It's been far to long. I'm sorry I've neglected everything for such a long time.. also you all need to watch the sock baby vids…..seriously……I mean it……. www. Sock baby .com go there. The dream sequences are based off them.

I'm also looking to write a Half-Life2 fic, the first chapter should be out soon.

He had to run, he had to get away, otherwise They would get him.
He was wearing his pajamas, running through a green field.
He had to score a goal.
He looked up from the white and black-checkered soccer ball to the 10-foot guard in front of the goal the size of a Kleenex box.
The guard was wearing a black business suit, his face was mime-white except for his lips and the area around his eyes, which was pitch-black, a black fedora and a half-ton club half the size of the white-faced man, completed the look.

The white-faced man raised his club and started swinging it over his head.
"EEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The pitch and tone of the Giant's cry gave the impression that the one emitting it wasn't human….or at least had an extra vocal cord or two.
But the runner figured that wasn't an option, seeing as the towering figure had no neck, the head and barrel-chest seemed joined of their own accord.

Seeing the mammoth guard in front of him, he glanced back, it was a mistake.
The rolling, tumbling, churning tidal-wave-like mass of Numbers and every math symbol ever invented, moved to form a 20 foot beast with four spindly legs supporting an oval-shaped head, the mouth opened to reveal a frog-like tongue, except made out of numerical symbols.

"It will eat me if I don't make a goal in 5 seconds!" He wasn't sure how he knew, but he knew.
For some reason he felt…cut-off… from the rest of his mind, like he was trying to see through a monitor, or a T.V. instead of his own eyes, everything was hazy and he felt like his brain was made of lint.

He struggled to focus, he lined up his shot, pulled back his leg, and kicked the sphere as hard as he could.

The black and white man, who had never stopped his strange screaming, renewed it with a passion, emitting ear-splitting sounds as he swung his club and hit the soccer ball, base-ball style.
The running figure stopped in his tracks, mouth agape, watching the ball attain orbit with a trail of fire marking its trajectory.

To late, the pajama-clad figure remembered it's other fate.
He turned just in time to see the Math-Monster's canines, made out of 9's, engulf him.
munch.
munch.
munch.
He could here the monster eating him!
munch.
munch.
munch.
That's not fair, hearing yourself being eaten was just not right.
munch.
munch.
munch.
It occurred to him that he was hearing "Munch" not the sound 'munch'.
Munch.
Munch.
Munch.
He realized that he'd known this feeling before, like an entire chunk of his mind was missing, but that was only when he was…

…………dreaming!
 "Huh?' Munch asked, snapping awake.

I said that you were dreaming!

Fuzz resolved itself and Munch saw Tidus bending toward him, looking as tho he was trying to see into the young Spartan's helmet, a look of concern in his face, Blitzball tucked under his right arm.

"What happened?" He asked, sitting up.

Pelican wrecked, you and the wall got on real close terms, you we're only out for about 5seconds.

"Seemed like much longer…" Munch trailed off.
Twisted scraps of iridescent green metal was strewn everywhere, fire and smoke billowed from the wreckage, Marines pulled themselves from the mutilated piles of Titanium-A armor and the strewn concrete, all that was left from what had been a building of some sort.
A blob of the green wreckage stood up and walked over to Munch, offering an appendage of some sort.

"You all right?" The gravely voice of the Master chief asked.
Munch shook his head to clear the cobwebs.
"Fine.' He said quickly. "Where's Lynx?"
Munch looked over to where a gray figure was stirring.
"I can't believe you made me watch all those 'Sock Baby' episodes. Gah! That was weird!"

The Stainless-steel counter which normally came up to her waist now nearly reached her chest, and she couldn't even dream of seeing over the register itself, the only reason she could see the customer was because he was 7feet tall and looming over her.
She noted she was back in her McDonalds red crew shirt, instead of the beige one that signified that she was crew-trainer.

