Halo: Reach's Promise

Ego-

   Micheal was actually lost. Down in the fancy sewage pipes; navigation was pretty difficult even though there was only one direction to go: forward. The problem was; he wasn't sure which passage way to take. About halfway between each security door there were doors leading to that section's "main frame," to put simply. It's where the whole city's intel was. The only reason the city operated so well. Where better to hide all of that than the sewers? If any heist was planned...they'd be screwed. One wrong move and you ended up waking the whole city; and trapping yourself. But today...there was no worry of that. There was no law enforcement. So, he just had to find the right one, grab the intel, and bring it to Cali- wherever she was. Maybe he shouldn't have left her after all.  

   He remembered what happened after he jumped out of the Pelican. He was hurtling towards the ground when suddenly he found a waterway- he was guessing it was leading to the sewers; and landed in the surprisingly deep pool of water. It took him fifteen minutes for the pain to become bearable again, but eventually; he waded through the water, it getting thinner and more shallow as he got closer to the sewers. Shouldn't it be getting deeper? He finally made it into a tunnel type passageway and saw a waterfall up ahead. He looked to his left and saw that the walkway was blocked off by some glass. Why was his luck this bad? He cursed but braced himself for the fall. 

   "I'm ganna die by some infection before I die from the battlefield," He said out loud after he made it to the bottom; spitting out the gross water and coughing. He made a sour face and continued forward. Eventually he found a slide door that got him up onto the walkway and continued down the path.  He made it fifteen feet before pain shot through his entire body. He fell to the ground; his vision blinking in and out. He dropped his weapon, clutching his hands into fists. His head felt like something was trying to break out of it from so much pain! He started groaning, and eventually, he fell to the ground; completely unconscious. 

   He didn't know how long he was out but at some point he awoke in a dark room. Almost like it never happened, there was no pain. That was strange...he sighed before looking around. It must be his body getting used to the augmentations. It probably didn't even know what pain was...that's why he was able to continue without any side effects. But that wasn't going to last long.

   He looked around the room and spotted his guards. Two brutes stood with their backs to him; a closed door in front of them. The room he was in was small and offered little to no cover. If he could use any; it'd be the pile of rotting corpses that was stacked up to his left. He sniffed in and resisted the urge to cough. That smell was horrible! Micheal began to inhale through his mouth and exhale through his nose. 

   Apart from the bodys, there wasn't anything in this room. Micheal looked down at his arms and saw that they were shackled with energy rings that acted as handcuffs. He tested it's strength by spreading his wrists and wasn't surprised to see that they held. Great. What now? 

   He felt something against his back as he sat up against the back wall- was that his weapon? His eyes dilated in surprise. Suddenly the door opened; revealing an elite with golden armor and a very bright light; blinding him. When his vision came back he saw that the two brutes had left the elite alone with him; the door still open.

   "Don't even try it, demon. We gave you your weapon...it's so close to you is it not? Go ahead, human. Grab it," it spoke to him. Micheal felt his anger rising. He brought his arms around his head on either side but realized that it was too far for him to gain any leverage on. He could only slide his finger along the barrel. He looked down and huffed in anger as he felt his finger slip from the edge of it; his hands going back in front of him. 

   "So close..." the elite taunted him, "but you can't pull the trigger and kill me. You can't even put a dent in me," it spread it's arms as if challenging him, "like the rest of your race, you're weak! You...are nothing. So, human. Prove that I am wrong," it narrowed its eyes and glared at him. 

   "You better be happy I'm chained, buddy," Micheal growled. 

   "Oh, I am," the elite spread its mandibles, revealing ugly, extremely sharp canine teeth that were clearly blood stained. Micheal assumed that's how they smiled. 

   "There you go sport, show those pearly whites!" Micheal said sarcastically with an angry tone. That wiped the...grin...off of its face.    

   "You will learn soon enough, human," it snarled at him. The elite turned around but before it exited the room Micheal stood up and banged the butt of his BR against the wall while sliding down it; his weapon twisting over his shoulder which forced it to angle at the elite. He quickly smashed his finger against the trigger, a bullet ripping through the air. The elite dropped dead, blue blood pooling at the dumbfounded looks of the two guards. 

   "Shit! I didn't think this far ahead," He cursed. The two brutes started grunting to each other as they turned through the doorway and into his line of sight. Just as the closest one started raising it's weapon, it followed the elite head first into the ground, the other one dropping just as quickly. 

   "Thought I might find you here," he heard a familiar voice.

   "Cali?" He called out.

   "Don't ever do that again. Next time I'll put a leash and bell around your neck so I know where you are," a black figure emerged from the darkness as she spoke. Even though he knew she was on his side, he was sometimes still scared shitless when she revealed herself like that. She hefted a sniper in her arms, then slung it around her back; the magnetic circle on her armors back allowed it to stay still. 

      "Right. A tracker wouldn't do?" he joked. 

     "Let's get you out of here," she looked him over, "impressive. You use the wall?" 

     "Yeah. I was ganna say something demeaning until I realized he...kinda sorta died. I don't know why he had his shields down, maybe because he wasn't worried about me doing what I did? Jokes on him, the bastard!" Micheal said, trying to keep his temper in check. It was these...things! They're the ones who killed Lindsay! 

   "Lock it down!" Cali ordered. He felt his face turning red but fell silent before he convinced himself to go insane. 

   "So how are we supposed to get me out of here?" Micheal looked up at the Spartan.

   "Give me a minute. I'm looking," she said while digging through the dead elite's corpse. She pulled out a round disc object then put it against his handcuffs. They unclasped from each other then dropped to the ground, freeing him. He flexed his hands, trying to get feeling back to them. He hadn't realized he went numb until his circulation went back to normal. 

   "That's much better," he let go of a breath he hadn't realize he was holding. Cali looked at him from through the door.

   "You good to go?" He nodded, "good. I hope those wrist guards didn't throw off your aim. Let's go." He thought about something before they left: maybe it was best if you didn't let your ego get the better of you.