A unique Halo fanfiction I wanted to make, mostly re-encouraged by the showing/release of Halo 4. I consider myself a fan as I have played the trilogy more times than I care to count and played a couple other Halo games, but after looking into Halo universe and this website, I don't know shit. So I apologize for any inaccurate information, but I'm doing research for fun and for this story, so hopefully my knowledge will improve later on.
This takes place through the events of Halo 2, mostly because it was while I was playing that game I got the idea and to work with something almost everyone's familiar with. Leave reviews of what you think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but OCs
Warnings: Minor swearing but explicit violence and death, situations of angst
The Master Chief grunted as he pushed the Elite in front of him away. The alien gave an outraged roar. It charged again, determined for the final blow, but by now the Master Chief was annoyed. As the monster closed in, the Spartan drove the snout of his battle rifle into its four-jawed mouth and fired.
A spray of blood shot from the back of its head, splattering across the ground. The Elite gagged, but it was cut short as its emerald-green eyes glazed. And with that, the massive seven foot beast slumped forward before crumbling altogether in heap.
As the Elite fell, the Master Chief yanked his gun out and repositioned it in his hands. He sighed, seeing the threat was neutralized.
"Well that was close," Cortana commented.
"Humph," her protector grunted in response, not really feeling like talking.
He heard the shouts of victories from his comrades further down the block. After crash-landing in Sector 0-5 from being shot down by a stubborn Scarab, the raggedy group of UNSC soldiers was slowly making their way through the city. They were now battling enemy forces within the narrow streets, carefully attempting to avoid snipers and ambushes, but that was easier said than done. They tried sticking together, but it seemed every few seconds chaos would explode, having everyone go their separate ways.
And the Spartan didn't know if it was his paranoia or what, but it seemed like every time they successfully regrouped, there seemed to be one less soldier. He could only wish they could get to this damn hotel soon.
The other Pelican was also shot down and crashed onto the shoreline, killing half of the crew including the pilots. Luckily for the survivors, there was a hotel nearby, perfect for strategic advantage. Though unfortunately Covenant had found them, and they were quickly being overwhelmed. Thankfully, Cortana was wise to check their status, where they informed of their dilemma and sent for the Master Chief and his squadron to their direction.
With several alien corpses surrounding him and no sign of any living, he decided it would be a good idea to find the others. Once again they were spread out.
Reloaded rifle in hand, he set out for the calls of his comrades. He kept a controlled stride and peering eyes, waiting for any surprises. It turned out to be worth it as halfway to his destination, he heard a frantic wail for help down the street. He looked to his right to an alleyway, where the sound had come from.
He didn't see anything, but he didn't care. No marine left behind.
And with that, he turned his course down the shadowed and abandoned realm. The super-soldier was going the right direction as the yells increased in volume and frequency, even though the voice was frail.
"Help! Somebody help!" the poor marine cried.
Naturally the Master Chief sped up his pace, eager to find him. Finally he reached the end of the alley without any trouble to find himself in a small clearing covered in dirt. Once again he looked to his right, where he found the problem.
It was in fact a marine, but poor shmuck was young, maybe only nineteen at least. He had light brown buzz-cut hair with brilliant green eyes. His helmet was gone with half of his supplies. The source of his dilemma was the giant chunk of debris stuck on his legs. It seemed to be a piece of equipment, like part of a car or something. Looking around, the Master Chief noticed a slaughtered Elite collapsed against a pile of junk similar to the one on top of the marine. The Spartan quickly put the situation together: the marine was fighting the Elite until he probably gave the final blow, but only for the corpse to fall onto some unstable wreckage and send it falling onto both of them.
The traumatized marine screamed for a couple more moments until he finally noticed the Master Chief. Immediately a look of surprise and pure relief crossed his face. The Spartan decided to tell him of his intentions.
"Hold on," he assured, "I'll get you out."
The victim could only nod slowly. As his savior settled down next to him, he asked, "Does it hurt?"
"N-no, I don't think so," the rookie stammered. "I just can't get out."
"This kid's just out of training," Cortana muttered to the Chief.
He muttered in agreement. It sounded stupid the guy was screaming just for an unfortunate problem, but the Chief understood his fear. It was natural for rookies to suffer pure panic and paranoia of being abandoned, left to suffer a horrible death. Even he himself had such an experience. But the kid didn't realize that his yelling could've done more harm than good. The Covenant had better senses than humans, so it was more likely they were to hear him before his allies. They would come to him, no doubt, but merely to "put him out of his misery."
