DEMON
A story by: S.M.L.K.
PROLOG
I am known as three names, To the few I place my trust in I am John. To others I am SPARTAN-117. To the Covenant I am Demon. I was taken by the military at just six years old. They stole me from my family and brought me in for training. There were others there, as young as I was. They trained us for years on combat tactics, physical fitness, leader ship skills, weapons usage, espionage, and many other essential skills to become a soldier. But possibly the most important skill we would have to learn was to become merciless and heartless in combat. By the time we were done with our training we were ready for the reason they had trained us so hard for so many years, we were ready to be "experimented on".
We would be genetically enhanced to be stronger, faster, smarter, and more alert with improved sight, hearing, and reflexes, we would literally become super soldiers. Not every one survived the procedures. Many of us were killed or crippled, but those who survived knew why they had to be trained so hard so they would be able to live through the "experiment". We had become like no other kind of soldier. We were now SPARTANS, the best of the best.
We would also wear MJOLNER combat suits in combat. They had HUD, built in radio communication and flash light, and if the geneticall enhancements were'nt enough they imroved all of the things the genetic enhancements did. It enabled us to run at fifty M.P.H. and jog at thirty M.P.H. We could litteraly pick up cars and thow them as far normal people could throw base balls.
I went into practice my hand to hand combat one day in the gym of a barracks. Then three Special Forces soldiers came in and challenged me to a bare-knuckle boxing match. I said no at first but they egged me on and unfortunately for them I said yes. It was all of them versus me and sadly for them the odds were against them, I hit the first one in the jaw, causing it to rip from his face and fly across the room to the floor. He hit the ground screaming and choking on his own blood. The others turned to run but mercy was not in my training, I ran after them and hit one in the ribs puncturing his lungs, and the other in the head. His head burst open, now where had been a recognizable head, was a bloody pulp of brains and skull fragments. He was the first man I had ever killed and he would not be the last.
At this time there were only rumors that there was an alien force that wanted us dead. All we had heard at the time were reports of ships that were there and then… well gone, latter to be found in small burnt pieces. We new it was burns that could not be made by any technology we posses but we did not assume the fact that there was an alien force bent on our destruction. Now we know that there is a force known as the Covenant that MUST be stopped at all costs. And that is what this story is about.