, and found very interesting information about him. He had a long black and gray beard, and was near his late 50's. He was also muslim, and was semi-Caucasian. I then place the Dragunov Hajjar cases away.
	A few days later, me and Marshmellow met again, but we only had a short conversation for five minutess. I had to leave to Saudi Arabia, where I can spy on Dragunov Hajjar. Thankfully, I learned how to speak Arabic. The main problem was that I looked American. I could be easily assumed American by many people. To solve that, I just started sun bathing to darken my skin tone to look less white.
	When I arrived at Saudi Arabia, I was told to go to a small bar near the ghettos. I went there, and it was nice inside with some Arabic music on. It looked normal to me, so I felt relieved. It was small, so the interior wasn't detailed much as I  expected.
	I walked up to the bartender, and asked, "where can I find Dragunov Hajjar?" He stopped polishing a glass cup, and looked at me.
	"Dragonuv Hajjar? Yeah, he's inside the VIP room." the bartender answered. He showed me the way to the VIP room, and it was luxurious. It looked like a rich-man's bar. I saw three men sitting in a table in the corner of the VIP room. There was one with a blue T-shirt, one with a red and black striped shirt, and one with a sand-colored shirt. They both had khaki pants, and I could assume the one with a long black and white beard was Dragunov Hajjar.
	I approached them, and greeted them. They greeted me back, and I sat with them. Though, they were friendlier than I thought.
	"What do you need in business, brother?" one of them asked.
	"I saw your job in the internet where you're looking for trained men for combat." Dragonuv eyes widened in surprised. He seemed to understand.
	"Ah! Are you looking forward to an interview?" Dragunov questioned. "Alright, let's start off with some basic questions." He asked me many questions about personal information like what I would do to promote terrorism. Obviously, I tried coming up excuses as fast as possible. I tried to make them similar to Dragunov's interests in his terrorism organization.
	After the interview, he tested my combat skills and strategizing skills. I passed his expectations, but I was his janitor for a few weeks which was nothing special. After a few weeks, I became part of his organization's combatant squad. They were all quite fit-looking, and had healthy habits. I communicated with them to get them friendly towards me, but some of them wouldn't cooperate well.
	However, things changed when I followed Dragunov to his human experimenting room. In the bar, there was a door chamber that lead to the experimenting room. I followed Dragunov in there without knowing and saw the most horrifying room I've ever seen. There were alive people in chambers begging for help, and worst of all, some of them eating themselves alive, and all their hair was gone clean. Dragunov entered a lock combination code next to a door, and it opened the door. In there, there were a group of scientists working on human experiments shown in the cameras. I guess you could call it the intercom room.
	In one of the cameras, I saw a person that looked like Mark, but he was bald. He wore white clothing and looked very skinny; you could see his bones through his skin. The intercom room had a lot of desks, radios, and monitors. The desks had documents of each subject in the human experimentation chamber. I thought the room would be organized like the rest of the bar was, but it didn't impress me to see it was disorganized. I started to get nervous because there was no hiding spots. If he caught me, he would toss me in the human experimentation chamber.
	Dragunov tapped the microphone, and cleared his throat. "Is subject-193a resisting still?"
	A scientist looked at the camera, and replied, "no, he seems to be unconscious, for now."
	"Good, I want you to resume the experiment." Dragunov said.
	"Yessir." said the scientist. The scientist looked back at the guy that looked like Mark, and made an evil smile around his face. He grabbed a syringe and injected something inside the subject. Dragunov started communicating with the other scientists through the intercom, and I watched their actions carefully. When Dragunov was about to communicate with the scientist earlier, he heard screaming coming from the scientist's chamber.
	"What's going on?" Dragunov asked with an alerted expression. The scientist was laughing wickedly.
	"It works Dragunov!" the scientist exclaimed. "The Seize Virus worked successfully!" I looked at the subject carefully, and it was Mark. Mark was captured. I watched in terror as they tortured Mark in his chamber. I haven't felt this "shock" in a long time. I didn't know how to describe it.
