I never knew where I was from, or who my parents were, or what my name was. I don’t even know if my parents miss me, or even what they look like.

The only things I know is that I am called “CF-13” and I am a soldier in the royal army of the Runa Empire and that the year is 3045.

My comrades called me Chu Feng as a nickname, why? well because of my asian features i guess or maybe it was funny i don't know.

Well life was simple, and by simple I am seriously fucking joking here. I mean really I don’t know whether or not there is a higher power or a lower power.

The so called God or the so called devil but one thing I’m sure of, is that if hell really existed and I mean a big IF, then I’m already living there.

Wake up at 0400 with a warning horn on full blast men walking in the barracks screaming and cursing at the top of their lungs.

Chaos, pure madness.  Your mind feels like pudding and your ears are ringing, but you stand at attention fully dress in gears in less than 15 seconds.

0415 PT starts with a bang, a little stroll around base is what they called it I guess that is their way of joking because “a little stroll” my ass...

An 8 miles run under an hour is the requirement those who fail to complete are put in the 0xygen chamber

The struggle to breathe the feeling that you’re choking and that people are just a finger away but the fact that they are not willing to help is sickening.  It makes you wish you were dead.

We endured a great deal of hardship during our first years of training, and we were placed into situations and drills that pushed their abilities to their very limit and beyond.

 Our hard training was complemented with high-level education, which included mathematics, science, physics, reading, writing, linguistics, and military tactics.

there was an exercise called covert op. Where we were thrown in a fantasy virtual reality game, and given specific missions. in order to test our abilities to go undercover.

some times we were assigned as military strategist other time we were assigned as merchants, blacksmith, doctors, and so on.

At the age of fourteen, we would go through the toughest part of our training: the biological augmentation procedures.

I remember the first days that we all met each other. Just a bunch of kids, some of us barely 6. We were crying, asking for our parents.

But, over time, we accepted that this was what it was, and that this life was only about us pushing our limits.

Pushing our humanity and evolving to become killing machines and perfect soldiers trained in every aspect of life from hand-to-hand combat to horsemanship by the age of fourteen.

These five hundred boys were my family.  My brothers, and they all looked at me as their leader, and as I earned my stripes I earned their loyalty.

I earned their love I earned the right to stand and lead them in battle and even higher heights; the right to be the captain of hundred and fifty seventh SPF Jackals (special operation forces)

Even that process could do nothing could prepare us nothing I do will ever be able to make forget that night, filled with the horrible screams, and bloody guts of my comrades.

And there was nothing I could do to save them. NOTHING. We were taught as kids to never scream no matter how much pain we were going through because screaming would not make the pain stop.

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But we couldn’t fulfil that requirement.  It was as if a hot iron was being shoved into your skull and as if your blood was boiling and your bones being hit by a sledge hammer and your eyes being plucked out of their sockets all AT the same fucking time it was a complete FUBAR cluster and it went on for hours upon hours.

It felt like days had passed and it did not stop it kept getting worst and worst enough to break a teenager.  HELL even a grown man couldn’t do it. Fully fledged soldiers who have seen the worst and been through the worst would probably die within the first ten minutes.

After the procedure I discovered that out of five hundred of us, only three-hundred survived.

After all that, our training got worse. 

The pain doubled, but our bodies were stronger faster more durable.  Our eye sights were superior. Our sense of smell, hearing got enhanced beyond that imagined we could.

We rival a hawk in eye sight, and a blood hound in sense of smell, we outclass a wax moth in hearing and healing became a joke, injuries suffered would heal in only one night.

We became super soldiers the greatest fighting force in human history and it didn’t take long before we saw action the next six month after we saw action in at least a hundred warzones.

Our kill count as a unit was the highest in military history and our numbers per soldiers was even more outlandish our lowest number registered at forty thousand kills and our highest being me registered a hundred and fifty thousand confirmed kills in combat. 

We would become blood thirsty monsters we fired our guns until they ran out of bullets, then used our combat knives until the blades were dulled. Finally, as a last resort, we went to fighting with our bare hands we were unstoppable.

So just like that just as fast as we were created we were finished see they got scared because they couldn’t control us anymore.

The same drugs they used to turn us into fighting machine, did something to us. It did something to our fucking brain and I mean fuck we were stuck in a place between human and beast.

We had all the bloodthirst and tools of a beast but we looked like human we could see hear smell track our prey from 50km on and we had the perfect memory a sharp mind and unrivaled instinct

We can make hard decisions on a split second armed with an entire childhood of military training and tactics the feared that we would turn on them so

The order came from up high to decimate and eliminate all of us like we were some kinds of fucking cockroaches these sons of bitches thought they were the fucking exterminators

Little did they know that is what we needed a stimuli ohh we took to them it was marvelous blood guts flying everywhere like snow in the winter.

Just when we taught we could kill them all these bastards used a bomb now I don’t what kind but shit it killed every one of us.

Now you know about me as I float in this empty space wondering where am I and where am I going now I know that there is nobody here and that I’m probably crazy but hey I’ve been floating here for a while.

Now so you can’t really blame now can you so you can go on ahead and mock me or call me a monster and that I deserve what I got but 'hey to each his own opinion right'

Just as I was talking to myself a bright light appeared and I got sucked into it thinking “oh well this is it”