Human Error

Fear is the Greatest Weapon

The Chinese and Japanese generals looked rather impressed with Serpent; it wasn't just his size, it was the amount of detail he had that made him so closely resemble each species he had implemented into him. Not to mention the fact he could speak.

General Zion made a hand motion, and then yelled out his attack signal. On cue, the armies took a second, then a rain of bullets bombarded the creature. The subjects who had swords and chakrams got a bit closer, and then they fought their way through. The gigantic beast blew over 50 of them with just a swipe of his paw. They were not dead, just dazed.

"My fellow subjects, listen to me, hear my words," he said, voice booming over the noise.

Many of the soldiers ceased their attacks for a moment, then went back.

"Why do you fight a subject just like you? I may not look human, but I am a test subject. These humans created us, they threw some of us away, they made us monsters in their eyes. Aren't they the real monsters?"

The children had gathered their weapons and strength, ready to fight now. They stood behind Serpent, listened to his words, and gazed up in awe. He was fighting them with his words rather than killing them. This was something they hadn't really seen before, something that made their gears twist and crank.

The fighting stopped again and the army looked at each other. The three generals now looked worried as they peered at their armies.

"What are you doing? I order you to attack now, kill this thing, and kill those children if you can't take them alive," announced the American angrily.

Very few tried to fight again, and those that did quickly stopped.

"I do not wish to harm my friends, nor those who are just like me. I want to live a peaceful life like these humans do. I want to hunt, to live in a home. A real home. I want to eat the food I wish, to be able to make and see friends. I do not want to be caged and forced to fight for them, I do not want to be poked and prodded by several needles injecting who-knows-what into my body," he said again, his body bleeding a bit. Most of the attacks didn't penetrate his out layer, but some did.

The kids came out and in front of the large beast now. They dropped their weapons in front of them one by one, then stood strong.

There was a blast of cold air that washed over them, and then something manifested before them. It was light blue and glowing; a body. A person with ashen antlers and tattered clothes. A boy with pale, veiny skin and hairy legs. A boy two of them knew well.

"A-Antlers?" It was Eyes, who now took a step forward. Silencer followed and they broke down into tears. The satyr opened his arms to hug them, only being able to for so long. He then turned to the army and generals.

"Your humans tested on me after deeming I failed the tests. What they put in me ended up killing me. Then they decided to burn my body. Not just over a fire, but with hot metal rods that seared my skin," he pointed to his stomach, which was mostly covered, "and they didn't care. I was dead, why should they?"

The humans looked scared now, afraid their people would turn on them.

"Fight you freaks!" It was the American again, losing his temper.

They threw down their weapons.

A gun shot rang out and a body slumped to the ground.

"I said fight."