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Subject: Halo: Fate Twister

A Freelance story by Kevin Gregory
This is purely fan based
If you don't like it, don't hate
I have tried to keep this novel as accurate to the halo universe as possible
The setting
This story starts in the near future
2015


Comments or questions?
SGTLEGENDKILLER@HOTMAIL.COM

THIS STORY CONTAINS MILD LANGUAGE

Look, i just want to say that i, truly, have never read anyone else's story until a few days ago. so any names and likeness to another story is completely coincidental. also if you see a mistake, spelling, wrong word, just post or email me. no flaming PLZ!!! the world would be also better without it.
P.S. i have noticed that there is another story out already with a similar name as mine. honestly i couldn't think of another name so if you think of one, post or email.
ENJOY.

the first chapter has nothing to do with the Halo universe so just bear with me, it is just laying a background.

CHAPTER #1 The Beginning of Change
PART #1 High Hopes and Hurt

Home, I had almost forgotten what it was like. I haven't seen it in almost four years. I'm sure a lot has changed since I joined the Marines in 2012. I remembered the day I stepped in to the recruitment office, that old man behind the desk raised his eyebrow and said. "Boy, I can tell just by looking at you, you'll be one of the best to walk through that door in years."
I was always better than most kids at high school. I was faster, stronger, and I had been noted for my quick thinking. I was on the football team, a linebacker. I could easily tackle any one. I grew up on a farm spent my whole life working.
These are some of my greatest memories. I had too much on my mind. I was on my way home. I only had a few things I was taking back: myself, a uniform, and a slightly modified semi auto SPAS12 gauge. I'll never forget the Nightmare behind that.
It was about a year ago in Afghanistan. I was riding with a convoy of about 30 vehicles, mostly Humvees. We were on our way to the airbase about 55 miles from the barracks. We were escorting some important field Intel. Along with three trucks filled with explosives. We were starting to drive through a village, when an RPG came down from the roof tops, blowing up the two Humvees ahead of mine. I was the first out of the truck. I shouldered my FAMAS and hit the guy with the RPG with a well-placed three round burst. Through a gut retching seven minute firefight, there was 15 of the 40 that were traveling with the convoy.
There was this kid, fresh out of boot camp. His name was Nicoli Garstrov. His father was Russian, his mother British. He had a wife and a baby on the way. I had only met him two weeks earlier, but we had become best friends. I he had a strange saying about luck "If you find a shotgun shell on the ground and its empty, it is worthless. But if full it could save your life someday". He had a back pack full of shotgun shells. He always carried that and a SPAS12.
He and I were stuck behind a cement wall. I was looking everywhere, for any options. I found that across the street. A staircase leading up to the roof tops. We need to get to the roof, it would provide cover and the advantage we needed. I informed Nick of this plan, gave a 1, 2, 3, and we dashed across the street.
What happened next I didn't expect: A little down the street there was a Humvee, one of our guys was use for cover, was hit by an RPG. It was thrown into the air. It was hurtling towards us. We saw this at the same time. I managed to leap behind a wall, Nick tried but wasn't fast enough. I watch in horror as one ton of steel landed on my friend. I climbed over the four foot wall. He was still alive, but the truck had crushed his legs. He was bleeding fast and was going to die unless I did something quick. I went to the front of the truck and shot the windows out. I reached in and grabbed the radio. As soon as I started to talk I was interrupted by minigun fire. I looked up to see five Blackhawks and seven Apache Longbows flying overhead. Four of the black hawks dropped ropes. Soldiers in black combat suits with the novelty British flag stitched on the arms. They had sent the SAS behind us. One Blackhawk was descending to meet us. I raced back to Nick he had managed to pull of his SPAS12. He handed he his gun and weakly said. "I don't care what happens to me. This is my gift to you, use it well." I turned to see the Blackhawk touch down. I turned to tell Nick that he would be okay, but I was stopped by the cold dead eyes of my friend. He didn't have to die. If I would have acted sooner he might still be here today.
I was awaken by a friendly slap on the arm. I look over to see a familiar face, Mike Brook. He looked at me with a warm, touching smile and said "Wake up Don. It's time to get up and get ready school." I stared at him blankly and replied "congratulations Mike, you have won the caretaker. Mike I'm a 21 year old former Marine, I can honestly take care of myself!" he laughed as I gave him the finger. He folded his hands and leaned back "That's what I'm here for." He replied smartly.
Mike has my friend since we were both five. Him and I have been through a lot together, school, boot camp advanced training. Mike signed up for the Marines a half an hour after I did. He also managed to somehow squeeze into advanced training with me. Once in advanced training I saw why he got in, he was an excellent sniper. He could get a bull's-eye at 500 yards without using a scope or iron sights. We both got pretty good at everything. We made a perfect team.
One day we were escorted into a room where a man in a black suit was sitting. He told us to sit down. He looked at me and said "Donny Caster and Michael Brook. I've heard about how skilled you two are. You both are both very devoted, hard pressed Marines. Dan you excel at hand to hand combat. As a matter of fact you knocked the staff sergeant out on the first day because he was singling out Mike. You're very skilled with handguns, assault rifles, and shotguns. Mike you're probably the best marksman I've ever met. You bulls eyed a target a mile away on you first shot with the M82."
He paused, leaning back in his chair "I'm going to give you to an offer that the best only get to hear of." He then started to describe a new task force that consisted of the British S.A.S, the Army Rangers, Navy Seals, and BlackOps. This task force went by the name SKYLARK. After half an hour of talking he leaned forward and asked "So, you two in?"
The long flight home ended after it landed in Papago Army Airfield, Phoenix, Arizona. Mike and I got our stuff and left the base. When we got out of the base, I was given a package from a delivery man. Inside of the package there was a set of keys labeled "Super Snake" and a note "dear son, the loan came through on the Shelby. She's all yours. ~Joe Caster.
P.S. Drive responsibly that's a 65,000 dollar car."
I told Mike to stay put and I walked up the street to the parking garage. I asked the guard if there were any cars stored in my name. He turned to his computer. He typed something then turned around and asked "Now how do a kid like you get a car like that?" I smiled and gave him the keys, he left.
I waited a few minutes. Then the gate opened and a beautiful 2007 Shelby GT500KR rolled out. The guard stepped out, gave me the keys, and walked back to the booth. I thanked him and put my bag in the trunk. I walked up the side of the car, I stopped to admire the shiny black metallic paint and how well the orange racing stripes looked. I got in. I waited a minute before starting the car. I looked at everything. I put the key in the ignition and started the car. The engine came to life, it purred like a kitten. I put the car in gear and took off.
I drove back to the airbase to pick up Mike. He was leaning on a wall. I pulled up. He looked up at the car. He couldn't tell who it was because of the window tint. I got out and smiled. He looked shocked. I grabbed his bags. I got back in looked over to see Mike still standing there, just staring. I rolled down the window, "Are you going to get in or stand there and drool on yourself!" I blurted out. e snapped his attention to me, jumped in and said "My momma always said, you came tell a lot about someone by looking at their car" doing his best Forrest Gump impersonation. I looked over smiled and peeled off down the road.
We had been on the road for seven hours. It was 9:30PM, and it was almost pitch black out. I was driving down a highway and there were no other cars on the road. Mike then said "Hey, there's no one out here. You should see how fast she goes!" without any hesitation said "No!"
He begged for five minutes strait. At first I hesitated, but after four minutes it started to sound like a good idea. I pushed the pedal all the way to the floor, the engine roared in agreement.
Even going 75 mph wasn't enough to keep the wheels from spinning. The backend slid to the right. Once we hit 100 it smoothed out as the tires got a hold of the pavement. A few seconds later we were going 167 and Mike was laughing at my attempts not to smile.
That all stopped when an illuminating yellow haze started to rise around the car. Rings started rising from the haze. There was a zap sound as the car was plunged into total darkness.


