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Subject: [Story] James: MIA (Part.9 The Parasite Is Up!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

James twirled through space, a punctured jet pack strapped to him. His oxygen bar was steadily decreasing. He didn't have much longer to live, but that didn't bother him. What bothered him was that his home planet was being torn apart, and he couldn't do a thing about it.

James was able to catch glimpses of the battle. From his standpoint, he saw that there was no chance of victory. Then again, John never lost. He always beat the odds.

After spinning for over forty minutes,the spartan noticed something strange. He was heading towards an object, but he couldn't quite see it. It couldn't be a stealth cruiser. It would have hailed him if it was. A covenant stealth ship had never been reported, but it was possible. The closer he got the more sure he was. The bulbous sections became detectable. A blue sliver appeared, and something launched out of it. They had seen him.

James was a Spartan, but in his current condition, even he was helpless. The phantom was heading straight towards him. James pumped his hydrostatic gel layer up to its maximum capacity. It was excruciatingly painful. He felt like thousands of thin knives were sticking him at once. James only winced. He had something more important to worry about. It looked like the Covenant bastards were about to ram him, until his rotating stopped. James was slowly being pulled towards the ship. Nothing the Covenant did surprised him anymore.

As the hero pumped his hydrostatic gel back down, the side hatch of the phantom opened. Four Elites were his welcome party. When James was in reach, they pulled him in to the ship. He played dead, until the hatch closed and air filled the compartment, then he decided to make the walls just a little bit purpler.

[Edited on 11.15.2009 12:22 PM PST]

  • 09.30.2009 7:51 PM PDT
Subject: (Story) Spartan James: MIA
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Yeah! A story about what happens to James after the Fall of Reach! Keep it up, I want to read on.

  • 09.30.2009 8:05 PM PDT

How come I never get the sniper rifle?!
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My ROFLsniper goes POW!

Great! Please turn this into a multi-part story! Good job!!!!!

  • 09.30.2009 9:16 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

I'm glad you guys like it :)

  • 09.30.2009 10:08 PM PDT

Posted by: Dropship dude
No, acnboy. Spartain Ken 15 is a lesser being. Much like the bacteria that lives in your shi­t.
Posted by: mike120593
My shi­t bacteria takes offense to that comparison.

Don't make me lel. You won't like me when I lel.

Making the walls just a little bit purpler, LOVE that.

  • 10.01.2009 4:02 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Part.1 Captured

The Elites mumbled amongst themselves, not knowing how amazing the Spartan's hearing was.

"The prophets will be pleased Kel'Taz."

"Indeed they will be, Zeraya." The one they called Kel'Taz was clad in shining gold armor. He was taller than most Elites, and the same applied to his width. James would have to be quick if he wanted to kill the four monsters. Zeraya wore black plating, the uniform of a covenant stealth unit. The other two Elites wore red. All of them were officers. This wouldn't be an easy fight. "Finally we have captured a Demon. It shall suffer for all of its kind's sins."

James grinned behind his visor. Just try split lip. Kel'Taz approached James. He seemed to be unconscious, the way the Spartan lay on the floor. The Elite bought it, and paid dearly. In a flash James had the lower part of the aliens leg in a vice grip. Only applying a small amount of his strength, he crushed the creature's bone.

The Elite let out a cry of pain. The others rushed to their Generals aid, but James was too fast. He pressed one foot against the Elites ground, and jammed the other into its waist. The Spartan pulled back, tearing a limb straight of the Covenant bastard. Now he had a weapon.

The Elites in red charged him first. Only two could get to him at once due to the thinness of the troop carrying row. The golden plating of the General's leg easily obliterated the heads of his two attackers, however the Stealth unit was nowhere to be seen. James looked behind him, but there was nothing. The stealth system left a shimmer in the air, and as a Spartan he would be able to detect it. He turned his attention to the Elite writhing on the ground, swimming in a pool of his own blood. "Thanks for letting me borrow it." James wound back, preparing to finish the creature, but before he could swing, a powerful blow was delivered to the back of his head. His vision went as black as the empty space around him.

James awoke to intense blue light shining in his eyes. Everything hurt. He felt dizzy, and vulnerable. He lay bare skinned on a metal table, his MJOLNR armor was nowhere to be seen. Strange creatures that seemed to be floating above him waved tentacles that held sharp tools zeroing in on him.

