Second Life
a/nI haven't really looked at other fanfics to do with Halo but I will do after I've published this. However I am aware that this story isn't your typical 'Master chief goes on holiday' fic. I wanted to look at the characters behind the people who play Halo, in other words, you and me. I hope you enjoy this alternative look of Halo fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo in anyway but I do aid in Bungie's efforts in world domination
He retreated behind a wall as his mechanical hands reloaded the next round of shells. As soon as the last shell clicked in to the barrel he moved away from his refuge behind the wall to neutralise enemy soldiers that pulsated as red dots on his radar. A pull of the trigger, a shell in the head, four more to go. He continued down the corridor as he spotted his next target who was fortunately unaware of his presence.
All around he could hear voices but Lonewolfwas not interested in them, he focused on the adrenaline that pumped through his veins and through the barrel of the shotgun as if it was extension of himself. Effortless, another soldier fell to the ground - three more to go. Lonewolfwas a lone warrior and this had its many advantages. This was obvious as he peered down through his visor at a room of soldiers battling it out between themselves. Without much thought he swung his arm, and then again, as two grenades were launched in to the room. A satisfying last kill as the room exploded in to a cloud of smoke and three bodies were rebounded off walls and flung out of doorways. An omniscient voice rewarded him with the medal of triple kill and the game ended.
Matt blinked at the television screen as the world of Halo 2 fell away from him and his shotgun fell from his hands. The results screen appeared abruptly and he could finally hear the voices of the other players. Some were congratulating others with foreign accents whilst others sat silent like him. Leaving the results screen Matt removed his headset and smiled to himself. Another first place. He didn't care about rankings but it good to be the best at least one thing, even if it was just for one match at one particular space in time. It didn't matter, he had earned it.
Matt crawled towards the router that rested on the carpet. His senses diverted to the TV again however, when the familiar chime of a friend request projected out of the speakers. Matt sighed as he pushed in the on/ off button on the router. The connection cut out and the TV screen emitted the friendly blue glow of the Halo 2 title screen.
'Matt!'
He didn't answer. He dreaded it every morning when his mother would summon him downstairs and tell him that-
'You're going to be late for school Matt! Get down here now!' The voice yelled out more desperately, disrupting his thoughts.
Scrambling across his bedroom floor, he pulled out wires and pressed in buttons as all the whirring and rushing of air ceased and all went silent. Matt didn't like it when it went quiet. He wanted to hear that his other reality was still alive and always there for him. Picking himself up from the floor, he looked himself once over in the mirror and ordered his body to move but he stopped short. His eyes had become fixed on the person that was gazing him back in the mirror. His light brown to blonde short hair stood scruffy on his head. The icy blue eyes traced the lines of his saddened lips and -. He stopped and turned away down the stairs. Picking up his bag he headed out the house and shut the door.
'Have a nice day Matt at –' his mum stopped abruptly. He's already gone she thought as she watched the door slam shut.
The bus rocked slightly as he stepped on and took his seat, alone as usual. Matt preferred it that way. It meant you didn't have to have pointless and uncomfortable conversations with strangers. Five minutes later the bus pulled up outside the school gates and Matt got off along with other school kids.
Walking up the school drive Matt started grumbling to himself. His jeans were dragging on the floor again and it was getting difficult to avoid stepping on the safety pins that were meant to be keeping them up. However, even this private time was interrupted by hands that were suddenly wrapping themselves around his arm. His arm tensed under his white t-shirt and the sudden anxiety.
'Hey Matt! Why did you go on the bus again?' whinged an overly feminine voice.
It was Emily. Matt didn't resist her attempts to swing on his arm, it would be futile. Matt just shrugged.
'I thought I agreed that we were going to walk to school together from now on. You know? So we could spend more time together,' she continued, her eyes pleading with Matt. But Matt's attention was else where. Just then, a beauty so captivating that no one had a choice but to fall victim to it had crossed his path but not his gaze. He watched the majestic beauty until she disappeared from view into the school. Helena was so beautiful and she had a personality to match it. Her long brown hair and grassy green eyes that glittered defiantly even in the weakest of lights. Her figure was petite and he craved to hold it against his chest.
But dreams only come true in stories and they would do in this case. However, there were three confounding factors that prevented his fairytale story from coming true. Firstly, it would be highly unlikely that a popular girl like Helena would ever regard Matt, the quiet boy in the class, as a potential boyfriend. Secondly, a major problem, she has a boyfriend. 'Pretty boy' Sam Daniels had already claimed her as his prize of being Chistleton's Secondary School most popular student, often referred to as 'big jerk' according to Matt. And even if Matt could stumble over these hurdles, there was a last problem that not even fairies and genies could solve. Helena hated Matt. As soon as she had gone out with Sam Daniels, she had been cold towards Matt and often she made this clear to him by confronting him. He didn't hate her in the slightest even despite her name calling and in effect virtual bullying. She was an angel to others and he didn't even know what he had done to upset her.
'Are you listening Matt?' Emily questioned in his ear, 'Matt!' His glassy stare shattered as he snapped back to bitter reality. 'You haven't said a word since you got here. But I suppose you never say anything anyway. Well, that doesn't matter. Let's go into school, I've got some….'
Matt switched off again. Emily could hold a conversation on her own quite well enough without him, he thought. There's no denying that she was a pretty girl, her always tamed blonde hair and her smiling blue eyes. For some reason she always hung around with him. He hardly said a word to her but if she was ok with it and could tolerate it, then Matt could see no problem with putting up with company and boundless energy.
'How'd you're game of Halo go this morning?' she asked as she tugged him down the corridor.
'It was good. I won most of my matches this morning,' he replied with a hint of enthusiasm.
'I knew you would talk to me if I said something about Halo,' she said with a sly grin. 'To be honest I don't know why you play that game but if it makes you happy, then I'm happy.
Matt smiled to himself out of embarrassment. She was right, it's sad that a game was one of the few things that made him happy. Matt looked up sharply as he heard Emily try to soften growls and sigh several times.
'What's wrong?' he asked concerned.
'I hate it how all the girls look at you Matt. They're like vultures, the second I'm away from you-'
'What do you care? It's not like we're going out or anything,' he interrupted. 'And anyway, they're not looking at me because they fancy me. They're just bitching about what a retard I am.'
'Matt, I don't understand you sometimes. Do you take notice of anything going on around you?'
Matt just smiled; it was an easy way to escape answering the question directly. Emily laughed at Matt's shyness and they continued walking to lessons.
Lonewolf loaded up the next clip in to his Battlerifle and walked out in to the open sands of Burial Mounds. Lonewolf's life belonged on this baron landscape. No one would cross his path and if they did, it would be a brief encounter. He winced as the sun shone in his eyes but this would do little to prevent him from slaying his foes. He was alone, but not afraid.
a/nthank you for making to the end of the first chapter. I'd really like to hear what you thought this style of Halo fanfic writing. I'm not even sure I like it. Thank you again,
KujaWolf
(Btw if anyone plays halo and would like a game with me, my gamertag is KujaWolf. I play a lot of custom games and extra players are always welcome.)
