We'll Beat You; Black With Blue

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**All credit for the creation of the character Michele Walker goes to panda8785(Who is on fanfiction.net). I thank her for the ability to use Michele in my story, and for helping me with mine.

Character: Matthew Ryder

Age: 22

Character: Michele Walker

Age: 20**

Last I remember was a bright light then searing pain. Wait that's wrong... I remember going to bed after playing a match of Halo 4 acting like Red Vs Blue characters with my friend Kent. Shortly after the cringe worthy pain, there was nothing. How could I forget something like that? It's not like I have amnesia or anything right? No that can't be it... it must be all the things I've been pushing myself to do like keeping up with school, keeping my friends from beating each other to a pulp, and trying to think of a good way to start the story my friends have been wanting me to write. I tried moving but when I did pain exploded in more muscles than I thought possible. The ache made it feel as if I were being ripped in half. When I was able to move I opened my eyes to see where I was.

I looked over myself to see that I was wearing only black shorts and a white t-shirt. Looking around more I seemed to be in what looked like a militarized spaceship which automatically reminded me of a pelican from Halo. I noticed two other people in this "room" that looked like they were in a deep conversion. One was in full blue Mark 5 armour but from what I could tell was male. The other was female and she was not completely in her electric blue and black accented armour. All I saw of her was her brown hair with an unusual red streak before she was able to put on her helmet.

"E-excuse me?" I grunted while trying to sit up from where I was placed.

"Hey Caboose? He's waking up," the woman said to her friend.

Caboose? I thought to myself I really hope that's Kent messing around since he loves acting like Caboose.

"Yay! Now I get to talk to two of my bestest friends!" The man said in a loud cheery voice.

Ok Kent is not that enthusiastic that's for sure.

"Not to be rude but who are you?" I asked somewhat confused.

"You have anemia too?" He asked disappointingly.

"I have anemia?!" I responded shocked.

"He means amnesia," the woman commented on a quiet tone.

"So I have amnesia not anemia?" I questioned.

"If you're anything like me meaning you have no idea what's going on, and your scared out of your mind then yes. Anyway my name is Michele Walker. Call me Chel, or Walker, or whatever else you want. I don't really care. I'll respond as long as I know that's your title for me," she said offering me her hand to help me up.

"I'm Caboose!" the man in blue armour cheered.

"Yes and that's... Caboose," Michele said almost hesitantly.

"I'm... Matthew. Matthew Ryder," I'm guessing that my face showed the fear, confusion, and pure petrification I felt.

"You should probably get into your armour before anyone else sees you like this," she suggested.

"Armour?" I questioned looking around to see a set of black and electric blue accented armour, "I don't think I'll be able to walk on my own not to mention put on metal body armour," I said sheepishly.

"I'll help!" Caboose offered happily.

"Thanks Caboose," I accepted.

A few minutes later once Caboose helped me properly put on my armour I asked, "So where are we going exactly?"

"Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha," Michele answered.

"I was wondering when I was going to have a dream like this," I mumbled to myself.

A few minutes later the ship shook violently, sending another wave of unrelenting pain through my body. I guess that we either landed or crashed. Seeing that no-one was freaking out we probably landed. As the ramp at the back of the room lowered, I saw what I guessed was the M808 Main Battle Tank or Sheila from RvsB. I started to walk out onto the scorching planet until Michele stopped me.

"Before we go out there you're gonna want these back," Michele said, handing me a sniper rifle and an assault rifle.

I was about to thank her but I was interrupted by a obnoxious pilot yelling at us to get off his ship.

"Well here goes nothing," I thought to myself.