I would like everyone to know, I have no idea if the word "Prophetic" is even a word. And I bet it isn't.

Chap. 2 The Prophetic Dream

The Master Chief immediately went to bed after returning from his mission. He was exhausted. All he needed was some well earned rest. . . .

XXX

The Chief could hear a voice. A woman's voice. It sounded familiar, yet not.

Who are you?

The woman appeared in front of him. He knew her, yet he just couldn't put his finger on it. Her hair was shoulder length, and cut in an A-line. She was, obviously, a hologram.

"Hello, John."

Cortana?

"I've missed you."

The smiling figure soon turned into one that appeared full of nothing but hate.

C-Cortana?

She soon started to change form. The necked snapped and was now in an odd angle, the arms turned into tentacles, and the body became a pus filled figure.

The lovely, welcome image of Cortana was now a gruesome Combat Form.

Oh my, God!

The creature then began slashing at him, relentlessly.

And, for some reason, his legs wouldn't work, he couldn't run away, or call out for help.

Then, yet again, it started to change its appearance. The neck was still snapped, but it changed into. . .him. The chest-plate on the left side was pushed out, making an observer see the infecter and the semi-beating heart. The reflective visor was now seriously cracked.

"How could you let this happen to me?"

What?

"You let jealousy blind you."

My jealousy of what?

"How could you let it happen!"

The Flood form of himself started screaming and atacking him mercilessly.

"You let jealous rage blind common sense!"

Of who? Tell me!

"How could you!"

"Chief! Chief, wake up!"

"How could you let this happen!

"Chief!"

"How!"

"How!"

"Chief!"

The Chief screamed as he bolted upright in his bed, which was currently surrounded by several Marines.

"Are you okay, sir?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," His voice was shaking, making it hard for the Marines to believe him.

"You sure? You've been screaming for help for about the last fifteen minutes."

"No, I'm okay." He'd finally got his voice under control, making the shaking stop.

"Okay, sir, I guess we'll be going then," The Marines dissipated, going back to bed.

The Chief himself laid back down, covering his face with his pillow. He'd never been so scared in his life. To see himself infected.