*Fallen chatter begins to fade in* I begin to fade into consciousness as a Fallen Captain begins to make it's way towards me as I lie on the cold, dusty surface of the Moon. I look around to see that I am surrounded by many more Fallen; Dregs with their daggers drawn and Vandals with their rifles focused on me. Behind the crowd of Fallen, numerous Shanks and Servitors patrol the area, most likely keeping watch for any intruders. I begin to sit up but am quickly pushed down by the Captain, with it's foot in my chest. "Ah... Easy there, big guy..." I manage to sputter out before going into a coughing fit. The Captain begins to laugh as it pulls out a long sword and places it to my neck. I let out a shallow sigh and begin to think back to how I got myself in this situation in the first place. It started only about a week ago, when my life... my death, took an unexpected turn. ......... As I slowly fade into consciousness, I begin to hear a muffled voice that eventually becomes drowned out by a loud ringing inside my head. The ringing is quickly followed by intense pain and although I feel as though I'm screaming, I can't hear anything. Suddenly, everything stops and I open my eyes to see the Sun's light reflect off of the red sands of Mars. Confused as to what's going on, I begin to stand up from my knees when I suddenly fall back and pass out. ......... I wake up what feels like only moments later, but it is now night time with a slight breeze blowing across the surface. I manage to make it to my feet uneasily, so I find a nearby rock to sit on as I stare into the night sky. I clap my hands onto my face and place my elbows on my knees. "What the actual hell... Just happened?" I ask myself quietly. "Well that's easy to explain," another voice perks up from nowhere, sounding sort of computerized. I take my hands off my face, sit up straight, and look around, "Who's there? If you don't show yourself, I'll find you and-" "And what?" I turn back forward to see a machine of some sort; it's colored red with blue accents and has a light blue light in the middle. I find myself narrowing my eyes, continuing to stare at the machine. "What? Is there something on me? Could you give me a hand if there is? As you can see, I don't have any hands." The light in the middle of the machine pulses with each syllable spoken. "I... Um... What, uh... What are you?" The machine looks slightly offended... Somehow, "Me? Oh, well I'm just a ghost. I only brought you back to life and all. It's no big deal or anything, so no need to thank me." "Oh, uh... Thanks I guess," I take a deep breath before speaking again, "So why did you bring me back to life?" The Ghost hesitates for a few seconds before answering, "Well that's just what I do... No real reason, I just bring people back from the dead because I can." [i]This thing's tone is starting to frustrate me, why won't it just give me a straight answer?[/i] "Alright listen, either you give me a serious answer or I'm leaving." As I begin to stand up, the Ghost interjects, "Guardian, wait-" I'm suddenly frozen in my tracks, unable to even look around. I suddenly begin to speak without even trying to, "What did you just call me?" The Ghost seems somewhat shocked, slowly repeating what it said, "I called you 'Guardian'..." I slowly fall to my knees as my vision fades to black and the Ghost's voice starts to fade away. ......... When I open my eyes again, it's dusk, but something is different. I'm definitely in a lot more pain than I was before, but there's also another presence here. I can't see anybody yet, but another voice begins to fade in as I fully regain consciousness. "You're a fool, Hunter... Did you really think you could get away with defying the Vanguard's orders?" This person's voice sounds dead, but like they're enjoying some sort of grim act. I begin to speak once more without trying to, "You and I both know that the mission they sent me on was suicide... They planned on getting me killed!" A figure steps into view and he begins to speak again, "And here I didn't think you were bright enough to figure that out. I mean, it's too late now since you're going to die here anyway." The figure is dressed in red and black robes with pieces of armor on different parts of his clothing, wearing a black helmet of some sort. "Heh... You think you can kill me? I'd like to see you try," I tap one finger on the side of my head, "Come on, right here." The figure chuckles as he pulls out a hand cannon and begins walking toward me, "You're insane, I like it. You're still going to die though, nothing can save you." I begin to chuckle as the figure places his weapon where I pointed to on my head. I suddenly stand up while attempting to slap the hand cannon out of the figure's hand. He seems unfazed as his hand is sent backwards, weapon still in hand. As I begin to rush him, he pulls out a knife and stabs me in the stomach. He pulls the knife out as I fall back down to my knees and press the wound with both of my hands. He sighs and places the gun back up against my head, this time in a different spot, "I told you, 'nothing can save you.' It was a good effort, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to unofficially wipe your memory." I look up at the figure and speak through gritted teeth, "No matter what you do, I will come back, and I will kill you. You better hope you can shoot well or you're done for." The figure looks back at me and pulls the hammer back on his hand cannon, "Enough with the empty threats, just shut up and die." Not even a second later, there's a click and a gunshot rings out and I fall backwards. Before I completely lose consciousness I see the figure throw his weapon next to my body and hear him say something, "Farewell, Xyrox... It was a pleasure killing you." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So this is just a bit from my first shot at a fan fiction. Let me know what you guys think, and please give me any criticisms that could make it better. Thanks!