A/N: Well, chapter 4. I might take a little longer to update now because I just got an idea for a great new story. Due to writing two stories I may take 2 weeks now to update. But for the time being enjoy chapter 4.
Chapter 4: Fighting back
As Fred awoke at the usual time of 6:00am, he had completly forgotten about the previous days events, and walked staight out the front door for a run. Straight into the cameras that were now all aimed at him. Hoping he could avoid their icy cold stares he sprinted. Sprinted right past the cameras, right onto the road, and all the way to Olivia's. They had to do something now.
Even though the plan was completely rubbish, there was still a chance that it might work. So as Fred stood there knocking on his friends door he thought over the plan trying to work out any kinks.
Finaly after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. Fred rushed inside not wanting to be caught by the media again.
"What happened?" asked a very tired looking Olivia.
"I forgot about the reporters. If we truely are going to trick the media we better do it now."
"Ok, ill e-mail all the media companies and have them knocking at someone elses doorstep tomorrow. You go find an actor." Olivia replied, obviously annyoyed to have had to get out of bed.
"Ill have him moved in by tonight."
To any other person Olivia would have thought they were crazy. But this man that just walked into her life 2 days ago had never known peace. His whole life, war and pain. Now he gets a chance at what he never had and it gets ruined by the media.
Although the spartan programme had saved humanity from the flood and the covanent, she still hated it. Pulling children away from their families and putting them through so much pain. Olivia somehow new how this spartan felt. That was why she was fighting for him.
As Fred arrived outside of his house to get his hog, he notice that the media was no longer outside his house. The spartan thought it was a blessing. So he jumped in his beast and took off. He was slightly relieved that the media wasnt there, but at the same time extremely worried.
As he pulled out of his driveway, the spartan glanced over his shoulder at the road behind him. "Shit!" The vans were now stalking him at a distance. Fred new they were no match for his hog, so he floored it.
After flooring the hog, Fred got to town and made it there in only 15 minutes. He slowed down once on the town streets.
First stop Harvey Norman again. After hours of reading the instructions and fiddling, Fred realized he needed a T.V to play his xbox. So, as the spartan walked into the shop, he was immediatly reckognized by the employee that helped him the day before.
"Welcome back. What do you need today?" inquired the employee.
"I need a T.V."
"Any specific size, brand or price?"
"Ill take the biggest one you have."
Fred walked out of the store that day with a 150 inch flat screen panasonic T.V. Perfect for playing games. Next, off to the gun store, to pick up his shotgun and knife.
As the spartan was making his way to the gunstore, he saw a man walking. And not just any man, but the man who would soon be a spartan drowning in cameras.
"Excuse me sir?" Fred called out. The man was looking down at his smart phone and had no clue as to who was talking to him. So he replied with a harsh "What do you..." until he looked up and his voice went quiet "want?"
"How would you like to be me for a while? You will get paid and you will become famous for it."
"How much will I get paid and how famous?" the man was interested now.
"50 000$. And you will be as famous as a spartan." At the last word the man clicked, and then took a step back. Fred gave the stunned man his number and told him to call when he had decided. Fred then continued on his way hoping that the man would agree.
As the spartan finally felt the grip of his shotgun and the hilt of his knife, he almost breathed a sigh of relief. He felt at home. He had completly forgotten about everything as he was taken back to his years with blue team.
Suddenly he snapped back to reality and raced of to his hog eager to get home. He jumped in and nearly floored it before realizing there was a speed limit.
The ride home was a peacefull one, peacefull enough to actually reflect on his new life. Olivia. What was this new feeling he felt each time he saw or thought of her? Was it something he hadnt experienced due to the spartan II programme? Was he in love?
Just as he came across this possible conclusion he arrived home. Again in a way glad the reporters were no longer outside his home.
Once inside, the spartan placed his gum and knife inside the crate containing his armor. As if by chance, the phone rang as Fred was replacing the lid to the crate.
"Hello?" Fred answered into the phone.
"Ill do it." the spartan heard.
"Great, ill bring the money tomorrow. Where do you live?" The man gave Fred his adress and hung up.
Again, for the second time that day, it seemed as if by chance, the door bell rang. The spartan peeked out the window to find out who was there.
Olivia. Fred had no idea why this woman was helping him after only knowing him for about 3 days. Maybe she had an attraction to him like he had to her. Maybe she just needed a friend. Either way, Fred didnt dare question her.
"Hey there neighbor." Exclaimed Olivia, finaly having gotten over the fact that she got woken up so early.
"Good afternoon. I found an actor." Replied Fred in a proud sort of tone.
"Well congradulations. Your life is now mearly saved.
"Thanks"
"Anyway, I just stopped by to tell you that I have e-mailed all the networks, and all I need now is the adress."
Fred gave Olivia the adress of the actor and said goodbye. Now, the fun begins. How do you turn the T.V on?
A/N: PS, I got stuck a few times while writing, and that is why im a bit late this time. Next chapter should be better.
