Philanthropy
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Category:
+M through R › Metal Gear
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,754
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Metal Gear, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two
Otacon: Sorry about this second chapter coming up so soon. You know, we just couldn't wait any longer.
We want reviews, that's what it is.
Otacon: Not that any of you would OR SHOULD mind us putting more chapters online.
Otacon: I'm gonna hack the site now. Maybe that'll work.
Thanks!
***
Two
There must be some charm about the battlefield, because he keeps running back to it, never finished. The balance good/evil never really steadies on the good side. And of course, it has to be where I met him.
Not that I knew where I was getting myself into. Before I knew it, he was inside my lab, defeating a man in a ninja suit, trying to convince me to go with him. Told me it was all a lie, all a trick. I didn’t know what to do. And even though he had just saved my life, he was armed. So I said it was alright, but I didn’t trust him one bit. It changed when I became aware of his mission. I knew what he was doing, but I didn’t know what tied one thing to another. I heard all sorts of things. ‘Liquid and I are clones.’ ‘Ocelot was torturing me.’ ‘Meryl is dead.’ ‘It’s a metal gear.’ ‘We have to get out of here, now. I’m coming to get you right now.’
Some man named Liquid followed us, and all of a sudden he died. By then I had stopped trying to understand what was happening there. He grabbed my hand and put me on a snow scooter. He told me his real name. Said it was David.
We had to keep going and going, because we didn't know where we would be able to get some rest. We ran out of fuel, so we got off and walked.
And my skinny body isn’t really built for snow. I lagged further and further behind. He didn’t wait for me at all. Why had he even bothered to rescue me, when he clearly wasn’t interested in my life at all? I was afraid I would fall, he wouldn’t notice and I would die. But when I fell, he was at my side in a second.
I was half in a dream when I fell. Almost unconscious, I guess. But when I felt his arms around me I woke up for a moment. I never would have expected him to carry me. And the look in his eyes. A burning wave warmed me for a minute or two. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t thank him. And he didn’t say a word, either. All I saw was white. And it changed all the time, to every colour imaginable. I saw white even when I closed my eyes.
I woke up in some sort of bunker. There were boilers and pipes with green text on them. I opened my eyes a little more and saw the small flash of a lighter. I noticed I was on a soft surface and there was cardboard covering me. It was strangely comfortable, so my eyelids fell again. My face was warmed by the glow of a small fire. My toes started to defrost.
‘Tell me about them.’
‘Huh?’ I had forgotten he was there.
‘The REX. That thing you’ve made.’
‘Oh…The REX.’
‘Do you know more about them? Heard you designed them.’
So, barely awake, I told him. I told him every single secret detail, until he knew everything. I didn’t care anymore. The company didn’t have power over me anymore. And even though I had watched him kill people, I never mistrusted him. This was the weirdest thing, because people I’d worked with had been killed by him. I don’t know. I was just tired. And I felt safe somehow. It was stupid, actually. My brain was half asleep. All I could reach were all those facts about the thing I had made.
He listened to me with his full attention, sitting by the fire, his face lit up by the flames. It made me nervous at some points. He made me feel ashamed of myself. I didn’t even remember the Hal who had made these nightmarish tanks, the more I told him. What the hell was I thinking, designing weapons of mass destruction? And that was before I had ever heard his view on the things and the ones making them. And when I was done talking, he smiled.
‘I’m glad I took you out of there. You never belonged there.’
I noticed I had forgotten his name. I collected every tiny bit of courage and asked him. He said it was Dave.
'Actually David, but you already started to 'Dave' me.'
‘Aren’t you cold?’
‘I can have it. You couldn’t.’
‘But don’t you want some rest? Should we switch places?’
‘You go to sleep now.’
‘But I wouldn’t want you to…’
‘Goodnight, Hal.’
A huge blush coloured my face, regardless of the cold.
***
Otacon: Oh yes, I remember it well.
Back when Snake was still young and reckless...And with young I mean not old...
