Chapter 2: Fight in the Schoolyard

This is chapter 2 of Angels of Reach! Any concerns you see in my writing don't hesitate to ask! Enjoy!

July 22nd 2552

Ryan woke up from his restless and nightmarish sleep feeling like he had just been thrown around by a brute. When he tried to look back on it, all he saw was a city… not Reach but Earth. He watched as covenant ships began glassing the planet and scores of covenant soldiers poured out all over the streets, gunning down anyone who even dared try to escape. Suddenly his sister ran out and he screamed at her to stop but she kept running as if she didn't see him; like she was running away from him. Then suddenly, when he blinked, his sister was impaled and held up with an energy sword, mouth wide open but no screams as the elite's active camouflage flickered off. It held her up to its face and smelled her before throwing her body to the ground, letting a pool of blood gather by her chest. The Elite then turned to Ryan and let out a deep, roaring laughter before staring at him with small beady eyes under his helmet.

"You will all burn!"

He sat up from his bed feeling exhausted and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. He quickly shaved the coarse stubble off his face and examined his face as he then proceeded to cut it short again. Ryan had a fairly wide face but far less then the twins or Cross, wide jawed with a narrow chin, mid-height cheeks and short brown hair with a copper tinge to it. His build was also large, having broad, squared off shoulders and arms thick with muscle but more of lean muscle then body builder stuff. After that he looked at his smooth muscle toned chest, putting a finger on a scar over his right lung with went around to the small of his back. Taking time to look over it he remembers how he got it, dropping in and being caught off guard right out of the pod. Elite had tried stabbing him with a sword and missing the vitals by a mere inch; had it not been for Red, he probably wouldn't be alive.

After finishing up, Ryan walked down to the hangar bay in order to keep himself entertained, walking around watching marines run through, most likely for discipline reasons. He also looked over and saw a squad of Hell Jumpers all clustered around a warthog, bearing the tattoos of "Thunder Squad". He quietly swore to himself and immediately made his way towards the door straight in front of him, hoping they hadn't seen him.

Thunder was the most violent, bat shit insane, cockiest sons a bitches that are stationed on Reach. They usually beat other ODST's just for the sake of showing they were the alpha dogs and most of them were just insane in general.

He made it about 20 feet from the door from when suddenly he heard a pair of boots smack on the ground, and at that moment he knew it was Thunder because a second later he heard several other slow footsteps and the clatter as people moved out of the way. There was a chuckle before a deep, laughing voice broke the silence. "Well, well, well..." He said still laughing. "What do we have here? Lost little Angel fell from the sky?'

Ryan turned to face Thunder Squad, all eight of them with their tattoo covered arms and shoulders, and insane look in their eyes. The one standing in front, who everyone called Little Joe, with his short, ginger hair and massive body builder muscle stood in front of the squad and looked around. "Seems like you came all by yourself hmm?"

The lone angel squad member turned to face the eight others with a small smile as if he wasn't expecting a beating to happen. Great thing about being how he spent his childhood avoiding fights, he can handle being called a little pansy ass bitch and walk away; with thunder? He doubted that would fly, but it was worth the shot.

People had cleared from around him to give him space he would need. Ryan looked around the wide open hangar as if he wasn't the one they were talking to and then brought his eyes down on Joe. "Well I thought I might go for a stroll, just trying to pass the time you know?" He said with a blank look on his face. This time a fight would not only look bad on him, but also he wouldn't walk for the rest of his life.

Thunder responded with a chuckle as they formed a half circle around him which he knew was a sure sign that a fight was going to start, he only had one thing that he knew he needed to use now.

Joe had already made his way straight for Ryan, a look in his eyes like he wasn't going to stand a chance. As he awaited the inevitable beating he was about to endure, he heard someone yell out, "Hey! The fuck you think you're doing you prissy little rain cloud?"

His face had gone beet red and with a clenched jaw, Joe actually turned slightly to see Butch standing up on the upper railing yelling down to him, and he looked straight at him while he taunted back, "Why don't you come down so I can kick your ass my…"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Ryan had charged him and kicked the side of his knee cap as hard as he could, caving in with a loud crack from his combat boots breaking bone. He then kneed him straight in the center of his back, forcing a massive wave of pain to shoot through his body and to lie against the floor. Joe turned to try and get up but Ryan had brought his boot down on his head, shattering his nose, fresh blood spraying all over the cold metal floor and knocking him out cold.

The rest of the squad watched in shock as their squad leader went down before he even had a clue what had happened and one of them had yelled out. "You little bitch! Let's beat this cheap bastard!" And with that, Ryan knew it was time to throw away all the rules of a fight.

