Glitch

Chapter One: The Best There is...

Blade's POV

My name is Diamondblade385 or Blade for short. I had a real name, but I don't feel right using it. I lived in a small town in Michigan called Manchester. I had a pretty normal life; well as normal as you can get with a special needs sister. That all changed on April 4th, 2010. It was you normal Saturday. My dad took the girls out, my mom was at the local coffee shop and my brother was at a friend's house leaving me all alone at home. I was kicking back and relaxing blowing grunts up in Firefight mode in Halo Reach. Three gamers decided gamers joined my game, two on my team and one on the Covenant.

The guy with the Covenant called himself WitchDoctor101, and he was good. It wasn't long before my team ran out of lives, leaving me the last man standing. I decided to take advantage of the infinite ammo I had given my team and go on a sword spree. Witch took it as a challenge and attacked me. I blocked each blow until I only had a small amount of health left. I noticed a grunt that went Kamikaze and charging towards us, so I activated the Armor Lock I had and the grunt blew up his ally as well as itself. After that, I gained the upper hand, and pretty soon the game ended with Witch only having one life left, even with the kills he made out of my teammates. But something was off. My screen was still showing Corvette, the firefight map I was playing on.

I heard Witch's voice telling me that the game wasn't over until one of us had no lives left. I said "Bring it on, I can do this day." But I started to feel a strange sensation spreading through my body. I realized that my Spartan was also acting strangely, as if it was mimicking me. When I moved to get a charger cable, I saw my Spartan moving on its own. That's when it dawned to me that whatever I moved, so did my Spartan. Now I'm not one for swearing on occasion, but even that got me to say "What the hell?" I felt something attach to my hand and wrist area and I saw an armored gauntlet, like the one my Spartan was wearing. Pretty soon, other armor bits began appearing all over me until I was fully armored. Next thing I knew, I was on Corvette. After a few moments in Halo Reach, WitchDoctor appeared in front of me.

"You ready to rumble?" he asked me. "Can you give me a explanation of what's going on first?" WitchDoctor chuckled. "Simple, I want to make sure that I'm the best there is, so I have to kill you to keep that status."

After hearing that, I began to worry. He lunged at me with an energy sword and I jumped to the side instinctively. I noticed I still had the weapons I used in firefight mode, so I grabbed my DMR and started shooting. He simply blocked each shot I made with his sword like a Jedi with a lightsabre, and charged strait towards me. This time, I grabbed my own energy sword and blocked his attack. I silently thanked myself for taking fencing lessons cause they really help out here. I kept parrying each blow as well as counter-striking. After about five minutes of this, I finally somehow managed to get my sword into his stomach, and he started to die like a wounded soldier. I thought it was over, but then

WitchDoctor started laughing. I knew that was not good. "What's so funny?" I asked. "My mission was to kill all Spartans, by any means necessary, and I was stalling you long enough for that to go off."

He pointed upwards and then his character died. I looked up and saw the one thing worse than a nuclear bomb. A anti-matter bomb. Quickly, I began to list off my options. I could do nothing and die, so not that idea. I could try to diffuse the bomb, but possibly fail and die, so that left me with one option. Get off the ship. I looked around but saw only alien ships that I didn't have time to take a crash course in flying. Then I thought of an idea that didn't really appeal to me, jump off. I knew the odds of me surviving was high, I mean Six and Chief did it right? But I didn't want to do it. Soon the urge to survive overcame common sense and I jumped off the ship. Ten seconds later, the bomb went off, engulfing the entire ship.

A few hours later, I woke up in a mountainous area. I looked around for a few minutes before spotting my sword. I picked it up, and it never left me since. Right now I'm keeping an eye on WitchDoctor, watching his every move, his every game. I was acting like a protector, trying to prevent other players from sharing my fate. I glanced at l current game and noticed something that worried me. He was losing.

Allison's POV

I was playing an infection match on Powerhouse with some guy called WitchDoctor101. He was good, but I was better. Instead of hunting zombies, I took an easy to defend area and shot any zombies that saw me. The match ended with me surviving and him a zombie. He sounded pissed off that I didn't die. But that's why my gamer tag is Freelancer_Tex923. I'm about as tough as her in this game. He wanted a rematch, but I had things to do. Like homework.

"That wasn't a suggestion." I jumped at the comment, because I thought I logged off of Live. Then I started to feel something, like I was being pumped with energy. Then bits of armor started appearing all over my regular clothes. "What the hell are you doing to me?!" I yelled at WitchDoctor, who I assumed was behind this. "Getting my rematch." Next thing I knew, I was standing in some house. It seemed very familiar, so I walked around in my new outfit. When I walked outside, I saw WitchDoctor standing right in front of me, with a whole lot of zombies.

"I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore." I joked. I joke in a serious situation to calm down. "Hahaha, welcome to Reach, prepare to die." He lunged at me and I cringed, waiting for the pain to come. It never did. I opened my eyes and saw blue Spartan with sniper helmet had blocked the attack. "WitchDoctor, it's been a while." the mysterious Spartan said to WitchDoctor. "Diamondblade385, you're supposed to be dead."

"I can be stubborn about that. Oh and one other thing,"

"What?"

"This." The Spartan pulled out a magnum with his free hand and shot WitchDoctor in the head then shot several other zombies in a similar fashion. The other zombies got their wits (if they even have wits) and charged at the man only to be cut down by his sword or shot in the head. Pretty soon, only my mysterious savior and I were left standing.

"What just happened?" I asked. "The same thing that happens every time WitchDoctor loses to a player. He pulls them into the game. By the way, my gamer tag is Diamondblade385, but you can call me Blade." Blade quickly looked around, obviously looking for something. "We need to leave, now." he said quietly to me. We headed to where a bridge was and saw a Pelican on the other side of the gap. "How are we going to-" Before I could finish, Blade grabbed me and threw me to the other side of the gap before taking a few steps back and leaping over it himself. "A little warning next time?" I said to Blade, who ignored me and boarded the ship. I decided that it was best to stay by him since he seems to know what's going on. "So, my name is Alison, but my gamer tag is Freelancer Tex. What's your real name?" Blade stayed silent as he started the Pelican and soon, we were off to who knows where.

End Transmission

From the author:

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