Bearing that in mind, the Master Chief stood back up to take care of the problem. In one fluid movement, he grabbed the piece of equipment and threw it off, sending it several feet away. The marine gave a short gasp of amazement of the Spartan amazing strength, but then proceeded to let out a sigh of relief that he was free. Once that was done, the Chief observed the soldier's legs.
He was impatiently shuffling them, showing they were intact, save for the dozens of scrapes and bruises that tattered his pants. He also had some wounds from his showdown with the Elite, but other than that he was fine. The Chief let himself get impressed by that. The marine was only a kid, but to take down an enemy twice his size and strength on his own was quite a feat. The Spartan would be sure to compliment him on that at a later time.
"Let's get out of here," he advised.
"Yes, sir," the rookie agreed.
He quickly shuffled to his feet and began to follow his superior back the way they came. But they never got there.
Just when the Master Chief was about to step into the alley, a savage war cry racked the humans' eardrums. Cortana gave a shout of warning immediately followed by a dismayed cry, having the Chief whirl around. What he saw only made a deep pit form in his stomach.
An Elite with violet armor had appeared out of nowhere and had gotten the marine. He held the kid in a headlock with one arm and the other aiming a plasma pistol at the Spartan. It was obvious his prisoner was captured by fear yet again and wanted nothing to do but resist, but he was well aware he was immobile and would result in death.
"Let the kid go," the Chief hissed, even though he knew the Elite couldn't understand him.
But the alien must of have had an idea though, because its eyes gleamed with malice and its mandibles seemed to curl in a smile. It knew what the human wanted, and it was not planning to go along. Before the Master Chief could react, the Elite grabbed hold of the teenager's face and in a single motion, twisted his head. There was the sickening snap of bone as his neck was snapped before much like the Elite from earlier, he crumbled into a twisted corpse.
Captured by rage, the usually controlled legend began to open fire. The Elite yelped as the bullets struck at his armor, but his energy shields saved him from certain death, allowing him to leap out of the way. He fired back, actually striking the Chief's armor. But the soldier's own energy shield protected him from getting any real damage. He continued to fire, actually getting the alien between the gaps of his armor. The creature let out shouts of pain at this, but the hunger for battle in its eyes only increased.
The Chief fired until to his dismay, the battle rifle ran out of ammo. He had another pack to reload it with, but he didn't have time as the Elite was charging, this time two blue plasma rifles in his hands. Hoping to throw his opponent off, the Spartan tossed his now-useless gun at his face. Thankfully it worked as the alien faltered, allowing the Spartan to snatch his SMG from his belt and open fire.
A hailstorm of flashing bullets shot from the barrel, depleting the Elite's shields in seconds and tearing into his armor. With one last roar, the beast's body submitted to the forceful attack. The tower fell down on its back, dead.
Immediately the haze that covered the Spartan's eyes was gone, allowing him to stop mid-shoot and lower his weapon. Then ignoring his surroundings, he allowed his numb body to take him to marine's side. His neck was bent at an unnatural angle, but other than that he was intact despite being ambushed by powerful monster. The Master Chief shook his head.
"There was nothing you could have done," Cortana persisted.
"No, that isn't true," the man argued solemnly.
Despite years of endless combat and formed into a hardened soldier, the one thing the veteran could never adjust to were the deaths of his comrades. Especially the ones in front of his eyes. Especially the ones that were only innocent kids who wanted nothing but to protect and serve.
The Master Chief snapped his head back in place and closed his half-open eyes. He tugged his dog tags off his neck and turned away, heading back to his original mission. He hated leaving him behind, but there was nothing left to be done. He could only hope that soon his body would be collected.
His journey was slow back to his squadron, but he found them altogether. But he noticed that two seemed to missing this time. The group's sergeant made his way over to him.
"There you are," he greeted with relief. "We were looking all over for you. Were you've been?"
In answer, the Master Chief simply let the dog tags in his hand flashed. Immediately the entire group understood, the sergeant wearing the deepest frown of all. Without a word, they moved on, this time being even more careful to stick together.
Just FYI I'm going to have the Master Chief have a little more emotion in this story. I do agree he's a hardened soldier like I said in the script, but I refuse to believe that he's a heartless machine. Plus it's hinted he can be a softie. And yes, I do know his real name, but I believe calling him that even though it's from his point-of-view it's too personal.
I was originally going to wait a little longer for this fanfiction, but with Veteran's Day I decided it would be a good tribute. My heart goes out to all those who serve our country, deceased or alive, and like to thank our troops for keeping our country safe.