Our Hero?
Posted By: Darknight101<megaevildictatr@hotmail.com>
Date: 2 December 2006, 7:06 pm
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John. Spartan-117. Master Chief. Those were his names as a human but as of now could he really call himself that? The Covenant had finally extended a peace offering to humanity but not soon enough to save even ten thousand humans. And John had let them win because he didnt want to fight anymore. He should have suspected the prophet would betray him and he let his guard down anyway. Now most of the human race had died. Master Chief stood on a tall mountain and watched as Covenant forces below him began to pack up into their ship and leave the ruined planet.
"They had to repent in blood for their sins, human. There was no other way. You did the right thing and now we shall ascend onto the Great Journey with you as our guide." The Prophet of Truth said as he approached from behind on his hover chair, escorted by two brute guards on each side of him.
"No this war is over but I won't follow you. You destroyed my race." John said, clenching his fist.
"Very well. But we shall give you one last kind gesture. This planet is a rotten world, a wasteland and because you were wise we shall give you one of our own" the prophet declared with a wave of his hand.
"And how do we get there? You destroyed our fleets and demolished our factories. Kinda not thinking there" John turned to the prophet and stared at him though his visor.
"Foolish human. We think of everything, and as for your delima one of my personal ships, the Blazing Faith will take you there whenever you feel it is the time. Now human, you might wish to thank the one's who spared you. Even though you are undeserving for impeeding our progress" the prophet said refering to the destruction of the Ark.
"No way in hell. Get us off this planet now" said John, the mass murders still fresh in his mind. He was unable to stop them because he was detained.
"Hold your tounge human or I will have it as a trophy. We leave your world now. I wish the worst pathetic human" The prophet said turning to leave.
One brute turned with the Prophet while the other reached into a pouch and threw something at John. After throwing it the brute wordlessly turned and the three left. John walked to the object and kneeled to pick it off of the ground. As he leaned to get a closer look at it, he finally realized that it a skull that belonged to one of the slaughtered humans. He reached down to pick up the skull. He picked it up by the sides and put it up to his head. Where were the other humans? John finally asked himself. Where were the others that had survived, fought, bled just to give up and let their friends and family be killed.
"Chief! The Covenant are nearly ready to leave they just want you to guard the Prophet during a final speech" yelled a marine running up the mountain, answering his prayers though interrupting his thoughts. He stood up and started back to the base of the mountian.
At the prophets side were a cadre of brute honor guards and the Master Chief. Master Chief just looked down at the ground because of his shame. If he looked up and faced the humans he had betrayed he might kill himself.
"I have seen many warriors come and go in my days as Prophet of the Covenant. But none with such outstanding courage and tenacity as you here. But you humans have lost to our might and as an agreement we shall leave you in peace while we ascend to the Great Journey. Your damnation is of your own choice and because we are noble we shall adheer to it. Your place in the Covenant would have been welcome along with the re-enstation of the Sanheili. But theirs is another fate. Today we leave you to your fate, make it your own! We have left you a ship with the coordinates to a brand new world. Good luck" With that the Prophet went to the grav-lift.
There was a roar from the crowd and shots followed. The prophet turned to see a brute with a hole through his head and his brains on the ground. The prophet made a face of disgust and with a flourish of his arm sent his brutes out to kill the remaining humans.
"Filthy humans. We offer you a way out and you have choosen destruction. So be it we shall answer your calls!" said the prophet. He looked straight at John. "You can stop them" he said and went back to the grav lift.
John looked as the brutes began tearing up the croud of humans and the humans shooting back at the. John jumped to the nearest human and ,with a single punch, crushed his skull. He looked and saw another human but he just stared at John. John looked into his eyes and finally took the pistol from the downed solidier. A brute jumped into the air and was about to kill the staring human. John quickly aimed the pistol and hit the brute between the eyes with a slug. The brute fell onto the ground with a thud and slumped. After that he was motionless.
John ran after the prophet with super human agility.
John finally caught up with him and jumped onto the back of his chair.
"Human! Get off of me you animal!" The prophet yelled as the pistol was pushed into the top of his skull. John finally shot and blood flew out of the prophets chin.
As John looked back at the seen words flew into his head. Till the end, till the end. This is the way the world ends.
He jumped back into the fray without hesitation.
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