"Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?"
-'Rose'

(Intro)

(0:00)

[Six stand in a sea of blue alien blood before the blood began to turn red]

(0:25)

[The image of friendship city is then before him as the image of death hovers over him as the reaper holds the scythe to reap the dead]

(0:45)

[The spartan III is ripping apart dark figures without mercy while it begins to rain blood]

(1:10)

[Looking forward to the main six he rushes forward Kuri knife in hand before the elements fire the power of friendship at him as he was thrown into the void]

(1:33)

[Six is then seen sitting on a rooftop sharping Emile's blade before looking into the blade seeing his face in the blade before cops break down the door to the roof as he sighs before placing his helmet on and then turns to the cops]

(1:56)

[He rushes at the cops as it fades to black with a pair of dog tags with the word six carved into it by a sharp object completely ruining the tags original print]

Six opened his eyes slowly as he was meet with the ceiling fan moving around slowly above his head as the familiar sight of his HUD greeted him. Moving up slowly six rose up from his bed, when did he fall asleep?

Didn't matter he at least earned a little shut-eye after nearly two weeks without rest and fighting off aliens non-stop that were hunting him down as if he was a fox in a fox hunt. Getting off the bed Six walked over to the bathroom as he pulled down the hood to the duster before turning on the light to the open sink. Turning on the water he reached and grabbed his Mark V(b) helmet and removed it placing it down on the sink before holding out his hand under the water. He threw the water on his face as the water help with the effects of just waking up but the moment he began to rub his face he felt something.

'What the hell?'

Confused Six held his face before looking up and the sight that he saw caused him to gasp in shock and take a step back.

...

Looking back at him from the mirror was the same dressed spartan III but his face? His face on the other hand was that of a canine. Reaching towards his face as he held his muzzle in shock before looking towards his hand, like a spell being lifted he saw that his hand was now clawed and less human and the gloved tops of the gloves were covered in metal claws. That made six wounder while he turned his head and lifted the back of his duster and sure enough there it was a tail connected to where a human tail bone would be, though it was covered slightly in a part of the nerve suit and was armored with a blade tip at the end.

Confused he held his short muzzle before turning towards his helmet it was unchanged still the same helmet he wore when he was a human than how was he able to wear it. Bring the helmet back over his head he placed it back on him but somehow the helmet slipped over his wolf-like muzzle with six remained fine.

Placing his hand over his faceplate and waved it around feeling nothing where his muzzle would be, confused six could still feel his muzzle under his helmet after realizing he had it.

Could this be death's work?

Why couldn't death have warned him about becoming a wolf-like creature before sending him here?

Also, how was his helmet holding his newly shaped head?

...

Death did say magic was in this world.

Could be something to do with that.

Still, Six looked up at his mirror image before exhaling turning he turned off the bathroom light and walked over to the bed looking at the alarm cloak.

'8:34 am? Fuck,'

His enteral cloak was fucked over from his last weeks on reach, didn't matter give him enough time and he'll straighten himself back out at least.

Going over to the ODST backpack and the large metal case that both were locked with an ID lock, placing his finger on the heavy metal case it popped open which he then lifted open. Six couldn't help but smile at the four weapons within the case, one of them wasn't his but it belonged to a spartan psychopath that six considered his brother.

Emile's modified shotgun was right before him along with three other weapons that were within the large case.

A standard UNSC grenade launcher, a custom assault rifle he had worked on during his final weeks on reach, and finally the sniper rifle that has been modified to six's specifications after learning a few things from Jun AKA noble 3 after the two went on that mission together.

Six reached to his side and pulled out Kat's magnum and placed it on the bed.

Good time to take inventory after all.

Those words of a British hero echoed through his mind that Six iodized during his training, the captain was responsible for hunting down a mad general and a Russian terrorist who caused WWIII.

Then he felt something else on his body and reached down and pulled it out, the small handle in his hand made six smiles, sure it was a covie weapon yet it was one of Six's favorites and this seemed to be the zealot pattern blade he looted off during his first mission with noble team. It wasn't much but Six was glad that death gave him these weapons sure they weren't a rocket launcher or a plasma carbine these would work out just fine by Six.

Closing the case Six turned to the ODST backpack as he opened it with another ID locking system.

Some shape charges, with an extra unit of bio-foam, some more money, and backup ammo just in case.

Six hummed before placing the ODST pack on his back since it was lighter than the case which was so damn heavy for most humans to carry but not him. Leaving these weapons here was not a very smart move then again the thing would require four or more people to carry it through Six still didn't take any chance and placed it under the bed. Grabbing Kat's sidearm he exited his room and went out to get something to eat lord knows how hungry he war right about now.

