A/N: This is my first Halo fanfic, so go easy on me. Hope you enjoy it. Btw, this is only a prologue. :P
As if I knew my life would end today. Well, not end, but it definitely didn't get any better.
"We need to pull back!" Sergeant Nick yelled, opening fire upon a small squad of Grunts. "There's too many of them!"
I jumped up and round-housed a Brute in the kisser, knocking off his armor and slamming him into the wall. His body slumped to the ground, lifeless. With the death of their leader, the Grunts instantly began to flee, but I quickly tossed in a frag and the entire group burst apart.
"Scratch, look out!" Nick shouted, pointing behind me.
I glanced back quick enough to notice the huge Brute leader dropping out of a phantom with an elite squad of Grunts. Every single one of them had Fuel Rods.
Nick quickly tossed down a bubble shield and all the green missiles were deflected. A Grunt major tossed a plasma grenade and ended up sticking itself, taking out half the team. I could've sworn that Brute rolled his eyes. I know I did.
Another Grunt seemed angry with us. He found a discarded Spartan Laser at the feet of a marine and pointed it at me. I smirked. The little moron thought he could-
My train of thought stopped immediately. It felt like acid and radiation was burning through my chest. I fell to my knees and lingered a bit before tipping over and crashing head first into the ground.
It wasn't until later that I discovered what happened. The bubble shield had failed at the last possible moment, making me completely vulnerable to the Grunt's laser charge. But something about that laser and that Grunt had been…wrong.
As it had blasted through me, a tingling sensation had spread throughout my limbs, causing them to ache. My vision became fuzzy, and my armor began to crack and tear. All because of one little Grunt…and one misused laser.
The result of it all? Insane.