Author's Note- Sorry I haven't posted recently but I enlisted in the United States Marine Corps, I leave for boot July 9, 2012. School just started so I wont be able to update frequently but I thank TheLastHuman for his suggestion and I am taking suggestions from anyone.
Abandoned
He was no more than a boy, around the age of 16. The sky above him burned red and orange, streaks of blue flames rocketed to the ground from aesthetic purple ships. They were a verisimilitude , they appeared to be beautiful and elegant with elaborate swirls and curves, but they were deadly, and swept through the sky like sharks in the sea. They burned everything, torching the ground into glass. Nothing could survive. And yet, silhouetted against a burnt world sat this boy. He was perched on a rock, alone, above a cliff. Dozens of cuts leaked blood, staining his ripped t-shirt. A plasma burn fused his faded jeans into his flesh. He was only 16, thrust into a situation nothing had prepared him for. Video games and holofilms were no comparison. They couldn't compare to seeing your entire family killed. Nothing prepared him for seeing a Brute spiker round impale his mothers forehead, and seeing blood and brain matter leak out of a round hole in her forehead as she fell to the ground, blood pooling around her as her world burned. Nothing had prepared him to see his father, a man he loved and respected. A man who raised him, teaching him the ways of the world. He remembered the memories, memories of a happy childhood. Of barbeques and Saturday morning fishing trips. He remembered picnics by the local lake with his baby sister. The same baby sister who was impaled on an energy sword. Impaled and hung aloft, blood running down the blade and evaporating. Held aloft to peer into the soulless unforgiving eyes of an Elite. His father had given his last breath thinking he had saved her. He last saw him swinging a baseball bat into a pack of grunts. He had run like a coward, in his hand a kitchen knife, nothing but the clothes on his back. He hadn't looked back, he ran, trying to find the UNSC, trying to escape. But they had pulled out. He saw their blocky, utilitarian ships escape the gravity well. He saw the alien ships burn them without remorse. He saw the ships crash down, leaking bodies and leaving trails of fire streaking across the sky. He saw the ships crash into the ground, tremors in the ground, pillars of smoke in the sky. He was alone and abandoned on a burning world. And with the world burnt the memories he had gained here. Memories of friends and school, memories of family dinners, playing football with his father and cousins. Memories of his first girl, his first beer, his first smoke. Those memories burned away, replaced with images. Images of his mother, a spike in her forehead, blood pooling around her body. An image of his school, plasma scorched, walls stained in blood, classrooms full of bodies. An image of his 2 year old sister, impaled on an energy sword, held above a grinning elite. His world had ended and had come crashing down, so why be bothered to live? The boy stood up, and he jumped. As he fell, he saw clearly, he saw the sun crest over his burnt world. Illuminating the burnt orange sky and the broiling blue columns of death. He saw the shark like ships, closing in for the kill, to kill his world. Finish it off once and for all. His life did not flash before his eyes. His arms flailed behind him, the wind coursed through the air, taking his tears with it. And as he fell, he saw the sun disappear beyond the canyon wall. The light had gone out, extinguished by a ruthless alien race. There was no hope.