Halo : War of Alligence
Disclaimer: I don't own Halo or the characters from the game. Just the characters you haven't heard of before in this story.
Author's note: Sorry this took so long to come out. But my computer crashed. Anyway, this chapter has a brutaly graphic interrogation scene, abuse and graphic language. If you have a weak stomache, SKIP THIS ONE! If not, sit back, relax and enjoy the (very gory) show.
Chapter 2- An Interrogation, Master Cheif Style
Planet Halo
Current Time 12:54 a.m., Eastern Standard Time
Location (Former) Covenant Outpost 4173
Garrison 8 Jackels, 1 Grunt (in captivity), 1 Human Marine
Current Objectives Contact Human Army and wait for their arrival, interrogate prisoner.
John Berring stepped into the square as the gate opened, allowing the 8 jackels to enter. "Hey Kalla." "Greetings, John Berring. It's good to see you again." "Yeah, I know. It's good to see you again, too." "How did your entrance go?" "Really good. Resistance was very low." "Lave any alive?" "This one here." Berring said as he pushed Chearner to the ground with his foot. Chearner landed on his stomache and let out an "Ouff". "I see you captured our grunt mechanic." "Does he have a name?" "Yes, I do." Chearner said as he climbed to his feet. "My name is Chearner Ougrid the III, and all of you are going to hell, you traitorous bastards!" "SHUT UP!" Berring yelled as he punched Chearner in the face, busting his lip." The grunt landed on his back and groaned. Berring turned to Kalla. "You guys wanna watch, or do ya have other things to do?" "We have to make your attack look convincing. So we're gonna send a fake distress signal to the convoy, tell 'em we were under attack." "Ok." Kalla and the other Jackels started walking away. "And Berring," Kalla turned to the marine. "Try not to kill him. We don't need another prisoner dying from internal wounds before we question him." "No, we do not." Berring said as he cracked his knuckles and gave Chearner a fake smile. "Looks like it's just you and me, buddy." "I'm not your buddy, you prick!" Berring frowned and kicked Chearner in the ribs. "It's not nice to curse at someone who wants to be your friend." "You'll have to beat me senseless and brainwash me before I become your friend." "Well, you're right about one thing." Berring said as he looked at the lone survivor of his massacre a few minutes ago. With that, Berring bent over and punched Chearner hard in the face, busting his lower lip and spilling some of his cyan blood. Picking him up by the neck, Berring threw the hardest punch he'd ever throw, right in Chearner's stomache.Chearner gave a pain-filled yelp as he felt the human's fist sink into his gut. Berring let go of Chearner's neck and let him drop to the ground. Chearner gasped for air as he held his hands to his throat. "What's the matter? Can't catch your breath?" "Bite me, you human pig!" Berring sneered at the grunt and punched him in the face, bruising his cheekbone. Chearner fell on his back and saw Berring raise his boot in the air. Seeing the grunt's eyes go wide, Bering slammed his foot down on Chearner's ribcage, breaking several ribs. Chearner screamed in severe pain as he felt the bones in his body crack apart. Berring raised his foot off of Chearner and crouched next to him. "Be honest, how much pain are ya in?" Chearner just looked at the sky and groaned in agony. "Well, I hate to bust your bubble, but that's not the worst of it." Chearner looked at the human that just beat him. "It's not?" "Nope. When my friend gets here, I'm gonna soften you up for him. And I know you'll won't lie to him if you want to live." Berring said as he drew his pistol. "Wh..who is he? Who's your friend?" "Just a guy named Master Cheif." Berring told him before smacking the butt of his gun on Chearner's head.
13 hours later...
Berring, Kalla and the seven other jackles watched the human dropship land in the square of the outpost. When it was on the ground, a tall, middle-aged man stepped off. A small dust cloud formed around his feet as they came in contact with the ground. "General Sanders, sir!" Berring saluted. "As you were, soldier. Where are these jackles you told me about?" "Greetings, general. My name is Kalla and these are seven of my fellow jackles that have joined you in your fight against the Covanent." "Eight out of how many?" "Our entire species, sir." "Good. Berring." "Sir?" "Where's this grunt you captured?" "He's in containment now,sir." "Good. Soften him up. I have a friend who wants to talk to him." Sanders said, turning to the dropship as a man with bright green armor climbed off.
Chearner struggled with his wrist restraints. He was in deep shit now. Not only was he betrayed by the jackles of the outpost, some he trusted with his life, but a human slaughtered everyone else there. And to make matters worse, the Demon was there too, just waiting to talk to him. But the one thing that bothered him the most that human said he was going to "soften him up", whatever the hell that meant. His ribs still hurt like hell and he was starting to worry about his lip. It hadn't stopped bleeding since it was torn open. 'I'll be fucked if a fucking vain was busted.' Giving a frustrated growl, Chearner let his head hit the wall. "Damn cuffs! Why the hell do I get this shit?" The door unlocked and slid open. That human, Berring, was behind it. "Here to soften you up, buck-oh." "Ah,shit!" Chearner said as the door closed and locked itself. "Again with the language. I told you, mother-fucker, watch your fucking language!" Berring yelled as he slammed his steel toe boot into Chearner's leg. Chearner yelled as some blood dribbled out of the small gash in his leg. "You fucking cocksucker! You fucking piece of dick-licking shit!" SHUT THE FUCK UP, DICKSHIT!" Berring yelled as he swung a punch at Chearner's face. Chearner's head banged against the wall and shot back at Berring's face, bruising his forehead. Berring felt the lump on is forehead and did the most sadistic thing he'd ever do. He grabbed Chearner by the throat, lifted him in the air and sank his fingers into Chearner's skull. With an evil smile, he started pulling Chearner's right eye out of its socket. Seeing the vains and nerve endings slowly rip away from the eye, Berring smirked. Chearner screamed and screamed as he slowly lost sight in his eye. The pain was unimaginable. Slowly and painfully, that eye was tearing away from his head. Blood and dead nerves oozed down Chearner's face."That'll make quite a souviner." Berring said as he dropped Chearner. The grunt fell to the floor with a dull thud and bounced off about an inch. The door opened and another human walked in. "Cheif wants to talk to him now." "Ok." Berring turned to Chearner as he walked out. "I'll see you later, Chearner." As Berring walked out, Chearner's eyes went wide when he heard a familar sound. The sound of metallic footsteps. Heading in his direction.
So, how was it? Graphic enough? Not graphic enough? Let me know. And I'm open to suggestions for the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And rememberIf you can't beat em, rip their eye out!
