A/N: Hi this is my first halo fic. It starts a bit before Master Chief arrives on High Charity.
Disclaimer: I don't own halo in any form. Bungie does and I'm waiting for halo 3 as you read this.
I sat in my cell, an energy field separating me from the rest of the world. I was waiting for what experiment the Hierarchs had planed for me next. There experiments where nothing in comparison to the experiments in the UNSC. One glance at my arm was enough to see the memories again.
FLASHBACK TO FOUR YEARS AGO
Jackals pored into the room, SMG's and battle rifles in there claws. Within seeing me they fired. The bullets wised by my ears as I scrambled for cover. The Jackals roared with delight as they watched their pray suffer. The UNSC researchers, watching safely behind bullet proof glass, where not impressed. "Come on 4723," the lead researcher complained over the intercom, "Use that arm of yours to kill them." I didn't know what they were talking about. All the arm did was glow and make me stronger, not much help in a firefight.
A cocky Jackal approached my cover, hoping to kill me quickly. He did not get the chance, however, as I grabbed his beak with my 'special' arm and smashed his scull into the ground, killing him instantly. I snatched up his rifle and unloaded rounds into his companions sculls, killing them. The researchers sighed. "Ok 4723 that's enough for today." He turned to his fellow researcher, "Release all the prisoners. We will get that arm to work properly." I turned to see tons of unarmored Elites, Hunters with no guns, and more Jackals. "O come on!" I cried picking up my rifle to do battle with them.
THE PRESENT
The thought of that battle still made me ache with pain. Those damn researchers got what they disserved from the Covenant. My ears perked at the sound of steps on the metal outside of the cell. A brute stepped into light, to my great surprise. "Where's Ardo?" I demanded to know. Ardo was the regular guard for my cell. He had on black armor all the time, so I figured he was high in rank. The Brute chuckled, "Ardo has been 'reassigned.'" Those words instantly told me something was wrong. "Also the Hierarchs have changed the terms of your imprisonment. You will be executed today."
A/N: Will the prisoner escape? What happened to the Elite named Ardo? Find out next chapter!