<P><B><JC>Rebel Cell</JC>
<P><B><JC>Gelo R. Fleisher</JC>
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<P>A mewling sound to his left caught Jerrod's attention. Jerrod turned to find the body of one of the horned creatures a few feet away. It had fallen in through the jagged hole before the whale had toppled into it and plugged it up. The creature was wounded, its neck was twisted at an awkward angle, but it still tried to move towards Jerrod, flopping about and hissing in pain as it feebly pushed its body closer.
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<P>Jerrod wasn't afraid, he didn't know if he could ever be afraid again. Slipping his assault rifle off his shoulder, he walked towards the dying animal. The animal jerked its head, swinging its horns at Jerrod. It was a feeble gesture, Jerrod easily side-stepped the blow. The animal's breath was coming in rasps; it was suffocating in the open air.
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<P>Guardian's voice filled Jerrod's mind.
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<P>I misclassified you earlier. You are not a misguided individual whose life wounds the whole. No, you do not search for life, you do not seek to build. You only exist to destroy. You are a half-dead microbe, writhing through our innards. Without purpose you tear and slash apart all that is precious.
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<P>"You sound afraid. You want to be my Master, control everything I do. Is Master getting scared of the slave?"