The aliens cut through layers of skin and rock hard muscle, examining the metal plating over his bones. They injected something into his arm, and a pain shot from his wrist into his brain. Bound to the table by pure energy, there was nothing James could do but endure the pain. As a Spartan, this was a miniscule task.

One of the floating creatures lowered a needle towards his eye. Before it could get a chance do stab the Spartan, a siren went off. James noticed it was a Covenant space craft alarm. They only sounded it when something went horribly wrong. A voice speaking in a language James couldn't understand rang out through the ship's intercom.

The floating bastards abandoned their sliced up specimen for safety. They looked terrified. The ship's power began to fade, and James energy cuffs weakened. The Spartan tore free, and rolled off the table. Blood spattered the ground. He had forgotten how wounded he was. The chance of freedom made him ignorant and careless. Completely sapped of energy, James crawled across the floor. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar shade of green. The hero painfully turned his neck, and there it was his ticket out of here.

  • 10.01.2009 7:44 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Part.2 A Nightmare Approaching

James crawled towards his only hope. The other side of the room seemed miles away, but like a bug drawn to light, he persistently crawled towards his MJOLNR battle armor. He left a trail of blood on the floor behind him, marking his movement. When he finally reached his suit, he noticed only half of it was present. He cursed the Covenant. James would just have to find the rest later.

The Spartan pulled it off of the wall, and opened a satchel on its waist. Everything had been rummaged through, but nothing seemed to be missing. He pulled a roll of antibacterial gauss out of a black pouch. James wasn't sure how long it would hold him together, but he knew the Covenant must have some sort of healing device here. If not, he'd get one of those floating suckers to patch him up.

James quickly bandaged the flaps of cut skin down to his body. They were immediately died red, but the gauss held. The Spartan donned the bottom half of his armor, and stood. Without a battery pack his shields wouldn't work, but the crystalline pattern of his black under layer would still amplify his strength. He forced himself not to limp. James kicked the room's doors open, expecting immediate covenant resistance. However all he saw was a nearly fully charged carbine and a train of purple blood. Whoever was using it didn't have the chance to get off too many shots.

James picked it up, and leveled it to his shoulder. Running through the hallways, he sweated from the strain of his wounds. Every time he turned a corner, no guards were present. What could possibly scare the Covenant this much? James became tense as he heard footsteps and the voices of elites. He fell back behind a crate, waiting for a fight. Three Elites turned to corner. Two stood tall, but the third was slung in between them. He was covered in blood, and a significantly large hole was torn in his stomach.

James fired the carbine. The beams, three kills. The Spartan moved forward. He didn't know the design of this ship, but if he could get to the ship bay, he could get a ride off this cursed ship. James ran for quite some time without encountering any resistance. The walls were spattered with blood, but no corpses were found. It was as if they just got up and walked away.

James coughed onto his arm. A mist of red sprinkled his skin. Perhaps he was worse off then he thought. The Spartan remained sharp, never letting his guard down. He felt the hallway vibrating. It was getting closer. He could hear boots heavily hitting the metal ground. There was only one type of Covenant this big that would travel on an Elite's ship, Hunters.

  • 10.02.2009 4:47 PM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

Very nice. I like the detail. Keep it up.

  • 10.03.2009 11:52 AM PDT
Subject: [Story] James: MIA (Part.3 A Savior Released!)
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Part.3 Savior

Without over shields, and more than half of his MJOLRN armor missing, it would be suicide to engage the Hunters. James sprinted deeper into the unknown passages of the ship. A locked door stood in his way at a dead end. He had an eerie feeling that he shouldn't open it, but he didn't have much of a choice.

The Spartan kicked it open, and the metal barrier flew across the room. It was dark, but James could see fine. Strange tubes filled the place. They were shattered open, like whatever was inside it had escaped. He swept the room with his carbine, one arm gripped tightly onto the weapon, the other pulled back ready to release a devastating blow. Something moved behind him. James twirled around, but saw nothing. He placed both hands on his alien firearm, and moved towards the sound.

The Soldier heard it again. It was coming from behind a group of boxes. James silently approached them. Once in range, he knocked them aside. What was behind the barrier was of no threat. It was only a Sangheili child, hiding its face behind a torn tunic. It was curled into a tight ball, and looked up at the giant with innocent eyes.

