Chapter 1: Where it all Ended
The wind picked up, blowing dust into an abandon UNSC base, the weapons cache barely had any ammunitions. Vehicles stall in silence, waiting for the soldiers that would never come. Corpses littered the landscape with red blood splattered across the dry ground. Red was the only description to describe Reach, as it's surface became glass by the covenant.
The only things alive were the Covenant, and her, a female spartan walking through the dead landscape. She wore bright pink armor and a dog-tag wrapped around to the wrist with the name imprinted: Jorge-052.
She went inside the base finding nothing, but emptiness with silence a her company.
She sigh, it felt like yesterday, when she joined Noble team: Carter, Jun, Jorge, Kat, Emile and herself, Night.
She sat against the wall.
She was all that was left of Noble Team. Jorge sacrificed himself to destroy the carrier, but in vain. Kat was the second to go, sniped in the head before reaching to the bunker. Her boss, Carter, critically wounded and then crashed his pelican into a covenant scarab. Jun left to escort Halsey (at least he's still living). Emile, she kinda felt pity toward the guy, he was stab from behind, by an Elite.
Most of their deaths was for an order by Dr. Halsey: to deliver an AI to the Pillar of Autumn. She survived the massacre, succeeding in delivering the AI to the Autumn's Captain.
Though she was suppose to come along, she stayed behind to buy the Autumn time to escape from Reach.
But that wasn't, her reason. No, her real reason for staying on Reach, was because she didn't anyone else to die in her stead. For as long as she could remember, some darkness always followed her. People died in front of her eyes, civilians, soldiers, and even Spartans were not spare from her curse.
She thought if she could become the strong and ideal spartan, then maybe her bad luck would end. But it seem to fail, every time she tried to open, death followed her. So she became a "lone wolf" as Carter called her when they first met.
She began calling herself Night, because she had brought death and darkness wherever she went. She prayed, the ship had made it safely.
Grunts came outsides, the Covenant were nearby. She looked at her magnum, the ammo was nearly depleted. If she was going to make a last stand then she was going out with a bang! She only had two frag grenades, she waited for her chance for the Covenant to closer.
She looked through the doorway, she saw at least five grunts and two elites each with swords.
Why energy swords? thought Nights, I hate being on the other side of their blades! Well either way I'm going out and I'll take as many elites with me as possible.
The Elite spoke in their usually covenant tongues, she never was a linguist on. Sometimes, she could make out english words as they spoke in their alien tongues. (At least she think they had tongues).
The words she could make out were demon (Spartans of course) and human, but that didn't make any sense, there were no civilians here at the outpost. But she didn't care, she held out one of her grenades and took out the pin. She step into the open, where her enemies could see and throw the grenade at them..
The grenade land near a grunt and ka-boom! The grunt's corpse went flying through the air. Literally!
She screamed at the top of her lungs, pulling the trigger on her assault rifle, then ran at the enemy.
She was still alive, she was surprise she still lived. Even after, she almost met her end at the elites. There she stood surrounded by a pile of covenant corpse. Once again the Nightingale had done it again. She has survived death, while others around died.
She wish could died, the guilt inside was swelling again. Death fell on everyone that came near her. She was the plague of death to everyone, even to those she served in this Covenant-Human War.
I should've died, thought Night, There is no point in living, the Covenant have won, Reach is theirs. Earth will soon be glass. This is where I'm going to die.
She looked at her Magnum, only two rounds left. She only need one bullet. Night took off her helmet, dropping it to the ground. Then she raised her magnum pistol to her head and closed her eyes.
Memories flashed through her mind, memories of pain, loss and fighting. They were ones that echoed through her mind the most.
She slowly pull the trigger, when she her heard a gasp.
Night quickly turned around and pointed the gun. Her hazel eyes widen, in front of a little girl.