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Subject: Halo: The Omega [FF]

The Omega

Teens and other have a tendancy to suck at stuff and get laughed at by older people, hell i dont even care.

My writing was inspired by Wolver, Read every single one of his FFs been practicing myself since he just started Insurrection, a interesting novel, and I fell in love with it because he brought back Johnson... The toughest, and Badassest Marine Sergeant in the Corps.

Even though i suck, right now im gonna keep on writing and actually try and finish a single FF for once, this will probably be my first, but with school and other stuff on my mind, it will be difficult.

The End is near, approaching quickly with everyone to embrace it.
The following story will be filled with despair, thought I am fourteen and my mind is still immature I will try my best to finish this story.

Prologue:

My Vision was fading, everything was a blur, only blue and red lights could be seen by my eyes as they flashed within the fringe of my eyesight, lighting up the face of my Co-Worker Kai Mikal, a man of Eastern descent, his face was black and charred after the wave of unbearable heat that washed over my entire body.

My mind was beginning to fall blank.
I desperately tried to keep my eyelids open, but a dark liquid was blocking my sight, all I could sense now was the voices, the muffled and undecipherable voices, Calling out my name, I felt my pocket for my wallet but it was gone, a logical explanation for how they knew my name.

They flashed a light in my eyes and everything appeared a blurry color of red for a moment before it turned black in that eye. The process was repeated for the other eye but I couldnt see anything at all.

I honestly didn't care, all I wanted was to go home, my vision faded into complete blackness, in my mind I was frightened, I couldnt feel, I couldn't see and I couldnt hear. Was I to live my last moments of my life without any of my senses other than smell?
The smell was disgusting, like rotting fish, and bitter sweet.

The taste of water was even more disgusting, a sick metallic taste seeping into my mouth from the water that was patting on my forehead from the rain, at the very least my lips werent dry. The water tasted like a mix some other substance, but I couldn't tell what the other substance was.

I felt my very consciousness fade away very slowly, my mind told myself to stay calm, but instinct said screw-you.

Here comes the blackness. My own mind thought sarcastically before I was engulfed with complete, and total darkness.




[Edited on 01.11.2011 9:28 PM PST]

  • 01.11.2011 9:20 PM PDT

Games I like:,
Half-Minute Hero
MBU
Portal
Halo 3 is the best Halo ever
Maps I like: Turf, Avalanche, Pylon, Sandbox, Breakpoint and many more.

I'm not a teenager yet but i was also inspired by wolver, for his story memoirs of an odst. I like your story, much better than my own odst drop story and I think this could be something extraordinary. Excuse my spelling I'm on iPod touch.

[Edited on 01.11.2011 9:58 PM PST]

  • 01.11.2011 9:46 PM PDT

And heres Chapter One.


CHAPTER ONE: AWAKENING



I squinted as I opened my eyes. I felt disoriented. I waited for my sight to adjust to the sudden light and felt a pain jolt through my leg and a faint buzzing sound was heard by my ears. I screamed out in pain and lifted my head up with desperation, and beat away at whatever was the cause of the pain.

"He's AWAKE, HE'S AWAKE, NURSE GIVE HIM ANOTHER DOSE!" A man's voice ordered, more shouting than calm. To my horror he was cutting away the bone on my leg with a barbaric saw.

It wasn't until after I heard a ringing in my ears that the pain subsided and my vision faded into complete blackness.

I woke up and let out a frightened man-like yell, as I sat up and wiped the sweat from my forehead, and tore the sheets of my cot off of my legs, and let out a sigh of relief as I saw my legs.

I had no words at the moment, and sweat was continuously trickling down my forehead and onto my brow.
Relief was overwhelming at the moment and I let my head fall back onto the pillow I was laying against.

I closed my eyes and I heard undecipherable murmurs, I could make out a few things.

"Should we tell-," From one voice

"When he comes to," Another voice said, it sounded like the same one who was cutting at my leg.

I blinked my eyes in disbelief and finally noticed how obnoxiously bright the lights were. I looked at my wrist and saw the emblem of the UNSC, faded and scarred.

I grunted affirmatively taking in my current situation.
"Doc," I half grunt and half said as I popped my knuckles.

I heard some scurrying outside and a man in scrubs came rushing into the room, "How do you feel?" He asked, his face was serious and had a hint of worry on his face.

I grunted as I saw him trying to hide the worry on his face, probably didn't want to show weakness in front of an ONI operative with section III clearance, I could only respect him for trying, but I wouldn't hold anything against him for failing.

"Fine, what happened?" I asked and tried to move my legs, but felt a jolt of pain and winced.

The doc didn't say anything but his face became less serious, probably reassured that I was mortal, just like everyone else.

"What happened?" I asked again through gritted teeth, but I didn't look at him.

He took a unnecessary step back, probably afraid of death.
"You took a hit, terrorist explosive, shrapnel went into your eye, cut deep into both of your legs, your arms, and a piece of shrapnel on your forehead. I'm surprised you're still alive." He stated, actually serious, he knew I wouldn't fright. Training took care of that.

"How do I still have legs?" I demanded of him through, still gritted teeth.

"We had to amputate your legs, arms and replace your eye with cybernetic and mechanical components, a scientist named; Alenko Jarviss of German descent came here and replaced those for you." The doctor said simply, who I now knew was a Surgeon.

"Whose authority allowed this?" I demanded, annoyed with the fact that my body was ruined by a German who was most likely under ONI authority.

"A man, of African American Descent, looks like a tough guy, didn't get any information out of him, he said he'd be back by today," The Surgeon paused and looked at his watch, "2552 October 21st in exactly 5 seconds." The Surgeon finally finished his sentence.

I counted the five seconds and covered my nose as a smoke canister rolled into the door way, and i simply watched as the surgeon fell to the ground.

"Come on Spook, I aint got all day." A gruff, badass voice shouted through nerve-gas and grabbed me by the collar and pulled me out of the building, without giving me a chance to even move.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded and half shouted.

"The toughest, and probably the most badass marine in the Marine Corps." The voice responded and I finally noticed the Sweet-William Cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth that he was chewing on furiously.

"Can you handle a gun and walk?" the Marine asked as he tossed me a Battle Rifle that I picked out of the air and chambered a round with relative ease.

"Yeah," Came my response and the Marine grinned a cheesy grin.

"Covenant bastards finally made their way to Earth, I came here to pick you up and insert you to help out a small detachment of marines they got pinned down by them covenant bastards, I need you out there to kick some ass." The Sergeant listed as we walked out of the Hospital, he had more authority than I did strangely enough.


[Edited on 01.14.2011 8:49 PM PST]

  • 01.14.2011 8:48 PM PDT