Across the Stars

Chapter I

     "Wow, you're alive," wasn't exactly the first thing he expected from someone who had just awoken him from the dead. He groaned, rubbing his eyes, looking at the white, pointed object floating above him. He had a single electric blue eye, of which seemed to look into his mind.
"You've been dead for a pretty long time," the object continued ominously, "so you're going to see a lot of things you won't understand. I'm a Ghost. Well, now I'm YOUR Ghost. What's your name, Guardian?" He looked around, and saw he was sitting on a desolate, abandoned highway. There were cars here, sure, but they, like the highway, was rusty and abandoned. When he spoke, his voice, again, was like the cars and the highway under him. Rusty.
"Hudson. Hudson Morn. What am I doing here?" The ghost raised his robotic eyebrow.
"You were dead, and I used my source of power, the Traveler's Light, to raise you from the dead. You're a Guardian now. A Guardian of the light. Guardian, we need to get you inside the City. This is Fallen territory. I need to find you a weapon. Come, Guardian." The Ghost led Hudson to an opening in the huge Wall that lined the ground here as far as the eye could see.
    "It looks like something big went through here," Hudson said. The ghost nodded. Well, Hudson thought he nodded. It could've been a rise and drop in the air.
    "I guess you could say that. It was more like a lot of little things went through here. Fallen." As they walked through the dusty hallway, Ghost turned on his flashlight, enabling Hudson to see where he was going, preventing him from smashing headfirst into a wall. Hudson walked into a huge room. Or at least it looked that way. It was pretty dark.
    "I'll try to find a light," Ghost said to hudson before he disappeared above him, into the dark.
    When he finally found a light, Hudson saw that this place really WAS crawling with Fallen. Literally. The Fallen were crawling on the walls.
    "Look, over there, Hudson, I found you a rifle!" Hudson ran over to where the Ghost was gesturing, and picked up a battered machine gun. He then reloaded the magazine.
    "I sure hope you know how to use that thing," Ghost told him. When Hudson finally turned his attention to the Fallen, he saw that they had names written on their battered clothing. Dreg. Vandal. Shank. When Hudson cocked the gun, he heard cries of laughter coming from the Fallen. It was as if they'd seen more powerful, fought more powerful. Hudson laughed inside his head as he gunned them down, and their laughter with them.
    "Guardian, I can sense some kind of engine presence not too far from here. Move, Guardian. Move." Not too long from that conversation Hudson ran into a hallway with bright red laser beams along the wall.
    "Trip wires," Ghost told him, "Don't run into them. I didn't think they were intelligent enough to make them." Hudson carefully moved along the wall, crouching when needed, to avoid setting off an alarm. Finally, near the last trip wire, a Dreg on patrol walked into the doorway of the hallway. He roared, "GUARDIAN!" before being gunned down by Hudson.
    "Look, Hudson. That Dreg dropped a shotgun." Hudson grabbed the sawed-off shotgun and strapped it on his back. Him and the Ghost trudged on through the darkness.

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