Hello! This is my first Halo fanfic so CONSTRUCTIVE criticisim is appreciated. Not terribly Canon but I wanted to try something new. So without further adoo...
Coughing, I see my cryo tube begin to open but the blurry shapes that I see beyond make no sense in my cloudy brain. Even more disconcerting is that when the chamber fully opens is that I, with all of my speed and strength, cannot keep from falling to my hands and knees before the Elites that opened my chamber.
Immediately, I attempt to rise, but no air fills my lungs when I breathe, and my situation does not improve when one of the elites places a foot on my back and manages to force me to the floor. Not comprehending how my strength could have deserted me so quickly and completely, I try and look at the ship around me but even this simple motion proves a challenge, as black spots gather before my eyes and I finally understand.
Nearly all of the atmosphere has vented from the ship through a hole blasted by the covenant cruiser that is currently the only thing between me and a painful death, using its shields to seal the gaping hole. The Elite not currently standing on me steps forward and lands a powerful blow to the back of my head, leaving me with only the most tenuous grasp on consciousness. It is then as he prepares to kill me with his sword that the other speaks.
"Wait! This is no way for a warrior to die", he implored.
"Have you lost your mind?!", the other replied, "This is obviously one of their demons, even if it is not wearing its armor. Better to kill it now, or have you forgotten the multitudes of our brothers that have fallen to these beasts?"
"No, none of us will ever forget that, but no warrior deserves to die in this state whether they walk the path or not. Even you cannot deny that this being is deserving ;though I stand on it with my full weight and no air fills its lungs, it still struggles to stand and fight. Besides, I'm sure the Prophets would want to see the only Demon we have taken alive. Then it will die", proclaimed the first Elite.
"Fine, but I will have nothing to do with this plan of yours, this borders on heresy", cried the other.
"The least you can do is finding its armor. That we can certainly learn from, but do it quickly, there is scant atmosphere left already", ordered the first.
My mind was so foggy that I barely understood their conversation, and then the Elite moved his foot from my back to my neck and pressed.
Weak as I was from cryo and the extreme lack of oxygen, a Spartan is no push over. I struggled to heave the Elite's weight off of me, but that only quickened the inevitable. My vision rapidly fading, I manage to twist my head around. Catching a glimpse of the label on my cryo-tube, I read Ryan-124, somehow knowing it is the last time I will be called that for a very long time.
My body can no longer fight the blackness and I let myself fall into it.
I do NOT own Halo(cool as that would be), just Ryan, my OC.
The Chapters will be getting longer and revised as I go along so bear with me please. Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated! Feel free to point out any spelling errors as well.
