From Dusk to Dust (Destiny Fan Fiction)

29-Eater of Hope

Malachi screamed out for his friend. He fired his heavy machine gun, tears streaming down his face. The bullets pierced through a few knights and wizards around the room. He aimed for the big ones. The acolyte and thrall were next on his agenda. Crota watched, a devil-made smirk on his mouth. He laughed, mocking the small guardians below.

Alaura burst into action, shouting as many enemies as she could. Acolytes fell one-by-one until they all scattered across the room. All the commotion boomed in her ears. Adrenaline pumped through her system, causing her body to want to instinctively flee. She fought against it, allowing the natural drug to keep her body alert and distract her mind from her injury.

Anger boiled in Alaura's veins, yet she couldn't feel her heart. Was it even beating? Had it finally turned into dust? Had her heart stayed shattered from events prior? Her stomach dropped; she couldn't yell Tanis' name, much less utter it. He's not dead. No. Not him too. She thought to herself to keep her head on straight.

"Alaura!" Malachi called out, stifling a broken sob. He sniffled and blinked repeatedly to clear his teary vision. "What are you doing? Get out of here!" He threw a knife at the pack of thrall swarming his way, taking one down in the process. I can't lose you too. Malachi panicked when the thrall crowded around him, clawing at his armor every which way. He chucked a grenade at the ground; it created a smoke screen, turning Malachi invisible to the Hive. What the...?

The Darkness! Macey nearly screamed into Malachi's mind. She focused on the chaos too, making sure she wouldn't get him killed in the process of her explanation. You are surrounded by darkness. Use it to your advantage and conjure it up from your core. The Light will help set you free.

"I-" Malachi paused as he watched the smoke screen form around him. Screaming, screeching, yelling, the whole room sounded like Satan released Hell on Earth, or, well, the moon. His mind clouded, causing him to react slowly. Tanis is gone...Gone. That kid that was once full of life, yet so much hatred? Gone. Slaughtered by some alien god. And for what? Fighting for what's right? Fighting to keep humanity alive? He's dead. DEAD. But...I can save Alaura while there's still time. The eye of the storm of agony that swirled inside of him remained calm; he pushed his focus on that. "I will."

"-Are you listening to me? Malachi!"

"What?"

"We're going to do Bounding Overwatch-" Alaura hesitated and blinked for a split second. Malachi had no idea what that was. She punched a thrall in the face, electrifying it to death. "The rocks! Get behind the rocks and cover me." She moved up on her side, steadily aiming for the best trajectory to get to Tanis. Bullets shot into the ground behind her, quickly catching up to her, until she rolled behind a boulder. She waved over to Malachi, calling out over the thunderous chorus of screams. "Your turn! I have your back."

Malachi dove out from behind the rock and ran to the next possible cover. He jumped briefly, dodging a few bullets along the way. His heart thumped against his chest, threatening to burst out at any given moment. He focused on the rock, not noticing the acolyte on his side. The creatures shot him in the shoulder. Biting back the sudden jolt of pain, he slid behind cover, brushing up dust and other particles from the floor. "What happened to covering me?"

The Titan reloaded her assault rifle and ducked behind cover. She scoffed, noticing his mockery and jokes were just a defense system. Alaura's stomach twisted. Maybe he's reverting back to closing off his feelings...I like the way he is now, though. She played along, but on a more serious note, "Don't run into the fire then. We have to take what we can get. A few bullets is better than death." She exhaled deeply, prepping herself for the next run. "Repeat."