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Aliens vs. Master Chief Part 7
Posted By: spartan058-halogeeky<youngartist2151@yahoo.com>
Date: 22 November 2005, 12:40 am
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The Master Chief watched as James sat there silent. He noticed slight changes in facial expressions now and then. From what it looked like, it seemed to be first hard, then puzzled, then suddenly soft and relaxed. It was at this point the Master Chief knew James had come to some sort of conclusion…the question is…with what? James looked up.
"How old are you?" He asked.
The Master Chief was taken aback by that question. Either it was totally random, or it was more information to support his "conclusion".
The Master Chief had to think about that. How old was he? He hadn't had a "birthday" since he was six…the age he was taken away to Reach. He quickly did the math, suddenly curious himself.
"Fifty-one," He answered quickly "I'm fifty-one"
"That took quite awhile…"
The Master Chief knew it had.
"Is that old?" He asked.
James shook his head and chuckled.
"It depends on what you call 'old'," James replied.
The Master Chief just stared, not knowing what to say. James laughed again.
"No, it's not that old," James finally replied reassuringly.
The Master nodded and looked to the side slightly embarrassed. James smiled.
"It's ok, you're still living, and that's all that matters."
He was right. Survival is all that needs concentration. He smiled back, but James didn't notice.
No…not another…you must be stopped…STOP HIM!
The Queen was furious. Her child had failed. She let out another loud cry, and let Her saliva free from Her glands. The Queen hissed and then retreated into Her crown.
My children…do what ever is necessary to kill him…both of them…
The Queen bared Her teeth, and hissed again. Then stopped…She thought…
No…don't kill them yet…let's use them…toy with them. Yes. It's perfect .Herd them to us…
She let out a laugh, and so did Her children. The drones left Her chamber, and headed to play the game that only She could win.
The Praetorian lay underneath her Mother, singing softly to Her, to comfort Her, calm Her. she knew her Mother was hurt. Hurt to lose Her children, hurt because of this beast…this enemy. she continued her song, whistling and hissing her melody like soft liquid pouring out of her lips. she finally sensed her Mother become peaceful with Her environment, and she saw more of her Mother's eggs open slowly releasing another child. Praetorian climbed up the advanced intricate webbing holding her Mother and Her egg sac in place. she hid under Her crown and stroked her Mother's neck as she waited for the time when she would become a Queen.
One hour later
The Master Chief had been looking for a way out for nearly an hour now.
Another hour of wasted time…
Well not completely wasted. He caught up on some sleep, stocked up on supplies, and finally gotten out to James. He was no longer looking at the floor, or mumbling. He even seemed to be having a good time. Which was alright, but that can also lead to inattentiveness. The Master Chief had warned James about staying alert at all times, but he seemed way too confident that he was in no danger if talking.
"Denial of mortality", maybe? He looked young…young enough at least.
When you are below the age of twenty-three, you tend to believe that you're never going to die, at least at that time. It makes you do stupid, reckless things. Sergeant Johnson had told him about that once, and the Master Chief was thankful that he never thought like that.
"Many Marines die that way son, don't make the same mistake," He had said.
And he didn't. Every fight, every single battle, he had gotten in the mind frame that he wasn't going to "make it"…but not out of the frame that said he wanted to live. It was a perfect and effective balance. He was reminded of his fellow Spartans, and how they all discussed this, and seemed to learn how to deal with death. But it was harder to deal with when almost all his brothers and sisters were "Missing in Action". They weren't allowed to die. The only Spartans left were Fred and Kelly. Linda and some others had "disappeared".
That's not true…she was murdered…
The Master Chief held his breath, recalling the story. He had found Linda, in her room, on the Eridious Military Facility, where he and the remaining Spartans had stayed for the past nine years or so. It provided them with food, shelter, a gym, training centers, and even a shooting range. He had gone to see her one day, but found her on the floor, eyes open, lying in her own blood. She was bleeding from her nose, mouth, eyes and ears. He stared into her blood shot eyes; her mouth lay open, as if she had screamed. He could almost hear her scream. Her face nearly engulfed in blood…what had happened? He called the medical bay, but there was nothing they could do. He hadn't heard any news after that. He remembered he kept pushing for answers, but they simply told him "soon". That was almost two years ago. He didn't know what had happened to the others…they had told him they had gone missing too. They had simply covered the story up, saying that she had gone missing. But that was how things had to be told.
Still…it's not right…she deserves better then that…
The Master Chief shook the memory away, and let out his breath that he had been holding for nearly three minutes. He looked at James who was sitting in his chair, tapping his fingers on a table, and then paused to scratch his leg. The Master Chief sighed.
"I don't know how we're going to get out of here."
James looked up.
"Beats me..."
The Master Chief stood there thoughtfully, still trying to come up with some sort of a solution.
"Maybe we could—"
The Master Chief was cut off by a loud bang. He looked at the door, and saw that it had dented inward. He heard screeches outside the door, and it was rammed again.
"They're trying to get in!" James yelled, his voice quivering, as he shot up from his chair and clumsily ran to the back where the Chief was. The Master Chief, with sudden bursts of adrenaline, dove toward the hole that the parasite had melted through. He grabbed two grenades, and knelt down. Another bang sounded, followed by more screeches.
"James! Find something that sticks!" The Master Chief yelled.
James quickly went into the storage room, and the Master Chief watched as the metal door continued to dent in.
How are they doing that?!
There had to be more then one of them out there.
"James!" The Master Chief said in warning as he watched a thin slit open in the metal and alien claws scratching through the opening. James ran out with some medical tape, and the Master Chief snatched it out of his hands. He struggled to fold the tape and stick them on the grenades as the tape stuck to his hands instead. The tear of tortured metal announced that the door was ready to let the creatures in, but finally the Master Chief managed to tape the grenades, and then quickly snake his arm down the hole. He stuck the two grenades on the ceiling of the next floor, and then hastily searched for the pins. He fumbled to find them as the commotion continued behind him. With relief, he found the two pins, and pulled them simultaneously.
"Get Down!" The Master Chief yelled as he pushed James to the other side of the room, and then knelt down to protect himself from the blast. James did the same.
Two…one…
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