Is it worth it?

Disclaimer: Bungie's and Halo's original characters belong to them. I just tweaked around a lil'.

Author's note: Haha, the reviews rock guys. Thanx. No yaoi in dis chapter.
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'SHIT...' Master Chief could have slammed his head against a wall if it wouldn't have added to his growing list of wounds and aches.


Thanks to his ever-growing 'luck' since his survival from the fatal fall, the Spartan just kept finding things that made him moodier than ever before. First of all, he lost his weapons. Second, he ran into the flood. Third, he kicked their asses, which was a good thing. But he was made more aware of the tormenting wounds recieved from the fall, which was bad. Fourth, he had nowhere to go. He was stranded on the recently abandoned flood-ridden High Charity. His communicator broken. And the Sanghelli were just rubbing it in. And fifth, his last mistake was the helmet Ghlariknee now held prizingly within his grasp.


Without the helmet, the suit wasn't complete. And if the suit wasn't whole, neither was the shielding. So, to be blunt, Master Chief would die and die quickly without it in a battle against the flood.


"What is your decision, Demon?" Ghlariknee demanded, flexing his free fist impatiently.


The red Elite knew the rest of his team were restless as well. Here was the notorious Demon within their grasp and they weren't allowed to kill him. At least, not without the Demon making the first hostile move. True, one of their own lay knocked out on the ground, but the over-eager Elite had brought it upon himself. None of his comrades were eager to follow such a fate.


"I'd like to go our seperate ways." Master Chief said very slowly, finding it difficult to speak at the moment without gnashing his teeth in a very vicious way.


"Not an option. Especially if you wish to retrieve this particular part of your armor."


With an exasperrated sigh, Master Chief gave the Elite a bored look, "It was careless of me to throw my helmet. If you simply hand it back, I promise not to maim or kill any of you and I'll simply continue minding my own business."


A chorus of laughter followed that statement. Though it was a half-hearted gesture. Many of the remaining Sanghelli shifted nervously, fearing the worst. The same Demon before them had, after all, slaughtered an overwhelming amount of flood in the briefest of moments. Not to mention he had survived the long drop before he had fought on, sustaining numerous wounds.


Ghlariknee, however, was not fooled, "Your brave facade is quite deceptive, Demon. But you are cornered and weakened."


"Hah, not weak enough to take care of a handful of you." The tone of his voice has lowered dangerously, his stance dropping back down into his defensive pose. He only hoped his bluff would work. 'That Ghla-whatever character seems pretty damn perceptive. The others would have fled by now.'


Unfortunately for the Spartan, he was right about the red Elite, "You may be able to take us down, but how long shall you last against a station filled with the flood. When you are the last on the menu. A few weeks? Days? Hours?"


Master Chief looked away at that. 'Shit, that damn Elite is right about that one.'


It was a good thing the soldier had turned his head away at that moment, for he caught a sudden movement at the edge of his vision. He cursed, wondering if it was one of the Elite. But no. None of the four left had moved. And something about what he had seen sparked an image inside his brain. Something familiar. Familiar and very dangerous....


Suddenly, he realized what it was: a cloaking device.


"Motherfucker." Master Chief cursed as he forced his screaming muscles to launch him into the air. A few of the Elites fumbled with their weapons, believing he had chosen to go on the offensive. But they realized their mistake quickly, as the Spartan jumped straight up, spinning in a kick.


At first, all they heard was a thud as the Demon's leg connected with 'empty' space. But then a heartbeat later something slammed into the wall behind them. The Sanghelli turned, gaping as the cloaking device flickered then failed. Revealing before them their golden-armored leader, Dhraja-Lee. At first, he too had a look on his face as confused as they. Though it had been more caused by the breath being knocked out of him than the surprise they all felt. Then a look of anger crossed his face.


"After him!"


They all turned to find the same thing Dhraja-Lee had noticed. A very confused looking Ghlariknee, a hand to his forehead in pain. And the missing Demon.


Master Chief could've crowed at the distraction the sudden appearance of a 'hidden' Sanghelli had caused. Scratch that. He couldn't have crowed. He could barely breath at the moment as it was.


Through the haze of pain, the Spartan forced himself to think, 'I need... an objective.' As the sound of running feet behind reached him, Master Chief found suddenly he had a very good idea what it would be. To not get caught.


With another wheeze of air, because you could hardly call it breath what with the small amount of oxygen it fed his straining muscles, Master Chief slammed then twisted his helmet back on. 'Damn Elites.' The Spartan thought angrily to himself, 'Why don't they harrass some other armored soldier? Better yet, why don't they find a whole massive army of flood lying in wait.... and.... wait-what the hell!!'


Master Chief had found the way out of the ruined mass of buildings. He was now in a spot that could be termed 'ground zero'. Some bomb had obviously decimated the whole place for miles. Nothing but sorry excuses for rocks could be seen in the barren wasteland before him. Well, almost nothing.


If you counted the fact that more than a million flood combat forms milled mindlessly, then, well, yeah.


"Oh, gods...." The Spartan exhaled, taking in the devastating sight before him.


That's when the first few noticed him. Then, in due credit to the name given to them, they rushed towards him all at once.
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Seriously warning you guys. Yaoi crossing ahead. Hmm.. I think its in a few chapters. Ew, but don't think its with the flood. -shudder- You will be warned when yaoi will show up. Do not panic.
BlueBastard: "I repeat: do not pani-" -sees possible readers flee, and drops hands and sighs- "Aw shit."