i will have the next part up soon

[Edited on 09.27.2010 1:46 PM PDT]

  • 09.27.2010 1:37 PM PDT

Part 1 1/2 and 2 (Yay)

I couldnt see anything. I could feel the steering wheel, but not see my hand in front of my face. Then the most nerve-racking feeling ever, it felt like my body was being stretched and bended. Then I realized there was no noise. No roar of the engine. No more of Mike's laughing. Then ever so faintly I heard. Voices, I could not hear them that well. Then, far away, a little dot appeared, not moving. *ZAP* Then everything appeared, the car, the engine screaming. Then like a bat out of hell, the car shot of like a rocket towards the light. I started to hear Mike scream, but the G-Force was too great to look over. Within seconds the dot became a blinding sun. My eyes were straining to adjust.
We passed through the light and I could hardly see. Dazed and confused, I pulled the emergency brake. I tried to keep the car from turning, but my efforts failed, the car started to slide. For the longest time it was almost in slow motion. I then felt the back of the car lift up and hit something. It sent the car spinning like a top. The car eventually started to flip sideways. The car rolled for a little bit, it hopped up in the air. My vision started to clear. I looked in the direction we were flipping. I covered my face. The car slammed into a wall. Everything stopped. I looked around, the side of the car I was sitting on hit the wall, and it had bounced away just enough to open a door.
Disoriented once again, I grabbed for the door handle. After a few seconds of failed attempts, I finally got a hold of it, it felt strangely small, but I didn't care. I had to get out. I opened the door, struggled to get out, but when I did, I tried to take a step to find out my legs weren't working as they should. I lost my balance and fell on my face. The last thing I remember was looking over to see a man in a white camo pants, a green shirt, and futuristic armor. He was leaning over pointing something at me. He said "Anyone have any idea what the hell that thing is?" Then I blacked out.


