Loss of Hope and the Death of The Human Race.
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Charles held his knees tightly to his chest as he went over everything that brought him to this point. How could it have come to this? Why did he let himself be persuaded to fight in this pointless war; this pointless display of bloodshed and hate? One minute he was living a peaceful life at home, the next he was drafted to fight in a war he didn't believe in. He cursed himself for being so weak and for letting himself be dragged into this. If his will where as strong back then as it was now, he would have gladly faced the punishment for treason. Before his current situation, Charles was just another ordinary human, living his life to the best of his abilities. The only difference it seemed was his opinion on anthros.
And what was that opinion?
That anthros were just another race of beings in the universe. Beings that he didn't see any reason to hate. Sure their society was different and while he didn't approve of the use of slavery, he felt there was no reason to hate anthros because they did. He was lucky to have open minded parents growing up; parents who taught him never to let someone's physical differences and their differences in society and culture affect his judgment of a person. He was taught to go by their actions and not by who they were. To live and let live. And so after learning about anthros, he wasn't fazed by the new information. He simply shrugged his shoulders and said, "Hey, if that's how they do things, that's how they do things. Who am I to say otherwise?" But he had no idea that so many felt differently about it.
He was appalled by the war. War was something that never solved problems. It only caused them. That and senseless bloodshed and hate. And yet, it was declared and the fighting began. He had no intention of fighting but he wasn't given much of a choice as he was visited be a couple of military "lurches". He was basically told to join or he would face punishment for treason. Given the choice, it was obvious the answer was already made for him. And what did that get him? It got him a one way ticket to a nightmarish hell no one could imagine. He shivered as he remembered everything that happened up to that point. All the fighting...all the hate....all the bloodshed. He shook his mind free of the memories for the moment as he looked around his surroundings. While he was the only human in his cell, he wasn't the only human in the area. Looking out through the blue hue of the force field, he could see into the other cells across from his. They were each filled with humans; some from his unit and some from others. He could see them, mumbling things about escaping and murdering their captors in the name of humanity. Charles could only sneer in disgust. How dare they talk of humanity in such a way? How dare they act as if what they were doing was right? As far as Charles was concerned, he was the only true human in existence. Everyone else where just heartless, war hungry, and blood thirsty monsters in human guises. Humanity wasn't just about the human race. It was about benevolence. It was about being humane. If it weren't for him, humanity would be dead.
It then dawned on him. Was he any better? Hadn't he done things just as bad as the others? Hadn't he killed just as many anthros? And for what? For a war he didn't believe in? So he wouldn't be thought of as a traitor? It was then memories of his actions came flooding back into his mind.
"No...no....I don't want to remember." He mumbled to himself. But it was of no use. The memories played vividly in his mind. All of them.
He clasped his hands over his head as tears of guilt that had been built up of all this time, finally began to freely pour from his eyes.
"Why....why was I so weak...why did I let myself be influenced to commit such atrocities?" He wept. "Oh god....gods...goddesses...whomever the supreme entities that rule in this universe and the afterlife...I know I don't deserve forgiveness for all I have done but...words can't describe the guilt I feel and how sorry I am...Please...please watch over the souls of those whom I killed....please guide them to eternal happiness and peace." He tried to regain some composer but his tears continued to flow, his shoulders jumping violently with his sobs of grief. "I am weak and pathetic...for letting myself be influenced to do...these horrible things..and now...because of it...my life is over."
At least that's what he believed. He knew they were all headed for the Anthro home world. What would happen afterward? He wasn't sure. Slavery? Imprisonment? Execution? All he knew was that whatever awaited him, he most surely deserved it. And he knew, in his heart, that if his body where to cease. It would be the extinction of the human race.