Out of the seven in the half circle, four of them had come after Ryan while the rest were too shocked to comprehend what had just happened. One of them grabbed him by the shirt and sent a punch straight across his jaw, making a crack as it made contact. The squad member then threw him against a docked pelican and picked up a massive piece of pipe of sorts and swung it straight for Ryan's head. He rolled quickly and the pipe struck the transport, leaving a small dent in the side while Ryan had grabbed a small pipe and smashed it into the knee of the trooper, sending the broken bone and muscle through the back of his leg before smashing him again in the jaw, breaking it and knocking him out cold. By now the crowd was amazed at what Ryan was doing and began actually cheering for him, crying out his name and whistling as he looked over to see what they were doing; bad mistake.

One of the others tackled him straight in the chest, smashing him against a supply crate while he drove punches straight for his face. Ryan managed to block a few but a few struck his face, leaving red, swollen marks and bloody teeth. Once the trooper drew back his fist back for a finishing blow, Ryan quickly shot him in the lungs with a jab, knocking the wind out of him and slamming him against the crate. He then gave a final stomp on the man's windpipe and drove the remaining air out of him. The one trooper had decided to back off while the remaining one gave him body shots all over before grabbing his throat and holding him against the crate, drawing out a long combat knife from his hip and pressing it against Ryan's neck. "I'm going to gut you like a fucking pig!'

Before Ryan could even think to react, a boot suddenly smashed the man in the side of the head, sending him sprawling against the floor with his three other comrades. The trooper stood to see Snow standing in front of Ryan, a look in her eyes like she was going to murder this little fucker. The man had blood flowing from the side of his head and his nose while he glared at her. "Better move out of the way Molly Maid, or else I'll put you on the menu as well!"

Snow ran at the man so quickly his eyes went as wide as saucers before sending a punch straight across his jaw. When the man had barely hit the floor she put a boot on his throat and held his knife to his eye. "Call me that again… and I will cut…your fucking… balls off!" She said through gritted teeth while the trooper had already gone pale white and scampered off, leaving the other men on the floor.

Ryan spat out blood from his mouth and grimaced from the possible broken ribs and several other injuries while he smiled a painful look at Snow. "Thanks… would have been screwed if you hadn't showed up…" He barely managed to make that out before needing to cough up some more blood.

Snow looked over at him before walking over and looking at him. "You ok?" She looked at him with her big, blue eyes concerned. It was a look she had never really given him, he always thought she didn't like being seen as a softy but she was concerned.

Painfully, he tried to suffice with words but all that came out was a groan and him falling against the supply crate. Eventually he managed to make out a sentence that was audible. "Yeah… I'm fine"

Before Snow could continue her sentence the rest of angel walked over, Hammer and Butch having a big ass grins on their faces before Butch spoke first. "Shit man! Never thought the day when you would ACTUALLY fight someone!"

Ryan smiled and Hammer clasped him by the shoulder with an iron-like grip before wrapping an arm around him while Red and Cross showed up. "We got to give him a new nickname! Fucking over all of thunder squad deserves recognition!"

Red smiled in the background while Cross walked over with a look in his eyes like always, pissed as almighty fuck. He looked around at the down troopers before looking back to Ryan. "Was it in self defense?"

Hammer looked at Ryan and wrapped an arm around his other shoulder so the two brothers were standing on either side of him. Hammer laughed childishly. "Sir, Isn't that the regular bullshit?"

Cross looked at the beat up squad member, ignoring Hammer's comment. "Was it?"

He spat off blood to the side so it didn't land on Cross's boots. "Yes sir,' He said with a bloody smile. "It most definitely was."

Defiantly, against all odds, something not deemed possible to man, Cross smirked which broke into a smile. "Go get those wounds patched up; you're going to have some explaining to do tomorrow."

Ryan began walking off while Cross told the medics in the area to come deal with the troopers knocked out and bleeding. Snow walked right next to him while Hammer, Butch and Red walked slightly behind. Butch laughed as they arrived at the med bay. "Heal well you crazy bastard, we have to spend time figuring out your new nickname since I can't call you bed wetter anymore!"

Snow stood in the doorframe with a slight smile on her face as Ryan looked up at her from the bed. She brushed hair out of her face and smiled back until Hammer called her and she looked to him. Before leaving she glanced back at Ryan and then ran down the hall to catch up with the others. Ryan let a breath out before hanging his head low waiting for the doctor to show up, he sat there for a good long while waiting for the inevitable.

Tomorrow was going to fucking suck.

That was chapter two of Angels of Reach! Hopefully you are enjoying the story! The next chapter may not be out for a while but I promise the story will continue! Don't forget to review and leave comments on possible ways to make the story better!