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[i][color=#3465a4]And he was there, tied tight to a cold sretcher. Probes again inside his body. There was a cold machine in his chest pumping his thick blood, working perfeclty.
The Captain of operations was screaming new orders: "Kill every Yellow-uniform in the battlefield!" "Protect your companions!" "Make them suffer the hell they put our homeland in!"

This was a new kind of pain; his body was "patched" just to be used again. He knew he prefered to die before killing someone... but there was something burning him, this new perfect heart was like a mock, a loud laughing from life in his face.
Who were those people that felt with the free to repair him? To use him? Keeping him alive would need to be paid?

"kill... suffer... hell"

Three words that were repeated over and over.

"kill... suffer... hell"

Why was there a calm in his mind when those words were listened? He smiled when he thought of kiling and making suffer a hell in life to the person who stole his heart... [/color][/i]

A MONSTER! .. wait.. he is just dead
WARNING: GURO