Anatomy of a prisoner

A/N: This tale is supposed to be vague in the beginning… most of the stories on FFnet are dry I suppose. I am creating something different with this, I didn't talk about the main character, or his environment in the begging to spark the reader's interest… I want you to wonder who these people are… why they are there. I don't want to come into the story guns blazing… THE STORY IS MEANT TO BE ODD! So with the review I have already, I say this… if you don't understand the story, mail me and I will type you a brief synopsis. Again, enjoy the story for what it is… not what you want it to be.

Thank you,

Sincerely… QUANTUS

CHAPTER II

The next day came, another cold and dark day. I awoke to find four men in white uniform standing outside of the new prisoner's cell. Other prisoners were watching as well and with great interest. I noticed that all of the uniformed men were Constables of the Terran Confederate union. They stood before his cell as he sat quietly on his bunk. I could see him better now; he was quite young… maybe twenty four or so. He had groomed hair, looked very educated, like a student from one of those Terran Officer Schools. Anyway, he looked handsome for the occasion. One constable came forth and directed his speech at the new prisoner.

"Prisoner 68646, Former Lieutenant James Hackler of the one-hundred thirteenth Flam-Truppen (Flame soldiers) unit, Terran Confederate Armed Forces. You are herby condemned to a no return basis on this space platform for Arson murders of thousands of Terran scientists. What you have done is the worst of crimes, I knew from the start of your career that you were a crazy basterd."

James looked up from his bunk and stood up calmly. He walked to the bars and eyed the constable "Constable, I am not going to lie, I burned every single one of them… me and my unit of twenty men killed more men in the history of our kind… I am a juggernaut." I felt my breath shorten; it was like a mild asthma attack. I sat on my bed the rest of the hour, thinking about my sentence compared to his. Charged for treason, a horrible thing. Although I was innocent, there wasn't much I could do to convince the magistrate otherwise. A short time passed and the bars open, letting us out for some free time. I went straight for the mess hall, which served the most horrible but nutritious food known to man. I sat in the cold steel chair and ate from a cold steel table. I spotted james from my table and he began to came my direction.

Needless to say, I was quite frightened… nor was I in any shape to fight him. James was pleasant, for the most part, but manipulative. "Hello friend!" he said as he scooted his chair across the steel plated floor. The screech my spine tingle. Up close he was different. Instead of a mysterious and far off look, his eyes were right up close, staring right back. "Hello… enjoying your stay?" is all I could manage to say. I was a bit too disturbed by his wild staring eyes. Eyes that reflected the bowels of hell, and the beast which roamed inside. I began thinking my life was finally coming to an end, I thought he might kill me right there. "Which unit were you in?" he asked politely. "Hundred twenty second infantry regiment." I remembered quickly, those hours of studying paid off I guess.

He smiled and nodded. "I presume you were drafted, and had no choice?" he returned. "Oh, well yes, during one of the skirmishes on Mar Sara actually." He nodded… "An old timer then? Well I was bred in captivity, I'm not quite human you see. When I was born I was raised by normal humans working at "Jacob's Installation" the old backwater outpost. At age fifteen I killed them both and they introduced me into the Terran confederacy. Eventually it became the dominion and they used me to command a special Flame trooper unit… we were HYENAS, we burned everything."

I suppose you could imagine me quivering in my very spot. I tried to eat but my throat was dry and slimy, I had trouble breathing but kept nodding. "I later found out that while being bred, those scientists spliced my DNA with tissue from the queen of blades! I was man, and zerg, with no physical difference, accept my eyes. I am stronger and faster than anyone alive! With that knowledge I became angry of course. I went back to Jacobs installation, and I burned every last scientist to the bone. And now, friend I am here!" He rested his chin on his fists and smiled. "Aren't you angry?" I asked him, wondering about his feelings. "Oh! Heavens no, but I feel incomplete. Jacob's installation was the beginning. Have you ever seen an outpost like this aflame in space?" his question hit me like a stone on soft flesh. I stood up slowly and backed away, I whimpered slightly… his eyes were still on mine, hell raged deep within his body. He was like a child, children have sick and twisted minds, but their presence is somewhat pleasing. This man was on a path of death, his mind was closed on this plan and anyone in the way would parish.

Little did I know at the time, I was only along for the ride.

A/N: So as it is being presented, the narrator is telling his story about his experience while following around this "psychopathic" half-breed human named james. You wont learn the narrator's name until the end I'm sorry to say… but I got to keep you guessing.

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