Fear is a Four Letter Word(OLD)

Chapter 2: The Decision

Aurthor's/Notes

*timeskips, scene change, flashbacks*

**POV change**

"Talking"

'THOTS'

---START---

*Crippling Office building, formally known as Oleander Trading Co.*

**Firewater POV**

It took us an hour and a dozen armed fur forces, but we were at the base of the office where the message was being transmeitted. The door was busted down and human corpses were scattered across the lobby.

Pvt Duffy: "You think she's alive?"

Firewater: "Probably not."

Pvt Duffy: "Then why are we doing this?"

Firewater: " It was a woman that made the call."

Pvt Duffy: "What's that gotta do with anything?"

I sigh in disappointment at Duffy's stupidity as we walk inside, scanning for furs.

Firewater: "Most of the women of our species where taken by the Furs during the Death Camp periods. They were most likely kill in said camps. The rest we had were killed in combat, and the rest is history."

Duffy was silent for a few seconds, taking it all in.

Pvt Duffy: "Could she be a Fur?"

I ponder the idea for a minute as we sweep.

'She could be. But if that's the case, why did she send that distress call on a HUMAN radio frequency? If she was a fur, she would have made the call to a fur outpost, not a-'

My thoughts were cut off by Duffys voice pulling me out.

Pvt Duffy: "You probably shouldn't use that flamer in here, could cause some...'unwanted' damages."

'He has a point...'

I quenched my flamer and placed it on the built-in rack on the top of the tanks, and pulled out his sawed off.

Pvt Duffy: "Nice shotty."

Firewater: "It isn't mine."

Pvt Duffy: "Then who's is it?"

I stopped infront of him as he bumps into me, looking up at me in fear.

Firewater: "You're treading in personal waters. Back. The fuck. Off."

He simply nods his head as he looks...behind me. I swung around and shot a Rhino fur who had a 40" t-type crowbar. It was dead before it hit the ground.

Pvt Duffy: "So much for stealth."

Furs started to come out of the stair access door as we gunned them down like the dogs they were. The corpse pile caught fire due to my Dragon's Breath shells and their flammable fur and cloth uniforms.

Firewater: "let's go up."

Pvt Duffy: "How do you know she's up stairs?"

Firewater: "I have a sixth sense for this shit."

'Ground floor in a six floor building. This'll be fun...'

*Three Floors later*

We walked up the stairs. For whatever reason, I was in the back and Duffy was infront of me.

Pvt Duffy: "I bet...that she's...up on...the roof"

He said that inbetween breaths, clearly tired, unlike me. And unlike him, I was checking the hallways through the doors of each floor we pass. Good thing I did, because I saw three Furs on the fourth floor. One was picking a locked door at the end of the hallway, the other two were keeping watch.

Firewater: "Then you would've lost."

I kicked open the door, the Furs jumped and turned towards the one place the weren't scaning, and they started shooting wildly and inacuately at me.

'Typical Privates'

They did hit me, but my coat was carbonite weaved, so it did nothing. It's the same weave used for Juggernaut suits, just without the steel plateing.

(A/N: Carbonite weave is an industrial metal like thread, not armor plateing or screw threads, just fyi.)

Fur 2: "W-what the fuck is that thing!?"

Fur 3: "It's a B.U.R.N Trooper!!"

'Havn't heard that title in awhile'

I balled my left fist, and extended the knife blade that was on my gaunlet. I slit the third Furs' eyes, and stabbed the second up the chin, forceing its head back, snapping it in the process. I pulled the blade out and stabbed the first Fur in the forehead. Duffy already shot the third fur in the heart and throat, I asume to shut its screaming up.

Pvt Duffy: "How are going to get in? That do-"

Duffy was cut off by me kicking the door nearly off it's hinges.

Pvt Duffy: "oh, that's how."

We walked in and saw it was a makeshift....play area? The room was scattered with old toys and childern books, along side a ham radio. It was makeing me uneasy.

Pvt Duffy: "SON OF A BITCH!!"

I turned to Duffy, and saw that he opened a closet to reveal a terrorfiyed female cheetah fur on the floor, around the age of seventeen, holding a...

...cub....

...It was less then a week old.

Cheetah: "P-please..."

I've seen fear in a furs' eyes on the battlefield before. But, this was different...

Cheetah: "...*sobs*Don't hurt my baby!*crys*"

...this wasn't the battlefield.

Duffy however, had a different, more....evil look in his eyes.

Pvt Duffy: "We got our asses dragged all the way out here...risked our lives...for a GOD DAMNED FURFAG!?!"

He rised his fist as he screams at her, causing her to hide her cub like she was going to take the hit and cry louder.

'This isn't right.........wait...what?'

Pvt Duffy: "Well, I'm NOT going back with nothing..."

He started to unbuckle his belt, causing the cheetah's eyes to widen and me to snap over to him. I knew what he was going to do. And so did she.

Pvt Duffy: "Leave. Or join in."

I turned back to the cheetah, she was giving the "don't leave me here with him" look to me. I slowly turned my head back to Duffy...

...And then...

-----VOTEING TIME!!!!!-----

Option 1 ------->

Kill Duffy and get the girl to safety

Pros: The Furnited Nations starts to slightly trust you and you kill a rapist in your ranks.

Cons: None, the Last Hope Corp. won't suspect a thing.
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Option 2 ------->

Leave the room and let it happen

Pros: None, neither the Last Hope Corp. or the Furnited Nations will see you any different.

Cons: You live with the guilt of letting a fur be raped.

____TO BE CONTINUED____

So...here we are....at the very first vote.

This changes the entire plot of the story, so choose carefully.

You will not be able to un-do your choice...

Asta la Vista you magnificent bastards, Ill see ya next time