- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Hey! I'm not new to fanfiction, on Halowars.com I've written about four or five. There is a lack of readers over there, so now I'm trying my luck here! I hope you enjoy. If you read, please comment, a simple compliment or a little constructive criticism is very appreciated.
Flash Point:
Chapter 1:
The golden sunlight, a prodigious, yet, highly unnappreciated blessing. A tall, strong man stood on the loading platform, staring up at the kingly sun. The whine of engines and the shouts of drill sergeants rang in his ears.
The man closed his eyes and let the sunshine drip onto his face. A rare smile spread across his face, and for a moment, he forgot the heavy UNSC marine armor heaving its weight upon his fit body. He forgot the duty the weapon entitled him to. He forgot the pain his upper arm was emitting and would emit permanently. For the moment...he was at peace.
A tap on his shoulder plate swept the peace away, now, he was the rigid, sad man that had taken over his life ever since he had joined the UNSC Marine Corporation. He turned his head slightly just to confirm who he had expected it was.
"It seems fitting some of the most succesful veterans get the suicide missions, eh Wilkins?" The man unsuccessfully tried to move his crippled arm to shake his friend's hand, he seemed to always forget.
"How's your arm?" Wilkins had noticed the effort. "You really should've gone home when you had the chance?"
"It hurts." The man said flatly, he began to walk towards the Pelican transport he had been assigned to. "And go home to what? The community where I would have to see her everyday? The parents who disowned me for joining the military?"
"Get a job, Carter!" Wilkins grabbed Carter's pack--with obvious disgust from Carter--and lifted it onto his friend's seat. "You were the best doctor in the state! You could get a medical job anywhere you wanted to!"
"Not again, Wilkins." Carter lifted himself into the transport, and sighed. "Just don't get us killed before we get off this bird."
"I'll try," Wilkins laughed. "You know, there's going to be a day when that gun of yours won't be enough to get out of one of those craploads you get yourself into, I just hope you resign before then."
"You wish," Carter muttered as his friend passed into the pilot compartment. He made himself as comfortable as possible before he glanced around the cabin. To his immediate right sat an African soldier, an Assault Rifle clutched in his hand. Across sat two Mexican recruits, it took Carter a moment to notice they were twins. It was clear to Carter all three were just out of Basic Training.
"First Mission?" Carter muttered, trying to start a conversation, he could only shake his head to the three nods. "What are your names?" Carter asked as the boarding ramp shut to make a sturdy door in the back of the Pelican.
Now, the precious sunlight was gone. The Pelican lifted off the boarding zone and the only light was from the fixtures above. A sense of hopelessness filled the cabin. And Carter knew it was his duty to fix it.
"Listen up, men."