(I do not own Red Versus Blue or Halo)
Beck was late for her class. After having stopped to text with Wyatt after the self defense class he made her take "Just in case"
"oh come on, you could just show me a few moves and i'll be set", Beck sent
"i don't need this whole class"
Wyatt responded quickly
"It's better that youre taught by someone who knows how to teach, and I'm not the best teacher"
"cmon, itd be more fun than this, he just spent the whole day teaching warmups and trying to sell self defense weapons, i have my pocketknife, that's good enough for me!" She glanced down at the time
"oh, wait, shit, i have class in 2 min, sorry! Gtg"
She shoved the phone in her pocket, sprayed a bit of body spray, and started jogging.
Beck started running through mental checklists as she ran.
'Lunch is after class, I'm catching the bus to Wyatt's, I need to finish that next chapter, oh! New episode of rvb's out, thats right! We can watch that before I head back home'
While her busy mind still allowed her to avoid the people walking towards her, there was no way to stop Beck from stepping through the last step and into a golden abyss.
Beck was conscious moments before her feet hit the ground and she fell over. She'd seen a bright white lighth and what felt like a shove forwards. Her head didn't hurt, per-say, just felt heavy.
Through her visor she could see a few bugs crawling around between the grass blades pressed up on the glass.
'Why am I so tired?' As soon as she thought it, she began to feel it weighing on her
'I really should sleep now, I'm with friends, see, I can even hear them from here.'
Beck sighed, closing her eyes, only sparing one last slurred thought on the situation
'Why the fuck am I in a helmet'
Wyatt shook his head and put his phone back in the bag Beck had made for him. "So you stop shoving everything in your pockets, i'm tired of fixing them"
He slung the bag over his shoulder and headed out the door to find a summer job. Beck's summer classes at the comunity college emptied out a lot of his schedule, and with his classes at a nearby school starting in September, he could see a job filling his time nicely. And with the extra money he could save up for a car or even an apartment between Beck's school and his.
He headed down the street, ducking into shady spots as often as possible to avoid the heat. Once Wyatt was near the shopping center he started to cross the street.
He spent the next few hours stopping by almost every store preparing for a summer rush and filling out an application. With his decent build it should be easy to get a stocking job at least. By the time he was done, the sun had almost started setting
A car served out of a parking lot on his way back, and veered sharply towards him. As the gold headlights blinded him he felt himself flying backwards.
No.
Falling.
Everything quickly went black.
When the young man woke up, he realized he has no idea what was going on. He felt concerned for someone-he wasn't sure who-and on edge due to the unfamiliar land he was lying on. Red canyon walls poked in through the edges of what seemed to be a visor.
"Hey there buddy, why don't you get some rest? I'll keep watch" the voice was pleasant, he recognised it. He trusted it, even with his life. He drifted to a confusing, but needed, sleep to the voice's talking.
"Man, they did a number on you, Wyatt."
'Who's Wyatt?'