Halo: Regeneration
Introduction
It had been exactly a year since that one day. Dante, one of the Spartan-III's, had been shot by crystal shards and plasma, burning into his skin, right to his rib cage. His comrades mourned him, but life went on.
Or did it?
Chapter One
"Welcome, newbie. I'm here to show you around this place." I said to the tall teen in front of me. My eyes were half-lidded due to boredom. Out of all the assignments I could have gotten, I got "tour guide for the newbie". The kid shrugged and nodded, seemingly distracted. I huffed in annoyance, at least he could be a little more interested! "Name please, to make it less awkward. Mine's Cassiel." I mutter.
The kid tilted his head. "Mine's Dante. Can we just get going?" I rolled my eyes, grabbing his sleeve.
"Look, with that attitude, you'll end up in a cage. You have to do whatever they say, or want you to do, or you die. Simple as that. I'm going to show you how you survive. Now stop being an idiot and show interest!" I hiss, tugging him into the hall. The Forerunners kept us all here, to make us into warriors. To kill the UNSC soldiers and Spartans, even if we died. This was the reality of this place.
"Well, Cassiel, you don't seem to be treating this boy very nicely." Miss. Aggie smiled sweetly at Dante and gave me a hard look. She cared only for the boys, as they ended up as professional Spartan-hunters, and the girls usually ended up going crazy. This wasn't going to happen to Dante, I'd make sure of that. I just gave her my most utmost attention.
Which meant I got in her face and stared. "I am just breaking reality to him, Miss."