Hey. Quick note: This chapter is in 1st person, the next will be 3rd person.
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Two snipers on the left, three on the right on that very platform four stories high. Only one grenade left, suitcase is just behind that door. No biggie.

Taking the pin from my stick grenade, I threw it at the door, causing the snipers to scatter. I quickly hopped over my hiding rock and took a sniper rifle of my very own, and to the best of my abilities I killed the very left soldier, as he was falling his sniper fell in just the right position for me to shoot at the trigger, causing the dead mans sniper rifle to fire and earn me a quadruple kill. I took notice to the crates on my right, jumping to the top of each one. When I got to the platform the grenade went off, I exchanged my sniper for my assault and stepped inside the room. I saw him with the suitcase. Too easy, what is going- And before I knew it, time stopped besides me.

"What the hell?" I then knew what was going on as everything faded away, and I was in an empty white room, falling. I caught my fall with a tuck-and-roll. I recovered quickly, ripping off my red helmat and throwing it to the ground. "What the hell!" I shouted, facing a large mirror. "I was this close! Why did you stop me?"

The intercom clicked. "Joy.." I groaned, now what? I waited for a response.. and waited. Obviously I'm not getting one. I picked up the helmat off the ground and found a crease in the white walls, opening a door and taking off the light, red armour that was supposed to be worn when inside the holographic room. Odd, no one was in the control center.

"Dad?" I called, leaving the control room and into an empty white hall. "Stew?" I whipped my head around, then spotted a man in a filthy lab coat walking the opposite direction of me. "Hey ass-hat!"

I ran after him, but he disappeared into a janitor's closet. I swear if I'm still in the simulation. I checked a vent, still screwed down, no sign of entry in the past six years, my graffiti was still there and crayon rubs away quick in ventilation shafts.

I speed-walked back to the control center, picking up my phone from my locker and putting on my jacket. There isn't much room to wear anything under those suits and wearing just a sports bra and boxers were all I wore at the moment and Stewart likes to have the AC in the whole training facility cracked, despite my workout from two minutes ago, I was still freezing.

Where the hell is everybody? Then, something I noticed on a computer screen. I pulled a sticky note off from the screen. "Go home SweetPea, there was a glitch in the system and we are getting things ready and recalibrating as you read this. Be safe, and get some pants on 3" Typical, I got locked in the holographic world again, god knows how long, and they left me.

As I was told to on the note, I got some sweats on, and to be safe.. a hand gun should do! I skipped to the guns locker, put in the combo and pulled. A sticky note came floating down from the top of the locked locker. "No" Am I really that predictable? Fine, I'll just take a pocket knife.

I slipped on my sandals and walked outside, passing a window, realizing how stupid I looked. I had a bad case of helmat hair for one, then going down I had a baggy green unzipped hoodie to show my sports bra and down further I had white sweatpants on, with my red boxers poking out, and then I was wearing cheap dollar store sandals.

As I was eyeing myself I stopped as something attached to the window was blocking the look of my face, and it so happened to be my dads favorite form of communication of today. I reached and ripped it from the once spotless window and read in sloppy letters, "DONt gO hOME."

Okay, now I was getting paranoid. I looked to the gate to get out of this place, the entire walkway was littered with sticky notes, all saying the same thing. I picked one up, they were all the same. I took my sandals off and ran home, the sticky notes seemed to know which direction I would take, I even climbed a fire escape to the roofs, there were the sticky notes. Home is just two blocks away and I am not about to do what a bunch of fake notes are telling me to do.

I arrived home with many paper cuts on my feet. The cuts feel so real, so I can't be in the holographic world, but how is all of this even possible? Who ever did this seriously wanted to freak me out, they didn't slack off while doing this, every note was turned writing side up and no cars were on the street. I was expecting to get tackled while taking alley ways to escape from sticky notes but no one but me seemed to be anywhere. I was tempted to break into somebodys house. I was happy to see the sticky notes ending as I opened the front door, but saddened to see no one home, but a bright light coming from the basement, and red armour on the counter. Hey look! A normal sticky note!

"Put these on" Finally! We have our own holographic chamber! I thought holographic technology was illegal outside of permitted areas? Way to break the law dad.. I'm so proud.

The armour I was given at the facility was as light as paper, and not that hard either. What I was given here, was a lot different. This was heavy, and seemed like it had electronics running through it, probably could take a few bullets too. I took off my sweats and jacket, putting on the black undersuit, was a bit too skin tight for me, but I felt like a spy with it on, so I guess its alright. I then attatched multiple parts of the armour on, not even knowing what to start with, I liked the new suit, even though it was hot pink, I could move around, probably fight in this too. Last, I put on the helmat, and as soon as I did the armour flashed once, numbers were clouding my vision through the yellow visor. I backed up into the counter as the numbers were bright and blinded me.

Then it all stopped, and I felt like I was breathing fresh forest air.. I need to investigate this when I have time. But who ever invented this armour, they get negative points for un-creativity, totally stealing this from Halo, Halo 3 to be exact.

I opened the glowing closet door, and before I could step inside I was already falling. I was having a hard time convincing myself that this wasn't real life, how could dad get this advanced technology? It felt like I was really falling, like the landscape all around me was real, like that lake I'm about to dive into is real. Real or not, I can still feel pain, even if it is just a simulation.

The space between the water and I was getting smaller, and after a check of my surroundings I found two, what looked like bases, from Halo 3. Some people are just so uncreative, couldn't think of something better? And a check of the bases I seen one of them, the closest, had three people standing outside, watching me as I fell, all in armour with shades of red. Don't help or anything, just fucking stand there and watch.. what am I thinking? They are fake, not real. The only thing the programmers ever really programmed for people were fear, common sense, smells and most basic human needs. Seeing someone fall from the sky? I'm not attacking them so they shouldn't really be caring.

Now, came the impact. I held my breath, got out of the position I was in and straightened my body. I might not make it, falling from this distance. But whatever. Massive amount of pain and end of simulation, two pain killers later and everything would be normal.

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Please excuse any spelling errors I am un aware of, critisizm is wanted but not needed. Thank you for reading Chapter 1.
I do not own the armour, soldiers or Halo (3) mentioned in this Chapter. I only own my character, Joy.