Chapter 1: A New Red

I am bored. Not just bored for the moment, but bored with life. Nothing in the real world is all that interesting. I love Halo. So therefore I love Red vs Blue. That realives me of my ongoing boredom. My name is Andrew Marks. 17 year old senior. Ive got great grades, great body, great prospects for the future. But its still boring.

Now, I suppose boring is not quite the right term. Lacking...change. Predictability is sometimes a forsaken thing, something you grow to resent. I suppose from a logical point of view, it's nice. Predictions are what make people like economists their money, but isn't a little change what's really important. Here me out. Do we learn more when we're st rest, or when we're constantly forced to change. If you think about it, change is the great maker of the world.

My parents always are talking about sending me to some business college. But that is of no intrest to me. Ever since I was little, I have been shooting rifles. Not the one in my pants, but real ones. Practicing Martial Arts. Studying Military procedures. I want to fight something. Someone. Be a goddamn hero. I know what I want. To see action like the Reds and the Blues. Well, Im about to get my adventure.

One night at 11 pm I was playing halo with my friend, and I look outside offhandedly. It was full of stars. Never has the sky been fuller than that night. Then I see it! A shooting star! I jokingly wish to join Red team when I wake up tommorow. I giggled at my wish then played Halo for an hour. Going on a 29 kill streak like a pro. Okay, I might be exaggerating, but it's close. I don't get it, but I felt at peace. Then I logged off, telling my friend goodbye.

Before I went to bed I got some water. My little sister was watching anime. By God, why she up so late? Her name is Cassy. She is 14 years old, in the 8th grade, and what you expect from a little sister. She can be annoying, sure, but she is family. She is hard headed, proud, and like me, knows hos to take care of herself. Curly dirt blonde hair. And if you ask any boy her age, they'll say "She is one helleva a hottie!" And I tell them to never be alone, or they might wake up on ship, in a box, heading towards Madagascar.

"Cassy, what are you watching?" I asked, slightly interested. More to make small talk.

"Some show about Godzilla." She answered. Well, I mean, it's Japan. Of course they have shit about Godzilla.

"Anything going on at school tomorrow?" I asked as my water was getting my water.

"Algebra Test. God, Math is just...Zachary doesn't make it any easier." She went on. Math, which she hated. Zachary, some classmate who's determined to get her to agree to a date. Coincidentally, they're both in the same period.

"Pfffffft" came out, as I began to laugh.

"Don't make fun of me! These are real problems!" She lambasted me, and to her credit, she really didn't like Zachary...

"I admit, it's got to suck having him in that class. Kill that test for me." I got my water, then on my way up, I gave her a rustling on the head. We dont always see eye to eye, but I love her like nothing else. I think myself as a good brother. But sadly, that is the last time I showed my little sister any kind of affection in a long time. I went upstairs, plugged in my earphones. Then I let sleep take me, engulf me like the winds of inevitable force. I feel like I need noise when I fall asleep. Cause I cant take it when I hear nothing. Too damn quite.

When I woke up, I was not in my bed. I was in some airplane. Or air transport. I got up,then went up front. "What the hell you doing up here kid? We're about to land next to the Red outpost. Get ready!" Confused, I went back to the bay of the ship, which I realized to be a pelican. I had Sniper rifle slung to by back, and a Mangum on my hip. Well, I guess shooting stars are no joke. I admire my shiny red armour, the the bay door opens.

The ship landed and I hear the Pilot say "Hustle rookie! This is a war zone!"

"Holy shit. I think my wish was answered." I rush out, and I see some other soldiers. One in red. One in maroon. Another in orange./p

"Hey, what's your name?" I recognized that voice anywhere. Griff. "My name is Andrew Marks sir!" I go into full salute. The red one does an overtake at that.

"Son. Im the commanding officer here. That right there is a nobody. My name is Sarge. But Sir will do. And this here is Simmons." Sarge told me, his commanding voice on full display.

"Nice to meet you." Simmons, outstretched his hand. I happily shook it.

"And I'm griff. And I am not a nobody." He said with indignation.

"Yes you are" the others say in unison.

"There are some other on base. And then there is the dirty blues" Sarge said, pointing at the base on the other side of the canyon.

"Yeah, but we dont really fight them anymore. They are just there. But we do have some conflict." Grif says lazily.

"Well soldier." Sarge tells me. "Welcome to Valhalla. This is your new home" I cocked my Sniper Rifle. "Glad to be here sir!"

They show me around the base. Its way bigger than I expected. Rooms, kitchen, Living room, training rooom, all that kind of shit. Computer room too. Why is there a bottle of lotion and tissues right next to the computer? As the tour continues, I can't help but see a certin light-red soldier talking to his medic.

Welcome to my little story full of madness! My funhouse if you will! I'm going back and editing some stuff, cause I've determined I'm an rookie writer. Especially two years ago. So therefore, I encourage your feedback! I hope to get feedback from y'all, you are what make me love writing!