When i awoke, it was to the banging of drums like pain in my head, and the soft hum of the purple walls around my cell. How i ended up here, i could barely remember. I think....i remember seeing some kind of bootleg bigfoot thing dragging me towards a purple ship of some kind that was....floating?

How long i spent in that cell gathering my thoughts, must have been hours, but eventually the pain in my head faded enough for me to think without my head feeling like someone was taking a warthog derby to it. I look towards the faint white-ish light coming from the Bars from my cell, and only now did I notice the chattering and grunting of what must assume to have been other...creatures....that were in different cells than I.

I take a minute to gather myself and my thoughts. I take stock of my surroundings, and it doesnt take long for me to guess that I was
A-captured by the covenant. Not hard to guess, considering that i dont think the UNSC or the Innie's, for that matter, built all there shit purple. And the most important part....
B-I am most definitely fucked. The Covenant almost never took prisoners, and when they did, they never escaped.

But what would the covenant even want with ME, of all people? Im not anyone important, not even close. Hell, im just a simple Cutter operator, working in a industry that im honestly surprised is still in business. But im snapped out of my thoughts to a quiet hissing noise in the cell across from me, and too my amazement, it was a human. Only, this guy was still in his Marine Armor, minus his weapons.

And he was already dead.

As i tried to bring myself back away from the bars of my cell, the faint thumping of heavy footsteps grew closer, and while I hadnt known it yet, it was coming close to where I was fast. As the thumps made there crescendo, a red colored Elite, followed by 2 jackals and a grunt, who was barely even straggling behind them, as they fired their weapons at something behind them. Even being from a different species entirely, I could tell from the looks on their faces as they ran by that something scared the hell out of them, and if something was scaring THEM, god knows what it could be.

And then, the most terrifying demonic screech come from far down the halls from whence they came, and i prayed that whatever made that noise wouldn't be able to get into my cell, or anyone else's, for that matter. The chattering in the cells went dead silent, save for the grunt who tripped over what seemed like nothing, and landed flat Infront of the bars of my cell. i shuddered back from the bars, and hopped the grunt wouldnt try to open the bars to my cell and throw me at...WHATEVER....it was running from.

But the grunt didnt even get the chance to lift itself from the ground, as a tendril tore through the back of its Methane tank, and out the front of its ribs, and was slowly lifted into the air. And i finally saw what those jackals and Elite were running from. Some kind of amalgamation of broken bone, flesh, and what vaguely had the appearance of a Elite, tho it was far from what it should look like. Some kind of reddish....things...were coming from this things chest, one of its arms was a long tendril, with the body of the grunt mid way up it, the other arm normal, spare a tiny tendril sticking out from where the mid-upper arm would be on a human, and the head of this, whatever this creature is, was at a impossible angle, that no living creature would still be alive at.

And the lobsided "head" of this thing, was looking right at me.

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writers section
so, this is my first try at writing a story set in the halo universe, and a horror story at that. Like with my previous stories, criticism is always welcome, just dont be a jerk about it.
And to answer the question before its asked, im planning on making this at least 3 parts long, maybe longer, depending on writers block and whatnot. Hope you enjoyed, and i look foward to more