*Note, chapter one was written in 2006, chapter 2, is essentially being written in 2009, a list of changes have been made, as well as my writing ability has Improved:
-Leonidas is now Marty, and his holographic shape is nothing but a large male face.
Chapter 2
November 11th, 2552, Aboard UNSC Thermopylae, Deck 3.
Fraser looked about the stairwell, now sweating. Should I go back down their? He was sweating profusely; he set his hand on the railing and leaned on it.
Wow it's hot… maybe a misfire on the MAC? Jesus it's hot….
He smelt smoke… he looked around for traces of it…found none and returned his view to his hand. Smoke seeped from the underside. Shocked, in one quick motion he withdrew his hand, he grasped it an let out a briefly cry of pain, smoke was rising from his body now too… he tried to clamber up the steps but he slipped and his body collided with the boiling staircase, he screamed and tried to grasp something to lift himself up with, everything was so damn hot… he used his palms and pushed himself up from the staircase, smoke rose from his body, lines from the staircase edges in his clothes, and massive burnt flesh on his hands, he bolted up the stairs, got to the doorway to level 3, pushed open the door… which wound up falling off the melting hinges.
He ran down the hallway, desperately trying to get to the first air locked room, he screamed again… what was cooking me alive? How? His run turned into a very fast limp… his clothes were melting, he felt his medals melting to his chest… 5 meters…He limped closer, and dove… he looked at the wall beside which held the controls to the airlock and slammed it…
The door close… it took seconds for the rooms temperature to cool… he sat on his knees heavily breathing, he fell forward on his stomach and chest… he sat for a moment before realizing that he was pressing his steaming hot clothes and skin against hard metal. He pushed himself up immediately and examined himself… shaking… Am I scared? Or is this because I'm severely injured?
He examined his hands, one massive black line went horizontally through his palms from when he had pushed himself off the staircase, and several others ran through his a fourth none existent clothing…
"Help…" he whispered… he waited a moment… Oh Christ what will my face look like?!? "HELP!" He screamed, and a few more after that, eventually… the good hardworking motherfuckers on this ship decided to come see who was fanatically screaming, surprisingly casually… He'll never forget their expressions...
***
3 men wheeled him on a stretcher, yelling "Move!" and "Lookout!" to any person they saw. He was blacking out… he could feel it… he did blackout. He was suddenly being given an electric shock. Oh shit did I just die? Shame…
I'm back now th… Oh, nevermind… here I go again…
The electricity pulsed through him again… this time he jolted upwards, screamed while blood poured from his mouth soaking his chest.
The doctor jabbed a needle into his neck and this time he did just black out.
January 3rd, 2534, Planet Churchill, planetary evacuation.
The 15 year old Justin stood next to his dad among a massive crowed of yelling people. Some held their babies in the air yelling things like "Take him!" or "You Have room!" Justin knew he was getting on however.
Colonel Fraser pushed men, women, and children aside while never letting go of Justin's hand, they got to the loading point on the pelican where several Marines guarded the back exit… He attempted to push past one, assuming the marine knew who he was, he was viciously pushed back. He however rebounded back and grabbed the insignia on his chest and shoved it towards the marines face.
The man side stepped and allowed Cln. Fraser and Justin through.
"Dad couldn't we let some othe". His Father immediately turned and coldly said
"No". He brought him up to the pelican and lifted him into it, ignoring the fact that he easily could of done so himself.
Justin turned expecting the father to climb up. Instead, he grabbed his shoulder. "Son… Justin, I have to stay and help, I have a duty, stay with these men, you'll be fine…". Justin was raised by his father knowing he was to be a soldier, he understood duty… but…Hot tears ran down his face, he wanted to make it easier on his dad, but he couldn't help it…
"Dad, please… let me stay, I can help…" followed by a sniff…
"No… you can't Justin… You have a life to live… you can't stay here and die with me…" The wording changed his tears to bawling. A sudden powerful burst noise came from behind, the crowd ducked and the Colonel covered his son, he checked behind the crowd and saw a massive building tumble with a purple florescent machine marching about. He then turned back and hugged Justin.
"I love you son, don't worry… your time will come…" He immediately turned behind and ran back to the crowd and yelled at a marine to send the ship up. The back hatch closed, his father disappeared into the crowd, before it sealed all the way, he managed to get this out;
"I Love you Dad!"
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Justin's eyes opened, a surprisingly familiar beeping noise filled his mind, but it was calmer, It was a heartbeat, it was HIS heartbeat. He rose his head up, he was in Med bay, not to severely bandaged sitting in a bed. He sat up and shifted his legs over the bed, a handheld mirror sat on the desk beside him, grabbed it and examined his face.
He was surprised to see his face actually alright… most of his buzzed hair was gone and he was very red, but other then the bandages on his hands he seemed alright. He was in some grey slacks as well, he stretched the elastic waistband and examined his plumbing… No hair, but it seemed intact.
He sighed in relief and ripped off the wires suctioned to his chest and took an IV needle out of his arm. The ship vibrated, lights flickered. He realized what had happened, they took a plasma torpedo to the underside, probably took deck one and two off the map. He stretched his shoulder and felt a satisfying crack. He was Ok.
He called for someone, gently, and a nurse came from an open hallway.
"You feeling alright? You're the only survivor." "Yeah" Justin said, he walked about, not feeling any pain. "Well" The nurse said. "Guess your time hasn't come yet… But it will…Just like your father"
Justin screamed, the pain was agonizing, the doctors were clambering around him and had him strapped to a surgical table. His arms were cut open with tools and wires going in and out of every direction. "He's Back!" A doctor yelled. "The same doctor as last time grabbed a needle again and attempted to stab it into his neck, he moved away from it very stiffly as if he had every bone in his neck and face flexed and hyperventilated. The doctor stabbed it into him a second time, it took no time at all to blackout this time… None What-so-Fucking-Ever.