Through His Legend
Chapter One: Echo
Prologue
He was bent over, hands and knees on the ground. His side sung with agonizing pain every time he sucked in a breath. He felt blood in the inside of his mouth as he gasped for air for his burning lungs. He struggled to push himself back up as the echoes of war rang around him. His vision was blurry as he forced himself back to his feet. He reached for his fallen gun and struggled to close his fingers around the trigger. As he brought the gun to his chest, it fell from his hands and he fell once again. He couldn't move, couldn't breath, and couldn't see. He heard the dying screams from the men and women around him, but he could do nothing to stop it. Even as his anger pulsed in his veins and his mind screamed for him to move, his body would not respond. He could hear people yelling at him, the most definite voice was Sergeant Johnson, shouting at him to get back up, to defend himself as the onslaught came closer to headquarters and the last line of defense Earth had.
Chief slowly glanced up to the sky and saw it burned red, like it was stained with crimson blood from fallen soldiers. Rain fell against his visor and pelted his armor, lie tears of a hero. Chief knew there was nothing left for him to do, nothing he could so. This was no longer a fight, a war. It was now a desperate struggle to just live on. To preserve life. Something that Chief knew he had little of. He knew the symptoms, knew that this was his last fight, his last day. He pushed himself to his feet, biting his lip as pain lanced through his limbs. He wasn't going o go out without a fight. Chief would never go out on his knees.