Ok… this came to me in a really weird dream. I was the human (yes, I used my real name) and some random Elite. Yes, the main character is a Spartan. Takes place in the original Halo, on the second level. Wow, I remember a lot! It's been… over a year since I last played this game! Oh yes, don't get mad at me if the Elite's name sucks! I don't really know what kind of names they use. Unless you want something like Regret, Truth, or Mercy. JK! Anyways… read on…

"Hey John, mind speeding up a bit?" Kylie yelled into the COM in her helmet. She wanted speed. Wanted to rid the universe of these vile beings as fast as logic permitted.

She got a chuckle as an answer, and all the sudden, the Warthog zoomed forward with more power. For a moment, she lost her balance, but quickly regained composure. She didn't want to fall off the turret. Just then, she felt the vehicle go up a steep slope and soar through the air. As they drifted back down, she felt her insides move and begin to tingle. Her muscles stiffened as an attempt to absorb the shock in a less painful way.

It hit the ground with a loud THUMP, but John still managed to keep control of it. The marine in the passenger seat of the Warthog yelled a 'hoo rah!' after they made impact. Kylie, on the other hand, just rolled her eyes and she couldn't help but smile at John's childish side. She knew, however, that he was alert and watching for any Covenant soldiers that may be in the area. She snapped back to attention as she remembered where they were. There were enemies to be killed, humans to be saved.

Now they were in a cave. It looked to be made of carved stone or metal. After a few sharp turns, they found themselves in a large room with many enemies to be seen. John ran down what he could, and Kylie took care of what he couldn't. The marine was of little use, but managed to kill a few grunts.

John scoped out the area and made sure that no member of the Covenant remained alive. He got back into the Warthog and started driving towards the other end of the room. They found themselves at the edge of a large pit in between them and the other side.

"There should be a switch or something, somewhere", called Kylie to John. "I'll go look."

John nodded in agreement and eyed the room. "Try over there", he suggested, pointing to a small cluster of pillars.

She thanked him and got out of the turret, then made sure her gun was loaded and sprinted to the place he pointed.

After quickly looking over the pillars, she noticed a small opening in the wall. It was hard to see in the dim lighting, so she clicked on her flashlight. An entrance leading to a steep incline shone in the beam. Oh, yes. VERY original. She made her way up the ramp and made a left, spotting elite that donned red armor. You would think that the security here would be better. It had no time to react before she gunned it down mercilessly.

Kylie continued the short journey up the access ramp to a glowing, holographic control panel. How the hell they do this, I do not know. Somehow, she knew exactly what to press and move to make a bridge of light appear before John and the Warthog. Well I'll be damned.

She turned to go back down, only to find the elite she had supposedly 'killed' swinging his plasma rifle at her. The impact was harder the she expected, and managed to turn her helmet to where the lock was undone and it flew off. It fell over the edge, crashing against the incline before being consumed in total darkness. Shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!!! Kylie was trained not to panic, but she usually acted on instinct, and that was what made her a good soldier. She wasn't the type to clear her mind and think rationally during anything. Her reflexes did all the work. But now, now her reflexes betrayed her, and she froze up, eyes wide with fear and looking straight at the monster that had managed the impossible. She was now officially dead.

He wacked her around a bit more, then shot at her some until she was reduced to a bloody heap on the floor. I'm going to die here, I just know it. Why has my body betrayed me? Is this punishment for all the wrong I have done in my life? All these thoughts raced through her head as she felt herself being rolled over the edge.

Her body snapped back to attention, and she grabbed for something to keep her from falling. Successfully snagging something, her body relaxed for a moment. Then she realized what she was holding on to. The elite!

Kylie let go immediately, then hung onto the ledge with her left arm while reaching for her gun with the other. She shot the elite and pulled him down to her, then let him fall into the abyss.

She sighed. Now that that is over, let's get back to, OUCH! Now that the adrenaline wasn't in her system anymore, she realized that the elite had done a toll on her. Her arm must be broken in several places, and her ribs and legs were probably in no better condition.

Then the nausea and weariness hit. She was so tired. When was the last time she slept? She had taken a quick nap on he way down on the pelican, but other than that, she couldn't remember when the last time she got any real sleep was. Her mind leisurely dulled as she ignored the honking of a nearby vehicle. Sleep. Sleep was all she cared about. Still holding fast to the ledge with her good arm, she fell into unconsciousness.