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[Before anyone goes on a tangent about my intolerance of rape art/fiction, this semi-sex story would involve a rare form of psychosis where an individual suffering from irreversable rage using rape against the provoking subject instead of autonomous murder as an act of retribution. The character has no -true- pleasure from the experience, however. This short story is a summary of how complicated the human mind can be -- and can get.]

I'm not exactly sure why I was named Bruno, Bruiser, Brownhouse- whatever the hell thats supposed to mean. Maybe because my parents would discover how OCD I am about human names being mistaken for actual humans. See, humans are named after ancient words or mystical roman history. Riches of the middle east new and beyond before they were burned alive by the aliens. Humans are animals aren't they? Philosophers tell us no matter how intelligent one might be above all else- they are no special snowflake on the turd-colored grassy stone to which zip could prove to be a creation of god or science. Here's the catch-22 on science, it can't help me right now. I am in a position where nobody will or try to delocate "Child Molester" and succeed thoroughly. The court marshall on the left is trying to place that terrible label somewhere more effective, while my likely dead team from BASIC (which is as unnoticed as the name "Bruno") are laughing on their astute graves. My memory could hardly decrypt what I did with the remaining symbol of manhood the medics keep nudging me about. "Remaining symbol", how is a man without a penis a man Sherlock. Metaphors suck.

A uniformed if not unibodied gentlemen steps in with a general-issue Dedicated News Reader (DNR because we hard working men are fucking lazy with reading). Really useless stuff unless you really are in the army and bored to high Hell with no inanimate form of entertainment. He looked at me with a quick Dry Eye while apparently getting to the good part of what I did. The interrogator gave me another dry look- not a look but more of a bemused stare. As if he witnessed an act of desperation on the combat field. Now I cannot remember worth a damn but the disturbing feeling of some wetness on my crotch being reverberated is much appreciated. Now the cap is putting the DNR on the desks edge with some passive aggressive style. "Saying 'hello', officer", he throws at me. I just look at him in any way a mature inferior should do. A way not to get bitch slapped if you're too slow to figure out army etiquette.

"Bruno, reading that half-sentence, a grammatical error at best, is the only shapeless form to ever ruin my ability as a well-spoken individual at a given time". Does it get predictable here? I hope it does- I cannot wait to see how Earth defines statutory rape, yet again this is what the prefects at the trauma ward were dropping around apparently. "The man who knocked you out was killed in the line of duty trying to figure out how the hell your supposed to handle such a situation outside of legal definition". I get it, thought Bruno. "Someone preemptively clocked me? Is that even a precaution?" The captains face was turning more pale as he returned to his secluded thinking of the situation. "Look I think by now my men are ignoring me or what is left of them won't speak to me. But sir.... whoever, sir please just tell me the facts so I can go back in." Now the monster doesn't like what he see's. Now captain is starting to speak some more well-needed facts. "Very well then. All details are backed by comprehensive footage from a marine camera. You have a decision to view the video at first or be provided with an oral explanation until you're comfortable with the interrogation. We are not obligated to release you from the medical bay until the UNSC are absolutely sure of your mental well-being to go back into battle. If I may ad-lib you probably know the answer to that question coming up." Of course, I was THE WHOLE TIME asking what the FUCK happened..... Silently... Why not? This is becoming childs play.

"From the top down. Subject was seen with a bipedal creature, supposedly a Brute. The hostage in question was still alive with several noticeable bruises on it's back, legs, head, and hands. An ODST's grappling zipline was used to bound the creature. The spartan, who sustains being a subject of great interest, was found on top of the Jiralhanae covered in what looked like a haphazard splash of human, brute, elite, and some of his own human blood from puncture wounds. A few feet away lied a severely burnt and beaten spartan. His name has not been released to the public but a memorial will be organized for him pending the investigation. As for the spartan, his name also being redacted was evidently peforming marose and indescribable acts of sexual torture including intercourse. Some details have not been entirely confirmed by the witnesses account. Enough video evidence was in fact acquired to confirm this as a rare form of psychosis-charged rape. No less an interspecies case that anyone has of course ever heard of." Bruno was speechless even in his mental narrative. His lips were making movements, but the Captain, whose clarity was once begged for like water to a land-locked fish is nothing short of worth being pissed away.

"Don't tell me I fucked a goddamn brute." Tears felt luke warm- almost stingingly hot and seering with rage. "It must have taken a lot of force to fuck through that leather hide huh? I guess being a retard does excuse such behavior. I thought so I, don't you dare explain yourself Marine." Explanation is the only key to freedom was the truth. Bruno known, so did the interrogation officer or captain or whoever. Underneath the still-present human side, the stinging salty sea of tears the sensation in his crotch returned. The feeling of an unknown rectum made his clench crack the very edge of his seat. If impossible was company, than misery was having his way. What made this new sin worse was the fact he probsbly enjoyed it being the state he was in. Vengeance is a cold hard bitch- but so is rape. "Snuff me captain, I'll sing if I have to." But hysteria clouded his every frontal sight, and the interrogator left him in the dark tremble of shame and frontier-humiliation.

-Flashback scene Cut To White-

Bruno was carrying his shaved prize horse in a slobbering rage. His mouth is wet with discharged blood, curdled saliva, and ejecting bile from his pounded gall bladder. When he laid the brute down and a few feet away from the tumbleweed corpse of Dennis- the only BASIC officer who remained in the same protocol as him. The eyes of his prisoner were bursting at the capilaries in rage. The only material Bruno knew even a Jiralhalnae could not break without extensive effort. In the barbaric frenzy, he urinated loosely all over the place after removing his pants. After performing a series of nonsensical stretches and jumping jacks with his entire upper uniform still worn, the rape-drunk Bruno grabbed the ridged leather hide of the brutes newly-tendered ass and gaped it with his hands using his fist to ravage it into a more accessible entryway. Causing it's bizarre penis to erect instantly out of adrenaline and rage. Bruno was not blind to his features, he was insane enough to go the whole nine yards and rape every single oriface in the leather-hard beast. "I wanted to use your mouth first but I suppose your pretty angry. I think someone needs a good handjob..... Nah, I think I'm going to go balls deep inside your asshole....." Bruno whispered in the Brutes grimacing face. "If whatever family exists say I want a female, if ghosts exist anyway. Heh." he growled a throaty, wet roar and beat the prisoner senseless while moving in and out of his cellophane-like rectum just before a gun stock hit him in the back of the head.