ANTIhuman (Proof of Concept; Extinction)

Chapter 1

June 12th 2028

10 P.M.

"Tell us where the Rising Sun's base is, and we'll let you live."
"Fuck. You"
I spit. A spit of anger? No. A spit of dominance.

The pulsating pain from the buttstock. Like a wake-up call. At day? A go to sleep call? Well, if it was one, it didn't work.
"You punch like a little girl, fuckface." – Seeing his face turn red, and his fleshy face twitching in anger. A sight to behold, with a pinch of blood in your maw as an appetizer.

"Fuck, bring him in"
Bring who in? Another soldier? Another guy to beat me up? It takes more than tha-
Him groaning my name... "Tyler", stung deeper than any knife. Mark, lying on the ground in his greenish uniform stained with his own, not his enemies' blood.
"Stand the fuck up, recruit." – But my words were overshadowed by his wailing pain. Kick after kick, the enemies shoe got bloodier, and Mark's screams quieter.
"The fuck do you want from us?!" They laughed. I showed my teeth. I fletched them.
"Now see who's showing their fangs. I can't wait to rip them out if you don't talk." I lashed out. I caught his finger in my jaw, and with a single tensing, I could feel the warmth flow into my mouth. I spit it out, into his screaming face.
Mark was lying there, motionless. Blood was collecting below him. He's dead.
"Let me guess? You killed all other wolfbloods as well?"
"Good fucking guess, and a right one at that!" – I didn't even see the knife. I was too concentrated on his bitchy friend, crying over his finger.
I could feel my arms behind my back loosen. Moving. Bleeding.
With a single kick, I knocked the soldier away. Throwing his whining friend over like a bowling pin.
I took the knife and ripped it blood-soaked blade out of my hand. I could feel my fur heavying with the flowing warmth.
"Guess what, fuckfaces?!" – A single click of the safety activated the wave of blinking lights. Thousands of red eyes creeping in the darkness. Behind shelves, behind trucks. Waiting to blow with the slightest touch. A stage for death, staged to be the end. The curtain call
Turn to your death, fuckers!
And with another click of the trigger-
The light, too loud.
The sound, too bright.
The death...
Too fast.

But you don't care about that, don't you?
Just meaningless deaths in a meaningless world.
Something to quench your thirst for violence.
Something for you to be entertained by.
Probably didn't ask yourself how it came to this situation?
Am I right?
You didn't at all question why we even were in this situation.
A shame.