I don't own Halo. if I did I probably would be bathing in 100 dollar bills right now. Anyways, enjoy!
Deadly Sins
We'd been holed up in that goddamned trench for almost four days. Four days of keeping our heads down, hiding from goddamned Covenant aliens. Four days with no support, no backup, dwindling supplies, and uncomfortably small rations. Four days of being forced to be in close proximity of the one man I'd hated with all my soul. PFC Will Barnes. A tall marine, shaved bald and in his late twenties.
On our last leave I'd found out that my fiancée had been cheating on me with him for almost an entire year. I had almost killed him, and then almost killed myself. I had loved her, I gave her everything and he took that away from me. I can feel all the hatred even now, although it quickly turns into a sickening guilt.
The tension had peaked when he mentioned he was going to propose to her to a private named.. something Hicks. I overheard him from behind and something inside me snapped. I jumped on his back and shoved him to the ground. "What the fuck! Get the fuck off me! Someone help!" I remember him yelling.
I dragged him up and turned him around. I didn't give him a chance to recover and hit him with a powerful right hook that could've knocked any marine off his feet. He was knocked backwards and hit the side of the trench. Someone jumped on me, trying to hold me down, but I knocked them off and elbowed them in the head with enough force to knock them out. No one else tried to restrain me. I turned back to Barnes and ducked under his swinging fist. I lunged at his waist and punched him three times in the gut before he shoved me off. I began cursing at him in every way and language I knew. I lunged at him again but he quickly sidestepped. "I banged your ex the night before we left for this shithole ya know?" He said, in a calm voice. It was then that I completely lost it. I ran at him and before anyone could react I had hit him several times in the face, I could feel my knuckles breaking from hitting so hard. I saw blood dropping from his nose and a cut under his left eye as I grabbed him by the neck. He was dazed and didn't put up much of a fight as I lifted him up and over the edge of the trench.
"Fucking die bastard!" I screamed as I shoved him out. I saw him scramble to get back in but I jumped up and hit him in the chin again. He jumped up again and screamed as he tried to flip back into the trench. I backed up so that he wouldn't land on me. I yelled and jumped back as blood sprayed all over my face and chest. His blood. A jackal snipers beam had gone through the back of his head and out his right eye. I slowly backed up to the opposite side of the trench and slid down to the ground. I looked at my hands, they were covered in blood. I'd killed him...
A week later I find myself strapped down in a chair with a needle stuck in my arm. Barnes' friends, several officers, and our Sergeant watched from behind glass as some official counted down from ten to zero. I had allowed my anger get the best of me, and now I am paying with my life.