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Dust fell from the skies as a lone figure lay on the ground, his helmet on the ground not far from his location. Cringing momentarily, he lifted himself uneasily, grasping the helmet in his two giant hands.
Standing up, the figure fixed the helmet to his head, the visor cracked, the visual feed sabotaged. Glaring out of a hole in his visor, his eyes fixated on the cityscape in front of him.
Giant fleshy tentacles of gray and green slithered up the tallest skyscaper, as the visage of a giant venus flytrap wrapped itself around the building. Opening it's endless maw, the beast roared.
The sheer force of the roar was enough to put the Spartan down on his back again, as he grunted. Peering over to his right, he watched as a familiar armored figure lay on the ground beside him, their helmet off, and their hand raised towards the sky, as if reaching out for something.
Shaking his head, the Spartan closed his deceased comrade's eyelids, clenching his fists, glaring at the monstrocity in the city before him.
The beast roared once more, as the Spartan held his ground once again. Facing frontwards, the Spartan charged towards the city, thoughts of all that he stood for flooding into his mind.
The creature, instantly recognizing the life force working it's way towards the city, roared once more, as a few of it's tendrils lashed into the air.
As the Spartan took notice of the tendrils raining down on him, he dove into cover. A familiar Spartan with red and black armor reached his hand down, as the Spartan took it. Beside him were two individuals garbed in ODST armor, Assault Rifles in their hands.
Nodding to the others, the Spartan rushed back out into the street, his new assistants by his sides. Abominations of all sorts rushed at them, either on all fours, resulting in infected dogs, or winged beasts swooping down on them. Even the typical infected humans attempted to stop them.
From the Spartans left, another team of Spartans, one of which one of his closest friends, tried to hold off a horde of the creatures, one of them falling to the ground, a giant spike protruding from their chest.
Glancing up at the source, the monstrocity's entire body was surrounded in cartiledge formed spikes, which it expelled from it's body into the air, much like a volley of arrows. Without even having to speak a word, the Spartan and his companions ducked into a building, as hell rained down from above.
Running outside once more, the Spartan and his three assistants were blown backwards by an exploding car. The Spartan's vision was fuzzy, as he eased himself upwards. The Spartan that had accompanied him pulled out a knife at the source of the explosion, a hulking infected creature looming over them.
The first Spartan stood to assist him, as the black and red armored Spartan shook his head, holding a hand out. Smirking cockily, the Spartan with the knife removed his helmet, beating on his chest in a challenging fashion, the massive beast roared with excitement, charging forward.
The first Spartan and the ODSTs didn't stick around to see the result of the fight, instead continuing their steadfast approach towards the monstrocity. Behind them were the other groups of Spartans that were scattered among the city.
Tendrils wrapped themselves through the streets, as thinner, skinnier ones attempted to pierce any of the Spartans that they could.
Again the beast roared, as the first Spartan nodded towards the others. Beside him, one of the ODSTs glanced down, a tendril sticking through his chest, as blood poured out of his lips. He coughed once, before he was slagged in half by the sharp piece of flesh.
Their numbers dwindled, as the Spartan watched each of his Spartans make a final stand, the last of the 'ODSTs' still by his side.
Things were taking a turn for the worst, the Spartans were outnumbered and outgunned. More spikes rained from the heavens, and they knew this would be their last stand. Gathering in an intersection, the Spartans covered each other as the horde only grew stronger, their numbers continuing to dwindle by the second.
Turning back, the final Spartan looked around, as the last of his Spartans fell to the ground. Clenching his fists, everything grew silent, except for the hatred burning inside him.
The Monstrocity looked down upon him, as the horde stopped, eager to make mince meat out of him.
"You've got him." Blaine replied, unhitching his pistol from his waist, and pulling a grenade out of his pocket, charging the horde.
Dust fell from the skies as a lone figure lay on the ground, his helmet on the ground not far from his location. Cringing momentarily, he lifted himself uneasily, grasping the helmet in his two giant hands.
No one can see me and
I've lost all feeling and
I know I won't die alone
I'll stop you from breathing and
all your deceiving and
this house is not my home
Standing up, the figure fixed the helmet to his head, the visor cracked, the visual feed sabotaged. Glaring out of a hole in his visor, his eyes fixated on the cityscape in front of him.
No
More forgiveness
No
and the reason is
I know I wont die alone
Giant fleshy tentacles of gray and green slithered up the tallest skyscaper, as the visage of a giant venus flytrap wrapped itself around the building. Opening it's endless maw, the beast roared.
