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Everything was black, pitch black. Empty to be sure. There was no wind, no temperature, no color, shape, or air. Just an emptiness. My body felt like it was floating, till I felt a tug.

It held my entire body and put me down. The ground felt rough, yet it held no texture. Shapes and forms began to surround me to shape a room. Then, something formed around my body, and my vision had yellow forms on it. I was wearing a helmet that had holographic shapes that were also yellow, blending into the background.

Looking some more, I noticed a cold that had settled on my skin. Then a suit covered me, helping with the cold, but it wasn't enough. The walls and ceilings had gained a light purple hexagonal pattern on them. Everything was still empty and mostly black, but it began filling up.

Something grabbed my helmet and forced off of my head, twisting my head in an uncomfortable position. My neck began hurting as tall shadows began speaking in a garbled language. They were tall and had the same shadowy color as the blackness I've seen before.

One picked me up. My body didn't move at all. My muscles had gone limp while I began trying to force them to move. It had pulled me over its shoulder and went out of the room. A minute passed with me just staring at the familiar architecture and patterns that were on the walls with large protrusions coming out of it.

The pain in my neck began to swell, and I was swung onto another floor. This time, an ice cold feeling pierced my suit, making me chitter as my body couldn't handle it.

My body was swung up unto an familiar wall. A feeling of dread and fear filled my mind. All of a sudden, a sharp pain jolted into my body. I had been punched. The black mass had begun shouting in its garbled language. After the fifth punch, the area exploded in color.

I recognized it as a covenant torture room. Each wall was curved and had the same purple hexagons on them. The only difference was the amount of blood on them, and a large machine with a long chord hanging off of its side.

The being was still an unrecognizable black mass. Its arm reached for the hanging chord on the unknown machine and pulled it towards me. Its arm raised the chord to my chest, and a blue bolt of electricity pulsed onto my body. All oxygen in my body had left as I closed my eyes and screamed.

I screamed for anything. An end, perhaps? Or the possibility of having someone save me. The pain didn't leave as it forced my eyes open. In front of me was an elite, or sangheli. A tall being that had a slightly slouched posture, four jaws with a gaping maw, and a double-jointed leg. It had worn a blue armor with neon blue lights flickering on it.

An elite beside it, wearing a golden yellow armor with a horn on top, raised its triple fingered hand. The other, who I believe to be a "minor", stopped the pain and stepped aside. The yellow one had walked up to me and spoke in a more intelligible alien language.

I felt my mouth move on Its own, "Piss off, split lips. You killed everyone, just finish me off too." It had grinned to the best of its ability while speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. It lifted its arm again, rearing back and clenched its hand. My vision was filled with the Elites fist, and suddenly was filled with another black.

I was back in an empty void.