Chapter 3
0900 Hours, Halo, Feb. 16, 2552
"Isolate that signal, Chief. You mind telling me what you're doing?" "Sir, I have spotted some Flood where blue-team is so I'm heading there." When I was near the signal point, I heard a familiar noise, it was Will! "Gargh! I…..can't….hold it any…longer," Will managed to sputter. These freakin' Floods won't leave me and MY Spartans alone! Let itself burn in heck! I cursed. "Master Chief! Run away! The Flood-" The COM channel was cut dead as I Fell to he ground like the pin I had dropped at the age of 16. A little too slow. I saw nothing but white, then I got my vision back. My eye sockets were closing in on me. I am becoming one of THEM! I thought. Slowly, I heard the Spartans voices, all surrounding me. I felt the urge to kill them all. Not because of hatred or frustration, but because my thirst for human blood and flesh. Their Human blood and flesh. "Move, Move, Move! Get Spartan-117 to the medics Right now!" I heard Nick bark. I could see nothing, but I could sense Everything. I felt around for my arms, They were still there, or the armor was still there. I got up and clenched Master Commander by the neck and brought him into the pharmacy. "What the heck is happening to me?" I asked. "Oh no! You're not fighting me again! It's time to settle the scores!" Nick yelled at me and he got his left hand, and grasped for my neck. His right hand is still patched up! I thought. I brought out my combat knife and slashed furiously at Nicks right hand. I stuck it and he just laughed. Laughed, at me.
