Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been updating as often as I said I would, but here's a 1,400+ worded chapter for you. Hope you enjoy!
I started to regain my senses, but I still couldn't open my eyes much less move. I started to hear voices somewhere near me.
"What should we do?" One asked, worried.
"Someone should give him CPR," another commented, slyly.
A clang of metal on metal erupted as someone dropped down next to me. The next thing I knew, lips of someone unknown were pressed into mine, and they started performing CPR. A jolt of energy was sent through me, in fear of Tucker or Caboose attempting to perform CPR on me. I opened my eyes and quickly say up.
"Are you ok? Do you need a blanket? Or some hot coco?" Caboose asked, jumping practically into my lap. I looked around to get my bearings. Michelle looked at me obviously worried, but tried to hide it once she realized I noticed it. Tucker looked as if he was sad I wasn't dead. Church was staring over at where the missile had exploded. I tried to stand, but failed falling sideways into Michele.
"Whoa. Hey we don't know each other like that," she joked, helping me stand. Tucker laughed regularly from where he stood.
"Sorry," I grunted, clutching my stomach, knowing that a few of my ribs were probably broken. I looked over towards the reds, who were looking at me curiously. I reluctantly have them my third finger.
"Haha! Suck it blue!" The maroon soldier insulted.
"Hey! You blew up my Oreos!" Grif yelled, shaking his first at me in anger.
"Then maybe you shouldn't leave them in the car, Numnut!" Sarge told the orange 'soldier'.
"I need something to drink," I rasped, slipping out of Michelle's grip and trudging off the roof and to the entrance of the base.
I started to finish my fifth cup of water when Michele walked in.
"This isn't the 'All about Matthew world,' so save some water for the rest of us," she said, seeming shy or embarrassed about something.
"Yeah sorry," I responded, placing my glass in the sink.
"And uh sorry for you know..." she apologized.
"Sorry for what? Attempting to save my life? I mean it's not like I didn't-" I started, before Church started yelling.
"No! Go away!" He was yelling, firing a few 'warning' shots.
"All I need is to talk to one of your soldiers!" Someone else spoke back.
"What the heck is going on out there?" Michele questioned me.
"I'll go see," I replied, walking past her and out the door.
"Church! What's going on out here?" I asked, walking out into the scorching heat that engulfed the canyon.
"You!" Sarge pointed at me completely ignoring Church,"How did you manage to catch that missile and live?"
"Do you want me to tell you and have to kill you? Or do you just want to walk away?" I 'joked'. Sarge looked at me unsure if I was kidding or not.
"I'll take my leave now," he responded, quickly turning around and running away.
"What was that about?" Michele asked, poking her head out of the door.
"Sarge was asking how your boyfriend here managed to catch that missile without dying," Church answered, irritation still in his voice. Michelle turned bright red in embarrassment.
"What?! He's NOT my boyfriend!" She yelled, walking closer to the now shrinking Church.
"I just thought, because of the way you two act towards each other..." Church squeaked, before being punched in the face, throwing him off the top of the base.
"We don't act that way. Do we?" Michele inquired, turning to face me, making me tense.
"I...uh...," I studdered, not wanting to say the wrong thing to her.
"Well do we?" She repeated, giving me a questioning look.
"No..." I lied to her and myself, "Well I'm going to go inside and get the rest of my stuff organized."
"Yeah...ok," she said, softening her glare that was focused at me. Turning around I walked into the base not saying another word. Tucker was quickly walking out of the hallway with a broad grin on his face.
"What did you do?" I interrogated, trying to sound fierce.
"Hmm? Oh nothing. Don't worry about it," he replied, quickly running past me. I walked inside 'my' room to find one of Michele's drawers open, and her underwear thrown out. Growling in anger that Tucker had the balls to search through Michele's things, I moved to clean the mess he had made up.
"Hey Tucker! Maybe next time you go through Michelle's drawers you should be a little more discreet!" I yelled, hoping that Michele was in the other room.
"He WHAT?!" She questioned, furiously.
"You ratted me out you son of a bi-" Tucker tried to insult before from what it sounded being punched. Hard. Someone stomped down the hallway and into my room. I was just finishing up cleaning Michele's things up.
"You...didn't have to clean it up." I turned around to see Michele standing in the doorway.
"I know." I said moving over to my unopened things. There were still a few unopened boxes left. Opening one of the medium sized ones I found a metal case that had a fingerprint scanner.
"Hey I'm sorry for being mean earlier," she apologized.
"It's ok." I said, trying my thumb on the scanner, and to my surprise it worked. Inside there were keycards, passports, files, addresses, codes, and several different types of currency I didn't recognize. Closing the case, I set it on my desk with all the other little wierd things I found while unpacking. I pulled a metal suitcase, that was bigger than the sniper I carried, onto my bed.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," I replied, fumbling with the lock on the case.
"What do you remember from your old life?"
"The only thing I remember was...darkness and a sharp pain," I told her, finally getting the lock open, and once I saw what was in the case, I gave a broad grin. There was another sniper and a battle rifle, however they were both spray painted black with electric blue flames on the front. "Hell yeah," I said to myself, looking over the two weapons. I resigned my other two weapons and equipped my newer ones. Posing with the new weapons I showed Michele, who only smiled and laughed.
"What do you remember?" I questioned, now opening up a binder full of sketches of various UNSC weapons and ammo, either plasma coated or were heavily modified. Flipping through towards the end of the sketches, there were a lot of different AI. Each page littered with various notes, names, and symbols. Now, as confused as ever about who I used to be, I closed it and put it on my desk.
"The same as you," she whispered, leaning into the doorway.
"We should be getting some rest soon," I suggested, glancing at the clock on my desk, and taking off my shirt.
"Yeah and by the way I like your tattoos," she complemented.
"I don't have any tattoos."
"Two on your back," She laughed, making way to her own bed.
"I do?" I wondered, looking at my back through a mirror that was in our bathroom. To my amazement there were two tattoos. One had the state of Tennessee and said Subject 13. The other just said Spartan 013.
"Oh my god!" I cursed. Michele was changing into a new tank top, and was already in new sweatpants. Before she could finish putting on her tank top, I saw something.
"Hey wait stop," I ordered.
She turned her head over her shoulder, nearly glaring at me in the process, "What?"
I walked behind her and pulled her shirt up a bit. "Hey! What are you doing!?" She shouted, turning her whole body around to grab my arm. This is the same girl that managed to easily knockout Tucker and launch Church off the base with one punch. She's probably not an easy opponent.
"You have a tattoo too," I exclaimed, barely fighting against her force, "It's the state of New Hampshire and it says 'Subject 0'."
"Really?" She let go of me, running her fingers against her lower back, right over the black ink, "Why do you have two and I only have one, then?"
"I don't even know why we have them in the first place." I yawned, "I need to sleep, though. Maybe we can pick this conversation back up in the morning?" I walked over to my bed, and crawled into it.
"Sounds like a plan," She stretched her arms above her head, letting out a soft squeak before returning them to her side.
"It's a deal then," I responded, yawning once more.
"Night, Matthew."
"G'night, Chele."
