We're
all just animals. Animals fighting in this "war of life". We're
all soldiers. Genetically enhanced, natural born, scientifically
enhanced by a powered exoskeleton. It doesn't matter. As long as we
fight. Fight and kill. Bleed and die. Our deaths won't matter after
its happened because there will be the once under ranking soldiers to
replace us, and new; young rookie soldiers, to replace the once under
ranking soldiers that now took our place. I earned the title Fox. I
lived as a Fox. I died as a Fox. As a soldier lost in this war of
life. I was an animal. Since when could I be tamed? Never. And maybe
that's what led to my death. It doesn't matter. As long as there was
someone as good as me to earn the title Fox, and replace me. As long
as that person is there, then that's all that mattered. I died, and
was brought back as a mindless cyborg ninja. Just wanting revenge for
something that I needed to give me peace. I felt nothing. Just the
lust for death. And I was an animal. The man I looked up to. He was a
natural born soldier. Nothing but skill and tact made him that great
war hero. He too, was a used object. Just used to fight. That's all
that we're used for. Didn't you know?
Even as children we're
animals. We play these innocent games were we kill. Pretend guns kill
our friends. And we just laugh. Because we don't know what we're
doing. We don't know what its like to actually feel a bullet rip
through your body, or how it feels to actually kill someone with your
own weapon. To be facing your opponent, and be able to actually kill
them. To feel their blood on your face, to see their blood on your
hands, your body and clothes. Not at that age anyway. We won't learn
until we grow up to be those toys of the government to fight their
battles. We're just innocent little things. But we're still... just
animals.
My best friend. We fought each other. Only one came
out lucky that day. Of course, he was the winner. Only animals could
fight friends. What drives two people so crazy to go and fight each
other, when they were so close. It never made sense to me; but I'm a
soldier. I fight because I'm good at it. Not because it's right, or
wrong. It's all I'm good at. It doesn't have to make sense to me. As
long as I can kill, as long as I'm not being held down. I wasn't
their tool, or my boss's tool, I was a just doing what my instinct
told me to. Like an animal that couldn't be tamed.