James leveled his rifle to its head, his hands shaking. Is this right? It's was only a child. He didn't have a choice of what he was born into. No, he's covenant. He'll grow up to be just as horrible as the rest of them. Still, the Spartan couldn't bring himself to fire. James scowled, "Damn it!" He scooped the creature up with one arm, and brought it up to his shoulder. The child clung to James' neck, holding on to safety.

James continued to search the room. It seemed to be a testing facility. Strange devices were scattered everywhere. If the rest of his suit was even on this ship, it would have to be here. He put the child down on to a table, and scoured the room. The torso of his MJOLRN battle armor lay on a pedestal, under a shattered bulb. The arms were missing, but at least he had his shields back.

The armor was slightly dismantled, but the Spartan easily put it back together. James noticed the Sangheili boy staring at his robotic arm. "Yeah, your nanny did that." It cocked it's head, confused. Of course it had no idea what James said, but it could sense slight hostility. None the less, as soon as James got close enough, he jumped back into the Spartans arms. It felt awkward. James didn't understand what the little thing wanted. Was it affection? That was a foreign concept to the soldier, and it was something he would never be able to give.

A hum was sent out of the suit as it powered up. The frictionless surface caused the child to swing all over the place forcing James to slightly lower the energy barrier's strength. The little sucker was a huge liability, but the man felt compelled to keep it safe. Maybe it was out of kindness, or maybe he wanted to be something he never had, a father. James could feel the vibration of heavy footsteps in the halls. It was them. There was no way of avoiding the battle this time, now it was all up to luck.


[Edited on 10.04.2009 5:36 PM PDT]

  • 10.03.2009 12:29 PM PDT
Subject: (Story) Spartan James: MIA
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Do not waste your tears, I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

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We should know better, because we are better.

This last chapter was odd. Interesting but odd.

  • 10.03.2009 4:47 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] James: MIA (Part.3 A Savior Released!)
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

How so?

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  • 10.03.2009 5:06 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] James: MIA (Part.4 The Warrior and the Demon released!)
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Part.4 The Warrior and the Demon

I would greatly appreciate it if you would comment on this after reading it, even if it is just a sentance. I just want to know if people are reading and enjoying my writing :)
(I apologize for the lengthyness)

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]

  • 10.04.2009 5:47 PM PDT
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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.

Sweet! This is really good, but you may want to charactarize the Elite a little more. But of course you have only just introduced him. Keep it up!!!

  • 10.05.2009 1:03 PM PDT

This is pretty well done; and as Teamkill says, characterise the Elite more.

Suppose you could check out my fan fics at some time?

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  • 10.05.2009 1:11 PM PDT

It's not Hip-Hop, its Electro.... prick.

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This is pretty well done; and as Teamkill says, characterise the Elite more.

Suppose you could check out my fan fics at some time?

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Hey 'frog I gotta back you up on that one, your stories are great!

(Even greater than my fanfic "The Black Curtain" which may be found towards the bottom of the gallery forum page...)

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  • 10.05.2009 3:36 PM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Im glad you guys like it :) I am currently working on the next part, but it may be a while because of school work.

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Great story so far, keep up the good work! Just curious about the whole child Sangheili, I thought only males were warriors. And only adult males that have proven themselves.

I think however, that having the child present in the story could lead to all kinds of interesting things.

Standing by for next installment.

  • 10.07.2009 1:32 AM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Posted by: Spiker99
Great story so far, keep up the good work! Just curious about the whole child Sangheili, I thought only males were warriors. And only adult males that have proven themselves.

I think however, that having the child present in the story could lead to all kinds of interesting things.

Standing by for next installment.



Thanks man :) Im glad you like it. As for the child thing, youll se :)

  • 10.07.2009 4:38 AM PDT

Honor Light Your Way, Our Blood Shall Forge A Thousand Generations!.

You probably didn't know this, but I recognized 'Fast Water'.

The flood aren't called the Flood, simply because they overflow things.

They're called the Flood because the first time God tried to extinct Humans, he used a flood.

The seconds time, he used a Parasite.

The Flood.

:P

  • 10.07.2009 5:27 AM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Posted by: LIL Smurf DOGG
You probably didn't know this, but I recognized 'Fast Water'.

The flood aren't called the Flood, simply because they overflow things.

They're called the Flood because the first time God tried to extinct Humans, he used a flood.

The seconds time, he used a Parasite.

The Flood.

