Author's Note:Well, I have some explaining to do for this story. I'm part of a text based role-play site called Advanced Halo Unlimited. On our site is a section for fanfiction. I've been a fan of fanfiction (ha) for years, so I decided to try my hand at it It's a crossover of sorts, containing the supervillain of my favorite author, and the original characters created by myself and other members of AHU. And so, after some revisions, updates, and spelling corrections, here is the fruit of my labor. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not
own Halo, Randall Flagg, or certain characters presented in this
fanfic. Save for Flagg, these characters are used with permission.
The Gathering and the Storm
Part 1: The Dark Man
On a distant planet called Orion
7, a man opened his eyes and saw his surroundings. The man wore a
pair of faded blue jeans with a faded t-shirt, a denim jacket, and
old cowboy boots with worn-down heels. His jacket contained a pin-on
button on each breast. The left one was a peace sign while the right
one simply said "Born to Kill" written in simulated blood.
He was on a road that lead to one of the planet's cities. Like all of
the cities, it was abandoned. But something told the man different.
He didn't know why, but he knew the city wasn't abandoned. Not
completely at least. Before he could dwell any more on the subject,
thoughts entered his mind. They all entered at once, like one word,
all in a chain:
CaptainTripsLloydHenreidLasVegasTrashcanManTheOldWomanTheFreeZoneJudgeFarrisDaynaJurgensNadineCrossH
andofGodPeteThomasDennisNaomiBenRolandDeschainofGileadCrimsonKingDarkTowerMordredDeschain.
With
these thoughts came a name: Randall Flagg. His name was Randall
Flagg. The dark man grinned and knew (he didn't know how, but he
knew) that this was no ordinary dimension or reality. This one
contained his favorite things: war, conflict, strife, death, and most
importantly of all, new opportunities. One of which was the group of
UNSC rebels in the city ahead. Whatever the UNSC was, he didn't know,
but he would soon enough. For now, he needed soldiers. And they would
be the rebels. They would bend to his will, one way or the other.
With that thought on his mind, and a grin on his face, the dark man
walked towards the city, his boot heels clocking on the pavement.