I HAVE RETURNED!
The sheer force of the roar was enough to put the Spartan down on his back again, as he grunted. Peering over to his right, he watched as a familiar armored figure lay on the ground beside him, their helmet off, and their hand raised towards the sky, as if reaching out for something.
and everyone dies and
everyone lies
They're waiting for the second coming again
Everyone tries to hold onto their lives
When no one's alive
Shaking his head, the Spartan closed his deceased comrade's eyelids, clenching his fists, glaring at the monstrocity in the city before him.
BRING ME 115!
The beast roared once more, as the Spartan held his ground once again. Facing frontwards, the Spartan charged towards the city, thoughts of all that he stood for flooding into his mind.
You stand for nothing and
overlooked something
I'll bring you down all on my own
The creature, instantly recognizing the life force working it's way towards the city, roared once more, as a few of it's tendrils lashed into the air.
I'm the end I can taste it
I'll justify hatred
I am the chosen one
left hand of all that's sacred
As the Spartan took notice of the tendrils raining down on him, he dove into cover. A familiar Spartan with red and black armor reached his hand down, as the Spartan took it. Beside him were two individuals garbed in ODST armor, Assault Rifles in their hands.
No
More forgiveness
No
I'll bring you death and pestilence
I'll bring you down on my own.
Nodding to the others, the Spartan rushed back out into the street, his new assistants by his sides. Abominations of all sorts rushed at them, either on all fours, resulting in infected dogs, or winged beasts swooping down on them. Even the typical infected humans attempted to stop them.
I HAVE RETURNED!
From the Spartans left, another team of Spartans, one of which one of his closest friends, tried to hold off a horde of the creatures, one of them falling to the ground, a giant spike protruding from their chest.
and everything dies
look to the skies
to see the end of all creation again
Glancing up at the source, the monstrocity's entire body was surrounded in cartiledge formed spikes, which it expelled from it's body into the air, much like a volley of arrows. Without even having to speak a word, the Spartan and his companions ducked into a building, as hell rained down from above.
See with your eyes
my army of flies
when no one's alive
BRING ME 115!
Running outside once more, the Spartan and his three assistants were blown backwards by an exploding car. The Spartan's vision was fuzzy, as he eased himself upwards. The Spartan that had accompanied him pulled out a knife at the source of the explosion, a hulking infected creature looming over them.
I've lost all form and unity
where has my life gone
I'll bring you doom that you can see
and bring you down to see you bleed.
The first Spartan stood to assist him, as the black and red armored Spartan shook his head, holding a hand out. Smirking cockily, the Spartan with the knife removed his helmet, beating on his chest in a challenging fashion, the massive beast roared with excitement, charging forward.
and everyone dies and
everyone lies
They're waiting for the second coming again
Everyone tries to hold onto their lives
When no one's alive
The first Spartan and the ODSTs didn't stick around to see the result of the fight, instead continuing their steadfast approach towards the monstrocity. Behind them were the other groups of Spartans that were scattered among the city.
Tendrils wrapped themselves through the streets, as thinner, skinnier ones attempted to pierce any of the Spartans that they could.
BRING ME 115!
Again the beast roared, as the first Spartan nodded towards the others. Beside him, one of the ODSTs glanced down, a tendril sticking through his chest, as blood poured out of his lips. He coughed once, before he was slagged in half by the sharp piece of flesh.
and everything dies
look to the skies
to see the end of all creation again
See with your eyes
my army of flies
when no one's alive
Their numbers dwindled, as the Spartan watched each of his Spartans make a final stand, the last of the 'ODSTs' still by his side.
BRING ME 115!
Things were taking a turn for the worst, the Spartans were outnumbered and outgunned. More spikes rained from the heavens, and they knew this would be their last stand. Gathering in an intersection, the Spartans covered each other as the horde only grew stronger, their numbers continuing to dwindle by the second.
Turning back, the final Spartan looked around, as the last of his Spartans fell to the ground. Clenching his fists, everything grew silent, except for the hatred burning inside him.
and nobody cries
when everyone dies
and no one's alive
The Monstrocity looked down upon him, as the horde stopped, eager to make mince meat out of him.
BRING ME 115!
"You've got him." Blaine replied, unhitching his pistol from his waist, and pulling a grenade out of his pocket, charging the horde.
115: An alternate Universe story.
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