Alright friends, here is the next chapter! Left you with a bit of a cliff hanger the last time huh? Well anyways, I do not own anything related to Halo and you know the whole deal. Don't sue me. Thank you. Please read and review. Love hearing from you guys.

The split-face jerked her head back roughly.

His dark eyes glittered in awe, and his mandibles clacked with what she could only guess as excitement "My house will sing of my triumph for generations."

Blah. Blah. Blah. Her head was pounding and his talk grated on her nerves. Sangheili talk way too much. Still rambling on about honor and glory, he lifted the sword above his head.

She never expected her imminent death to look so pretty, it shimmered in the fading light. Could be the last thing I ever see... Carefully, she slid out her last syringe.

Or not. Just as split-face was about to lop her head off, she thrust the syringe into his vulnerable left knee joint and smashed the plunger down.

The Sangheili jumped back in surprise. He took out the syringe with a swipe of his large hand. She began to chuckle but grit her teeth from the pain in her side.

"A pitiful last attempt, Demon. I was hoping for a better scar to remember you by." He raised his sword to finish her.

Suddenly, his leg buckled under him and he went down roaring in pain.

She couldn't help smiling when he looked down in horror as the flesh on his leg began to deteriorate. The pain must have been something awful from the way he was shouting…either that or he was a pussy. Her cocktail worked its way into his system and soon the Sangheili slipped into unconsciousness with a final whimper.

With a grunt, she got to her feet.

The adrenaline that her body had released was wearing off now that the danger was gone. Her vision began to go dark again. I can't faint now though, not here. Surely there would be a patrol coming to check on this area soon. And who knows when the guards she spared might wake up and take advantage of her weakened state.

Strangely, her canvas bag lay only a few feet away. From the direction the big guy came from. Guess I should thank him for saving me a trip. Missy rummaged through it and took out a duct-tape covered Barbasol shaving cream canister.

Inside held her special brand of augmented biofoam. Guess I have no choice. The biofoam had been a last minute throw together, ah-what-the-hell kind of deal. Being made just a few days ago…she had had no time to test it. I'm either gonna die with it or without it.

Spraying it up into the morbid gash, she could do no more than pray it wouldn't explode her lungs.

The pain from the spray was worse than she expected as the special chemicals began to bind up the split blood vessels…well, that's what it's supposed to do anyway. But she didn't feel a thud from her chest cavity, so at least thatwon't kill her.

Pain seeped away into blissful numbness, making her sigh with relief. Her vision cleared and she inspected her downed enemy.

His left leg was deteriorating as her little bacterium began to rapidly eat away his flesh. It appeared the hungry little monsters were to the bone already. At least he won't feel it now though.

She watched as his chest slowly rose and fell, rather abnormal for that amount of dosage. Normally he would be dead by now. But he was alive and still breathing…

On a complete whim, she poured a vial of vivid blue liquid over his mangled leg. I really hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass.

...

Nurse practically shat himself when Missy stumbled into the surgery room as she half carried, half drug, in the huge elite.

Nurse was staring blankly at the white and black checkered tile floor where her red blood was dripping to mix with her patients indigo. The Spartan laughed wearily at his expression, causing chunks of her biofoam to fall to the ground in wet smacks.

She slapped her prize on to the table. "Hey Nursey! I'ma gonna need you to use a tourniquet for my buddy's leg here," Her tongue felt slippery in her mouth "And while you're at it grab one o' them oxygen tanks from the back…" Missy felt light-headed and she knew she was delirious, but everything just seemed so funny! "You know what I always wanted to say?"

Nurse glanced at her warily as he grabbed a nearby cloth and tightened it above the elite's wound.

"Well…I'll say it anyway. Is there a doctor in the house?" Her laughter quickly morphed into a painful coughing fit. Blood spattered the inside of her vomit encrusted visor.

Theatrically, she hit the side of her helmet "Oh that's right! I am the doctor!" The Spartan collapsed to the floor with a final chuckle.

Bright.

The word seemed to lack luster in comparison to the light shining down the dark corridor.

…is that… paradise? Perhaps the prophets were right? Whether it was a gateway to a new life, or imminent doom, he still felt drawn to the its brilliance.

As he swung his foot forward he fell to the floor. He felt so heavy. Why was he so heavy?

He did not look at his body though. Somehow, he knew he should not look back. His eyes only saw the light in all its glory.

He felt his thousand pound arms begin to drag him towards it.

Somewhere far off he heard a slow melody like the chimes from a church. The sound was pleasing and it made him move faster.

Something wasn't right though.

The music was getting faster, and faster. The floor was turning into a black mud, slipping in between his fingers and sucking him down.

Panic filled his being as he noticed that the light was dimming.

Faster, faster, faster.

He sloshed his heavy arms through the darkness; his leg no more than an anchor that kept pulling him downward. The light was getting closer, just barely out of reach.

Desperation coursed through his body and he felt a fear he had never felt before. He feared the darkness, it pulled and sucked trying to drown him in its vastness.

The chimes had morphed into a horrendous chorus of beeps and they screamed at him greedily to stay away from their magnificent light. But he wanted, no needed it.

He reached out and touched it…

Yay! Missy lives...with a few horrific injuries! Once a again I really appreciate you guys reading and reviewing my work. I like constructive criticism. Oh by the way, do you guys like how I structure the story? I try to spread it out so it is easier for you guys to read...but if you dont like it let me know! Till next time.