Red vs. Blue Resurrection

Author: What's up guys? This is just a little something I made up here. Hope yall enjoy it. I would also like to point out that I do not own Red vs. Blue.

Prologue:

*Boom*

Was the sound of Sarge's shotgun as he fired it in the snowy mountain range.

Several of the scattered shotgun pellets hit directly on the side of the Meta's face. Unfortuntely, the Meta was too far out of range for the shotgun to do any real damge. Instead his shields did their job well by absorbing the hit.

The Meta quickly turned to face Sarge right when he called out, "Come here ya big son of a bitch!"

The Meta had lost his brute-shot during the previous fight, but that didn't stop him. He had taken several stab wounds from Tex's knife as well as taking a direct hit from Tucker's sword.

The two started to slowly approach eachother as Sarge continued to shoot the Meta with his shotgun.

Each blast lowered the Meta's shields until they were completely depleated.

But the Meta continued to advance on Sarge.

Both Grif and Simmons were watching the fight from a safe distance. "What is Sarge doing?" asked Grif. "Looks like he's killing himself." replied Simmons. "Oh, no!"

Right when Sarge was about to fire his last shot, the Meta easily slapped the shotgun out of his hand before reaching out and grabbing Sarge, by the neck, in a death grip.

Sarge then used the last of his breath to call out to Grif. "Hey Grif... I've lost my shotgun... What am I gonna do without... my shotgun?... Shotgun dammit!"

Grif seemed confused. "Shotgun?" He then looked over at the damaged warthog and saw that the tow cable lead over to Sarge. He then realized what Sarge was going to do. "C'mon Simmons." as the two ran over to the warthog.

Sarge let out several grunts before secretly attatching the tow hook, from the warthog, onto the Meta's chest. Now knowing that he had completed his mission, Sarge decided to taunt the Meta one last time.

"Hey Meta... Settle a bet would ya'. Does that thing kinda look like a 'Big Cat' to ya?" Sarge said as he nudged his head towards the warthog.

The Meta then turned his head towards the warthog to see both Grif and Simmons pushing the jeep towards the edge of the cliff.

"C'mon push, Grif!" yelled Simmons.

"I am pushing!" yelled back Grif.

The Meta then took notice of the tow line and followed it to his chest to see the tow hook latched right on to him.

Before the Meta could react Grif and Simmons had already pushed the jeep off the edge of the cliff. Thus causing the tow line to tighten up and pull the Meta to the ground.

The Meta lost his grip on Sarge as he hit the ground, as well as causing the A.I. unit to detatch from his back. He then started to slide straight towards the cliff while trying to find something to grab a hold of to keep him from falling off the cliff. But all that was around him was a thick blanket of snow.

When the Meta was about to reach the ledge, in a last ditch effort, was able to grab ahold of Grif's leg before he had a chance to escape.

"Grif!" yelled Simmons

"Simmons, grab my hand! Help!" cried out Grif.

Now both the Meta and Grif were sliding towards the ledge. But not before Simmons grabbed ahold of Grif's hand and freeing him from the Meta's grip. Grif was left hanging over the edge of the cliff while the Meta let out one last roar before falling straight for the freezing water below.

The Meta knew that the fall was iminate and braced himself for the extreme impact.

The warthog slammed straight into the water with a huge *Splash* followed by the Meta hitting the water with a smaller, yet still pretty big *Splash*.

The impact slightly put the Meta in a state of unconsciencsness. But he quickly recovered and found himself sinking even lower down below the freezing water.

He had to act fast. He then reached for the tow hook, still attatched to his chest, and quickly took it off him.

The Meta was now free from the sinking warthog and started to swim up to the surface.

Once he surfaced, he looked around for any signs of something to float on. Luckily, when Tex blew the cliff off, there were several icebergs floating around him. He then swam towards the largest one he could find and took refuge on it.

The Meta then found himself tired and in extreme pain. He suddenly fell on his back and looked up at the sky. He started to black out before hearing the sound of Grif screaming, "Oh for God's Sake, just look over the damn edge! I cant hold on for much longer!"

Author: Hope you guys like it so far. Please review. More chapters will be coming up soon.