Bullet Casings Of Hell

Chapter 18: Rage (severe violence🗡️🗡️🩸)

I was mad, severely mad as I was ready to take a life but a total of 3 and I never cared what the consequences are going to be of killing a soldier that is not the enemy, but I don't care because I will take away what Scott has that is irreplaceable. I walked to the canteen, and I see Scott and his friends waiting in line for some lunch. I grabbed an empty metal tray from a table, and I walked up to him and....

SMACK!

I smacked him very hard that he fell backwards on an empty table that it broke in half. Then, I pulled my knife out of my side and I stabbed him in his groin area and tore out his john and his testicles out. He screamed in agony that he felt his testicles with his stick being pulled out with the end of my knife. Reginald grabbed me and slammed me on a table as he tried to hit me in the face repeatedly as I kept blocking them. I grabbed a fork from the table and stabbed him in the eye that he fell on the ground, and I went at him and grabbed the fork and stabbed him in the other eye and then his throat repeatedly.

Kyle kicked me off him and punched me until I grabbed my combat knife and stabbed him in the hip repeatedly, but he still fought me that I felt a punch in the face as he placed me in a choke hold. I bit his forearm that I tasted his blood and Head-butted him in the snout and I break his arm by turning it the wrong way as a loud crack was heard. I then stabbed him under his chin with my knife that I saw the fear from his eyes which satisfied me. The bystanders intervened and tried to pin me down. I still saw Scott still alive but in critical condition. He doesn't deserve to live after what he did to Loona.

I still resisted when 5 anthro solders tried to restrain me, my PTSD overpowered them a little. A Doberman anthro got me in a tight headlock and what pissed me off is when a few medics arrived and tried to save Scott's life.

"DON'T FUCKING HELP THAT RAPIST! HE RAPED LOONA!" I shouted out of anger.

"Stop resisting!" The Doberman anthro shouted as he tightened his grip around my neck.

My PTSD finally reached its peak, and I broke free from their grip, and I ran at the medic and punched him in the face which instantly knocked him out and I grabbed my knife and thrusted it into Scott's throat to finish him off. Him and his friends are dead.

I came back to my senses as my PTSD vanishes and looked around and I see everyone giving me scared and terrified looks. I looked at my bloody hands and saw what I done. I know what the consequences will be, and I froze with silence. I heard footsteps as I see Chole and Natalya running in the canteen. I saw Natalya's eyes widen of seeing what I done. I had no choice, I wanted to end my life because no one will understand or care about that I'm mentally broken. I did the honors of grabbing Scott's pistol from his holster and aim at the side of my head and pulled the trigger.

I felt someone grab my arm before the gun went of that it missed my head and went in the ceiling and the gun was pulled out of my grip and was pinned down to the floor. Why did Natalya won't let me die? I wanted to die because I'm mentally broken. I started sobbing as She grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the canteen. I can't even tell how mad she is. I was taken to an interrogation room, and she made me sit down and she just left the room. I went a corner of the room and I felt of seeing illusions again of my nightmares and me killing mercilessly. I couldn't stand it.

Natalya watched me go insane from the view window and sighed and thought about a last resort solution she was thinking if I was on the borderline of going mentally unstable to murder and suicidal. She pulled out brochure about a mental institute that cares of mentally disorder individuals that accept humans and anthros to recover and she was considering of discharging me and sending me there, but Chole wasn't sure it was a good idea anyway and tried to reason with her since she found out why I killed Scott and his friends.

"General, he can be cured mentally if we give the alpha team a second chance to help him." Chole says.

"It didn't work, it didn't fully help him, and he killed three soldiers and tried to kill himself. He's not fit to be in the military. He must go to a mental institute." Natalya says.

"General, did you know what happen to Captain Hounds today?"

"No. I didn't. Why?"

"Loona was beaten to death into the ammo depot room and Dr. Kimberly showed me the rape test kit results and it matched Scott's and his friends DNA. They beaten and raped her. That's the reason Stan went insane and killed them." Chole explains.

"Even that is true. It's for Stan's sake that he goes to the professionals to fix him. Look at him, he's crying, and shouting. That's horrible PTSD signs." Natalya says.

"Then, maybe we should do better to help him. We can't just give up on him. He done a lot for us and him being a human hero in a fur army will prove that we can coexist together. You care about him as a child of your own, do you?" Chole asks as she explains.

"Yes. I cared about him ever since he was young when I was trying to investigate the murders that his parents done. I saw him home alone in the front yard. He never knew his parents are furry murderers at all. I wanted to adopt him but there was no way because I failed to get solid evidence to arrest his parents and take him with me as my own. But I failed him, and he is mentally damaged because of me." Natalya says in guilt.

Chloe was shocked of what Natalya said and tried to help her not give up.

"General, you can still help him, he's here now and I know you can help get through this. He proved himself worthy here anyway. All he wanted is someone that care about him. Natayla, please don't make the same mistake twice by sending him away and it will haunt you forever." Chole says as she pats her back.

"Bring the Alpha them here then, they need to hear this from me if we are going to help Stan ourselves." Natalya commanded.

"Yes ma'am." Chole solutes as she left the room.

Natalya sighs as she watch me crying in the corner and felt her heart being stabbed by her own guilt.