Sick... thats all that it was... a sick slaughter that didn't even unnerve most of his fellow humans.
Jake Steel, age eighteen, mobian sympathyzer, looked around the battlefield that had taken place not too long at Knothole, the last major territory the mobians had. Sure, he wasn't technically a fighter, explaining why he wasn't among the wounded or killed humans, but his oldest brother, Spencer, a higher up in the human forces, had pulled some strings to allow his kid brother along for the ride to glorious victory.... yeah, right. How was this glorious?
Jake spotted a mobian fighter not too far off, and when he was sure no human was looking, hurried over to the mobians side and examined him. There was no hope for him, his whole chest had been blown apart, he was breathing his last, rattling breaths...
Jake quickly asked the name of the mobian, and though he was distrusting, gave it to him. Jake took out a pencil and jotted it down in the extra blank pages of his bible before giving the mobian last rights, to ensure that his eternal soul would be taken to heaven.
Jake would do this many times over to any mobian in their last seconds of life, some cursing at him, saying how they didn't want to go to a human's heaven, others just gave him a strange look, a thank you once, alot of 'Your an odd human...' or such more often. He just wished this madening hell on earth would stop....
"Dang it! Dang it! DANG IT!!!" this could be heard inside a room of the mobian secret base. A strawberry blonde fox was tearing apart the room, apparently his, in a fit of rage.
Mako Kitsune, age seventeen, forever against any human. He finally had enough and sat down at his bed, hands raking through his short cut hair in an act of frustration. Why? Why? Why? Every fricken' time... they lost pretty much everything to the humans! The fricken pigs who couldn't just play by mobian rules, they thought they should be incharge! They owed everything to the mobians for taking them in!
"RAAAH!" Mako flipped his bed over, the thoughts of the past and the battles of the present making his blood boil. The humans just had to destroy everything the mobians had! Friends! Homes! Family!
Mako sat against a wall, head in his hands... he... tried... so hard. But he wasn't making any difference with his help. Why? Why? Why couldn't they win? He fought so hard, everyone did... but Mails... Metal Sonic, the humans... they just kept coming.... they just kept killing.
Mako pulled out the locket, hidden safely in his shirt, simply holding it in his hand. Why couldn't everything be okay? Why couldn't the humans have listened to the mobians? Why did Dr. Robotnik have to start it? Why couldn't there be peace instead of this stupid war? Why.... why.......... why?