Otacon: *evil glare*
As if I don't like him regardless of his age.
Otacon: Oh, it's okay then...
We want reviews, that's what it is.
Otacon: Not that any of you would OR SHOULD mind us putting more chapters online.
Otacon: I'm gonna hack the site now. Maybe that'll work.
Thanks!
***
Two
There must be some charm about the battlefield, because he keeps running back to it, never finished. The balance good/evil never really steadies on the good side. And of course, it has to be where I met him.
Not that I knew where I was getting myself into. Before I knew it, he was inside my lab, defeating a man in a ninja suit, trying to convince me to go with him. Told me it was all a lie, all a trick. I didn’t know what to do. And even though he had just saved my life, he was armed. So I said it was alright, but I didn’t trust him one bit. It changed when I became aware of his mission. I knew what he was doing, but I didn’t know what tied one thing to another. I heard all sorts of things. ‘Liquid and I are clones.’ ‘Ocelot was torturing me.’ ‘Meryl is dead.’ ‘It’s a metal gear.’ ‘We have to get out of here, now. I’m coming to get you right now.’
Some man named Liquid followed us, and all of a sudden he died. By then I had stopped trying to understand what was happening there. He grabbed my hand and put me on a snow scooter. He told me his real name. Said it was David.
We had to keep going and going, because we didn't know where we would be able to get some rest. We ran out of fuel, so we got off and walked.
And my skinny body isn’t really built for snow. I lagged further and further behind. He didn’t wait for me at all. Why had he even bothered to rescue me, when he clearly wasn’t interested in my life at all? I was afraid I would fall, he wouldn’t notice and I would die. But when I fell, he was at my side in a second.
I was half in a dream when I fell. Almost unconscious, I guess. But when I felt his arms around me I woke up for a moment. I never would have expected him to carry me. And the look in his eyes. A burning wave warmed me for a minute or two. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t thank him. And he didn’t say a word, either. All I saw was white. And it changed all the time, to every colour imaginable. I saw white even when I closed my eyes.
I woke up in some sort of bunker. There were boilers and pipes with green text on them. I opened my eyes a little more and saw the small flash of a lighter. I noticed I was on a soft surface and there was cardboard covering me. It was strangely comfortable, so my eyelids fell again. My face was warmed by the glow of a small fire. My toes started to defrost.
‘Tell me about them.’
‘Huh?’ I had forgotten he was there.
‘The REX. That thing you’ve made.’
‘Oh…The REX.’
‘Do you know more about them? Heard you designed them.’
So, barely awake, I told him. I told him every single secret detail, until he knew everything. I didn’t care anymore. The company didn’t have power over me anymore. And even though I had watched him kill people, I never mistrusted him. This was the weirdest thing, because people I’d worked with had been killed by him. I don’t know. I was just tired. And I felt safe somehow. It was stupid, actually. My brain was half asleep. All I could reach were all those facts about the thing I had made.
He listened to me with his full attention, sitting by the fire, his face lit up by the flames. It made me nervous at some points. He made me feel ashamed of myself. I didn’t even remember the Hal who had made these nightmarish tanks, the more I told him. What the hell was I thinking, designing weapons of mass destruction? And that was before I had ever heard his view on the things and the ones making them. And when I was done talking, he smiled.
‘I’m glad I took you out of there. You never belonged there.’
I noticed I had forgotten his name. I collected every tiny bit of courage and asked him. He said it was Dave.
'Actually David, but you already started to 'Dave' me.'
‘Aren’t you cold?’
‘I can have it. You couldn’t.’
‘But don’t you want some rest? Should we switch places?’
‘You go to sleep now.’
‘But I wouldn’t want you to…’
‘Goodnight, Hal.’
A huge blush coloured my face, regardless of the cold.
***
Otacon: Oh yes, I remember it well.
Back when Snake was still young and reckless...And with young I mean not old...
Otacon: *evil glare*
As if I don't like him regardless of his age.
Otacon: Oh, it's okay then...