	 I silently exit the intercom room and attempt to find the chamber Mark was in. I was running for my life trying to save a friend who was important. I then found his chamber, and it was in a small white room. He was chained to a seat, and quickly, I pulled out my handgun and shot the lock, and kicked the door open. The scientist had a knife equipped and pointed it at me. I shot him in the neck, and he fell to the ground. Mark was heavily breathing fast and was panicking. He couldn't see because his body was locked to the seat facing the wall.
	"Somebody!" Mark shouted. "Get me out of this thing!" Then there were loud alarms. The lights turned off, and the entire human experimentation chamber turned dark. It was hard to see, but thankfully there were emergency lights which were red, but not powerful enough to give enough lighting to see clearly. I untied Mark from the chair, and he got up struggling to stand.
	"It's okay man," I said, "I'm here."
	Mark became surprised and said, "how did you―"
	"Eh, it's a long story." I interrupted. "Let's continue this later, and get out of here." Then I heard a gun loaded behind me.
	"What do you think you're doing?" said a voice behind me. I turned around and saw Dragunov pointing a pistol at me. Oh no. I put Mark on the ground, and dropped everything I had including my handgun. I put my hands up and stood on my knees. Dragunov approached me while pointing his pistol at me.
	"You know," Dragunov said, "I hate people like you. You are pathetic. You think you Americans are powerful than us? Your nation doesn't deserve people like you. You are weak. Now, say goodbye to this world."
	Before he was about to pull the trigger, I knocked the pistol out of his hand, and grabbed the knife the scientist had on the floor. Dragunov quickly pulled out a pocket knife, and it was a one on one combat.
	"You little son of a god―" Dragunov said while breathing heavily. "I'll make your death much more painful than just now." He quickly charges at me with his knife, and I kicked his chest and knocked him on the ground. I quickly jumped on him and attempted to stab his chest. He had very quick reflexes, and reflected my stabs with his knife. I then got stabbed in the stomach, and it started to bleed in my insides. I was pushed against the wall, and finally, I was laying on the floor. Dragunov slowly approached me, and shook his head in disgust.
	"You really are no American." Dragunov stated. "Any last words?" I saw Mark approach Dragunov quietly and slowly with a blade without him noticing. I had to delay Dragunov from killing me.
	"Terrorists like you―" I said as I caught my breath, "may be hard to defeat. But I have the pride of an American with me. I'll stay by America forever, even if I die for eternity!"
	Dragunov chuckled, "Pathetic." He raised his knife and attempted to stab me, but he stopped. Mark stabbed him in the back. He fell to the floor breathing densely while having his hand on his back to stop bleeding.
	"...can't move―" Dragunov said while struggling to move. He laid flat on the ground and his back started bleeding with the knife inside his flesh. "You―"
	Mark chuckled lightly, "Don't forget about me." I smiled right before my very eyes. Mark became the hero. "Are you alright, Darco?" I nodded my head as I slowly got up on my legs.
	"Yeah, I'm alright―urgh..!" I cramped my stomach and looked at the knife. I knew that it would make bleeding much more worse if I took out the knife. I put my arm over Mark's shoulder, and we limped together to the exit of the bar. Before we exit the human experimentation chamber, Mark and I sat on the ground, and I contacted reinforcements.
	"I contacted backup." I said while looking over at Mark. He sighed in relief, and we both relaxed for a while on the floor. It was still quite dark inside, and the only brightest thing I had was my phone. I shined my phone on my wound, and it was bleeding outside now. It started to hurt a lot, and I started breathing deeply struggling to hold in the pain. I keep the knife in place of my gut, so it doesn't move and cause further damage. I examined the area around me, and grabbed cloth and wrapped it around my stomach. It should ease the pain.
	A few hours later, there were gunshots heard outside the bar, assuming Dragunov's combatant squad team is fighting off the reinforcements. We couldn't just sit there.
	I quickly looked over at Mark. "Reinforcements arrived, but it looks like they're fighting people." Mark's eyes began to blink fast. "Eh, are you okay dude?"
	Mark shook his head and collapsed on the floor. I quickly checked his pulse, and it was beating slower than ever.  I turned his body over, chest facing the ceiling, and started monitoring his heart rate. A few minutes passed, and it looked like he was fine, just in a coma. I slowly opened the exit, and checked if nobody was outside. There was the bartender hiding under the counters with a reloaded pistol. He didn't seem to notice me. I left the exit quietly, and found a pistol on the floor.
