ANTIhuman (Proof of Concept; Extinction)

Chapter 2

June 12th 2028
10 A.M.

"Tyler, you've been selected for the next mission."
"I thought you banned me from all missions, because my last was a success?"
"You tainted our reputation as a rebellion fighting for peace with it." - So, the humans should've just killed us, to not taint our reputation, right, 'leader'?
"But that's not important now. This team needs you."
"I know they do. The last 5 went missing. My team was the only that returned in the past week." - Finally, they understand that flowers won't resolve this war.
"Just-" "Report yourself at the general, right, I know how this goes."
"You're attitude will be your downfall, Tyler..."
"Fuck you, father."

I don't trust him. Not a single team ever returned successfully. It's a wonder if they return at all. The mission I was assigned was a suicide mission as well. But I fought myself out of it. Are they trying to kill us? How bad must the leadership be for us to die of one by one? This can't be a coincide-
"Tyler!" - A nearly ineligible screaming, next from the shooting range. Do I need to smoke someone's hubris again?
"Tyler, come here!"- And so I did.
"What do you want? I'm doing something right now, but if you want a shooting competition again, then I can spare the time to kick your ass."
"No, no Tyler. I learned my lesson, no shooting competitions against you-" - At least someone is willing to learn.
"Then what do you need me for?"
"Well, these new recruits need some... Uh, let's call it "presentation" from a master." - Through the door, these recruits were shooting carefree at the targets. One handed, two handed, eyes closed. Do they think is this a game? A fucking playground, with their guns being toys?! Pieces of-
"I had other plans but bet."

"So, baby's, you think this is all a game, huh?" - The shooting stopped; I must have caught their attention. Let's show them what this rebellion is really about.
"And who are you?"
"Oh, me? Just the one who will kick your ass if you cause shit."
"You?! You kidding me? You faggot looking ass can't even break a twig." - He lunged at me, trying to provoke me. I laughed.
"Heh, want to say that to me again, you piece of shit?"
And indeed he did say again. And now he had me provoked. I walked up to him.
"A courageous one, huh?"
"Don't even think about coming near, you fuckhead." - He pointed his gun at me... I raised my arms and chuckled. Who does he think he is? Threatening me?
"Hey, we don't want any problems..." I lunged. He pulled the trigger. I took his arm holding the gun. Twisted his arm, and before anyone could react, he laid on the ground, wailing in pain, as I held his gun.
"You know, someone not as cocky as you, would've checked if they still had ammunition in the gun." - I pulled out the magazine and throw the both the gun and the mag on the ground. It landed on the ground with a metal clank. Everyone else backed off. Good.
What should I do now? He learned his lesson, but not the one I intended. I know.
I took out my knife, leaned down to him, and pressed the blade at his neck.
"You know, I've seen you just now. Shooting like you're having fun? Heh, pretty fun now, right? Me holding my knife to your neck. Game over, man. You'll just be reborn, get another chance, huh? Do you believe that." - I could feel his heavy breath in my face, accelerating with every second. Did he even brush his teeth? His breath smalls as dirty as his demeanor.
"N-No... I won-won't be revived..."
"No? Then why do you pretend like killing people is fun? Do you think they will revive? That they will stand up after you shot them? No. You see the life leave your enemies eyes. Them breathing their final breath. Their life is over, just like yours will be." - I could hear the accelerated breath of all the recruits around.
"Tyler, you were meant to educate, not shock them-"
"Don't tell me what to do." -He would've probably let himself be shot, to not cause an upstir, or fear.
"Killing is not a game, fucker. You ended a life against nature. But you should never see yourself above nature. Pay respect to those you kill. Not treat their death like a finished objective. And remember, they have as much of a right to kill you, as you have to kill them. None. So don't pretend like you are above your enemy. Understand?" -He stayed quiet.
"I said, understand?!"
"Y-yes." - He cried, he wailed. He was afraid, he was shocked.
"Good" - I stood up, and holstered my knife gain, as the wet cries of the recruit flew into his fur.
I turned to the others. "Does anyone else want another presentation?!" - As expected, they all shook their heads, and quickly left the shooting range. The soldier looked at me in shock.
"These could have been valuable soldiers?! Why do you scare them off like that?"
"Should I just let them run into war, pretending this is all a game? They should know the consequences of what they are doing, and if they can't handle it, they should leave. We can't have these trigger-happy soldiers, who just do it for the thrill of it. Who are we, the AoF?"
Just a sigh, and then I could hear his metal-plated boots walk off. I was alone.
And before I report myself to the general, I had something else to do...