The customer was shouting out his order rapid-fire and for some reason she couldn't find the find the right buttons on the register's touch-screen, someone had moved everything on her, the customer noticed that she wasn't keeping up and started yelling his order angrily and even faster.
He had his food now, but the things he got wasn't the things he'd wanted, he'd ordered the number'1 value meal, but he really wanted the number'9 fillet-of-fish meal, or was the fillet-of-fish, 'Flish' for short, still a number'9? Hadn't they changed it on her once when she was out sick for a week? Nothing made sense.
The customer was swearing at her now, ahh, finally something she was familiar with, now she knew what to do, as soon as a customer started swearing they we're immediately handed off to a manager, among all the stupid rules and mindlessly pointless regulations, McDonalds always stood up for there employees.

She turned to find a manager, she didn't see her sister, her best friend, or one of the many others she had worked with for years, most of who looked at her as a little sister, despite the fact that she was older than most of the non-adult managers, Instead she saw a thin man is a black suite, with mime-white face, black surrounding his eyes and on his lips.

The figure looked at her.
"Sham bam bamana! My name is Davis. I've come to kill sock baby!"
He pointed dramatically to the sock now held in her left arm.
The girl looked down and she was suddenly wearing a brown suite, and large golden sunglasses.
She looked around and suddenly all the customers, all the employees, everyone, was a Davis look-alike. The 7foor customer in front of her was now a 10-foot behemoth wielding a club the size of herself.

In one sudden move, she jumped the counter and sprinted out the door, strange wraith-like screams coming from behind her.
She burst open the door and ran as fast as she could down the main street.
Hearing more of the same screeches, she looked behind her only to see the streets behind her filling with more of the creatures as everyone in the buildings and businesses behind her turned into more of the beings and gave chase.
Davis and the giant were in the lead.
"Sham, Bam, Bamina!" Davis yelled as She looked back.
She was watching the growing crowd behind her and not where she was running, something caught her toe and she slammed to the ground.
She looked at what had tripped her, it was a small pill with the word "Plasma" written on it.
"Hello!" She told it, but before she had a chance to pop it into her mouth, the horde was on her.

"GAH!" Lynx yelled bolting upright.

"GAH!" Munch yelled jumping back, he had been approaching her to help her up and her sudden fit of consciousness scared the crap out of him.
"Don't Do That!" He yelled at her, stretching his arm out once again to help her up.

"What?" She asked. "Get a concussion, or regain consciousness?"

" No! Scare the snot out of me."
"Awww.. but that;'s soo funn…."

"Shake it off Marines!" The voice of Sgt. Johnson cut through any further comments. "Clear the crash-site, Go! Go! Go!"

"That! Was an odd dream, all because Munch forced me to watch the entire series like three times last night!"
Lynx did a quick systems check, her armor and shielding checked out fine, started to check to see that her weaponry was still serviceable and realized she was holding something, she glanced at her hand, pausing momentarily, then she cracked a smile after realizing what it was. Tossing the object behind her, she caught up with the other two Spartans.

Sgt. Johnson watched her re-join the others, then he knelt down and picked up discarded item, like the previous holder, he paused, then a smile formed as he recognized the object as a docking hook, made to secure the warthogs and battle Tanks to the Pelicans for transport, it had handgrip-shaped dents in the Titanium-A grade metal, it had broken off the Pelican before the holders grip had.

"Time after time I've seen the Master Chief do the impossible on Halo, 'Truth and reconciliation/Gettysburg' the 'Unyielding Hierophant', and then on what was left of Reach. But the Spartans never cease to amaze me."

The trio approached the only exit to the small courtyard that wasn't presently on fire or buried under (also burning) rubble.
The Master Chief, turning the corner first, quickly put three rounds into the head of a grunt who'd been charged with the task of discovering the cause of the large explosion.

"Munch, I need you up top." He said gesturing to the covered hallway leading toward the open space the now-dead Grunt had come from.
"Get me a view of what we're walking into, than pick off what you can."

