The Death of Our Hero
Posted By: Jeff Seacat<srseacat@aol.com>
Date: 21 June 2004, 8:43 PM
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John trudged down the hallway in the slowest way he knew how as he was a Spartan and the only one left. The Captain of the ship walked by and he saluted smartly. After the Captain had turned the corner he continued onward towards the bridge. He had been called there from his quarters and was not quite sure why so. He was halfway to the bridge when the alarm went off. Blaring loudly he ran to the bridge with extreme swiftness as he passed several marines with ease. Before Ensign Rodriguez knew what had happened, his weapon had disappeared from his own hands. John had quickly stolen the gun in his quick run to the bridge. John was at the door of the bridge by the time Ensign had realized it. The door was malfunctioning for one reason or another so he bashed it in with the butt of his gun. Tearing through, he gathered the scene quickly.
To his right were several grunts torturing the navigator of the ship. Straight ahead he saw an elite with an energy sword searching for any survivors. Crew members were everywhere. Blood was splattered all over the walls and on the windows of the ship. The feeling of death hung heavy in the room. John noticed from behind him the marines coming through the bashed in door. They were not as experienced as John and fired wildly in to the bridge gathering the attention of everyone in the room. John had no time to wait he quickly took out his rifle and dashed to the group of grunts bashing in one of the grunts skulls with the back of his rifle. He then took a grunt by the tail, ripped off his breathing mechanism, shoved the barrel of his rifle into it's mouth and pressed the trigger down to release several bullets into its throat coming out of the back and splattering the blue tinged blood on his armor and all over the last two grunts. These last two, realizing what had just happened, ran for there lives. John knew they were no trouble and ignored them. He turned and made a quick run for the elite with the energy sword. The elite was much quicker than the grunts and was ready. But before the elite had time John let out a crushing blow to it's hand with his foot. The elite immediately dropped the sword and stared at his shattered hand. As the elite stood there, dumbfounded, John whipped out his battle knife from his belt and quickly slit the bluish tinted Elite's throat. The marines dropped there guns and ,stood, awed at the sight of what had just happened in a matter of a minute or two, the Spartan had slaughtered two grunts and an elite, with an energy sword! John wiped his knife off on the wall and shoved back in his belt. He took his rifle back out and ran down the other doorway where the grunts had retreated.
Running at an easy pace, knowing grunts were very slow creatures, he got up to them in a couple of seconds and instantly killed both of them with a quick blow to the head. He continued down the hallway knowing that The Covenant traveled in large groups. As he ran down the corridor he heard an unmistakable noise. Several screams and a loud plasmatic sound hinted him of a fuel rod nearby. He knew that meant one thing. Hunter. He followed the noise down the corridor and took a sharp left. He noticed one hunter. Good news since there are usually 2 or 3. He had come too late to save any marines, it was crushing in the last one's head with his foot in a twisting motion. The key here was stealth for John. He knew how to kill one. But it was tough. He ducked back behind the wall quickly as it turned its head up from the last marine's mangled body. John knew it had seen him. So he agilely jumped out from behind the wall. The hunter was charging at him and he grabbed his battle knife and flung it at the hunter hitting it in it's weak spot, the orange bulbous area in his abdomen region. The hunter fell back with a loud thud as orange blood flowed across the floor near his feet. He walked towards the hunter's body to see if he could find his faithful knife. There was a loud and clamorous noise coming from the door to his far left. With no time to grab his knife he quickly hid behind a wall and waited to see what it would be. It was worst case scenario. Two golden elites busted through with force. John knew there was no avoiding them. They would see the hunter killed and look for him. He jumped out from behind the wall, but saw nothing. He knew what this meant. They had accessed their invisibility mechanisms. He would have to fight nearly blind. As he searched fro the two one snuck up behind him and dealt a blow to his head, sending him skidding across the floor. Another one picked him up by the throat as he choked and groped painfully. He tried to release himself but he had no chance. So he thought fast. The elite went to reach for his energy sword and the chief dealt the elite a blow to the head with his foot. Both dropping to the floor in pain, Master Chief knew he had to run quick. Thinking on his run he remembered. The grunts were carrying plasma grenades! He ran back to the grunts carcasses and picked up two of them. One elite was already on his way carrying his energy sword. This made and easy target for John and he took the plasma grenade and stuck it to the elite's chest. John quickly ducked behind a wall and heard a loud grunt and an explosion and blood spattered the walls. Now for the last elite, it was invisible to the naked eye but then he remembered his thermal sensors installed in his armor. He quickly turned it on and got out from behind the wall. The elite was clearly visible now. Taking his last plasma out he tossed it at the elite. The elite took a quick side step and ran straight at John with his energy sword out. John took out his rifle and rammed it into the elites stomach with extreme force. The elite grunted and John rammed the barrel of his gun into its neck. Pulling the trigger sending bullets everywhere into the neck of the elite. It fell to the floor leaving blood spattered all over the walls and on John. John leaned against the wall restless from so much action. He was wiped. To tired to even carry his rifle he left it laying on the floor and made his way back to the bridge. He stepped in and saw three black elites and two hunters standing next to the marines bodies. John was helpless. Two elites quickly dashed for John and he struggled to fight them but with no weapon it was useless. A black elite holding each of his arms he struggled. The last elite slung out an energy sword dashing at John with incredible speed. John was helpless as the black elite rammed the energy sword through John's throat. Blood flowed freely from his neck and he fell to the floor like a rag doll. The black elites laughed and watched John's dead carcass laying there on the ground.
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