Drop Into Hell ch.1Ok so let me clarify, that even though there is minor fluff between Six and Four in this chapter that it is a ROOKIExSIX fic.... there aren't too many of them out there, and I really like them as a pair! So here is the first chapter... HOPE YOU ENJOY~~~ also I know that what happens with Halsey is different then what happens in this chapter... but please don't flame! I needed to change it around! R and R please!!!More Like This
Six looked around at the bloodied and cracked earth of reach. She wanted to scream in rage at the once beautiful world being destroyed at the hands f the covenant scum. She felt a deep sadness as her last remaining teammate trudged along beside her, panting and clutching his chest. It had been two days since the elite Zealot had stabbed him through the chest. Two days since he saved her from death. And two days of endless, aimless walking as they headed towards castle base. They were so close to castle. They could see the stop of th
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"So what do you think?" John looked to Kelly as she moved into the barracks. She ran a hand through her hair which was out of its usual ponytail. Usually John would have found Kelly with her hair down attractive, but this time, he didn't have the familiar desire to run his hands through it.
"Why did you dye your hair?" John scowled as she moved over to the cot beside his and sat down. "And why red?" John let his displeasure leek into his voice.
Kelly frowned, not understanding why he was upset. "I wanted something new. I thought that dying my hair would be the easiest thing that I could do without making any sort of change someone would notice."
"You shouldn't have done it." Kelly's shoulders slumped at John's words. He watched as she grabbed a hair tie and tied it back in as she usually did. "If you wanted to do something different you should have braided it."
"Well I wanted to do something more original then just changing my hair style. Do you really not like it?" Kelly lay back on h
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John stood to the side of the room, waiting as they removed Fred's armor. After him would be Kelly and then he'd be able to have his own armor removed. He looked over to Fred, the once green plating of his armor blackened with burns. The recent fight had been a long one, longer than most. All of their armor was set to be repaired before they could get them back.
John frowned as he got a notification of a new message on his HUD. He expected it to be some report on the recent loss, but instead it was a number. It took him a second but he finally realized it was a room number. John opened a private channel with Kelly. "You found a room?"
"Yeah, belonged to a Lieutenant that didn't come back from his mission. Figured he wouldn't mind us using it." Kelly didn't look toward him and John could only see her from the corner of his eye. "I'll be waiting."
Fred stepped down from the machines, moving over to the lockers to get dressed. John noted that Kelly's movements were a bit less crisp as she
Trick or TreatJohn adjusted the cape around his neck to make it more comfortable. He hoped the night wouldn't be too cold, because the plastic armor that would cover his chest and back wasn't particularly warm. His mother had questioned how appropriate his costume was, but John’s father had sided with him so his mother had dropped the issue. He had also taken the liberty as well to wear a pair of black shorts under the leather speedo of his costume. The doorbell rang and John moved through the house, knowing already who it was that had just arrived. Anastasia was already at the door when he got there, bouncing slightly in excitement. The tail of her costume flopped around as she moved; making it almost look like she was wagging it, though he was fairly certain it was on accident. John keyed the controls on the lock and the door slid open, and John smiled at the woman standing at his doorstep. She wore a gray shirt and pants, with a set of rabbit ears on her head. The costume looked sort of slaMore Like This
Way 7Wait until something terrible has happened and you can't not tell her anymore.More Like This
Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her.
Tell her with your hand shaking.
Tom felt like he was going to be sick as he rode the elevator up from the hangar. He wished it would go faster and slower all at the same time. There was an urgency to reach the correct floor, yet he was terrified of what he might find once he got there. The marine in the elevator beside him glanced over and Tom could see the knowing look on his face. It seemed like everyone made this trip at some point, some more broken at the end than others. Tom had feared making this trip for years, and he'd made smaller ones in the past, but never one this serious. He was trying to keep himself from showing any signs of how nervous he was, but it was h