*BOOM*
An explosion came from inside the fort's underground tunnel entrance, men with all types of wepons came pouring through. "FIRE DAMIT!", Sergent Ilks screamed, *BANG* right befor sniper fire blew his left ear rigedly off. Horrible pain serged through his head, down his arms, through his chest, down his legs. He was paralyzed for a few seconds before he struggled to stick a slick needle into his arm. The pain screamed though his head right before he fell into a light state. He picked up his issued Assault Rifle and fired, screaming at the first person he saw, everyone was a enemy now, even if they didnt look green. He shot many people, not using his V.A.T.S once. "Headshot, Bodyshot, Monk shot.", he said to himself, as he totaly oblitherated every single person in that fort, laughing. And when he ran out of ammo, he used his fist, pipes, screw drivers, anything he could grab. "Im winning!", he said after he saw the last of the enemy, standing still, stareing at him, some running. Another light fluttery feeling set into him, everything went white, and then black.
After a few hours, he came too. He was on the floor, bloodied up, but not hurt. No cuts, besides his missing ear. He looked at his hands, they where burnt black with ammo powder. Assorted brains, eye balls, and other gunk clutterd his mouth. He was no cannabal but he did swallow. He gaged, threw up, and looked up. He threw up again. Everyone, enemy, ally, everyone. He got up, and went to the nearest bathroom. He threw up a third time. A young man's head was poped while being shoved down the sink. "I couldnt have done that!", he screamed to himself.
He ran out, and ran down the fort, tripping over difformed bodies, and finaly running out of the main gate of Fort Trinidad. He looked back, confused. He felt a seering pain in the left side of his head. "The Stimpack.", he said to himself. He slowly sliped the needle from inbetween the meat in his arm. He clenched down on his teeth, breaking one. He finaly got it out and collasped. He looked at the capsul, Sergant Ilks looked with a confused look on his face, then with horror. "Mega Psycho X200."
*BANG*
Sergant Ilks body convulsed in a twisted form as his head exploded.
The Book Turned Closed.
"And that's why children you DONT USE PSYCHO!", Mrs. Brunes said.
The children mutterd, and giggled. "You know that detention for 5 years as a child is issued on the first one that brings psycho into this shack right? RIGHT, now get back to your guardians and tell them this story!."
A child stood up, and left. And met up with a friend he knew, "John, wasnt that story awsome, but realy stupid at the same time?", said one child. John looked around with his hand in a pocket. "You look suspicous of somthing! Since, ya know, im the son of a cop an all, may I take a lo--, "No, you freaking idiot!". The other child looked at him, and walked away.
John found a nearby corner, and took out a silver object. He cried, gripping the object, loosing the feeling in his hands. He read the words silently in his head. "Mega Psycho X200", he looked at it as if it was a family member, then pushed the object into his jacket pocket. He ran off to his abode, up the stairs, and read the sign above his home, "Fort Trinidad Baracks.", he quickly coverd his eyes and ran inside