(Light n bright diner)

Six entered what seemed to be an old fashion looking dinner where a healthy amount of customers were inside eating as Six went over to a booth and sat down. A waitress went over and smiled as the griffin female spoke.

"Here you go sir," She spoke. "I've never seen you around you new?"

"Yes came into town yesterday," The spartan III told her.

"Here for any reason? Parents or something?" The griffin asked.

"Actually I got lost," This caused the waitress to blink.

"Oh? Well... it's none of my business would you like some coffee? We have a fresh pot,"

"No thank you,"

"Well, we got milk and freshly squeezed orange juice," The waitress asked.

"I'll take the juice," Six spoke.

She nodded before going to get the drink as Six looked at the menu as he looked at the civilian-based food that he hadn't touched ever since he was a kid. He missed his grandfather's pancake so much along, Six's dad and his younger self tried and failed to recreate the pancakes but still the memory was a nice one to say the least. They might not be the same as his grandfather's but Six has longed for to try out the human classic breakfast food and maybe cheat a little.

"Here you go darling," The griffin said placing his drink down before pulling out a note pad. "So did you figure out what you're having?"

Six nodded.

"I'll take a single chocolate chip pancake please," Six said knowing he had to save his bits.

"Just one? Are you sure," Six nodded.

The griffin wrote down his order before going over the to the kitchen causing Six turned his head out the window seeing the busy street of the city with many yellow taxi cabs going around. Six was always a city kid when he was little though he liked to be in the urban areas more than often and before the alien bastards fucked up his life he always liked being in a small house or apartment nothing too big less space to clean and more time to himself.

Well, that was before the day it all went to hell.

He was with his dad at the time, Six was playing a classic video game series on his play station 22 in his room in the apartment building of his father and stepmother. Then he heard it, the sirens, Six remembered he nearly jumped at the sound while fighting the final boss in the mountain vault of the thief's family. He opened the window to see it...

The ships darken the sky above him as Six's blood froze, he knew who they were and he was terrified, his dad who was a police detective had just gotten off work burst into his room and grabbed the nine-year-old. His step-mother had just to work when his father got home but still Six remembered his dad's worried face as they left the apartment and got into his car and the two went straight for the station. His dad had him in the back with one of his spare vests covering him as the two zoomed though the streets, Six wasn't allowed to stand up he didn't want to as he could hear the screams of the people outside and the roars of the aliens.

Upon making it to the station young six was placed into a far room where he would stay for the new two days and he was told not to open the door for anyone except his father or one of the officers. Six stayed in the dark for so long the light scared him every single time before the third day where his dad came in dressed in full body armor grabbed him as the entire building had become a blood bath. Plasma burns and blood stained the walls and dead officers, civilians, and UNSC marines were dead it was a nightmare that Six could feel having burned into his mind.

Upon getting to the roof Six's father set him down behind an AC unit as marines and officers fought off Covent forces surrounding the station. Six was so scared he held his ears from the gunshots and closed his eyes terrified of what was going to happen to him but then those bastards showed up. The elite rangers dropping down upon them, Six watched those officers he knew were killed by the aliens and then his father.

Six screamed seeing his father being shot in the chest by a energy crystal from one of the alien's rifles causing him to fall over dead. He should have died too but then again he was... in a way, when he looked up to see the rangers who killed his father stand up over him Six was covered his father's blood and tears filled his eyes as the blank helmet of the elite stared back.

The alien just stared at him when Six asked him the question.

'why?'

He wasn't going to answer for he pointed his weapon at him, Six was going to join his father if those ODSTs to show up were fast quickly neutralizing the rangers with their weapons. When the final Elite fell to the ground the ODSTs began to see who else survived, it was only Six that was left he was the sole survivor of this place. One of the ODSTs didn't want to help Six since he would only 'slow them down' but the team leader didn't care and took Six telling him what his father told him when the invasion began.

"It was going to be OK,"

...

"Here you go," Six snapped out of it while a plate was placed before him as he smiled.

"Thank you,"

"No problem," The watress smiled. "Enjoy your meal,"

Six watched the Waitress walk over to another booth allowing Six to remove his helmet and place in next to him close to the wall of the booth. Grabbing the knife and fork six began to eat as the sweet flavor of the chocolate entered his mouth and the fluffy pancake, adding syrup to this would ruin how good it tasted.

