Halo one shot: roll call in a Covenant cell block
POW
The cell gates creaked and ground open. The dingy, dirty UNSC personnel lining up out side their cells waiting in silence for the announcement of today's execution. Sergeant Wills was the last one out of his cell, because of his missing leg.
He lost it shortly after they were captured. A jackal got hungry and shot his leg off with rapid Plasma Pistol fire. Wills had screamed and flung himself at the jackal, his stump burned and dry, it wasn't bleeding. He hit the jackal in the face with a straight right and shattered the things upper jaw and then he seized the pistol from its grip and started firing into the jackal's gut and didn't stop until he was hit over the head by an elite.
When Wills woke up later that day he was in a cell and stayed there until roll. The other occupants informed him of the goings on.
Everyday was the same. Roll call, then one would be led to public execution, breakfast. Several hours later dinner came by and finally lights out…repeat.
Today was no different, a man was selected, Wills, and then breakfast. Wills shoved the Covenant off of himself and followed as best he could, hopping and falling the whole way. Ahead of him one of the Elites guarding him gave him a smirk; its gold armor shiny beneath the silvery lights.
Outside he hopped still, waving his stump about for balance. An elite in red armor cuffed him up, leaving his only leg free, and faced him to a clamoring crowd. The gold Elite got in his face again, "I could have killed you when I brought you here…but this is better."
"Yeah," said Wills coolly, "Now I can kill you too."
"Such foolish last words, human." The Elite turned to the crowd and felt a boot connect with his ass. He lurched toward the edge. Wills had kicked him in the ass and twisted out of his seals.
Wills hit the deck hard; third degree burns covered his hands. He cried out in pain but came after the Elite through the blinding agony. Wills planted his foot and tackled the Gold Elite carrying them both out over the 500-story drop.
Wills maneuvered against the air to get his mouth next to the Elite's ear, "Not such foolish words were they?"
The Elite's face contorted with anger and he reached for his rifle but Wills had ballooned his tattered jacket as an air break. The Elite snarled and drew a bead on Wills…the crowd's jeers and yells made him dizzy and he fired wildly.
Wills was safe and just grinned that wide mocking grin of his. He adjusted himself for a better view of the ground and watched the Elite splatter on the ground far below him. Pedestrians gathered and Wills spun himself just in time to make a 220 mph kick to the unprotected neck of a hunter. Snapping his leg and the hunter's neck.
Wills was jarred sideways and never felt himself shredded by the spikes on the hunter's back. Wills' body was dumped into space, the event broad cast to the fleet, every human gave a solute before a seraph fight desecrated his torn and broken body.
I wont sit by and die quietly. I want something flashy and one of the bastards for company. –Sergeant Joey Michael Wills
Sgt. Joey M. Wills UNSC ODST Serial No. 518-44-JMW45-5820
Born July 16, 2530; Died July 9, 2551
Took two of the bastards with him for company.