PART #2 Painful Slumber

After I had blacked out, I started to have these dreams. At first they were pleasant dreams of my childhood. They started to become horrible nightmares, about all the bad decisions. About all the people I've killed. One of them reminded me of one of the most horrible thing I've ever done.
It was late summer 2013 in Afghanistan. Mike and I had a mission together. One of SKYLARK's jobs was to search, track, and interrogate terrorist. Our goal at the time was to stop massive terrorist bombings like the one that happens two months earlier in Johannesburg while the British prime minister was visiting. We had already captured 57 alleged members of this terrorist group.
We were eventually lead to the leader. Mike and I had followed this guy for two weeks. Learning his schedule, plotting when the best time to act would be. We found an opportunity, a 15 minute time lapse. Mike and I grabbed our gear. The plan was Mike would be watching over the situation on a roof across the street and I would bust in and take the target down. All Mike needed was his FS3000 Prototype Multi-Utility Platform and a hand full of airfoil rounds. I took my FN SCAR along with my Desert Eagle. I busted the door down rushed in. I found him in a room with his wife and kid. I aimed my SCAR at his head and told him to get up.
His son then, unexpectedly, got up and stood between the barrel of my SCAR and his father. "Be careful with this one" Mike stated through the com channel. I signaled for him to move. He then pulled a knife from his shirt. He then managed to shove me to the ground and ripped the gun from my grip. I went to grab my sidearm but I realized he was already starting to try to stab me. He raised the knife above his head and plunged it straight down at my face. I managed to move my head over. *SLAM* I looked over to see the knife stuck in the floor half an inch from my face. I punched him in the face, disorienting him. I then pushed him away from me. I rolled to the wall. I stood up and finally got my sidearm out. He started to run at me. I flipped the fire mode up and shot him in the leg.
I had made a mistake. I realize what I did as I heard the second round go off. I had flipped the fire mode up to three round burst, a new prototype feature for the Desert Eagle. The recoil sent the second round into his stomach and the third into his chest. He fell back like a ragdoll. I dropped to my knees, soaking in what just transpired. I looked over to see the target reach behind a chair to grab an AK47. That's when Mike took action. I heard two piffs, an airfoil round, one to shatter the window and the second to take the target down. I sat down against a wall, took the clip of my Desert Eagle out. I pulled the slide back, ejecting the chambered round. I loaded the round into the clip and threw the clip on the floor.
I've killed people before, I hated it! I had planned to put a round in his leg to stop him. Mike finally came in and found me. I had shut down. The second team that came to take the target had to drag me back to base.
I cried over that boy for hours. Everyone kept telling me "It's alright, you were following orders". I had been promoted for that "successful mission" to a Sergeant first class. When they pinned the rank on my arm, all I could do was stare at the ground. Unable to stop thinking about the boy.
Then all of the nightmares stopped. A field started to appear. I look around then up to a beautiful night sky. I was dumbstruck. My thoughts were interrupted by red glowing beams coming down from space. They shot strait down and made contact with the ground. Bright purple explosions followed. It was quiet at first, like watching a nuke go off. I was hit by a shockwave that threw me off the ground. For a few seconds I was airborne. I hit the ground rolling. Landing on back, I was able to get one last view of the starlit sky, to hear a deep raspy voice say "Your fate has been twisted!" before a black cloud of dust engulfed me.

[Edited on 09.29.2010 1:07 PM PDT]

  • 09.27.2010 1:40 PM PDT

PART #3 The Wake up Call

I started to open my eyes. I was lying on my back, I was not very comfortable. My eyes started to itch. As I went to rub then I stopped. I looked at my hands, they were different. I had two long fingers and two opposing thumbs. I sat up and examined the rest of myself. I started at my feet. I was wearing boots covered with a black armor. They split at the end to form a hoof look. My knees bent strait back to a second "Knee" that continued down to my feet. My legs were also covered with a black armor, as was the outside of my arms starting from the hands up to the shoulder. The armor ended in a point 5 inches above the shoulders. My abdomen and neck were the only places without armor. I was wearing a skintight black nylon suit under the armor. The chest plate curved around my back. The last thing I checked was my face. I was wearing a helmet that covered the top of my head, and curved down to the side. My mouth was no longer present. In its place was a wide gap and two pairs of mandibles line to the tip with teeth.
I was shocked, overwhelmed. I started to soak in the situation. I started to scream. It was strange. It sounded like my voice, but deeper. Someone then kicked me with such force that I slid on my side until I hit a wall. I looked up to my attacker and to me surprised to see a Sangheili, a Covenant Elite. He was walking towards me. I tried to scramble to my feet, but he acted first. He reached down, grabbed me and lifted me up to my feet. I was confused, why was he not still attacking me. I looked at him. He was an inch or two shorter than me. He had the same armor as me. I looked around to see I was stuck in a prison cell with him. I noticed a guard outside of the cell. He was picking up a desk and a deck of cards scattered on the floor. There was a sink and a cot on the other side of the cell.
The Elite started to shake me, he then said "Hey, you alive in there?" that voice sounded familiar. I thought for a minute. It then hit me like a brick. I looked the Elite in the eyes. After playing with my new mouth parts for a few seconds I figured out how to speak. "Mike, you kicked me!" the Elite looked at me for a moment. His lower mandibles pulled back to form what would considered a smile. He started to laugh. "Jesus, man I'm glad your back. You've been down and out for three days. I thought for a seconds. "You have any idea what happened" I asked. "Not a clue. I remember being in the Mustang, you pulled the E-Brake. You looked dazed. Then these guys were pulling me out, and dragging me and you here." He started to look at me intensively. "When I woke up and went through what you just did. Man I screamed till I was blue in the face, but that's when the guard came and hit me. I was fine a little after that." He paused. I took that chance to ask "Have you tried to talk to the guard?" He started to pace around. "I've tried, but he won't talk to me." He stopped and watched me. I was trying to get to the cot. I was having a hard time, and I kept losing balance. It was like walking on stilts. I finally made it. I sat down and stared at the floor. "Hey Donny." "What?" "Before you pulled the E-Brake. The speedometer was maxed out at 200mph, up as high it would count. We must have been going 250. That's the fastest 'Stang I've ever seen!" I thought for a moment. "Hey Mike?" "Yes?" "Don't push your luck!"

