The Begining of Our Lives- Project Freelancer

by ND'sRebel

A Hundred kids where taken from their beds to become Spartan III's.. But for nine of them, is there something else waiting in their future..? Please Review! If you have an OC that you would like to have put in, just say so, or any suggestions :) I know that in the BOOKS that the kids are taken at 5-7yrs, and that Spartan III's are orphans! But this is MY story.. NO HATE REVIEWS!

2. Chapter 2

Ch2

Hours, days, weeks, maybe even months… Nobody knew how long we were stuck in cyro tubes. We only knew that something was up. Jerked out of cyro sleep, we looked around for our friends. As I tried to locate Lita, I couldn't help but notice that there were misshaped kids, along with dead bodies. The kids that died were being covered up by sheets. Spotting Lita, I headed her way as the steel doors slid open, revealing a double row of armed handlers. They marched in, each of them selecting a child at random and pulling them aside. Most of the kids were too stunned to fight back, but I wasn't.

When I jumped up onto a gurney, I quickly glanced around at the other kids. Cole was bent over a gurney, his left arm twisted around behind him. Callie stood off to the side, watching him sadly. Lita was on top of her own gurney, keeping out of the reach of one of the handlers. As the brown haired handler tried to grab my ankle, I stepped on his head and jumped, at the same time Lita did.

Rolling to soften the blow, Lita and I swept the feet out from under the two handlers. Once on our feet, we placed out backs to one another, ready to finish the fight. The handlers swung at us with their batons, once they were back on their feet. They started to move in, but halted when a commanding voice called out "Stop." The voice held so much authority that we looked to see who said it.

The speaker was about a head taller than the handlers, and was dressed in full black body armor. Everyone stared at the person, except the handlers. "Dude, that's a Spartan!" Someone whispered, and it quickly spread around the room. As I watched the Spartan approach, something looked off. It wasn't his walk, because it was the smooth walk they all had. When he stopped in front of Lita and I, I guess silently in my mind that he was actually a she. When the Spartan reached up to take off his helmet and I heard the gasps, I knew that my guess was right.

Her short red hair barely touched her shoulders, and her green eyes were sharp and piercing. I held her glare for several minutes before finally lowering my eyes. "Very wise." She said before retrieving her helmet and starting to leave. I was certain that I knew what this chick was, but I needed to be sure.
"You're a Freelancer, aren't you?"