HALO fanfiction

Arby/MC

The Fall of Earth

John enjoyed times like these. It was quiet on the coast, so peaceful. The waves continued roaring, crashing down upon the rocky shore. He liked spending some quality time with his friends. He laid back against the rock and watched his friends surf and swim. Kelly popped up from beneath the waves and climbed onto her board. Sam swam next to her and motioned towards John.

"Hey, John!" Kelly called. "Come and join us!"

(I'm sorry people, let me just skip some events in time! Maybe I will rewrite this later.)

Dark hooded creatures blocked his every path. They spoke to each other in clacks and chirps. These things were no more than six feet tall. John could light reflect from their big, compound like eyes. One of them held a rope in its claws. A few others sprang forward and tried to pin him down on the sand. John quickly dodged to the left and served a quick punch in the face. Another lunged at him, but he quickly overturned it and flipped it down to the ground. These creatures surrounded his sides and grabbed his arms. John flung himself about wildly, but his actions were stopped by a sharp prickling in his forearm. He began to feel his arm numbing and it soon spread to his chest and then his legs. His mind was a blur. The creatures surrounded him in a tighter circle. John fell to his knees and tried recollecting his thoughts. He looked up to the butt of gun and everything turned black.

John woke several hours later with a pounding head. He took note of his surroundings and found his hands bound together with thick rope. The rope was attached to a bird-like creature resembling an ostrich. He reached up to his head and discovered a large gash near the side of his face. Cold wind smacked his naked chest, making him shudder. He quickly subdued the uncomfortable thought of those creatures undressing him. They had sinewy, muscular legs and sharp beaks lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth. They were the Kig-Yar, otherwise known as the Jackals. These aliens were the mercenaries and pirates of the Covenant. One of the Jackals approached him and roughly handed him a small bowl of water and food. John glared at him and grudgingly ate the food and water.

The caravan traveled day and night, covering miles and miles.