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.