Reality

Minutes later I concluded that this isn't me or my body and I was handed a mirror to take a good look at myself.

''What is this?'' I asked.

''That is an electromagnet hooked up to a car battery'' the man in the room replied which then brought more questions from me.

''Why do I have a car battery hooked to my chest?''

''Well, that is because you would be dead if you didn't'' the man then went further to explain that I was exposed to an explosion and though I didn't get killed, the shrapnel from the explosions got into my bloodstream and the electromagnet is what is keeping the shrapnel from getting to my heart.

He even went further to say that he had seen this before in his village and most people don't survive for more than a week with that in them.

This piece of news brought even more shock and anger to my heart.

Getting a good look at where I was now it looked like a makeshift cave like structure and the man in the room seemed to be preparing

some food of some sort and one noticeable thing were that there were active cameras in the room, and they were also obviously one exit which was a huge metal door.

''We have met once before you know. At a technical conference in Berlin, if I had been that drunk, I wouldn't have been able to stand much less give a lecture on integrated circuits''.

''Where are we?'' I asked.

*Clang, Clang*

The sound of iron hitting against iron to open the huge metallic door was heard along with an unknown language.

''Come on, stand up, stand up and raise your hands, don't do anything, and just follow me''.

The man earlier with me said in panic as Arabs walked in after unlocking the huge door and they came up to me saying unknown language which was later translated by the man next to me into…

''Welcome Tony Stark, the most famous mass murderer in the history

of America, he wants you to build a missile, the Jericho missile you made for the army''.

''Can I negotiate?'' I asked my translator which he translated to them, and their reply was positive.

''As much as I want to help myself out of this crisis and strip.

this car battery off me, I am not Tony Stark''.

The leader of the Arabians without waiting for the translator squinted his eyes even though he doesn't hear English, he knew

well enough what I meant by the statement 'not Tony Stark 'and at the flick of his hand the

fellow men behind him pulled me towards a water source and my torture began.

They kept soaking my head into the water and bringing it out and as soon as I was about.

to take in air, they put my head back into the water.

This continued few times before they decided to stop and took me outside the eerie cave still masking me.