DON'T FUCK WITH A MARINE

The sound of flaming torches could be heard just above my head. I was sitting in a stone-wall prison and bound to a room that was closed off by metal bars. The only other sound that was there to bother me was the clambering of keys attached to the prison warden. He was walking back and forth through the long hallway just outside my cell, where he kept a constant check on me and whatever other goons that were being housed here. I was sitting with my back against the wall, stripped of my gear and down to my bare clothing. All I had was a folding knife inside one of my pockets - something these mongs hadn't managed to find when they put me in here - and no, it wasn't spring assisted, because I didn't need any assistance. Was command going to send a rescue squad? Probably not. I was the kind of guy who always assumed the worst.

The chiming of a bell caught my attention, and shortly afterwards I could hear the sound of cells being unlocked. "Lunch time!" A voice rang out. I stood to my feet, and soon enough the warden approached my cell and unlocked the door. I stepped outside and looked on towards the other prisoners. All were animals, either it be horses, griffins, wolves or dogs. Was this the fucking zoo? None of them acted like typical animals. Decorated horses that I assumed to be prison guards were all around and watching over us. I was about to follow along when something forcefully bumped right into me from behind. I stumbled to the side, almost falling over, and I looked on ahead to see a huge muscular bull walking past me and ignoring me as if I wasn't even shit.

"The hell was that about?" I spoke aloud. I barely had time to finish my sentence before it lifted its back-leg and kicked me in the chest, sending me flying backwards onto my ass. There was a slight commotion among the guards after that little incident, but what they said was drowned out by my quickly rising anger.

That bull just fucked up.

I sprang to my feet and leaped into the air, landing on-top of the bull and powering my fist down against the top of its head. The force of my rage-fueled punch nearly sent it to its knees, and I grabbed onto its horns, jerking its head back in an attempt to break its neck. A thrust of its back sent me flying forward however, and my body slammed against a nearby wall before falling to the floor.

"Hey!!! Cut it out!!" The voice of a guard rang out. I looked up from the floor at the bull - he was looking right at me with such a stupid fucking look on his face. Did he think this was over and he won? This was only the beginning.

With rage empowering me, I stood back up and rushed towards the massive fuck in the blink of an eye. I thrusted my fist into his side with overwhelming force, so much so that he was tossed down onto his side on the floor. I then leaped down on-top of him and pulled out my knife, to which I stabbed him in the neck, digging the blade down deep and violently as I tore apart his big important veins. Blood spewed everywhere and he roared, gurgling on his own blood as he managed to stand back up. He chucked me over and slammed his forehooves directly into my chest, most definitely breaking a few ribs as I was sent barreling across the room. I rammed into a wall and fell on my ass, but it gave me a perfect view to see the piece of shit die in-front of me. His legs were shaking as more blood pooled beneath him, and he soon collapsed, choking on his own blood like the fuckhead he was. Despite my pain, I couldn't help but chuckle, grinning to myself. The sight of him getting what was coming gave me the satisfaction I needed to let myself lose consciousness from my injuries.

I woke up an undetermined amount of time later in a hospital bed. My chest was wrapped in white bandages, and it hurt a great deal just to move an inch. I wasn't a damn pussy though. I lifted my hands, ripping off all the wirey tube shit that was stuck into my skin. With a pained grunt I leaned forward, my chest and broken ribs screaming in pain, but I was too done to give a fuck. I clenched my fist and my anger fueled me to bring my legs to hang off the side of the bed. I stood to the feet, barely able to walk, but I had shit to do. A few broken bones were going to have to wait.

I stepped out of the room to see a feminine yellow horse with a nurse hat on.

"Huh? Why are you up? You shouldn't be moving with y-"

SMACK

I whacked the stupid horse right in the face and it fell to the ground. I was sick of seeing all these animals - where were the humans? Where was command? It was all starting to reach a point where I was done with the bullshit. I hobbled past the horse with my chest searing in pain. Soon I reached hallways like the ones from before that had the red carpet lined through the middle. Other horses with armor equipped could be seen at their posts, walking and guarding in a human-like manner. The moment they saw me they put their guard up, and I could already hear the yelling and commotion as others began to group up. I had no means to defend myself this time, but that didn't mean I was going to give up.

"I've had enough of the games..."

My voice was quiet at first, barely a mutter, but it grew louder.

"I've had enough of the games.."

"I've had enough... of THE GAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I ran towards a nearby window and barrelled right through. The glass broke and I was soon tumbling on grass down what appeared to be a massive hill. My body was thrown around like a ragdoll, tossing and turning at gravity's mercy. My already injured body was fighting me, stabbing my brain with imaginary knives, telling me that the pain was too much and I had to stop... but I didn't. Soon my conscious mind faded, and the only thing controlling my body was the pure will of rage. My body rolled and bounced off rocks until it finally came to a stop almost a minute later, and with a barely audible scream I rose to my feet once more. I looked on towards the castle that I was just housed in to see that I was a good distance away, and seeing as it was the enemy command post, I decided I was going to have to get away and hide for the time being - at least until I had a plan of action. I walked forward, with each step as if I had massive dumbbells attached to my feet - but I was familiar with such gym tools and the pressure that came with them. I continued to stumble until I came across what appeared to be a train, and seeing it as my next goal, I made my way straight towards it.

"Heh..."

I chuckled deeply upon approaching the train doors. Each laugh made my ribs shout mightily with pain, but I didn't give a fuck. I lifted my leg and kicked down the doors, barging on through to the sight of empty seats. I panted heavily, my body covered in sweat as I walked forward - past each train cabin until I reached the very front where the engine was. My white bandages had turned red with blood by now, stained by my wounds, and I looked like a zombie as I used my body's momentum to push through the very last set of doors. Inside was a conductor - yet another horse - and it turned to look at me in shock at my presence.

"What on Equestria?" He spoke, but before he had the chance to utter another word, I lunged forward and grabbed his fucking face. He shouted, but his shocked scream was muffled by my hand as I forced him down onto the ground. His head rammed against the hard floor with a loud thud, and I proceeded to bend down, grabbing onto the bastard's neck and squeezing tightly. He looked at me with fear in his eyes, but to me he was nothing but another fuckhead who would stab me in the back the moment he had the chance. With the last of the strength my muscles still had, I lifted the piece of shit with both my arms, chucking him out the front window and onto the tracks in-front of me.

"Agghh...!" I coughed up blood and my vision began to blur, but I wasn't done yet. I fiddled with the train's control panel, feeling my heart beat in my head as I grabbed a bunch of burning hot coal with my bare hands. The skin seared as I tossed the coal into the engine, bringing the flames to life once more as I grabbed onto a lever and pulled back. The horse was still on the tracks, rolling and injured as the train began to move forward. I watched with a grin on my face as the wheels soon began to tear into the bastard, and I could hear his gurgled screams just before they stopped more abruptly than the power going out when I was in the middle of fucking up noobs in the jungle map of Black Ops 1.

"I'm going to find out what happened... why I'm here..." I muttered to myself. The train was moving faster, and I clenched my fists, throwing even more coal into the engine's fire. The vessel quickly began to increase in speed, but with nothing more to be angry at in-front of me, I could feel my power fading. I felt relieved just knowing I was now getting away from the enemy's stronghold, and I soon collapsed backwards, falling and wincing as I coughed up more blood. "Damn bastards... I'm not done with you all yet... I'll fuck you all up..." Were the last words I could mutter before I fell unconscious from my injuries.