Flesh Wounds

Chapter Six "Old to New"

??????? Pov

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I pull my knife out and ready myself. The Elite throws Logan off the sword and redirects towards me. 

Taking a mental pause I realize what I must do. I must stay and fight for the sake of this war, and the sake of the human race. 

The Elite rushes incredibly quickly and swings. I step back and to my surprise I dodge the almost impending death. Picking up my pace with newfound courage I step towards the monster to keep the panel under defense. I cannot let them deactivate the hack. I lunge forward and get countered instantly. I jump up in the air for my knife as it gets launched up from the block. Landing back down with blade in hand I enter a state of mind where I have become incredibly focused with all my anger and mourning set into a balanced force.

I look up at the Elite and smirk, "Come at me boi." I duck as the Elite slashes over my head. Then while I'm crouched down I tackle the Elite by the waist and throw a punch into the face of it. Barely doing anything to the shield of it I push off and then stab downwards. Only to get cut off by the Elite's swing to block the incoming blade of retribution. I almost fall back but recover from the almost possible trip. They get up and growl angrily at me and pretty much all I stand for. I walk backwards to the terminal and check the hack time. Estimation of completion is just thirty more seconds.

I instinctively duck down and watch as a sword flies by my head then land blade first into the wall. I turn around and roll as the Elite throws a plasma grenade by me. *Boom!* The sword flies out of the wall and lands near me. The Elite rushes towards me for it. Quickly realizing the situation I pick up the sword and grasp it in my hand. I turn and point it at the Elite which then leads to horrible timing as the sword turns off. "Oh Shit?!" I hold the handle like a knife and throw it at the Elite's face, he in return catches it and turns it back on running at me even faster than before.

I stand up and back up half sprinting as I still face my target. "Why don't you-" I pick up a concrete block and throw it at the Elite "-just stone yourself!" It lands in between their forehead and that breaks the shield surprisingly. The Elite falls to its knees and holds itself up with its sword. 

I immediately think to myself 'THIS IS MY CHANCE!!'. Rushing with knife in hand I ready to swing at the head of the beast- before I could physically react the Elite strikes back, swinging sideways while down. I feel lighter- like-

I hit the ground hard and my everything goes to a blur. In the background I faintly hear, "Hack complete. Initiating open protocols."

I can also hear directly after a grunt and then, "The humans have pushed up through, we must fall back."

I can only slightly visualize the Elite's feet as they walked away. I watched as a Spartan ran past me and after the retreating Covenant. That was the last thing I saw...

--Until I woke up with the worst pain imaginable--

"Keep him down he's waking up!" Someone faintly yells off in what sounds like the distance. I feel pressure on my chest then the release immediately after.

"Uggh.. my head.." I groan out in pain as I roll over.

"Yeah you're right he's waking up," A different voice confirms.

"How much numbing did you use?.." I ask straining my voice, "I can't even feel my legs...-but I can feel everything else.." I try squinting so I could dilate my eyes. I look around and can hear different people in pain, I decide I can handle myself so I sit up on the metal table. 

"Are you all good captain?" Some ODST looking guy asks me. I respond with a simple nod and they rush off to someone else. I decide on my own terms that I'll just get up and- and-

I pull the blanket off my lower b- "WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY LEGS?!"

-Back to present day-

I manage to stand with the robotic legs and hold myself with my arms. It doesn't seem that they are harmed to bad but my body is way way too much so. "When is my time to just die? How has it not come? Who am I talking to?"

"I'm super hungry."

Nick Pov

"Footsteps. Coming this way," I tell the others and ready my pistols towards the corner which a single set of footsteps are coming and coming quick.

"Yeah I'm hearing them too," 5000 responds and takes out one of his shotguns out cocking it for battle use.

Sparky runs ahead of us and towards the corner, "What are yo-"

"HEY DILLAN!" Sparky yells planting himself on the ground after the corner end.

"AH WHAT THE FUCK!" While coming into view a fist flies straight into Sparky's helmet- or, not. Sparky ducks and moves as Dillan falls down onto her helmet face. 

"Dillan?" 5000 flips his shotgun to his back and helps her up, "Where's the others? Where's 34?" He asks wanting the second question answered more.

Dillan stares at 5000 blankly like he asked her to count the stars in the sky without a scanning unit.

"Where is 34?" He asks one more time to Dillan.

"Well.. He's either in hell, or he's a ghost with some sort of unfinished business."

"What."