Welcome to the first Halo/Amnesia crossover! Firstly, I do not own anything to do with Halo or Amnesia. They belong to their respectful creators and I would like to thank Bungie/343 Industries for creating an awesome sci-fi series, and Frictional Games for making the best horror game I have ever played!

Anyway, this started as just a small idea whilst playing Amnesia, ironically, and then became the biggest and most complex story I have ever written. I hope that Jorge is still alive in cannon and that hope also fuelled this story. I will upload a chapter every week just as before (Saturday in this case) and on a quick note, this story will make a lot more sense if you have played Halo: Reach and/or Amnesia: The Dark Descent and Amnesia: Justine. Not o mention I may have to bend the plot slightly to fit in with this fan fiction so if anything seems a bit off from the original story then that's why. As for it being in cannon I thought it would be best not to as figuring this story out to begin with was a massive task.

Fun fact! I played Amnesia (and Amnesia: Justine where needed) alongside writing this in order to get as much detail and atmosphere in as I could. In all honesty, I have never been more scared in my life, especially the Suitors... they scare me the most :'(

As always constructive criticism is welcome and feel free to R&R, so without further ado, enjoy! :D

Arby xx

P.S. Big credit to my good friend Ben who did the cover art. He can use Photoshop... I can't


Prologue

She was falling further and further away from her friend as she clutched his dog tags tightly. Tears came to her eyes as the Corvette lit up the space around it with astonishing blues and purples. She simply said "Thank you" before she drifted down to the planet below.

A few minutes earlier, Jorge was seen on board the Corvette alone with his final thoughts. He was staring down at Reach, the beautiful planet he was born and raised on. It was burning just like his passion to save her.

"It's ok" he said with a soft, gentle tone to his voice.

"I may be gone but it was all to save you and those that call you home." He turned away and looked at the floor before taking a deep breath and staring at the button that would end him. Jorge braced himself and in that instant, he was enveloped in a bright light and vanished before Reach herself.

Did he ever know his parents? Their names? Their personalities? He may have had only seconds to really think but he always got to a swift conclusion. Where ever his parents were, they were proud of him. If his teammates were still alive, then they would understand. If Six were to ever look up at the stars, their glow would soothe her pain and he would dry her tears. It was at that moment that he broke out of his Spartan shell for the first time and understood the pain of losing it all. An unusual drop formed in the corner of his eye and trickled down his cheek as he thought back to her, Six. He wanted to go back, he wished that he had never pushed that button and told her what he really felt underneath his red visor and behind his hazel eyes. His thoughts halted as he realised that he was still breathing. He could still see, touch, smell, hear and taste.

"Am I… alive? Jorge… I am Jorge, S-052 of… Noble Team. I belong to… umm Reach of course."

He could only stutter in his accented voice as everything around him began to fade.

"My name? Six… I've got to go back… Six? I am Jorge."

Before it all lit up and went black.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Castle Brennenburg

The gentle pitter patter of rain could be heard outside as he rolled over in a clump on the floor. His eyes slowly flickered open as Jorge came to his senses. He heaved himself up off of the floor and began to use his legs for what felt like the first time in years. His body ached and his armour almost felt as tired as he was. Jorge began to study himself and his surroundings. He could remember nothing of who he was, where he was or how he got here. This heavy metal plating he wore was a mystery to him and his visor showed information that he no longer understood.

"052?" He whispered within his helmet, making sure no one could hear him… but who would be here to listen? He was in what looked like an abandoned castle. There was no one around in the many corridors that lead off of the main hallway. At the end was a large wooden door, it was obviously the way out and Jorge approached it. As soon as he touched its surprisingly smooth surface, something began to roar at him. The castle violently shook for a few seconds and whatever 'it' was, didn't want him to leave or at least go through that door. He fell on the floor with a noticeable thud but remained oddly calm. He didn't seem to feel anything that would cause his pulse to rise, it was almost as if he knew it was coming and just took it in his stride. He didn't dwell too much on the event and simply began to look around further as he went down the corridor to his left. He strolled onwards calmly until he was startled slightly by a gust of wind that opened the door in front of him. Curiosity got the better of Jorge and he wandered inside for a look around. It was a small, cosy room with long, red drapes hanging from the walls. There was a lit fireplace and a table with 2 chairs and a sofa. Upon the table was an empty green bottle and a tinderbox, an item used to light candles and torches. There wasn't too much else to it and it almost felt like it wasn't part of the castle. The first hallway seemed so cold and unforgiving whilst this one room felt warm and inviting. Jorge, being his usual self, wanted to stay focused on his new 'mission' and didn't bother spending a thought on what the room felt like. He ventured back out and down the hallway. He walked through the door at the end and up some solid, stone stairs. The chandeliers suspended above him faintly lit up the small, grey passage but were enough for him to find his way around. The odd pink liquid was still present as he followed it through the corridor and past a painting which had fallen off of its place on the wall. Jorge seemed settled into this strange situation and only seemed to focus on his surroundings, that is until he found himself on the floor having a panic attack. His muscles grew tense and his bones began to shiver. The armour around him shielded him from the cold but the chills ran through his spine as if he was exposed and wearing nothing at all. It lasted only a few seconds but it was the first time that Jorge had ever felt anything close to fear.