The spartan wanted to enjoy this meal since the meals he had for the past 20 years was nothing but ready to eat meals and if he could eat at all. If ONI didn't have him in cryo between missions first he wouldn't got the chance to eat at all, every time he would wake from cryo he would only have a bottle of water before going out on the mission and then back to cryo.

ONI planned on having Six around for a long while, it was a blessing that when he joined noble team on reach since for nearly the first time in many years he was out of cryo more than a few days. For someone his age, he still looked to be either 18 or in his early 20s though that didn't matter with him now looking all wolf like now did it?

Now that he thinks about it kinda reminds him of that grimdark series with that one blue skin alien that after every mission like him she would be placed in stasis.

Six smiled as he drank his juice after finishing his pancake, the juice was so much better than the powder drinks he had with an MRE. Emile would joke about how the UNSC would recycle the skins of the oranges and grind them into a powder for the drinks of the MREs.

Heh... he missed them.

Jorge he missed the most, the only spartan II of the team ironically Jorge was the most human of them all and if it wasn't for Jorge, Six would still be the cold hearted spartan that he was before joining Noble team.

Holding noble five's tags in his hand noble six gave a sad sigh knowing that Jorge gave his life thinking he saved his homeworld only for it to be invane. Six should have asked Death if he could at least let Noble five be with him hopefully the large spartan would at least help Six out right now due to his lack of social skills and unstable mental state. Placing the tags back in his soft bag Six placed his helmet back on but the moment he did he noticed something.

A large red dot was coming by, confused six turned outside to see a car passing by but six's drugged brain began to speed up his perception as he saw the car drive by and out from the back door with an explosive weapon that was oddly similar to an old human Russian launcher. The rocket was fired as Six quickly sprang into action his survivor instances kicking in as he threw himself out the window as the diner roared into the fire as the remaining windows were blasted out.

Landing down Six turned to see the car drive away as Six got up, this caused the car to turn around and stop before drinking back down the round as this time a 'pony' and a feline got out from the other side of the car and point their weapons down at him while the driver and back passage pointed out their weapons at him. Six was about to jump forward and bring himself down on the car but stopped upon seeing a female rodent with a shopping bag and her child holding the parent's hand.

Jorge's personally had rubbed off on Noble six causing him to throw himself over the woman and child using himself as a shield as the bullets began to fly. Luckily his armor plus the on board shielding protected six from the small-caliber 9mm rounds from the weapons, the child screamed as the bullets flew but six held onto them for dear life. While the car drove away Six let them go turning around seeing the car drive off as his photo memory began to take in every detail of the car including the plate numbers. He then turned to the woman and child before speaking.

"Are you alright ma'am?" The woman froze before going to her child.

"Sweetie are you alright? Are you hurt?" The child mouse shook her head.

"I'm alright mama,"

The woman turned her head towards the spartan.

"I can't thank you enough sir you were willing to give your life for us," She said as the spartan nodded.

"Guess you can thank my brother for that," Six stated confusing the woman but the spartan III turned towards the burning diner.

No one could have survived that as Six watched as the griffin's feaders began to float down causing Six to sigh.

"At least I save someone," Six sighed.

"There was nothing you could do," The mother told six.

"Maybe,"

Six then turned to leave knowing more died because of him but before he could leave the woman gasped.

"Your back!" Right... his coat wasn't bulletproof.

Noble six then turned.

"Don't worry ma'am I'm wearing something under my duster," But this caused the woman to speak.

"Doesn't matter if your wearing a vest you need to be treated," The woman spoke as she grabbed his hand pulling him. "Come on we have a doctor at the house,"

This confused six as he was grabbed being pulled by the rodent woman allowed her to take him to her home.

(Later)

'THIS IS HER HOME!?'

When six first saw the two sure they were nicely dressed but this?! GOOD LORD! This place was a freaking mansion! Ripped right out of the earth during the 1950s this palace was so expressive it had to worth half of Six's paycheck

(Spartans were actually paid if you didn't know and it was a LOT!)

Going to the gate where private security in full body armor were there at the gate and at first, they were confused why the 'boss's a kid' as six heard brought him into her home. Six first though it was the child mouse it turns out the mother was 'the kid' Six had been to a mansion once to meet an ONI member face-to-face for a meeting it was in the dark of the night and his mind was sent to get in and out for the meeting.

This place was quite the sight and when they entered the mansion was very amazing, with exotic rugs, expressive-looking paintings, and butlers and maids. Six didn't know what to think but were stopped by a Bat-like Equine in a black tux with a red dress shirt.

