Halo: The Unchained

Going to summer camp was just about the worst decision Ryan Winters had ever made. Spending three months around a bunch of idiots who thought "tru dat" was correct grammar was certainly not his idea of a good time. But, according to his adoptive mother, he wasn't good enough at pretending to not be a mutant. So, there he was, trying to spend more time with the human persons so he could learn how to be a human person. There was only one problem:

Jared Hall.

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**This story is currently undergoing some editing, all unedited chapters have been unpublished :)**

***This is a Seven Realms Novel. For More Seven Realms fun, please read The Forest of Eyes and Shadows and The Marked Series***

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Summary

Going to summer camp was just about the worst decision Ryan Winters had ever made. Spending three months around a bunch of idiots who thought "tru dat" was correct grammar was certainly not his idea of a good time. But, according to his adoptive mother, he wasn't good enough at pretending to not be a mutant. So, there he was, trying to spend more time with the human persons so he could learn how to be a human person. There was only one problem:

Jared Hall.

Ryan's alter-ego, in a way. Maybe a past life would be a more accurate a term. After spending 7 years trying to erase his past as Jared, the world's very first mutant, Ryan had grown comfortable in his normal, human life. He had even let his guard down a little. Life as a runaway mutant-in-hiding had never been easy, but it would be a lie to say that Ryan hadn't grown a little cocky. Careless, even. So, when an unlikely person discovers Ryan's secret, claiming that Ryan is destined to save the world, Ryan's life is turned completely upside-down.  Now, Ryan had never been the type to believe in destiny.

Little did he know, all it would take was an extradimensional messenger, an idiot jock, and a giant robot from hell to prove Ryan very, very wrong.

 

 

Teaser

It was starting to dawn on me that I had made a grave mistake.  Worse than when I sat down at that damned campfire and dared to bring up that stupid Jared Hall case.  Worse than when I snuck out of my room in the middle of the night to steal leftover food.  Probably even worse than when I chose to even come to Camp Morning Star in the first place (I know, I know. 'Morning Star' should have been my first clue).  In the span of only a couple of minutes, the entire fake life I had made for myself crumbled.

I sat in the large, intrusive tent marked "INTERROGATIONS" waiting for my death to come.  I couldn't bear to tear my eyes away from the clock, watching the second-hand tick excruciatingly slow.  My legs bounced restlessly beneath me.  A couple of the cops stared at me like I was some sort of mystery meat from the camp cafeteria.  You would think that they would be a little bit more grateful.  After all, I had just saved the lives of everyone in the whole camp. Not that Mr. High and Mighty Police Chief Steve cared.  He was probably going to throw me in jail.  Or give me over to a lab for painful, painful experiments.  Or worse.

Call my mom.

If I was being completely honest, almost getting crushed by a mysterious giant robot and exposing myself to (most) of the senior class— plus a good-sized chunk of the local police force— was not how I had pictured summer vacation. Really, I should have known better. Looking back, I almost wish I had let the giant whatever-it-was crush me.  If it had, I wouldn't have to face Steve— worse, my mom.  It had all happened so quickly; I could hardly remember how it had happened in the first place. How had it happened?

We were in the cafeteria.  I was with Josh— resident idiot jock, my ex-best friend and, unfortunately for me, my cabin mate— and the others.  They were trying to convince me to join their merry band of mutant freaks— not exactly my idea of a fun time.  As awesome as it was to know I wasn't the only winged genetic mistake in existence, running around with a bunch of 16-year-olds in tights like some fucked up vigilantes with questionable morals and horrifying backstories wasn't my big life goal.

It was October who started it all.  I admit, I once thought him to be the strangest, weirdest, and most mysterious of all the Goths.  It came as quite a big shock when he revealed himself as a fellow mutant— especially one who had made it his personal mission to save the entire planet from God knows what.  Well, I guess we do know what.  Giant robots from hell.

Nevertheless, he hadn't struck me as the type to be all for helping people— actually, the amount of time he spent thinking and talking about death was rather disturbing, and after that chainsaw massacre story he told at the campfire the first night, I was sure he needed some serious psychological help.  But, for whatever reason, he had Josh and Gigi convinced that all of us mutants— though very few in numbers— had been put on the planet for a greater purpose.  One that involved saving all of humanity, or some cliché bull shit like that. The best part?

He claimed I was supposed to be their leader.

That's why they were all there, trying to convince me to join their little group. They wanted me to lead them into some epic battle for survival that we weren't even 100% sure was going to happen. That's when I noticed the Earth vibrating beneath us.

It was some Jurassic Park level shit.

The Unchained, Book 1 of Halo, coming soon 

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