PART #4 Huston we Have a Problem

The next 45 hours was a combination of dead silence and pacing around. I was trying to think of a rational explanation for what was happening. I would get to this point, only to revert back to: "Your fate has been twisted." What did it mean and why?
This turn of events shook me to the core. I could tell this was no dream. For many reasons, mostly because when Mike kicked me, it hurt. I could tell it bothered Mike as well. He would stand up, sigh, and then lean on a wall. Then sit back down a little while after. Sometimes he would mumble something, and then just stare at me for minutes on end. As if he was asking if I had a solution. The problem was: I was clueless as he was.
We had both got some sleep on the third day. It would be the sixth for Mike. I had waked up before him. I sat there for a while. I final came up with the idea to try to talk to the guard. I got up and started to walk up to the cell door.
I've had to grow sea legs before, but this was different. I was learning fast but I still had a "wobble" effect. Mike could at least walk in a straight line without losing balance.
I stepped up to the door. The guard was checking his gun. I recognize it, a MA5B, the Halo assault rifle. He was checking the magazines, the bolt and round chamber. It looked like a FAMAS. It had rubber grips, a round counter, and a green button. The power button for the round counter. All-in-all and awesome weapon! I would love to get my hands on one.
The guard looked up and jumped. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" He said with a frightened face. "Honesty, if you didn't see me walk over here, you're blind." I replied. He stared at me for a minute, "You know," he started "everyone wants to ask questions, but everyone is scared of you two." It sounded like he was holding back, "So what make me and him scary?" He looked shocked. "Have you looked at yourself?! You're eight and a half feet tall. You have four tentacle things for a mouth. Fiery orange eyes and arms that could rip a tank apart! How is that not scary?" I thought about it. "You should see it from my perspective. I'm as scared as you." I replied. "Hey could I ask you something?" "Sure." He replied. "What is the date?" He looked puzzled "October 7, 2525."
I was stunned. We had been pelted 500 years into the future and ended up becoming Elites. WOW weirdest story I've ever heard.
"Would you answer my questions?" He blurted out. "Sure." I replied. He started to look nervous. "What are you?" I had to think about it. I remembered something from the Halo books. "We are race of aliens known as the Sangheili." He looked a little more relaxed. "So, how did you two get here?" Looking at me with excitement, leaning forward in his chair. I thought quickly. "I truly have no idea!" He sighed. "Then why we're driving that old car?" I laughed "You would believe me if I told you." He laughed nervously. He paused "What's your name?" He asked. "Don Caster. What about you?" He looked shocked "William Lenux. What's your friend's name?" "Mike Brook." He started to reply but the PA system kicked on "We are coming out of slip space in five. Hold on." William sat backing his chair and held his MA5B tightly. I barely had time to think. With a lurch the ship slowed down almost instantly. If I had not have had a hold of the door I would have fallen over.
I heard a thump, and then Mike groaned. I turned to see him on the floor. "What happened?" I asked. Shaking his head he replied "What do you think happened? I fell off the damn cot!" I laughed. Mike got up and leaned on a wall, something he always has done. The PA system kicked on once again "Boys and girls welcome to the Epsilon System." I started to ask "What's in the Epsilon System" I stopped. I knew the name and what happens next. I walked over to the small 2X2 window. I looked out and saw a dark planet floating in a vast blanket. Harvest!!! My heart skipped a beat. I pieced it all together: October 7, 2525, The Epsilon System, Harvest. We were going to be in the middle of an uneven fight. The first time the Covenant would make them self's known. The First battle of Harvest. I started to get really nervous, my mandibles tightened together. I paused. I looked over at Mike. He was leaning with his back against the wall, arms folded, bobbing his head to an unknown beat. He looked over at me. He stopped and stood up. I could tell he saw that something was wrong. He started to tense up. "What's happening?" He asked. I replied "Something big is about to happen." "How can you tell?" "We just stopped over Harvest!" "What's wrong with that?" I remembered that Mike never played Halo.
I looked over at William. He was standing up trying to hear us. I leaned over closer to Mike "The First battle of Harvest." I whispered making sure that William didn't hear me. Mike tilted his head, confused. "There's no time to explain, just watch out the window. If you see anything tells me." He nodded. I started to walk over to William. "I need to speak to the captain! It's important." He replied with "I'm not authorized to do that." I was going to ask why, but Mike started to yell my name. I walked over to Mike. He said "I don't know how but you were right!"
At first you had you really look to see them, but as they move around Harvest they became easy to spot. A fleet of Covenant ships. They started to form a battle cluster. I turned to Mike "It is starting". His eyes widened. He was scared.

[Edited on 09.29.2010 1:08 PM PDT]

