NOTE: This story is based on a story written by freelancer92 titled: I Want to be a Spartan. It chronicles the events of my character before he ends up being involved in the events of freelancer92's story. Enjoy

Chapter 1

0920 Hours, November 11, 2006(Military Calendar)/

/Bronx, New York, United States, planet Earth

Sol system

It all happened really fast. Part of the third floor in the building known as the School for Career development was destroyed. The aftermath of the explosion were not the ruins, but the painful moaning of more 500 people residing in that building.

Among them was Walter, a 17 year old Halo fanatic that would have never imagined the fascinating world of Halo could all of a sudden become so real. This Hispanic struggled to rise, to ignore the pain within his head, muscles and bones.

Plasma bolts and needler shards were present outside the room he was in. "A hiding spot with cover, which is what I need" thought Walter. He shoved aside the desks blocking his way as he headed for the closet. He fell on the floor once he got inside the closet, unconscious.

Memories he had not known played in his mind: Spartan hand signals, technical information about UNSC technology, then finally, in his mind's "eyes", the strangest, yet most satisfying text appeared:

SPARTAN-IV-C288

Private

He got up. "So I am a Spartan now?" thought Walter. It was only 3 minutes since Walter was inside the closet door. His school uniform felt strangely loose. He looked down and noticed that the buttons of the uniform no longer existed. But that was not the only thing he learned.

His body felt heavier, yet stronger. He took off what remained of his shirt. He had a feeling that covenant patrols were outside. Not surprised by what he said, bodies of people were on the ground, some with plasma burns.

Many of them he has known, but staying here would cause his death as well. The covenant did a good job of killing them. Some of them seemed to have been feeling the same changes that he was feeling, but was shot before the change was complete.

He took a peak outside the classroom, and noticed that three Jackals were looking for something outside. "Possibly any other "Spartans" that were around" How and why the covenant was here did not matter. I need to neutralize them, but how? The though vanished as he noticed all the items that can be used as weapons.

I can use the chalkboard eraser to distract them and I can use the chairs to swing at them.

This thought faded as somebody really huge and muscular threw a chair towards the Jackals from one end of the pathway outside the door. It caught one Jackal in the back and landed on top of it. The other Jackals, unwilling to let this prey go, opened fire with their plasma pistols.

Now or never.

Walter ran out, immediately took the fallen plasma pistol, and lunged at the closets Jackal, twisting the neck of the vulture like creature.

As useful at the Shield generators were, there was no time to take it, slip it on, and figure out how it worked. The last Jackal still standing fired its plasma pistol. Walter held the corpse in between the shots to avoid getting any burns, and closed in on the creature. As the creature began to adjust its aim, the figure that threw the chair from across the other side of the hallway stood behind the creature, grabbed the arms of the creature, and struck his knee on the back of the Jackal, pulling the arms as he thrusted the knee through the spine, killing the monster.

Walter looked up, and he saw a face as familiar as his own.

"Glad to see you again man." said Walter. "Yep, but I think these things look familiar to something I played before." said David.

Walter though for a moment about Halo 2. He remember the enemy, but some part of him didn't seem to remember what happens after the Battle in New Mombassa, a missing part of his memory that bothered him now more than ever. "They are called Jackals, and they are from Halo" replied Walter in the simplest way possible.

"Well, you are the Halo freak, so I guess you should know, but how is all this possible-" "We will worry about that later, but right now, we need to stay alive if we are to solve this" interrupted Walter.

At a time like this, there was no time to wait and think about why they were there.

Walter instinctively picked up the arm of a fallen Jackal, stripped it of the Shield generator, and tests it out. He tested out the buttons, and David watched with interest as Walter tested out the machines, and then handed one over to him.

"This button activates them, but this button disables them. I have no clue how long they last, plus its bluish color can give us away if we are hiding in the shadows." "Got it" responded David. "Hey Walter, what happened to your hair?" asked David.

Walter brought his left hand up to touch his hair, and noticed that it was shorter than before, Almost as if a barber cut the hair for him. Now was no time to wonder about this mystery, so he lied. "I got a haircut that is all."

David accepted the response, unsure if Walter was lying or telling the truth. They both ran down the stairs, with plasma pistols up. As they both reached the exit doors, they both saw many bodies of Covenant and humans alike. A fire fight was taking place as four Jackals, a dozen Grunts and two Elites were firing in a direction away from the doors, leaving there backs open for an ambush.

Walter and David looked at each other, and before Walter got to give the Command, David whispered "Go."