Hellfire for You...
What is it that makes us human?
Is it the fact that we think?
Is it the fact that we kill?
Is it the fact that we can change the world?
Or is it the lack of these things?
…Being called a human is a sing of weakness….
No one is truly human anymore….
You’re a hybrid, a morph, or an imperfect….
Yet………
There are those that believe that humanity still exists
Not as a species….
But as a form of being…
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………………………………………………………Wishful thinking for me….

I have long since crossed that line, leaving most of my sanity behind with it. Now I have become nothing more than a tool used for demise, nothing I do can never change the fact that my soul is long gone.
Most of the time I find myself against the wall…
Every time…. The memory…of the past… it hunts me…. Everyday…. It consumes me… It poisons me… It kills me… I’m going numb… I… Can’t… feel…. I… can’t…

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The minigun rocketed back and forth with its own recoil, the forces of it making my arms vibrate, every time, time slows down…. The bullets exit the spinning barrels, as they fly through the air; they emit shrill sounds, like the screams of banshees at night. as the bullets enter the body of my enemy…. An explosion of color erupts, splintering bone, crimson death, screams of agony that only fuel my lust for death further…

……………………….I won’t lie anymore… I am insane; so many years of agony have stripped my soul away.
I remember my parents telling me, that no matter what I did, I would one day grow up to be something great…. If they saw me now, what kind of reaction would they have? Would they still believe the same fact? Or would they curse themselves forever having me? What if she saw me? What would she say? Would she still love me? Or would she hate me?

…Its no use thinking about it, she’s dead, and the reason why I am, what I am. Why did she have to die? Why did she have to do it?

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At one point in my life, things had been peaceful, I was an honor student at school, I had great parents, and I had been born a healthy morph, but I was different from other morphs, I looked like a normal human child, both my parents looked like…. Well… like normal Banette morphs, humanoid in structure, yet maintaining their Pokemon heritage intact. But I looked like a normal human boy. It didn’t really matter, everyone in the village was happy to have me around; I used to be so helpful, so cheerful….

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Another one of the bastards got too close, I shot him several times in the chest, then blew his head clean off his shoulders, his lifeless body falling right in front of me. I ran towards the nearest wall, avoiding heavy gunfire in the process. As I got near the wall, I realized somebody else was there. It was Mike, he was an eevee morph, young, maybe no older than sixteen years old, he was normally cheerful, but I won’t lie… he was a coward. Mike was never really a good fighter; in fact, the only thing he was good at was healing people. He sat there curled in fear as shells, bullets, and the occasional attack passed by us, the boy had tears in his eyes, as I got behind cover I came towards him, I grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and began to rock him with quite some force, trying to bring him back to reality

“Dammit mike! Get a grip, and start killing!”

Mike looked terrified, his eyes filled with an almost inhuman amount of agony, just then several explosions rocked the small wall we where standing behind, Mike got so terrified that he punched me in the face, it would have hurt, if it hadn’t been for my visor, he spoke in an almost girly voice

“I’M GETTING THE FUCK OUT!!!”

Before I could stop him, he got up and ran as fast as he could, I sat there, unable to move, my leg had been caught in a crack, I struggled to get it loose, finally after several seconds of struggling and cursing, I managed to free myself, I was quite pissed of

“Mike…. GET BACK HERE AN FI-”

Before I could finish my sentence, a massive blast erupted at the spot that mike had been.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”


His scream of agony was the last thing I heard, and after that I felt numb. I was disoriented, I had no Idea what was up or down, the world was nothing but a blur of ghostly images and deceiving mirages. Then, after what had seemed like hours, I began to recover from my sudden numbness, the first thing I did was run towards the spot where mike had been.

When I got there, Mike was screaming in agony, half of his body was gone. As I got closer, I could feel his agony, as I finally got to his side, he grabbed my by the collar of my armor, he spoke in a faint voice, one that told me he was dying.

“Ple…please…give…give…give…this…to…my……………” he held his hand to me, I grabbed the small note, but before I could react, another explosion erupted, this time in front of me. I was struck with such force that I was lounged several yards back. For a few moments I could feel and see nothing again. The whole world had gone numb for a second time, my hearing was fuzzy, but my sight was still true. I looked at the spot where mike had been…

Nothing but a crater now. The only proofs that a living being had once been there where the scattered patches of blood. I looked down at my own armor; I was drenched in Mike’s blood.

I tried as hard as I could to get up, but I couldn’t. Finally I saw all of my fellow soldiers running back, several passed by me, and they were running in terror. I realized they where trying to escape something, I looked to my left and saw a grove in an old torn down wall. I managed to crawl in the grove. Several shots and explosions rocked by. I saw many of my fellow soldiers be shot to death, torn to pieces by enemy gunfire. It was a full retreat; I was too weak to move, or do anything for that matter. That’s when I saw it, two huge figures were walking right by each other, they where huge monsters, the size of a six story building, they had what looked to be some kind of tank on their backs. One of them passed on top of where I was hiding. They were half mechanized, I could not tell who or what they were…. Darkness was slowly claiming me…. Before I could do anything, I passed out.

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The same nightmare…
The whole village set ablaze…
Fire… death….
And then…. She did the only thing she could…. to save…me…
She pulled the pin…. Ran towards the attackers…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

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I woke up in a clod sweat. The same damn nightmare… always, the same nightmare….
I slowly tried to get up, and to my surprise, I could. My head was a blend of thoughts, then the events that had just occurred came back, I looked at the sky, and it was dark,

“Nighttime already?”

I looked around me, there were bodies everywhere, most of them where torn to pieces. It might have been night, but did not mean I was out of danger just yet, I had to find a way out of this city, get to the base… but I had a long walk ahead of me…
So, I began my small trek back home.

Little did I know this trek…
Would become a trip to hell itself…

FATE.


(Sitting here on this rock...Isn't it relaxing, Hank?
I think not, Master Chief.
Kinda makes you want to break into song.
Actually, I'd rather run out of ammo in a field full of grunts, Master Chief.
Aww cmon...I'll start.
I love the laser,
I love the A.rifle
I love the C.Grenade
I love when Warthogs fly
I love the whole world
And all it's sights and sounds
Boom de YADA...Boom de YADA...Boom de YADA...Boom de YADA...
I love the turret
I love stealing ghosts
I love the banshee
Especially when I crash
I love the whole world
Especially when we win
Boom de YADA...Boom de YADA...Boom de YADA...Boom de YADA...
I love the rocket launcher
I love the pistol whip
I love to T Hank,
At least until he Quits.
I love the whole world
It's such a war torn place
Boom de YADA...Boom de YADA...Boom de YADA...Boom de YADA...
See...that wasn't that bad.
Felt like falling off the rock the whole time, Master Chief.
Looking forward to singing another song in the round? How about row row row the boat? Hank?
"Hank falls off rock"
Did he just fall off the rock?
I think he did, Master Chief.
Why'd he go and do something like that, Mack?
Didn't find him much of a singer, Master Chief.
Looking forward to another song, Mack?
Actually, it dosen't...work so well with only the two of us, Master Chief.
...Oh. Do you know Kumbaya? Mack? Mack? Come in Mack? Mack?
"Peers over rock" Mack!? "Falls over the edge.
No noobs were harmed in the making of this video.