I woke up to frigid cold. I can't remember my name. Or how I got on this accursed planet. I am stuck in a tin suit, bringing my loneliness to a climax. The only thing I carry with me is a strange metallic thing, that when I pull on part of it, a strange and deadly projectile comes out of it. All around is snow. No other life forms. I'm dying. I need food.

Anything I find besides snow is dead bodies. I can't figure out what killed these creatures. Beside their bodies are things similar to my metallic thing. I wish this helmet would come off. I found something today. The word "Warthog" is imprinted on the side. It makes me much faster. I see a ship in the distance.

My memory is returning. I remembered how to read and write. My metallic thing is a gun. I see a ship in the distance. Those people can get me out of here. As I near the ship, I see three humans raise weapons at me.

Humans... interesting word, now where did I remember it from? I jump off my Warthog and walk past them. They seem to look at me with a look of disbelief, as if they think they're dreaming.

But I know. I know this isn't a dream... this is a nightmare. Finally one man stops me and asks me, "Who are you?"

I simply grin at the ironic question, "I don't know." I here my audible voice for the first time. It seems cold, hard. As I continue thought on the word human, I regain a chunk of my memory.

"The Covenant!" The men behind me whip around and start firing at a group of five creatures in the distance. One man gets shot in the head, and the other one gets a grenade stuck on him. My new chunk of memory tells me I should jump away.

I jump the distance of ten feet rather easily. The remaining man runs back in the ship, and yells to me, "You! Hold them off!" He runs in, and I assume he goes to get other humans. I resign myself to helping him, and casually walk forward to meet my new foes. As we near each other, the window in front of my face tells me they are called Elites.

I keep my weapon slack at my side, and the Elites stare at me, as if surprised, but also as if waiting to see what I will do. After a few tense moments, one raises a weapon at me and says, "Step aside." I grip my weapon tightly, and reply, "No."

The Yellow Armored Elite, who first spoke to me, and seemed to be the leader of this pack of Elites, raises his fist to strike me. At this point I jumped into action. I grabbed his wrist, and punched him in the stomach. He grunted, and I pressed my metallic weapon to his forehead. "Leave."

I fired, and he fell down dead. The other four jumped at me at once. I blocked about two out of fifty punches. I was launched onto the ground, and an Elite put his foot on my chest. He pointed his weapon at my face. I regained another chunk of memory. These things had killed thousands of humans.

My foot flew up, and the Elite flew about five feet and hit one of his comrades, they both toppled to the ground, and I raised my weapon and killed them. The remaining two held back, aiming weapons at me. One shot at me, and a weird yellow wall blocked it. Nonetheless, I dived for the body of the yellow Elite, and grabbed a plasma grenade.

I activated it and chunked it at one elite, it stuck to him, and he let out a yell as he died. The remaining one looked at me, and suddenly he was hailed with bullets and fell to the ground. I spun on my heels and saw seven men standing at the door of the ship.

A small woman walked out from behind the men. She had black hair that was nearly all gray. "Hello, Leon." I felt many memories come back. This was Dr. Halsey. I remembered what humans were. For a fleeting second, I considered my self one.

No, I am not a human. I am a Spartan.

Spartan Eight-Seven.

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plz review, hope you liked it. short chapted, I know. Its just to introduce the character