  • 09.27.2010 1:41 PM PDT

PART #5 NO TIME FOR GAMES

The PA system started to release static, and then a deep voice said "Your destruction is the will of the gods, and we are their instruments." At that moment all of the ships in the battle cluster fired a wave of red plasma at the UNSC Arabian, completely obliterating the small frigate. Both sides exchanged fire.
I felt a rush of adrenaline flow through my body. I started to act on impulse. I walk briskly up to the cell door. "Hey Will, come here I have to tell you something". Mike came up behind me. "What are you doing?" He asked. William, uncertain of what was happening, stood four feet from the door. I said "I'm sorry." He looked puzzled. I noticed he was wearing a sidearm, a M6D Magnum. Perfect. I shot my arm through the bars. Grabbed him by the shirt, and smashed him against the bars. Knocking him unconscious. By the time I dropped him. I had the pistol in my hand, and was shooting the door lock out. This all happened in under three seconds.
I opened the door. I managed to get out of the cell as the first set of plasma bolts hit the ship. The ship buckled almost enough to knock Mike off his feet. There was an explosion. The lights got knocked out. There was an orange glow coming from the window. I knew we had to move. I realized that I couldn't leave William here. I picked him up, put him on my shoulder and sprinted down the hall. Mike could barely keep up.
I knew that Elites were fast, but this was awesome! I was running three times faster than I ever had before. I must have been running at 40mph.
About half way there was another explosion followed by a blast of heat. It was right behind us. The door at the end of the hall was open. We would have to close it or the ship would depressurize. It was a distance of about 120 yards. I made it in about six seconds. When I got to the door I dove through. I tucked in my head and rolled. Leaving William on the ground. I raced back to the door. Mike just got through. I started to push. I got the door almost closed. The blast from the explosion hit the door. Slowly it started to open. Mike started to push with me, but that just slowed it down. I got down as low as I could, and pushed with all of the strength I had in my legs. The door started to close. Screaming in agony, I kept pushing. Finally I heard a *Click* and I feel on my side. I heard Mike lock the door over my gasping.
I stood up and looked around. We were in the hanger. I looked out to see the UNSC Vostok explode. I looked around and saw a sign pointing to the Bridge, which was on the second story balcony, 18 feet up. I looked at Mike pointed to the sign. I smiled and jokingly said "Press A to jump." He looked at me funny.
I holstered the M6D to the clip on the side of my leg and dashed a crossed the hangar. I stopped under the balcony. I sucked down and jumped as high as I could. I must have jumped up 12 feet. Grabbing hold of the ledge, I took a deep breath, and pulled myself up. I manage to swing my legs over the handrail. Found a map on the wall. I had one hallway before the Bridge. I ran towards the hallway.
I entered the hall. There was a Marine standing guard. He saw me and raised his M90 shotgun, Ready to fire. I rolled just in time as he blasted off a shot. He had just missed my head. Landing back on my feet, I ran straight at him. He didn't even have time to pump another shell into the chamber. I grabbed him by the neck with my left hand, grabbing the gun with my right. I lifted him to the ceiling. Then all in one hand I pumped a shell into the chamber, tossed it into the air, caught it and put the barrel to his throat. "You don't like it either? What a surprise" I snarled. His eyes became wide with fear.
I felt something in that moment unlike anything I've felt before. My entire body was full of rage. I wanted to pull the trigger. I wanted to see his dead motionless body. I wanted to see his blood on the wall. I stared into his eyes for several moments. My mandibles started to twitch from anticipation. I was feeding off his fear. I started to close my hand a little bit at a time. I started to choke him. His throat felt tiny and weak in my hand.
I felt a hand land on my shoulder, "Don, Let him down." It was Mike. I started to feel the exact way after I kill that boy in Afghanistan. I let the Marine down, took a step back and pumped the shotgun until the shells stopped ejecting. I threw it on the ground. Mike then said "Don, its okay, just let it go." I brushed him off. I started to walk towards the Bridge. I slammed my fist against the wall. I stopped at the door. I looked back. The Marine was rubbing his neck, and Mike was sitting on the ground. I sighed, turned, and walked through the door.
As I entered the Bridge everyone stopped and watched me. I walked up to the middle were a man in a gray uniform was looking at battle plans. He was the last to turn to face me. His tag read Captain Meribeau Veredi. He was a fairly tall man, in his 50's. He was smoking a cigar. "You need to get away from Harvest, as fast as you can." I told him. He looked disgusted. "What makes you think you can come in h"- I cut him off "If you don't leave now you will get slaughtered!" I yelled. He stared at me. I unholstered the pistol from my leg and raised it up to his head. "Don't play with me. We don't have time for games!" Another set of explosions shook the ship. He turned and his crew to jump for Reach.
I holstered the pistol and I walked up to the window in the front of the Bridge. I looked out to see the last of the ship's missiles fly through space only to do little damage to the battle cluster. The battle cluster fired one last wave of plasma as the ship started moving. The wave of plasma barely missed us. The ship eventually picks up enough speed to make a slip space rupture. With a lurch the ship bolted away from Harvest.
I started to walk out when Captain Veredi turned and said "I don't you are, but I have to thank you." I nodded and continued to leave. When I entered the hallway the Marine was gone. I saw Mike standing out by the railing I had climbed at the other end. I walked over to him.
He turned and said "Jesus, I've never seem you move that fast." I liked the compliment, but it didn't cover the fact that I just went bloodthirsty berserk three minute before. It bothered me. I closed my eyes for a minute. "Mike" I said as I picked my head up "do you realize what we just did?" "What?" "We just changed history."

