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Chapter Four
The sky was a dull, charred grey as the plasma burnt away the surface of the planet. Screams, both Covenant and human echoed through the world as thousands upon thousands of what used to be people ran out from the raging purple flame. Charred corpses, screaming with pain, anger and fear. Their eyes nothing but gaunt pits on their faces, and their mouths permanently fixed in round, circular openings. Overhead, a Covenant destroyer made a booming like sound, as some kind of dispersant was released on the surface of the planet. Suddenly, there was an opening in what must have been its plasma bay as a mixture of pure energy, light, and plasma flowed from the ship, to the ground in a straight, horizontal line. The supposedly intense blast of heat, that was imagined to come.. never came.
Kon opened his eyes, and blinked sleep out from him. Looking around he saw that the insertion tubes had been taken out, leaving scars and pits in his skin. Curious, he felt for them.. rubbing against the outline of the indent. Quite unaware of the fact that he was now a Spartan. Intrigued as he felt no pain, he laughed. His laugh cracked like lightening across the sky, as he hadn't used his voice in so long. Shutting up, he glanced around wearily, looking to see if anyone had heard his miserable laugh. Looking at his long gangly legs, unused, he sighed. Better get at it, he thought. Standing, he grasped hold of the bed for balance and found himself standing, almost weightlessly. His muscles seemed to pulse with grace as he felt strength that was there but wasn't there at the same time. Smiling he began jumping around, happy in finally being able to make his dream of becoming one of them... hell, he thought, he was one of them now.
Hearing a click from the door, a small, usually unnoticed sound rang through his ears like that of a blaring trumpet, waking everyone for their daily run. Snapping his head towards the sound, his body automatically tensed, as if wary and unsure of who would happen. "Hey re- I mean Spartan," a familiar voice sounded. Stepping out from the door was Shade, still bearing her armour but casually holding her helmet aside. A stolen energy sword was placed on the axis on her leg as a sniper rifle stuck tight to her back. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice cracking with lack of use.
Closing the door behind her, she walked in and gave him as much of a hug she could manage through the bulky armour. "Are you feeling alright? No pain? Aches? Dizziness? Nausea? Anything?" she murmured with a concerned look in her bright brown eyes.
Poking her, he hugged back with a small laugh. "You worry to much," he said as emotion filled his eyes. Looking away, Shade sighed. "I'm sorry," as her usual bright-eyes filled with sadness, "The Covenant is coming.. and.. I'm staying behind,"
Shock filled his eyes as he couldn't truly find words to express himself. "I'm sorry Kon.. but you and the others.. you've got to get out of here," she said as her voice broke. For the first time, since the day she was taken from her family.. tears rolled down her cheeks slowly, and painstakingly. It wasn't really long ago, now that she really thought of it.. hell, she was not only the youngest S-II in the program, but the last one that had been 'made'. She was in fact, a year younger than Kon, though because of the fact that she was an S-II (and a talented one at that) was promoted faster than he was. Looking at the distraught on his face, she felt her heart break in two. She loved him. She was doing this for him.. for his safety, and well being. Leaning forward, she gave him a small, unsure kiss on the cheek. Looking at her, he hugged her tightly and kissed her back even more passionately between the tears they wept and shared. An unspoken statement was said between the two as they broke apart and stayed close to one another (though hard it was with Shade bearing her armour). Finally, Shade whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry my love..". Getting up, she hugged him, and placed her helmet on, hiding the shadow of sadness, pain and love. "SPARTAN-M89 you are needed over at the do-"
"SHUT THE *beep* UP!" she snarled interrupting Bright Chimera's transmission. A beeping sound bleeped out the word she used automatically and informed her of it in a fairly annoying manner. Bright Chimera, however, knew better than to reply to her, thus obeying her the first time in a while.
I'm not going to let all that could have been, go to waste, she thought frustratingly to herself. I'll get this done, and I'll get it done alive.