The familiar sound of gunfire rang in my ears as I ran down the narrow passage. My eyes searched for the ladder I knew would lead up to a nice sniper nest that would assure me high rankings, and no punishment for low ones that day.
I reached it, and was about to climb up when something else caught my eye; another person. He sat against the wall with his gun lying a few feet away from him. Despite the fact that the red band he wore on his arm signified he was on the enemy team, he probably wouldn't cause any harm, in fact he barely seemed to register my presence.
Suddenly, the Old General's words from the night before came to mind, "Everyone goes insane here eventually, happens to the best, it's only a matter of time..."
Was this what he meant? Driven Insane by the sick games we are forced to play, and the punishment that might follow?
Slowly and cautiously I stepped towards him, the badges on his uniform told me how much higher in rank he was than me, and just how long he'd been here. "Sir...?"
He jumped, eyes snapping towards me. I could see two things in his eyes, fear and insanity.
My attention was brought to the sound of boots clicking against the floor. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this; but I jumped in front of the man, readying my gun, and defended him. Gunfire was exchanged, and the horribly familiar excruciating pain exploded in my torso. However the female before me fell first and I was left on low health with the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
As the game ended, I tried to figure out why I had defended the man, was it that I felt sorry for him? No...We were not supposed to feel things such as sympathy or empathy. That was wrong. I was wrong.
I thought about what would happen to the man. He would most likely be deactivated, all those badges, all that work he had done would be tossed. His name would disappear off the rankings w/o mention, and a "noob" (as they called the young ones until they moved up rank) would replace him, and that would be it.
A very familiar feeling they called anger rose in me. They could at least recognize him and his work.
We all trudge off to the barracks to rest and wait for the next battle.
When I arrived I was surprised to find two guards waiting to escort me to the main building. Other soilders threw me an assortment of nervous, confused and curious glances. Some even smirked, b/c a trip to the main, as it was often called, was never a good thing.
They brought me to a large white room full of machinery. They took my guns and other weapons and sat me on a chair surrounded by more machinery.
The Boss, the mysterious who ran this, whose name remained unknown, stepped into my line of sight. "Too many human feelings are never a good thing; they make for a bad game, Kuro. They will not be allowed." He turned, waving his hand. "Deactivate it."
Hey guys! This is just a little BrickForce thing I wrote. It's set in a world where the characters are maybe created, a humanoid robot type thing however you wanna put that and are forced to fight. But maybe being so human is a mistake...
Kuro_Kan is my BrickForce account by the way, I couldn't just like use someone elses name lol
Well, thanks for reading!
~Kuro-Kan and Shika