  • 09.27.2010 1:51 PM PDT

O.K. thats a start. no i have Chapter 2 done but im still editing. ill wait a few days to post. hope yall enjoyed

  • 09.27.2010 1:53 PM PDT

CHAPTER #2 BROKEN RELATIONSHIPS
PART #1 SGT JOHN KELLY

We stood on the balcony for 15 minutes. We were watching the people in the hangar. The crew started to use the hangar as a medibay. There were chairs, tables and stretchers everywhere.
Captain Veredi came up behind me and said "You know. You could have given me your name." I turned to face him. I had to look down to make eye contact. I was surprised that he wanted to confront me after I just 20 minutes earlier had a gun to his head.
"My names Don Caster and this is my friend Mike Brook." I looked back at Mike to see him give a quick wave. I turned back to Captain Veredi. He then sighed "I realize that you did what you had to. If you would have not intervened we would hay all died." He paused. "If there is anything you need, just ask."
I thought for a minute. "Who was the Marine standing guard outside of the Bridge?" I asked "That would be" He paused to think. "John Kelly." "Is there any way I could talk to him alone?" He smiled.
He escorted me to a door labeled "Interrogation". He informed me that he couldn't stay but he would call John down.
I opened the door. Inside was a white 24X24 padded room with a dark wooden desk and two brown metal folding chairs. I turned to Mike "Hey, stay out here. I got this." He nodded.
I entered the room. I grabbed one of the chairs and pulled it to the corner of the room. I sat down. The chair was uncomfortably small. I eventually stood up after a few minutes.
I waited for at least 10 minutes before I heard the door open. John can through the door. He took one look at me and upholstered his M6D. He took a few steps closer to me. "Look, I just want to talk." I tried to reason. He replied "Don't we all?" I could see the hate in his eyes.
Just then Mike came through the door. John turned and started shooting at him. I saw a bright white silhouette flash around him. An energy shield! I didn't wait another second. I ran to John and snatched the M6D from his hand. John took a step back from me. I pulled the magazine out and pulled the slide back, ejecting any chambered rounds.
I tossed the M6D back to John. I turned to Mike and pointed to the door "Out!" He looked angry. "What the Hell!!! He just shot me!" He started to check himself for wounds. He looked back up at me. "Mike your fine, just leave." He cursed under his breath and stormed out.
John went to leave. I stopped him "Look I don't want you to hate Mike for what I did. I don't want you to be mad at me either. I've never acted like that before. I'm sorry." He looked at me for a moment. He spit at my feet and left.

PART #2 MIKE'S GOT QUESTIONS

I stood alone in the room for a while. I felt horrible. I just wanted forgiveness. I didn't even get to give him his magazine back.
I got out of the door to see Mike sitting against the wall across with his head in his hands. "You alright?" I asked. He looked up at me "Don, I'm confused. When he shot me, it didn't hurt. I saw a white flash and that's it! What going on? Just tell me something, anything, because I'm about to go crazy." He said as he looked deeply into my eyes.
"Mike," I started to say as I sat down next to him "I don't know how to explain this simple enough for you, but I'll try." I paused. He looked over at me as I continued. "From what I can tell, when we were in the mustang, when I started to go faster. We must have triggered something. Like in Back to the Future." He nodded. "We ended in the year 2525. We got tossed into an epic battle and we were on the losing side. Because of us we changed the captain's mind into leaving. Saving both us and the crew of the ship."
I stopped, trying not to go to fast for him. He looked at himself for a moment. He looked back at me. "What exactly did we become?"
"Mike we both ended up becoming Sangheili. Everyone will come to know us as Elites. The Elites are the military workhorse of the covenant. The Covenant is a group of aliens that want to destroy humanity. The Elites are equipped with an energy shield, which is why it didn't hurt when he shot you." I explained further.
He looked down the hallway and then back at me. "So everything that we left, its-its-" His voice sounded heavy. I finished what he was going to say "Gone. We left everything behind. Family, Friends, everything."
I heard a loud wail come from Mike. He was covering his face with his hands. He was- crying. I had only seen him cry once, when his mother died from cancer. I wrapped my arm around him to comfort him. He cried for several minutes.
He finally lifted his head. He was still whimpering. His eyes were red. The side of his face was drenched in tears. "Mike you're going to be o.k. I'm still here right?" he nodded. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
The truth was: I didn't know what was in store for us. I wanted to cry too.

