Silver Dragon: Hello! This is my first Warhammer 40K fic. It's based off the book, 'Fire Warrior'. And if I write any other fics. they too will be based off of Fire Warrior, or any other book I read to do with 40K. Heh, I'm only on the third chapter and I already had the urge to write something off of it. Anyway, enjoy!
(Kais' P.o.V.)
Moving, silently as possible.
Striking, efficiently, perhaps beyond my own capabilities.
Watching, as their bodies arched, blood pumping from their wounds.
Trying, attempting to block off their dying screams, the pain they're experiencing before they slip into oblivion.
I was once told that we are all apart of a big machine. Each a gear to make sure it stays working.
We live and die for the greater good. All of us having our own niche in society, in the plan.
I've always doubted if I actually fit into the grand plans that my society preached.
I was different from the others, not only by heritage, but also by personality. I question the acts, the missions we are sent on.
Broken out of my thoughts, I shoot down more enemies as they came around the corner.
Strange how I feel so in differed about how many of these humans I kill.
Then again… I've realized where I am in this plan, this niche.
I have found my part.
I am in different of whom I kill.
I no longer care about my comrades' safety.
I don't care what measures I take, as long as the job gets done.
I am a machine.
A killing machine.
I am a monster.
I am the demon my people had, and still do, fear and revere.
Silver Dragon: So? Do you like or do you not? Please review!