"Weapons sir,"

Six looked at them knowing he was a guest in this woman home as the mother seemed to be slightly angry with the guard as the spartan III agreed to give his weapons. His knife, Emile's Kukri, and Kat's magnum but he kept the energy sword just in case after giving them the weapons the mother looked at the military-style weapons and looked at Six as if in thought. Being guide into a large office room that made six freeze, this had to be somekind of gang family house.

'Oh... shit...'

"Grandpa!" The mouse squealed as she rushed to a old looking rat who smiled upon seeing the kid.

"AH! How's my sweet baby girl doing?" The rat said with a smile as his daughter from what six could guess walked over.

"She's doing well after what happened," The daughter told her father as the rat looked up.

"What?"

"We were almost killed dad," This caused the rat to look at his daughter as he spoke to the mouse girl. "Sweetie why don't you go to your room,"

The little girl whined but did so before waving to Six.

"Bye mister thank you for saving me," Six waved back as the door to the room was shut as the Rat boss held his hands while his daughter began to whisper what happened into his ear.

Six stood there not moving as the boss nodded before looking at the ONI agent with a blank expression.

"You saved my daughter and my grand daughter from a hit and run correctly?"

"Yes sir,"

"Why?" The rat boss asked. "Why did you protect them? To get close to me to try and-"

"DAD!"

"What?" The mod boss turned to his daughter wasn't happy.

"He saved Hope and myself doesn't that matter?"

"Sweetie you know we have to be careful our business is dangerous and we have to be careful with who we trust," Six rubbed the back of his neck as he pointed to the door.

"I can leave if you want,"

"No please we still need to make sure you weren't hurt," The daughter spoke.

"Its quite alright I'm fine I've been though worse," Six stated.

Six began to leave but the rat boss spoke.

"My daughter tells me you a soldier," Six stopped his hand on the door. "And something about a brother of yours,"

The rat boss spoke.

"Please come back let us start over," The rat boss told six and he knew not to piss this guy off knowing he didn't want to make sure a powerful enemy, doing so the rat held out his hand to the chair. "Sorry about what I said before you can't be too sure about what happens around her,"

Six nodded.

"It's fine sir," Six carefully sat down in the chair and to his surprise it didn't break off his extremely heavy armor.

"What's your name son?" The rat boss asked. "I would like to know the name who saved my daughter's life,"

Six closed his eyes its been so long since he heard his birth name but the many code names he has been giving six's memory was seemly washed out from mind of his old name and his current one he needs to keep...

For them.

For their memory.

"My name is Six," The rat boss blinked.

"That's your name?" He asked as six spoke.

"It's the only name I have left," Six told him. "Its been so long since I heard my birth name,"

The two along with the two large bodyguards blinked in surprise as Six reached to his hood pulling it down as the group saw his military helmet covering his head before he reached to removed it. The hissing of air as the vacuum seal was broken causing the daughter to gasp seeing the scared face of the spartan while how young he looked.

No one dare speak as the rat boss held his head before sighing.

"I only heard rumors," Six was confused as the Rat boss kept going. "That monster queen kidnapping orphan children to be used as soldiers. I thought it was just a story but... here you are,"

'What is he talking about,'

"Another reason why Twilight is far from the perfect leader... child soldiers... Gah," The rat boss sighed. "But I can't do anything about that,"

Six didn't say a word.

"Guess not," The rat boss then got up. "You had a brother you said? Was he like you?"

Six nodded.

"Yeah but we weren't by blood," Six stated.

The rat boss smiled slightly.

"Bonds forged in war are powerful," The rat said before speaking. "I was a soldier too once upon a time during the 'friendship' war where that bitch thought that every nation needed to be under a single banner was drafted into that damn war. I was young but here you are far younger used to fight that damn war correct?"

Six didn't speak.

"What was his name?"

"Jorge," Six stated.

"Any others you knew?"

"Emile, Kat, Carder, and Jun," Six named the remaining members of noble team.

"Are they... gone?"

Six nodded.

"Sorry for you loss son,"

"Thank you,"

The rat boss then spoke.

"How you escape?" Six looked up.

"Who said I did?" Six spoke. "They left me behind,"

In a way Six wasn't lying but at the same time he was.

The rat boss held his arms crossed.

"Well, then son," The rat boss began. "Would you want to get revenge on the ones who caused you so much pain?"

Six looked up at the boss before he spoke.

"How would you like a place in the family?"

Author's Note

4,000+ words...

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Whatever...

Like it or don't its a free country after all.

People are going to complain why my story isn't anything like mlp.

I also added a intro because I wanted to... what you guys think of that? Should have I used a different song or something?