Munch nodded and strapped his sniper-rifle to his back while Lynx stood with her back to the ledge, cupping her hands.
Getting himself a run-up, munch ran forward, put a foot into Lynx's hands and jumped up while Lynx boosted him. A gently-arching front flip, landed him on his feet bending deeply at the knees to absorb the momentum so the rifles strapped to his back wouldn't jostle and clank. Munch quickly drew his sniper rifle, scanning the area in front of him.
Directly to his left, there was a niche, where the rooftops of a few taller buildings weren't quite flush, something shone from the harsh shadows.
There was a sniper rifle with full ammo lying there guarded by an ivory-White skull.
Munch quickly pocketed the extra ammo, and ran toward the courtyard.

In the rectangle-shaped courtyard, a three-story building lay in the upper left hand corner of it. There was an alleyway at the top right-hand corner, which fingered out into more side streets. The large building was Covenant controlled, to take the square, they'd have to take the building first.

"Munch, what's our view?" The master Chief asked.
Silently Munch sent what he was seeing to The Chief's HUD, There was a moment's silence.
"Ok, Munch stay up there, give us what cover you can, the rest of us will take the structure."
In the master Chief's helmet, Munch's acknowledgment light winked green.
The Master Chief turned to the rest of the group.
"We need to take that building." Srg. Johnson nodded.
"Let's move marines."

As the squad swarmed into the courtyard, decimating the off-guard Covenant, Munch used his vertical advantage to get around the energy shields of a group of jackals that were trying to flank the marines.
"There's one, two, three, can't get an angle on the last one…who's idea was it to put a potted plant there?" Munch's finger hovered above the trigger; he could only see the tip of the jackal's energy shield, as he watched a marine was advancing as the group fire whittled away at the shields of an Elite, and hadn't noticed the jackal lying in wait for him.

Step-by-step, inch-by-inch, they were advancing toward the 3-story building, the structure they had to take to gain control of the square. He kept a steady stream of fire pounding away at the Elite's shields, just a bit more befo-BLAMMNN
The marine was sprayed with something blue seemingly at the same time as the resounding gunshot, he looked to his right in time to see a jackal with it's shield up, plasma pistol aimed at his head, not even 5 feet away. The marine was frozen to the spot, slowly, the jackal fell to it's knees, then forward, exposing the gory remains of the back of it's head.
The soldier next to the olive-green and neon blue marine looked at the would-be killer and leaned over.
"Holy crap!" He said to the un-moving marine.
"No kidding I think I messed my self!"
The green and blue marine looked past the fresh corpse to the Spartan hanging off the side of the building holding a sniper scope to his eye.
"Holy-, glad he's on our side."

Munch breathed a sigh of relief and continued to search for targets from his vantages-point, a self-made handhold in the roof of the concrete building, and a couple of toeholds he'd kicked into the building's surface. He looked up from the scope in time to see an Elite come flying through the doorway to the upper-level balcony in a cloud of phosphorescent blood. The Master Chief emerged followed closely by Lynx, Sergeant Johnson and the rest of the marines. The Master Chief glanced up at Munch and his 'com crackled to life.
"Ya got anything?"
"No sir, I can't see anything from here."
"Then secure a position from the top of this tower and keep the streets clear."
"Got'ca."

Lynx quickly took up position on the turret stationed on the second story balcony; while the Master Chief defended her exposed left side. She quickly picked off the last of the invading army that was scattered around the courtyard.

Munch proceeded to the roof where Sgt. Johnson had already taken a position. Munch situated himself at a point that would best cover the areas Johnson's positioned missed; careful to avoid walking on the glass portions of roof.
Johnson looked up from his scope long enough to glance at Munch.
" If they didn't know we were here before, they do now." He said before going back to scanning the area for hostiles.

There, I've updated. The ensuing updates be by no means be rapid-fire, but I hope never to leave the story idle for so long again.

Go Read my Sis's Fic, it's Inuyasha but it's Action/Advebnture...this is My sister we're talking about here.

Also go read, 'Hello Halo' there have been some changes to it, important ones.