Something nagged at him, but what was it? Something he'd forgotten? It came to him all at once: He had nearly forgotten his own name. Keyes, Jacob. Captain. Service number 01928-19912-JK. The droning chant that had lurked at the edge of his awareness buzzed more loudly, and he felt some kind of pressure- some sense of anger. Why was he angry? No, something ELSE was angry . . . because he'd remembered his own name? Keyes, Jacob. Captain. Service number 01928-19912-JK. Where was he? How did he get here? He struggled to find the memory. He remembered parts of it now. There was a dark, alien room, hordes of some terrifying enemy, gunfire, then a stabbing pain . . . They must have captured him. That was it. This might be some new trick by the enemy. He'd give them nothing. He struggled to remember who the enemy was. He repeated the mantra in his head: Keyes, Jacob. Captain. Service number 01928-19912-JK. The buzzing pressure increased. He resisted, though he was unsure why. Something about the drone frightened him. The sense of invasion deepened. (This is an excerpt from the book "Halo: The Flood" as Keyes' mind is taken over by the flood. Pick it up, it's a good read.)
Yeah I definitely wanted to try this one out..It's taken me quite awhile but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out! It was a bit of trouble and I'm thinking my guardian angel helped me out on this one, LOL.