Chapter one
Joanna Armer was ready for the biggest night of her bands life. They FINALLY got booked
to do a gig at some chicks sweet sixteen, and finally she would get to wear that red dress that
made her look like Taylor Swift. She was ready to go, guitar in hand, and all the crap she needed
to play the perfect show stuffed in her giant backpack. She was on her way to the party on 14th
Street and Vinton Ave. when she heard something clatter and fall over behind her.
"uhh hello…?"
No answer. "must have been me… stupid girl." she thought. this back alley shortcut might not have been the best idea..
BANG! Its sounded like a roman candle went off right next to hear ear.
"WHAT THE FRIGG?" She screamed. A old gray cat ran past her feet.
The party was only a two minute sprint away, and she wanted to run. When she got there, she
breathed a sigh of relief.
"Its just in your mind, calm down. please let it be in my mind!"
Just then she felt cold breath on the nape of her neck.
She took her backpack and swung it at the space the "attacker" would have been. But nothing
was there.
"just get inside stupid! the doors right the-"
Her thoughts were suddenly cut off by what looked like a giant hand gripping her throat and instantly knocking her out.
Nothing but blackness and the odd vision of men clad in Master Chief uniforms…
Simmons POV
Ahhh sweet dinner. Beef or Chicken (I honestly can't tell with the slop Grif tries to make us eat) stew of some kind.
"HOLY FREAKIN CRAP! SIMMONS COME'ER!" That was Grif, my colleague of sorts, even though he doesn't do anything.
I ran to the rec room where he was.
"What! Whats Wrong?"
"Check it out!" He pointed at a motionless figure on the couch.
"Woah..." It was a girl. A pretty one to. She was sitting on the couch, her head hung down and looked like she might have been unconscious or asleep.
"Yup. I cant believe it either. Donut FINALLY got the sex change! Now we can sell the he/she to the blues!"
"WHAT? Grif, Are you stoned or just stupid?"
"Uh… is that a trick question?" I swear, sometimes I can't believe how stupid the people I work with.
"NO! besides Donut could never be that good looking." I had to admit, she was kind of cute.
At that moment, our commanding officer, Sarge, and our, umm.. Donut, walked in and stared at the girl.
"SIMMONS! Whats that?" Sarge said, and glared through his visor at her.
Donut looked her over.
"Is she asleep?" He asked.
Grif, being the retard he is, asked: "She's alive?"
"YOU IDIOT SHE'S BREATHING!" I shouted.
"we should go get Doc from Blue Base!" Donut suggested
"Alrighty! Simmons, saddle up! Grif, blow yourself up! And Donut, Just… Stay there and… Amuse yourself." Sarge ordered.
And in a little while, we where in the Warthog on our way across the canyon.
