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Part.4 The Warrior and the Demon
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James hit the Sangheili child under a table, then leveled his carbine at the door. Sweat dripped from the Spartan's face. Even John had feared these monsters the first time he saw them. Now without all of his MJOLR battle armor, he was meat.
Adrenaline began pumping through James' veins. He had a chance, but it was slim. In close quarters like this, fighting them was suicide.
As the vibrations became slower, James hid behind a stack of crates. If he could get the jump on them, he might win. They came in, shields brought up to their bodies. They knew James was in here. One of them turned around, revealing a patch of orange eels, completely unguarded.
James jumped from his hiding place, and fired two shots into the hunters back. It cried in pain and fell to the floor. His bond brother became enraged. It chased James around the room, constantly swinging at him with its colossal shield.
James fired as he ran, the rounds only singing the hunters armor. The carbines battery reached zero. Could there be any worse timing. James threw his gun at the hunter, who knocked it aside with his cannon. The Spartan jumped onto a table, rolled, leaped into the air, and pushed off of a wall. He grabbed the hunter's neck, and swung around to its back.
The beast roared as it received a powerful kick to its most exposed area. It threw its back against the wall. James narrowly avoided it, but a spike had stuck him in the shoulder.
The colossus slowly walked towards him. Clutching his arm, James stumbled backwards. There had to be a weapon in one of these crates. After all, it was an armory.
James kicked behind him, shattering a cube of purple metal. Plasma grenades poured onto the ground, but best of all and energy sword lay on the floor at James' feet. The Hunter saw him reach for it, and charged, but James was too fast. By the time the colossus had reached him, the blade was activated and heading for it. The two beings collided.
James' energy sword ran through the hunter's armor like it was butter. It fell on top of James, three tons of meat and metal. The Sangheli boy crept out from under his table, and ran towards the Spartan. It couldn't see James under the beast. There was only one thing he could do. Although it was a great dishonor, it would be necessary to pull this hunter apart. It climbed onto the beasts back, and began removing chunks of slain eels from the beast's back.
If the Sangheili's father ever figured out that he had mutilated a Covenant soldier's corpse, he would be meat. After a few minutes, the sucker had uncovered James' face. It wasn't clear if the Spartan was dead or alive, but the child didn't plan on leaving James behind. It took almost half an hour to clean the rest of the eels out of the blue plating. The armor was too heavy to budge, but if he could wake James up, he could do it.
The Sangheili poked at the Spartan's face, but he still wouldn't wake up. It grunted and pitter pattered around the room, searching for something. It pulled some sort of sphere out of a medical crate, and ran back to James. The child pressed on the orb, activating it.
The bauble slightly illuminated the room with a teal light. The critter opened James' mouth, and made him bite the sphere. Energy pulsed through his body, causing him to wake up with a gasp. The Spartan coughed, and looked around the room. He then spotted the small Sangheili staring at him, holding a faded orb in his hands.
The Spartan got up, and walked as though nothing had happened to him. Each and every one of his wounds had miraculously healed. His MJOLNR helmet rested on its side by a disemboweled corpse. Upon studying it, it seemed to be a jackal. Its stomach had been torn open, and there was a slice in the back of his neck.
James didn't have time to ponder over what had happened to the poor bastard. Instead he donned his helmet, and began searching for a new weapon," Kid, you know where I can get a decent firearm?"
"firearm?"
"A gun."
"You speak like me."
James sighed, "It's a translator scout."
"What is translator scout?"
James let out a short laugh," No it's just called a translator. It converts my language into yours and yours into mine. I called you Scout because I don't know your name."
"My name Zephyth."
"Let's stick with Scout." James said as he rummaged through more crates. Although the child was a liability, James enjoyed his company. Even though he would never admit it to himself, James was quite lonely. His humanity was slowly being drained out of him by constant killing, and this child made him fell human.
It was dangerous to bare emotion, even fatal, but for someone who had gone without it for so long, it felt like he had risen above the water that had been drowning him for years. James finally found a plasma rifle, and activated it."Do you know what's happening here? Why is everyone so
afraid?"
"They got free."
"They?"
"The fast water."
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"Do not let them take the bridge my brothers!" Jaral Roared as he unleashed a hail of plasma at one of his fallen warriors. These monstrosities had forced him to slay his own men. Infection forms poured in through the broken door.
The Elites burnt them to death with smoldering balls of fire. combat forms came next. He recognized the mutilated face of his First Lieutenant. Jaral had no room for mercy, every single one of them had to die.
Captain Zaxaramus turned to Jaral as he tore a Combat form's head from its body, "Admiral, we must evacuate!"
"They will not take The Hammer of Reckoning!"
"The Hammer is lost your honor! There is nothing we can do to save this ship, we must consider the lives of our men!"
The Admiral didn't like anyone telling him what to do. Zaxaramus was getting a bit too familiar. Jaral decided he was expendable. A strange spider like creature blocked the door. It lurched back, looking straight at Jaral.
The Elite grabbed Captain Zaxaramus, and pulled him back, using the alien as a shield. A hail of spikes ejected from its mouth, destroying the Zaxaramus's energy shields, punching through his red plating, and tearing flesh from bone.
Zaxaramus' boddy shook as spike after spike pierced his skin.
Jaral threw the corpse aside. He had known the Captain for almost all of his life, but in war, friendship was not a factor.
The bridge was overwhelmed. Jaral's soldiers took cover behind control terminals, and anything else they could find. Every time one of his men died, one more creature was added to the enemy's forces.
In little time, the Admiral was the last of the Elites on the bridge. He activated a plasma grenade, and threw it at the door. Green liquid spattered the walls. Jaral sprinted into the hall. He had to keep moving. Nowhere was safe.
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James picked up Zephyth, and took a quick look around the corner of the doorway, "I need you to tell me where the hangar is."
"Let's find father first."
James exhaled. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave the Sangheli here, or the child would most certainly die, but he couldn't go looking for the things father or the Spartan would most likely be shot, "We can't."
"Why not? It easy. Just go to bridge."
James sat down and leaned against the wall. He placed the child in front of him, and looked into his eyes. "Listen, I'm notlike you." The creature cocked its head in confusion. "I'm not part of the Covenant"
"What are you then?"
"I'm," James pondered over the best way to make him understand this, " I'm a Demon." James expected the little guy to turn and run, but he didn't.
"They say you are immortal. What does immortal mean?"
"It means you can't die."
"It true?"
James fell into silence. Behind his visor was a pale face, "No...it's not."
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Jaral heard the moans of Combat forms behind him. He was running as fast as he could, and was almost out of breath. The Elite turned, fired of a few shots into a combat form's head, and continued to run. He skidded around a corner, finding himself directly in front of a mutated engineer. It received a powerful punch to the stomach. Crushing the infection form within and sending the corpse straight into the wall.
Jaral was searching for something, something he would die for without a moment's hesitation. Jaral needed to get to the armory. There he would acquire more powerful weaponry. He was almost there when he came to a sudden halt. There in the hallway in front of him, was a being of pure evil. This was something he hoped would never happen to him. He was face to face with a Demon.
[Edited on 10.04.2009 8:26 PM PDT]