Chapter 10

0900 Hours, Halo Remains and Cairo Station, Feb. 18, 2552

"May I ask of your name?" The Arbiter asked the Silver Elite. "Originally, my name is 'Unamee, but you may call me Hectic." Hectic Answered. "Be advised, Arbiter, that your armor is not as… Advanced as ours is, your camouflage will not last as long. Activating mine now, you may wish to do the same." The Arbiter heard over the COM. We activated our Camouflage and we didn't know a huge surprise waited for us.

No one will have Point of View anymore.

The Master Chief woke up dazed; it had been 4 hours since he had been knocked out. He caught a quick glimpse of the room he was in. It was greenish. Then, he had been rudely knocked out again. He couldn't see anything but could hear everything. "This is the armored one, Yes… Let the transformation begin." A Sanghelli announced. I no longer felt the urge to kill. I was normal now. Pain jabbed me like a pistol in point-blank range. Now, Spartan-117 was no longer the Heroic Spartan you used to know….. He is much worse. He had been transformed into one of the Covenant. Or, was still to become one. They injected a brain washer into his head. He forgot everything he knew. John's attitude changed. He has been transformed into the Demon himself; his new hunger for human flesh and blood, awakened.