He shook his head and caught his breath as he got back up and looked around to find the same dull corridor that he was walking through. At the end was another rectangular room that was well lit and oddly had a knocked over wardrobe in the middle. He took two steps inside before he froze at the sight of a door at the other end of room opening. There was no wind or any sign of a draft, it just creaked open and echoed deep into Jorge's soul. He decided to venture into the first room on his right and ignore the second one as long as he could. Unfortunately for Jorge, there wasn't much in that room except for some old paintings, a suit of armour which was far different from his own and another tinderbox which he put in his very large backpack. He quickly decided to 'man-up' and take a look in the second room. He took two steps but nothing happened which gave Jorge a very slight feeling of ease until he walked into the centre and all the candles were blown out by a sudden and unexpected gust of wind. He panicked and slammed the door behind him. He held his face against the door listening for footsteps or any other signs of life. There was nothing and he opened the door. He slowly looked around and studied the entire room to see if anything had been changed or moved. Everything even down to the velvet, red curtains were the same and he walked as calmly as he could down the old, stone staircase opposite and left the area through a large crimson door.

The hallway on the other side was well lit by the flames of torches and even had what looked like a flag, hung up on the wall to his left. He felt good leaving that area behind him and proceeded to walk. His loud footsteps echoed through the stone brick walls and the rooms they led to until another ominous gust of wind came from nowhere, opening another door in front of him and blowing out every torch in the area. His breathing began to tremble and the creepy atmosphere of the dark castle was finally beginning to get to him. He could feel a slight headache coming on which he was sure would hinder any progress he was making and therefore tried to distract himself from it. He walked into a small room which was lit up by the exposed sky seeping through some wooden planks. There wasn't much except some empty shelves, a few of which had been knocked over. He gathered the two tinderboxes and turned around to see cockroaches all over the floor!

"Where did they come from?!" Jorge thought in a panic and ran out of the room, dusting off any roaches that were crawling up his legs. He slammed the door shut before leaning against the wall and trying calm himself down.

"Everything will be ok. It's just a few bugs, they can't hurt me." He chuckled to himself and thought that he was just being dramatic with his new surroundings and unknown atmosphere. He shook himself off and marched defiantly through the hallway to another darkened room. Another gust of wind swirled around him but he ignored it and walked straight to a table at the farthest end of the room where a lantern had fallen to the floor. He studied its rusty, copper casing and even figured out that it needed oil to keep its flame alive. There was still some left inside from whoever last used it and decided to take it in case more sneaky gusts of wind came to pay him a visit.

The pink substance led him to another dark corridor. One end had been blocked off by a rock slide which forced him to go left and through an old wooden door. He looked around at the many books that were piled onto shelves, most of which either had text he couldn't understand or no text at all. A pile of boxes revealed a tinderbox, another one was hidden in a wardrobe near a fireplace. They seemed to be everywhere which Jorge was thankful for. The castle suddenly began to shake, causing Jorge to hold on to one of the wooden shelves for support. The mini earthquake subsided and allowed Jorge to continue through another door to find the source of where this strange pink liquid had come from.

He quietly closed the door behind him and took a few breaths before allowing himself to feel somewhat safe. The shelves on the walls around him were filled with glass containers that had unknown chemicals in each one. He didn't have a clue about chemistry and decided not to touch anything he didn't feel was necessary. In-between two shelves was a large, wooden desk which had one lit candle, a pot of oil and a note which was surprisingly written in English. He poured the oil into the lantern and began to read the note:

"22nd of August, 1839,

You are not the first to come here and you are most certainly not the first to forget.

I can only tell you what I told myself and that is to not be afraid. Whether you have chosen to forget or not, fear will only slow you down.

You will not have to worry about Alexander, he is in a doomed afterlife now. Whether or not you have someone out to get you, I cannot possibly know that, but there are some things I can tell you.

You will remember everything in time, just as I did. You must travel to the Inner Sanctum, an area deep within this castle, Castle Brennenburg. There are orbs there, far more powerful than I can describe in words. Their power can help you.

I must warn you however, if you do decide to venture to the Inner Sanctum then you will be hunted. 'The Shadow' is the guardian of those orbs and it will do anything to stop you. Being someone who has experienced the Shadow myself, I can tell you that it is a living nightmare. It will break down the reality around you until it has consumed your body and soul. There is no way to fight it, you can only run… but not forever.

I wish you luck and hopefully you can escape it just as I did.

Your unknown companion,

Daniel."

Jorge was uncertain what to make of the note. He could tell just by looking at his armour that he came from somewhere in the distant future. He wanted to remember but was concerned by this 'Shadow' creature that would hunt him relentlessly. He placed the note in a separate compartment of his backpack and decided that he didn't have any other choice. He had to remember who he was and how to get home. He looked for a way out and found a small lever. Upon pulling it, the bookcase to his right opened to reveal a hidden passage behind it. At the end was another large, crimson door. He took a deep breath and gathered his strength before he went through the door and into the entrance hall.