Fear thy self for you are the enemy.

Yes I said Thy.

Back to one of my three pet projects and this time I hope to poster child the series with this chapter. Disclaimer, I don't plan to own Halo or anything Halo related. I don't even own it now.

Chapter five, firefight.

Don took the handgun next to him and walked into the dimly lit room. The dead grunt was slowly starting to rout in the heated ship making Don feel queasy. He walked through the door to find three Elites in the room all holding needlers. The room was a moon lit hallway that lead to an armory that could prove useful. Don moved his back to the wall and took aim at the Elite with red armor. He centered his gun at the alien's head and with a fatal pull the trigger pierced its skull killing it. The blue blood of the alien alerted the others and they stormed the door Don was hiding behind. He lifted them with his mind and threw them to ladder breaking their limbs and making them bleed. He picked up their needlers and took off. The next room was an armory that was filled with alien weapons. He dropped the pistol and picked up a fuel rod gun. He kept his two needlers for short-range firefights when he got another vision. He was looking outside of his body and was able to see through walls.

"Do you like it, it was my idea to give this one." The voice in his head went on. "This is good for going into rooms full of enemies." He then made Don see through the walls into the next room. There was a grunt, a few jackals and one honor Elite guard.

"Thanks now if you don't mind I…" Don lost site of inside of the room and his head started to ache.

"See, your power isn't endless so you have to either have an extra vile of energy or you can just take it from their heads." The leader took to much interest in the art of creative killing.

"Take it, how." Don was worried by the tone of the man that he missing something.

"It's simple really, I will take over the Elites' mind and walk it out here. When he is looking at the wall in confusion put your hand out and imagine his energy going into your hand." He instructed.

"Right, that sounds easy enough, like I ever thought about draining people's heads." The guard walked out and then the power of the Raider's leader went away.

"What?" It yelled but Don held out his hand and a blue link connected his hand to the head of the Elite. After a few seconds its head popped and blue blood splattered all over the place and Donald felt all of his energy back. The small grunt walked over to Don and was about to scream but Don slammed it into the wall and filled it with a round of the twin needlers. There was three jackals left and they were all taking random shots at Don through the comfort of cover behind the door. He saw one out of the corner of his eye. He lifted up the jackal with his head and took control of his hand and made him shot himself in the head with the plasma pistol. Its purple blood flew all over the wall and Don used the arm of the Jackal and took out the shields. He came of the corner and took out his fuel rode cannon. He fired a large ball of heated plasma that cut through the jackals. The two flew the air without legs and landed on the other side of the room. The next room was the link to the docking yard where he would be able to meet up with the leader. In the next room was a Hunter. How would he get by with only twin needlers? The fuel rod cannon ran out in the last room.

"Very good! Now for the last thing you need to know is psi cannon. Focus all your energy into your hand and lit it all go." The Raider's leader went on. Donald did as he was told and walked into the next room. The Hunter walked and analyzed the room as a ghostly blue ball formed into Don's hand. He opened his palm and the whole room was covered by the blue energy and destroyed everything in it. The lights inside were faulty and about to blow a fuse. The only thing left of the Hunter was its orange blood and little chunks of the armor it wore around its left arm. On the wall was a little gear that looked like it belonged in a clock. He took it and then the building began to shake.

"Good job, you managed to take the gear. I think I will just teleport you to the ship." The leader then casted a bright blue circle around Donald and he made it in the ship in a matter of seconds. The ship looked like the Pelican and a covenant drop ship mixed into one. Th halls lit with bright alien lights but the inside holding area looked exactly like something humans would make. The ship took out of the cargo area of the Covenant ship and into slip-space.

"Sir," Marinade's son Brad walked over to the Master Chief.

"What is it son?" The chief reloaded his handgun for the last time in the war.

"Well, they have to of the gears." Brad said with the up most respect.

"I see, agent Don has become a rebel and he most be exterminated." The Chief walked over to the intercom with Weapons specialist Mrs. Alice. "Do we have the last one of the BIOS projects ready?" The MC addressed her.

"Yes sir, I am ready to open a can of whoop ass on these punks." She was anxious to see the BIOS at work and not let see them be destroyed. "I don't see why we don't just bomb the ships and save some serious cash." She complained.

"This is the safest way and plus the BIOS project coast about the same as an atom bomb so we aren't gaining anything with the bombs." MC walked to the glass window and began to cry as the ships went towards Earth.

End of Chapter five.

Please R&R please! And yes, Don is always a little behind the current time of MC, the BIOS and the no name Elite.