:P




Woah. We got a bright one over here. (not sarcasm)

  • 10.07.2009 1:18 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] James: MIA (Part.5 Far From Human released!)
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Part.5 Far From Human

James was caught off guard. The Elite was about to fire its plasma rifle when it stopped, "Zephyth!"

"Father!" The Sangheili child wriggled in James; ms, signaling that he wanted to be let go. The Spartan set the boy down, and it trotted to its father.

This was the last thing James needed, more complications. This was getting way out of hand. His objective was to get off of this ship alive. The Elite wasn't distracted for long. It brought a hateful gaze upon James, "What have you done to my son Demon?"

James was silent, but Zephyth was not, "He save me!"

"Silence child! Do not listen to the Demons lies."

"He no hurt me!"

"Can't you see that this monster has corrupted you?" Even while he yelled at his child, his eyes never left the James' visor.

"I don't want do anything to either of you, I just want to get off this ship."

The Elite growled," You, who has slain so many of my kind, dares to ask for MY help?"

"No, I'm not asking for your help, I'm telling you to get the hell out of my way."

"If you are so confident than why not strike me down?" The Covenant officer roared. Then he realized something,"Ah, you do fear for my sons safety." The alien set Zephyth down," Stand back child!" The Sangheili boy trotted behind the corner, just peaking his head around it. The child's father wiggled his mandibles," There is no excuse now Demon. Fight me, or run like the coward you are!" The Elite threw its plasma rifle to the floor.

This was going to be a melee battle. James' would be better off without his weapon. The Spartan dropped his as well,"Last chance, get out of my way."

"Never. I will present your severed head to the prophets myself!" The Elite charged. James took on a defensive stance, ready to kill. When the alien was in range, James launched his hand through its over shield, got a hold under the bastards armor, and flipped it over his head. The creature cried out in pain. James came in for the finishing blow, a titanium boot to the skull. Before he could do so, the Elite swept his legs out from underneath him.

The ground shook as the one ton super soldier hit the metal floor. His enemy pounced on top of him, and savagely beat at the Spartans helmet. The titanium dented, and the visor began to crack. James had to do something soon or his face would be pulverized. The Spartan lowered his hands from his face, seemingly surrendering. In a flash, he slammed both fists into the alien's rib cage. A series of snaps shot into the air. Purple blood dripped from its mouth as it slid off of the Spartan's chest. James picked up his plasma rifle, and leveled it to the Elite's head.

Zypheth ran towards his creator, "Please don't kill father!" James realized his relationship with the Sangheili child had gone too far. Without a moment's more hesitation, the Spartan fired his weapon twice into its heart. Zephyth kneeled next to the corpse, his eyes tearing. The child gently poked at his father, hoping he would somehow stand again. "Why?"

James ignored the question, and turned his back on the alien. It ran towards him, knowing nowhere else to go, but James pushed him back. This caused the creature to fall down, and begin to cry.

James turned around. This was not an action of compassion, in fact, at that moment there was only one thing going through his mind, all threats must be eliminated. Caring for something was lethal. Caring for Zephyth meant death. The Spartan leveled his weapon, and fired.

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Jaral regained conciousness. The Demon had only destroyed one of his two hearts. He could pull through. Tilting his head, the Elite noticed a seared corpse, smoldering on the floor. It was Zephyth, his son. The Alien cried out in paternal torture. He would kill that Demon, even if it meant his death.

[Edited on 10.09.2009 4:12 PM PDT]

  • 10.07.2009 6:35 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] James: MIA (Part.4 The Warrior and the Demon released!)

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wow. thats all i can say, this is truly exceptional work.

  • 10.07.2009 8:09 PM PDT
Subject: [Story] James: MIA (Part.5 Far From Human released!)

"Go die in a corner."

this is awesome! i can't wait for part 6!

  • 10.17.2009 9:51 PM PDT

I'm someone you knew, maybe even were friends with.....but from another time...another place.

The Mayans were the most epic trolls EVAR.

DAMN YOU I WAS GONNA WRITE A STORY ABOUT JAMES...but yours sure beats the -blam!- outta mine, lol.
seriously, nice work, hope to see part 6 soon!

  • 10.18.2009 10:09 AM PDT
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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

Thanks :) I'm really happy that you guys like it. Sorry icy
:( When you write something, send me a message. Il be sure to read it :D

  • 10.18.2009 1:00 PM PDT

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