Fear's Drive

“Fear… ” The worn, older man's voice hoarsely boomed out across the barren valley, its natural bass seeming to shake the debris around him. “Every species has experienced this natural instinct of self preservation. Its origin dates back to even our earliest evolutionary ancestors, from the humans of our current era, trailing backwards through primates, to the first tetrapod to make the revolutionary leap from water onto land, all the way back to the first single celled organism that decided to seamlessly split down the middle to create an exact copy of itself in what can considered the first fearful reaction of isolation. In all recorded history, very few beings have been exempt from this phenomenon, and those slim few are the great men and women that have shaped history so far.” His voice paused as he let out a chuckle that could send shivers down the spine's of even the mightiest opposition, “Yes, every now and then there arise those among the mindless, fear driven masses with the strength of will to rise above that unnecessary burden, and evolve in ways no normal living being could ever imagine.” As he spoke, he began toying with a black liquid-like substance secreting from the inside of his coat sleeve, “These incredible people arise far and few between, but when they do, they give the evolutionary process an unprecedented leap forward. Like the great strides that brought the age of the primitive Neanderthal to a close and dawned the age of the superior minded homosapien.” His tone shifted, “However, in the endless pursuit of dreaded perfection, one cannot just sit idly by and wait for those great people or great strides to come their way. Sometimes, one must take it into their own hands to rise and push their species forward, even if they must make the hardest of decisions.” “This world is a garden, one that was meant to be inhabited only by beings deserving of its radiance. Why should people who seek to do nothing but damage and pollute this beautiful planet that has done nothing but support and nourish us since the dawn of time, be allowed to roam free and continue their rampant destruction?” He clutched his hand tight as he continued on, the black substance worming its way back into his coat sleeve. “To be a driving force in evolution, tampering with the creation of peoples so-called God… makes one close to a God themselves, does it not? What use does a God have with the primitive concept of fear when he's tasked with the purge of the parasitic scourge that's killing this planet?” He expressly waved his arms out and gestured to the desecrated landscape around him. He cracked another chilling smile, “We created F.E.A.R to be that driving force, separating the strong from the weak, the good from the evil, the remedies… from the parasites, and attempting to start a new and better direction for the world around us.” “My organization believes in my cause, they believe in me and the new age I will create, and who am I to betray that faith. Though I will admit, I'd never considered we'd face this level of opposition.”