Flesh Wounds

Chapter Four "When Good becomes Bad"

Play song at the beginning- err now.

??????? Pov

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All I can see is black, and some slight shades of gray. Ughhh cannot move anything, in fact I can't feel anything.

Then instantly it all comes back to me, "Ah ffffuck!" I've got to get this helmet off, so I will. I start moving of only what I can physically feel: Only my head and neck. But luckily for all that doesn't know, the helmet goes on the head. I slam my head down on the concrete and the helmet cracks loudly and falls off, opening my eyes to light. 

"It's.. day?"

11 Days left

"Fuck. I've been out way too long," I look down at my lower body. I can feel my eyes open wide as I reach maximum levels of frightfulness.

"HOLY SHIT!" My whole body is in my armor, which is bad cause the EMP deactivated it. I am being crushed by like a ton of pounds?! I feel nauseated and close to actually fainting. "Well absolutely f-"

*Clink*

An echoey sound of a can hitting the ground is pretty bad to hear when you're basically paralyzed. I look down at the small handle on the armor, in front of my top chest. If I manage to pull it and call out the command I can get this armor off. That's if my body is still in one piece.

"Humm hum humm," A Grunt waltz out of the alleyway that the noise came from. Oh god this is gunna be embarrassing.

"Hey you over there!i" I half whisper and half yell so the Grunt can hear me.

"Oh crap it-!"

"No-no-no I'm not a Spartan! I'm just trapped in their armor see?" I try to silver tongue myself out of this one and then struggle to move my arm, which moves about a centimeter and I bite my lip from the excruciating pain.

"Why would I believe a stinking human like you?" The Grunt shifts from side to side with its Plasma Pistol in hand, not bothering to aim of course.

"Actually you wouldn't which is why I am telling you the truth," Technically its half true, well the armor part. "I just need someone to pull the thing that's sticking out under my head."

It stands there for a moment then waddles up to me, "You better not tell any of the Elite's about this."

"I won't. I swear."

"Cross your heart hope to die?" They ask like a child, well most likely is a child.

"Its kinda hard for me to do that right now in this state," I tell them.

"Why what state are we in?" They ask legit confused.

"Uh. .. Never mind."

They pull on the metal handle then it goes back inside the armor, "Identification?" The armor asks.

"What the-"

"Gamma Company Zero Three Four," I tell the armor then it goes all to pieces on the floor around me. Leaving me in the black under suit. At least that doesn't way a ton.

"Did I do it?" They ask and I nod. I have become incredibly lightheaded because all the blood has stopped rushing to just my brain and now to the whole body. "I'm gunna go now. Have fun stupid human!" He rushes away and looks back, like ten different times.

I lie there on the ground as I fall unconscious once more. "Armor is crap.."

Nick Pov

I look out of the destroyed window as small embers fall from the blue sky. The buildings up high on fire but I don't know if we won then? "You think its over?"

Sparky is the only one to respond because 5000 is watching some Irish person yell at something, "I don't think so. They haven't told us anything yet. No new orders."

"Shouldn't you be happy about that? No orders," I ask letting my face wash in the warm light.

"I mean yeah we complain about all the orders and missions! But it's good to get new ones after you completed your old one," Sparky watches the streets as everything is so silent and still.

"Do you ever wonder what you're gunna do after we're not needed anymore?" I change the subject trying to make the odd feeling and mood lighten up.

"Well.. Actually with all this experience I could open up a mechanic somewhere, there's some planets out there that need someone to do the job," He tells me and then thinks for a second, "Talking about jobs, where's the other half of the job doers?"

I stand there for a moment in silence..

..

"I. do not know."