	I quickly grabbed it, and the bartender saw me. He shouted, "the traitor's right here!" Quickly, I run across the bar room while shooting the bartender. He shot back, and I shot two bullets, and hit his leg and chest. He dropped dead to the floor, and I hid behind the counter with the bartender's corpse. Then, some of Dragunov's combatants rushed in the bar, and aimed their guns around the room while slowly walking with flashlights on since the bar was quite dark. I checked the clip magazine for my handgun, and it was empty. I realized I didn't have any magazines for it, so I quietly placed it on the floor, and reloaded my pistol quickly. In a flash, I quickly stand up on my knees and aimed at the combatants, and fired my pistol. I shot one down, and they tried firing at me quickly as I hid for cover. When their firing stopped, I peeked and shot my pistol. When I hid for cover again, I checked what the bartender had, and he had one hand grenade with him as well. I grabbed it, pulled the pin, and threw it behind me wishing it would hit someone.
	KABAM! I heard painful screaming, and peeked with my pistol. I shot my pistol at the last combatant, and ran back to the human experimentation chamber to get Mark. His body was laying on the floor, and I checked his pulse again to see if he was still alive. It was beating much more slower, and I knew he wouldn't last long. I quickly carry his body, and ran outside. All of Dragunov's combatants were dead, and military reinforcements arrived in time.
	One of the soldiers walk up to us and asked, "Are you alright? We'll get you medical attention immediately."
	Immediately, I lifted Mark's body, and put him into the soldier's shoulder; they were using the fireman's carry technique. We go into an aircraft vehicle, and the soldier lays Mark in a transportable medical bed. He inserts an IV line in Mark, and quickly checked his blood pressure.
	Other soldiers entered the aircraft for an evacuation, and I lay on the transportable medical bed. My stomach isn't as painful as it was before, but it was still excruciating. I could feel the aircraft lift off. I closed my eyes as my vision began to whiten.
	I wake up in a hospital with the wound and the knife gone, I touched my stomach with my palm, and it was slightly painful. I looked around the hospital room, and I was in the hospital bed. The floor was clean, and the interior was nice as well. I had a remote next to me to contact the nurse. There was a person here, and it was Auntie Susan. She had shorter black hair, and had wrinkled skin. She looked older since I last saw her, and she was asleep on the guest chairs.
	She slowly wakes up, and makes a friendly smile. "I see that you're awake now, Darco." she said. I smiled slightly at her because she was here with me since I got transported to the hospital.
	But then, I realized something. What about Mark? I cleared my throat, and asked, "What happened to Mark?" Her smile broke and she looked down on the floor saddened slightly.
	"Well..." she explained. "I don't know what to say." She shook her head like something struck her mentally. She started blinking faster than normal, and a tear came out.
	"He's... gone." she said. I felt something struck me, and I couldn't describe it. Was it pain? Grief? I don't know. It made me feel disheartened. I smile broke too as I looked at the sheets where I was on.
	"I'm so sorry." Auntie Susan said. "...sorry." I began to sniff, and a tear came out of my eye. She looked at me and tears of happiness came out of her eyes.
	She looked at me and smiled, "You're crying." I wiped my face, and realized: I am crying. My eyes became more watery, and more tears came out. My curiosity made me ask myself: What killed Mark? I didn't think Auntie Susan knew, so it wasn't best to ask her.
	Anyway, long story short, I fully healed in the hospital, and when I asked Mark's doctor what was the cause of Mark's death, he responded that a viral infection killed him, but the virus remains a mystery.
	A few years later, I visited Mark's grave in a cemetery, which was located in Portland, Oregon. I would stare at Mark's grave, and think about the memories he has given me. Before my father's death, he told me:
	It's sad to see when people who gave you the best memories, become a memory
	And that was true. I guess he was right. But, I didn't want Mark to become just a memory. I wanted him to become the best memories. The sad thing is though, I haven't had a moment to say goodbye to him. I don't know why, but I guess Mark was my hero. Heroes will always be heroes, villains will always be villains. So maybe this is my chance to say goodbye.
	Before I left Mark's grave, I placed a couple of toy cars we shared when we were young next to his grave. I stared once more at his grave, and said, "Goodbye friend."