This chapter is gonna be short. Sorry about that. Been busy. Also my dad… well… I guess it's cool to talk about. My mom told me about what he did before they divorced and he got remarried. Though the actual marriage is gonna be in May. My dad apparently cheated on my mom. A lot. In fact, my dad apparently gave at least two different women std's. I know this because those two women came to my mother and told her; and guess where he said he got them from? My mom. He blamed my mother for his std giving dick. My mother had to go through every test last week to prove that she didn't have one.

If I was given the choice? I would make him pay. I would make him pay for ever little ounce of pain he has given to my mother and inflict it upon him. Every tear she has shed because of him I would that much longer draw out his pain, only then. Only then. In his lowest moment. I would make him feel regret. To feel sorry. For once in his sorry little life I would make him feel sorry for my mother. And when he would refuse. Because he would never do that. I would end it. No one fucking does that to my mother. As soon as I can I am leaving him. I will never see him again and I will only send him the lists of things he must do in order to regain my trust. Because, I do not love him anymore.

I might not be going to heaven. I can't tell anyone with 100% certainty that I am. But I know for a fact, a goddamn fact. That he will go to hell. I'm a guy who thinks most good intended people will get into heaven. But I cannot say to anyone that my father is such a person. So yes. I want him to go to hell. Because no one, no one on this earth or solar system, galaxy, or universe is allowed to get away with hurting my mother the way he has and is.

A foot slammed down onto the back of a brute as they tried to crawl away before the fire from an assault rifle blew several holes through its skull. Master Chief took his foot off his back and kicked the body off the small cliff that they were standing on as they looked deeper into the valley of stone. He looked behind him and watched as blue team sat down as they had taken out all Covenant forces within the area. DoomSlayer continued to stand, his double barrel shotgun locked and loaded. The team looked all around at each other as the checked and reloaded their guns. They had to have killed over 200 covenant soldiers since they landed and it was very unlikely that their numbers were anywhere depleted.

"How many more of them do you think we have to kill before they give up?" Kelly asked while waving a pistol around. "You've got Four Spartans, and him, practically bitch slapping them."

"They don't surrender. The last time they did John had to kill their leaders and set off a halo. Even then the truce didn't last very long." Fredrick reminded her. "So unless we got one of those hiding in the infinity somewhere. I doubt that any of that is gonna happen."

"Hey Doomguy." Linda called over. "You got a Halo?"

He looked up at her and shook his head.

"I'm not talking about being holy. A halo is basically a weapon that can destroy solar systems if need be."

He paused, then continued to shake his head.

"No on both fronts then." Kelly answered.

"Is everyone loaded?" John asked. "We should keep moving. There should be a small outpost to the west of here. We take that out and the main force should be charging shortly."

The DoomSlayer rolled his shoulders and walked towards the outpost. He wished he could run but these Spartans didn't seem to like that all that much. Seeing that they only ran outside of combat. Even then they were still kind of slow to him. He thought people with such long legs would be able to move faster than that. After a minute or so of light jogging did the team begin to run at a speed that he was okay with. It only took about twenty minutes to reach the outpost and only about the same amount of time to clear it out.

This was getting too objective for him. They had a goal of course but didn't do their way. It was like they were going down a check list of what to do. Too robotic, too cinematic for his taste. These were the thoughts that went through his head as he sat on top of a corpse on the lookout tower of the outpost. With him it was just mark the target and kill it. Anything that got in your way; kill them too. These people need tactics and time though even though they had more fire power on that flying city of theirs than even he possessed.

"DoomSlayer." John said as he came up and stared at him as well. The DoomSlayer looked at him. "You finding this odd too?"

He nodded. John looked around.

"Linda sent out the signal. Locke's team is done on their side as well. We drew away a good portion of their forces." John looked over at the Slayer. "But it doesn't seem right. Too easy. All our scans told us exactly what was here. When does that ever happen?"

The Slayer looked at his head and shook it lightly. John returned the gesture with a nod.

"It doesn't. But it seems that that our forces are going to be passed the covenant forces in about twenty minutes." John told him. The DoomSlayer straightened up abruptly. John looked at him and his eyes went wide behind his visor. "It was." He turned on his comm. "Linda, tell them to pull back. Now. It is a trap. I repeat a trap."

"Alright John." Linda replied. A few moments later and she came back with a slight nervous tone to her voice. "It isn't sending. They must have just turned on a jammer. I don't understand John; they were practically mowing down the covenant."

DoomSlayer stood up abruptly and ran passed John and smashed through the window and landed on the ground thirty feet below and began to sprint off.

"Blue team. Doomslayer just headed off to assist the main force. We need to follow; Now." John ordered them as he began to jump down the stairs.

"What, why!?" Kelly demanded.

"Because he knows what the hell is about to happen."

In the covenant control center in the center of the valley stood an Elite cloaked in darkness as he stared through his own eyes at the battle field as it was littered with hundreds of corpses of his brethren. Of his soilders. And he smiled a wicked smile as the ground began to break apart around several places on the battlefield. From it came out a blood red fog and formed tumor like things as the collected together above ground. From them oozed damned and accursed power, seeping into the bodies of the fallen. They slowly began to rise as their flesh and bones twisted, broke, and reshaped into horrid reflections of what they once were. The elite smiled and in his new voice said.

"Let's see how they deal with this."