What is life? Is it the chance to do as you please? The chance to love? The chance to kill? For me it's all of these. I am cheese. Well that's what they used to call me before they all died. I was left all alone in this world I made. This world that I devoured… though I regret nothing. This is what I always wanted… and 'they' made it all possible. That's why I thank them. But now I, have to kill them…

It all started as a normal day. The alarms were ringing in my face as I slammed my head into the too low ceiling. The room flooded with shouts of adrenalin and flashing red lights. Kinda like a terrible rave. It was another Zerg attack. Lately they've been sending nothing but lings. Easy pickings 'long we didn't run outa ammo. But all good things come to an end. This time there were a group of ultralisk. Thank god I wasn't on the front lines. The siege tanks let out their earthly law on them as they, and everything around there targets, burst into explosive fires. Thank god for CMC armor sound proofing els I'd die of migraines.

"John! Lock and load! We're going to support them! We have an evac on the way so all's we gatta do is hold 'em off a while got that?" this is my commanding officer, asskiss. Well that's what we call him behind his back. His real name is general. Hoof. Weird right? "I said did you get that!"

"Yes Sir!" I said giving a half ass salute. He didn't care though, all he cared about right now was the fact that there were a crap load of lings swarming in at us. Course this wasn't a problem for us. We had huge ass auto cannons for primary weaponry. We both got the good idea after ripping the things of an old war walker. We later had our suits upgraded so they could let us carry the heavy guns with comfort. The zerglings fell by the dozens as we let the auto cannons rip through their carapace with a gruesome splatter of zerg tissues all over the asphalt. Then came the wraiths.

They streamed through the air as if they were weightless. Shooting beams of pure energy at the ultralisk. After about a half an hour of battle cries, bloodshed, and death the offensive attack was over. And that's when the medvacs came. In all their Wight glory as the angels of war. Of course no one trusted them though, as they could vaporize you in milliseconds with their laser scalpels. So whenever they came they were treated like angels. Till some noob tried somtin on them. Ever hear of that song staby rip stab stab? Well it was based off of his tale. Poor Joe. Never knew what he was getting himself into.

"Can I help you?" an angelic voice rang through the speakers of my transmitter. But then I went to hell when I saw who it was.

"Marry. Why are YOU here?" marry was my younger sister. I'll never forget what she did to me the last time she tried to heal me.

"What? Little sis not good enough to heal her sweet, kind, older brother?"

"Not unless she wants something. What is it now?" By now I was turned around. She used to have short brown hair. Now it's a slightly longer pink hair. In her armor she was about a foot under me. Really I'm only 4 inches taller. It's just that my armors way bigger. "And why'd you die your hair pink?"

"Because I wanted too, and plus, I actually want a favor. Can you beat the crap out of tom? He's been stalking me for a while now and he's scaring me now." Tom was once my best friend in high school. He and my sister started dating towards the end of senior year. We used to call him 'double t' cause he would right his name TTom. We both enlisted and almost immediately got shoved into a zerg attack. We saw so many die that day. Tom was never the same. We went our separate ways after that. Never heard of him till now actually.

"K. haven't seen him in awhile. So where is the bagger?" I say looking around.

"Well what time is it?

"4:23"

"Then he's probably trying to break into my room by now. So will you do it? I mean you two were close once." Holy shit, is that sincerity for me or tom? Either way, it's mad rare, better milk it for all it's worth.

"Maybe. First I'll talk to him and we'll see where that leads." I say this as cool as I can. I get the straight face calm body and I even through in a hand on the shoulder for comfort as I walked past her. I get 5 feet then I remember something. 'Wrong way'. I think to myself. Luckily I see an officer so I just walk up to him casually, put an armored hand on his shoulder. Then I get the cuffs and walk by my sister again. She's still sincere. My win.

"Hey! Double T? You here?" I've reached Marry's room and I found the door open. Figured might as well take a look. "Tom? I know you're here somewhere."

"GET AWAY! SHES MINE!" Tom yelled as he jump into a steel wall, I mean me. I obviously had the advantage here since I was in armor and he was in normal clothing. "SHES ALL MINE! NOT YOURS!" the little man screamed as I picked him up of the ground with one arm. He seemed to cower in his own clothes as he was so skinny. Shredded, and really dirty. This wasn't the tom I knew. It was just another casualty of war. A man who lost himself and clings to the things he used to have. Like Marry.

"Tom. I'm sorry but you'll have to let go of marry or-"

"NEVER! SHES ALL I HAVE IN THIS WOR-"I punched him in the gut.

"SHUT UP!" This seemed to make him cower in his own skin. "Tom… Double T man. This has to stop. I don't want you to end up this way. So quit stalkin my sis els I'll kill ya. Got that?" I say as I let the small man down.

"Big J?" Tom said as he stood to full height. Even without a suit, he was only about 4-6 inches shorter. "Is that you?" by now he was crying but I don't think he noticed. It's something we marines usually have where we cry and not even know it.

"Ya. It's me" I was called Big J in school. Never knew it stuck. After that I think something snapped in me. "And ya know what" I said moving closer to Tom.

"W-what?" Tom replied backing into a wall.

"I never really liked that name. So… I'll bestow punishment on your tainted flesh as I relieve you of your earthly duties." I said this grabbing onto Toms neck, stopping any kind of scream. Then with my free hand I grabbed his head, covering most of it. Enough of it to slam my mechanically advanced power shut and smashing his head into bloody chunks. I had no idea what I was doing. I blanked out around 'ya it's me'. When I came to I was still holding what was left of Toms head. I was sure I was crying but couldn't really tell. I didn't feel anything.

"Tom…" a scared whisper fell behind me. Marry saw the entire thing. Now I felt something. I felt guilt. My sister was all that I had left in the entire universe. And now she feared me. I've turned around and what seemed to be slow motion. She turned and ran. I wanted to chase after her but I couldn't. My body wouldn't move. Turns out my suit locked up at the fact that I killed a civilian. 10 minutes later, a couple other marines walked in and grabbed my lock up body. They had to bash the rest of Toms head off in order to get him out of my clenched fist. I was then put into a jail. No suit, no light, no nothing. In the next few months I had nothing but myself, and one thought. Is this my life?