PART #3 THE SHELBY RETURNS

It took Mike several minutes to regroup. He stood up and said. "Don. You won't tell anyone will you?" "No" I replied. I started to stand up as I heard someone call my name. I turned to see William walking towards us.
He stopped and said. "Hey Don. I don't know what to do, thank you or get mad at you!" "Why do you say that?" I asked. "You broke my nose!" He paused. "You did save me though." Mike walked behind William and said "Paul! He brokeded mah nose!" Mike and I laughed. William looked at Mike and then at me. "You two have way too much time on your hands!" he started to walk away.
I remembered his M6D. "Will!" he turn "I borrowed this from you?" I pulled it from the holster and tossed it to him. "Thanks." He said. "Hey you remember that 'old' car I was driving?" I asked. He nodded. "Where is it?" He walked passed us and said "Follow me."
We walked for several minutes. William eventually lead us to room he called the "Butcher Shop". We entered the room. I stopped to look around.
It was a fairly large room. It had a diamond shape. It had about a 40 foot high ceiling. There was M12G1 "Warthog" Light Reconnaissance Vehicles parked on a 46* slope to the wall. The slope would cut away every 20 feet or so to create a 'pit'. These pits were about 40 feet wide. Inside each pit there was a M808B "Scorpion" Main Battle Tank and three M274 "Mongoose" Ultra-Light All-Terrain Vehicles lined up in a row next to the tank. Hanging from the ceiling were four AV-14 "Hornet" Attack VTOLs. At the other end there was an olive green sheet covering something.
William pointed at the sheet "It's under there". I walked over to the sheet and pulled it off. There lay my pride and joy.
I walked around the Mustang, looking at the damage. The rear was the worst part. The right rear quarter panel was shoved two feet into the center. The rear bumper was hanging off. The only window left was the right passenger's window. The entire left side was crushed in. The front was scratched a little, but not much. There were scratched and minor dents everywhere. The right side had deep dents along the entire side.
The hood was slightly open. I opened it. The engine was fine. There was a lose hose here and there. I spent a few seconds to check everything, to make sure that everything was connected. I closed the hood.
I walked over to the driver door. The door was stuck, but with a tug it came loose. I pushed the seat back as far as it would go. I raised the steering wheel and got in. It was small, but I fit.
The key was still in the ignition. I turned it. With a few shudders, the engine came to life. I sat there for a few moments, listening to the engine. I looked over. The E-Brake was still up. I released it. I revved the engine a little before turning it off. I got out. I walked back to the trunk. I opened it to find Mike's clothing cluttered amongst my bags.
I pulled out one of my bags. I walked over to the passenger's side and put it on the roof of the car. I unzipped it. Inside there were some cloths, my uniform, and a small black box. It was my "treasure" box. I opened it. There was a few things: a bullet casing, some money, and about five photos.
I grabbed the photos and looked through them: Me as a kid, my house, first day of boot camp, Mike and I in Afghanistan-. I stopped at the last photo.
It was a photo of my family. Me, my dad, mom, and my sister. I felt a tear run down my face. Everything I said to Mike was true. We had left everything behind. Friends, family, everything.
I started to feel enraged. Not at Mike, not at myself, but at the car! If it had not been for the car this would not be happening. I slammed my fist on the roof, leaving a dent and causing my bag to fall on the floor.
I sat with my back against the car. I started to cry. I looked down to see the photo of my family staring at me. I then lost it. I stood up and walked to the trunk. I pulled out the gun case. I opened it and pulled the SPAS-12 out. I took the shells from the sleeve on the top of the SPAS-12. I loaded the SPAS-12 until it was full and cocked it.
I walked back to the side of the Mustang. I picked the family photo up. I put my finger on the trigger. I was going to end it all. I was going to kill myself. I raised the gun, putting the barrel between my mandibles. I took one last look at the photo and closed my eyes. I started to pull the trigger.

  • 10.06.2010 1:42 PM PDT

PART #4 SUICIDE

I heard it go off, but I was still alive. I opened my eyes to see Mike holding the SPAS-12 from my face. "What are you doing!?!" Mike yelled. Mike stared me down. My hands started to shake in anger. I pulled it from his grip. "I'll kill you if you have to!" I screamed as I aimed it at him.
Mike then tackled me to the ground. He was fully intent on getting the gun away from me. He finally ripped it from my hands. He threw it over by the tank 20 feet away. I hit Mike in the gut. He fell over, clutching his stomach. I stood up. I grabbed Mike by the neck and dragged him over to the tank.
I dropped him next to the right tread. He looked up with tears in his eyes and said "Don, why?" "Shut up!" I replied. I started punching him. Blow after blow he wailed in pain. I hit him until I felt his blood on my hands. I stopped. I picked up the SPAS-12 once more. I stood over him. He was trying to scamper away. His dark purple blood was dipping down his neck. I aimed it at Mike.
Someone hit me in the side with a ½ inch pipe. I fell over. I looked up to see a man with a dark face and a short beard. He then continued to hit me with the pipe. I had managed after a few seconds of this to roll away. I stood up and tried to grab the SPAS-12. He jumped on my back, put the pipe in front of my neck and started to choke me. I had fallen to my knees. He choked me until I was about to pass out. He stopped. I looked back up to see hit punch me in the face. I passed out.
I started to wake up. Even before I opened my eyes I lied on my side from the pain. I started to couch up blood. I opened my eyes to see that someone had moved me to the wall. There was blood stained on my chest armor. I felt horrible. My entire body hurt. I had just about killed my friend. I looked up to see a bunch of UNSC Marines standing around something. I struggled to get up.
I wanted to see what was going on. As I started to approach the Marines they turned and readied there weapons. I looked passed them to see Mike and the guy who choked me talking. They looked up at me. Mike got up and grabbed the SPAS-12 from a table. He walked up to me. His left eye was closed and swollen. He had blood stained down his neck. He looked pissed. "I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not going to be around someone who wants to kill me!" He shoved the SPAS-12 into my chest. "So go ahead, kill yourself! I won't stop you!" he shook his head and walked away.
The Marines left soon after. I put the SPAS-12 back in the gun case. I was alone with the man who chocked me. I started to walk towards him, as I did he grabbed a BR55HB SR Battle Rifle and aimed it at me. I noticed that there was and ace of spades on his left arm. His name tag read "Sgt John Forge". I stood there for a few moments. He then lowered his Battle Rifle. "You did a number on your friend. You almost killed him. He had a cut behind his eye I had to stitch up. You gave him a black eye." He turned, set the Battle Rifle down, and started to pack up the Medkit.
He finished. He turned back to me. "Other than that he threw up and cried for a while." He paused. "I was working on Battle Rifle. I looked over when I heard a gunshot. I saw you drag him over to the tank. You started hitting him so I started to walk over. Once you picked up that gun I grabbed the pipe and hit you." He started to wipe the Mike's purple blood off his hands. And then he wiped the Medkit down. "I think you screwed up with your friend. He's not going to trust you for a long time." He stopped, looked at the floor and sighed. "Why did you do that to him?" He suddenly asked.
I looked around to see if anyone else was in the room. "You got awhile?" I asked. He nodded. "What I'm about to tell you I haven't told anyone else. You need to keep it secret." He nodded once again. I took a deep breath. I then told him everything. I talked for over an hour. I told him was I've seen so far and what I thought was happening. When I finished he didn't say anything. He looked at his watch and told me he had to go. He left.

