My Final War
My Final War
I had to watch. Watch my forbidden lover die. Killed at the hands of those who I trusted most. And I did nothing
The government had outlawed any type of love or affection between humans and furs. It still happened though, and was quite common. Couples weren't even punished if they were caught. It was on the verge of being legalized. Everything seemed great, and the nation was prospering. But it wasn't meant to last.
There was a power shift, and extremists took control of the government. They devoted every resource available to hunting down and punishing human-fur couples. The punishment? Public execution.
I was madly in love with a passionate young fox, and she loved me the same way. We had been best friends since the first day of school. One day in high school, she told me that she was in love with me. At that moment I realised that I felt the same, and our relationship blossomed. Many times we had kept each other awake into the first hours of the morning, loving each other like there was no tomorrow. It was risky though. I was a foot soldier in the United Alliance Marines. Even then, we never gave each other up. We even got caught once, but got let off easy since my commanding officer was in a similar relationship, and knew what we were going through. It was like we had the divine on our side.
But then we got caught after the extremists took control. She was dragged away, and I was detained. They let me back to the barracks in less than an hour, thinking I had been seduced. I lay in my bed that night, sick with worry and fear. All I wanted was to see her beautiful smile and know that everything was going to be OK. But that never happened.
The next day we were told to suit up in our combat armor and report to the steps of the capital building. As soon as we arrived, I knew what was happening. It was an execution.
I felt my blood run cold. As I exited the truck that I arrived in, I looked around. There was already a large crowd of people, cheering for what was about to happen. It took all my restraint not to unload my rifle into them. Looking forward, I saw 5 poles at the top of the steps. 5 innocent lives would be taken today.
Then they brought out the condemned. All furs, all female. A wolf, a tiger, a lion, and a rabbit. None of them were familiar. I felt relieved, but it was short lived. The brought her out last. My love. She had been beaten and bloodied by her captors, and was absolutely terrified. I was as well.
They tied the 5 to the 5 poles at the top of the steps. I was shaking now. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then 5 soldiers stepped forward. 5 men who I trusted with my life. They now stood at almost point blank range. They shouldered their rifles, took aim, and fired. 5 shots, 5 dead. In a crimson spray, her life was over. And so was mine. I'm glad I wore my helmet that day, so she couldn't see my face. At least she didn't have to know that I did nothing.
In the 2 days that had passed since my lovers death, I made a decision. I was going to follow her into that death...and take all the extremists with me.
I used all the money I had to set up contacts within the base I was stationed at. I now had codes to every locked door in the base, and security clearance to match.
I left a letter for whoever would care to know why I did what I did. It only said: I refuse to fight an unjust war against civilians guilty only of being in love. 2 days ago a young fox was executed at the capital. She was my lover, and you took her from this world. For that, you will suffer my wrath, and the wrath of all who you have unjustly killed. This is a fight for them, and for the future. This is my final war.
I got into the armory undetected. Inside was just what I needed. The mark 7 assault armor, also known as the steel reaper. I would have my vengeance today, and it would not be swift. I strapped myself into the armor suit, and as I familiarized myself with the computer system, the armor closed, sealing me in a titanium tomb. I was ready. Ready for my final fight. I piloted the armor out of the armory door, and the bloodshed began.
9 hours passed. Hundreds of soldiers and extremists lay dead. I was closing in on my target: The capital building. I worked my way in towards the office that held the nations tyrannical leader, massacring anyone who dared to get in my way, cutting them down with .50 machine guns and surgical precision.
I now stood outside the last doors I would ever walk through. Without hesitation, I blasted them open. Inside was the terrorist that ran the country, cowering behind his desk. I wanted so desperately to bring him down in a stream of lead and fire, but I was not finished with him yet. I reached out and lifted him by the throat as he begged for his life, offering money and luxuries in exchange for his survival. It meant nothing.
I carried him by his throat back to the steps of the capital. A large crowd had gathered there, all supporters of the executions, and soldiers were swarming, ready to fire at a moments notice. I stood at the top of the steps with the cowardly murderer in my right hand, suspended by the throat, and looked down upon the crowd.
I thought of my love, and was again filled with a burning hatred. I opened the front of the armor, letting the crowd view me. The soldiers were stunned to see me. As the onlookers stared in silence, I lifted my enemy above my head in both hands. As I tore apart, I screamed my final words: "Long Live Freedom".
As the 2 halves of my enemy fell away, I was bathed in a shower of blood and bullets as the soldiers finally fired upon my exposed front. I felt no pain as I fell back to the cold concrete. I heard cheers from the crowd, applauding my death, and smiled as I performed my final actions. I set the armors power source to detonate. 10 seconds later, the cheering stopped, and was replaced by a deathly silence as the suits fusion reactor collapsed, creating a miniature black hole for a few seconds, ending my life and the life of the extremist crowd.
This was my war, and I had won