Authors Notes: You know the drill. Any characters that I don't make up belong to Bungie and the ones I do, belong to me. Anyways, this is my first Halo fic and I figured I'd get my story started. I hope you all enjoy.
(note: this prologue chapter is written in first person. After this chapter, however, it'll all be third person.)
SPARTAN-043
My name is SPARTAN-043. I was taken away from my family when I was six years old. I was put through hell to become a super-soldier. I've watched my brothers and sisters die in-front of my eyes. I have seen more death and destruction than any person should deserve to see in a hundred lifetimes.
I have killed so many Covenant soldiers that I stopped keeping track. Grunts, Jackals, Elites, Hunters, Drones, you name it, I've killed it. I've stuck plasma grenades to their faces, ripped off gas masks of Grunts and let them die a slow, methane deprived death. I have emerged from battle covered in the blood of my enemies, listening to it sizzle on my shielding system.
You've heard of the story of my friend, my brother, my leader. You've heard of the Master Chiefs exploits. Well, it's my turn. I'm going to explain to you my side of the story. I am SPARTAN-043. My name is William.