PART #5 HERO OF WAR

I stood there alone for a while. I couldn't stop thinking about what I did to Mike. I walked back to my car. I got in and closed the door. I sat there for a few moments. I turned the radio on. I pushed the seek button, Nothing but static. I opened the center console. I had some CDs in there. I looked through them real quick. Rise Against: Appeal to Reason, Pink Floyd: The Wall, and Three Days Grace: OneX
I slid one into the CD player. I listened to those CDs for hours. At first they sounded rash and unfamiliar, but after 20 minutes they started to flow through my body.
I went to put the last CD in. The clock said 12:56 AM. The music started to play and I recognized it instantly. Rise Against Appeal to Reason. My favorite album. I was blown away. I had always had a special place in my heart for Rise Against. I remembered the first song of theirs I ever heard, Kotov Syndrome.
I closed my eyes, I started to soak it all in. My heart sank when I heard familiar Acoustic strumming. The song that hit me the hardest, the song that made me cry every time: Hero of War.
I started to cry. I had lived this song. My dad was a Marine. I wanted to be like him. I made friends in basic training. I thought it would be the greatest thing. I've killed many people. I've beaten people to death when it wasn't necessary. I had to shoot a little girl.
I was leader of a 12 man squad. We were securing a town. We had drawn straws for who would be the messenger to the other squads, this happened because the radios were too loud and we were trying to do it as quietly as possible.
I was walking down a road and I saw a little girl crying, she was about five. I started to approach her. As I did I made a horrible discovery: someone had strapped a bomb to her back. She looked up at me, stood up, and started to walk towards me. I tried to tell her to stay put, but she didn't understand. I started to back away. She cried even louder and started to run after me. I started to run, but tripped on something.
I rolled over on my back and tried to pull out my EMP attachment. It would have disabled any explosives. She got to close. I did the only thing I could do: I unholstered my Desert Eagle and shot her in the chest. She fell over, her crying had stopped.
The science was broken by a hit pitched ringing sound, the detonator was going off. I got up and ran as fast as I could. I dove through a deli window. I heard an explosion. The shock wave shook the entire building along with blowing all of the windows out. I got up to see the people in the deli running past me to see what happened.
There was shrapnel imbedded into the wall on the other side of the deli. I couldn't even look back, I knew what happened. I didn't want to see it. She ran after me because she was scared. What kind of sick freak could do that to a child?

PART #6 THE PLAN

I was awaken by the car door being opened. I looked up to see Forge. "Hey, get up. The captain wants to see you!" He said as he shook my arm. I looked at the clock, 11:47 AM. I turned the radio off. Got out and closed the door. I followed him out of the room, down the hall, and eventually the Bridge.
When I got to the Bridge, the only ones in there were Mike and Captain Veredi. Forge walked me in. I stood next to Mike. He didn't even look at me.
Captain Veredi looked at me and said "Well, I've been discussing with important people about what we are going to do with you two." He turned. He pushed a button and a screen turned on. On the screen was a man. He was in his early 40s. He looked tired. I recognized him, Lord Hood. He was one of the best UNSC generals. Captain Veredi pushed another button, a red light came on.
He expression changed as the camera Captain Veredi just turned on got focus. Captain Veredi turned and said. "We have considered a few options: One we could take you back to Reach. Give you to the scientific community to be examined and experimented on."
I balled my hands into a fist. Mike took a step to the side. "We have come to the conclusion that you wouldn't approve of that idea." He stopped and turned to the screen. Lord Hood then said "We've decide that you may be useful to the UNSC." He paused "If this 'Covenant', as Forge called it, continues to wage war with us. You may be a key, a 'source' from the inside." I looked over at Forge. He looked at me and walked to the other side of the room. He told them. Idiot!
Lord Hood continued "It would be easier for you to get inside than anyone else." I stepped forward and replied "How are we supposed to do this?" Lord Hood answered "Captain Veredi will drop you both off at Jericho VII, where you will stay in the custody of the UNSC. Sgt Forge is going to be assigned to the next fleet going to Harvest. We will send you a ship, a mini stealth frigate, named The Audience of One. It will travel with the fleet until it gets close enough to Jericho VII. It will stop and you will be taken up to it. You can then wait until we contact you."
I looked over at Mike, he shrugged. I turned and replied. "Sure, why not? We got nothing else to do!" Lord Hood smiled. He then told Captain Veredi "I will make sure this stays classified, we don't need ONI sticking their foot in the door."
Captain Veredi said his farewell and turned the screen and the camera off. He typed something into a computer. He turned and walked up to me. He extended his arm for a handshake. As I shook his hand he said "Gentlemen, we never met!" He laughed.

  • 10.06.2010 1:43 PM PDT

Capter 3 is done but again still editing see yall

  • 10.06.2010 1:44 PM PDT