The Sinful Legacy of NAnOMachInes

Gunshots rang out. Grenades exploded. Men screamed. A tank hummed as it rolled along. All this, she saw and heard from the perfect hiding place. She laid low to the ground, wind kicking soot in her face. She never flinched. It mingeld in with the countless months of muck and grime that already sullied her visage. Her near-naked bosom pressed into the cracked pavement. The ripped and tattered rags she wore barely counted as clothes with how little they covered, and she scurried deeper back as she saw a platoon marching down the street. Foot after foot, step by step, their guns at the ready to shoot any obstacle on sight. Despite her tenseness, she had every confidence she would be safe. Safe, here among the dirt, the scum, the trash.

Safe in her home.

She kept a sharp eye on the soldiers as her thoughts bubbled to the surface. Did she have a name? Where did she come from? Were those people, the ones she dreamt of. Were they her...

No, they couldn't be. She'd lived in alleys all her life. Rats didn't have names. They slipped through the cracks like good, safe vermin, tucked away from the cruelties of men and living off their filth.

She locked up. Footsteps. She clamped her eyes shut tight, willing the threat away in her imagination. Those footsteps, they were walking the other way, right? Nothing to see in this alley, nothing at all. No soldier would mess with a rat among rats. No soldier-

"What do we have here?"

The man's growling voice broke her out of the marvelous fantasy before her prone, nude body scraping on the pavement could. Her breasts bounced free of her torn shirt as the man held her up by her neck. Her feet dangled inches above the ground while she was forced face to face with the man. His grip threatened to choke her the life out of her as it tightened. The man held her out like a souvenir or a prize to show off to his fellow soldiers as she squirmed.

"Looks like I found a rat. What do you guys think? Should we play with it before we do our civic duty? We might as well have some fun if we aren't getting paid to clean the streets of this trash."

She felt small as the man poked around the hair of her no-no spot and shifted a digit inside. She kicked, and kicked, the man mocking her with his incessant probing. She curled her legs in, and as the soldier carried her toward the jeep, she cried out.

"Noooo

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OOOOOOOOOoooohhh." Naomi writhed on the table, body overwhelmed with sensations that crawled over her flesh and beat rapidly from inside looking for a way to get out. Her head tossed side to side in her exuberant moaning while her thighs slicked with her juices. If not for the restraints on her legs and arms, she would have burst from the table. Coated in layers of spunk and blood, her torso popped up away from the diagonal slab, light sprinkling on her tainted features.

"This is the new Beast?" Screaming Mantis floated down through an opening from above. The dolls joined at her sides, mech arms waving around gently. She hovered in front of her newest toy, caressing the other woman's short black hair, taking in her nudity. Both dark nipples peeked out like small thimble caps, a layer of sweat soaking into the the new Beast's dirtied flesh in such a way to bring out the aroma of her weeks long journey to Shadow Moses Island.

"When will she be ready?" Liquid Ocelot asked. "My brother could arrive any day."

"Paaatience." Screaming Mantis' helmet floated off her head, freeing to the visual sight of what she only had the chance to savor in her mind. Her eyes peered deep at the crease in Naomi's eyebrows and the drop of her jaw, reading her thoughts past them. The story still played in this doll's mind, re-educating her to its new reality. This would be the last session, the firmament stabilized and waiting for the final fixed layer. Hand extended, she unlatched the straps that held her playmate at bay and passed a ball of orange energy into Naomi.

"Awake, Moaning Rat."

With a final groan, Naomi's eyes fluttered open. She looked into the eyes of her leader, her savior, that made her body float nearer and nearer until their lips locked in passionate struggle. Her thoughts went to the brewing love between them, her emotions turning to a frenzy of lust for the other woman that grew only stronger as they kept contact. They rose higher into the chamber as if dancing on air, and it left an ache when Screaming Mantis split and made her glide away.

"Moaning Rat, are you ready to be reborn as a true Beast?"

"Oooooh yeeeess."

Within seconds of saying this, Naomi felt something brush her legs. A glance downward revealed its source. The tight, black and grey suit wormed its way up from her legs, wrapping across her like a second skin. It stretched snugly and creased into her every nook and cranny flawlessly. The central seam sealed together and up to her neck, the wires falling to rest naturally down her back and off her limbs. She felt like she would squeak at the slightest movement, but it fit so well that every motion made her suit flex and shift naturally.

"Mmm... yes," Screaming Mantis intoned, and raising her hand, she did something her new doll never expected. The imprint of hands rose up over Naomi's breasts, another at her ass and a final at her mound. As the new and coming Beast thrashed in the air wildly, Screaming Mantis read her mind and motions like a chart. Everything had gone to plan. The suit's nano battery reserves kept her vitals from moving past her frail human body's tolerance to the surge of hormones. She maintained the rough probing of Naomi's body, the mental hands working her will. She watched the doll's knees bend inward as a fake finger probed her cunt, and her ass sucked in as another prodded her anus. The outline of a moan on the doll's lips told Screaming Mantis of a sound she kept trying to evoke, a sound that pressed against the wall of screams, never quite breaching the barrier.

She could still pick up the shift from orgasmic delight to abrasive agony when the plugsuit's nano battery reserves began to give out. The weave to dependence was complete, Naomi's B&B nanos at full strength.

"Let us see." Screaming Mantis said. Pieces of metal floated from the sides of the room, circling the moaning doll. "Let us see what kind of Rat you become!"

She dug deep into Naomi's creative mind, setting its processes to the task. The continual feed of usable resources pulled out a model of the Rat's Beast mech that Screaming Mantis pieced together with ease. Plugs clicked and snapped into place, the main suit altering slightly and the metal remolding to its unique fashion. Every piece strapped on, melded or fit where it belonged, Naomi's mind guiding Screaming Mantis to the path of perfection.

Naomi moaned approval as she plummeted to the steel floor on hands and knees, tail swishing about.

Liquid Ocelot walked around the new addition, admiring the craftwork of the B&B Corps.' leader. "Nice work." His compliment to Screaming Mantis was short, his sights set again on the Beast. "Now, my filthy little rodent, go! It's time for you to give my brother the warm welcome he deserves."

At his beck and call, she bounded out the door and down the hall, her mind fixed on her one true objective: Solid Snake.

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Snaked groaned as he looked at the screen of the laptop in his hands. The mechanical monstrosity that Liquid promised in Europe was a reality.

Introducing a new addition to the B&B Corps. His eyes jumped down below the photo. Moaning Rat.

He couldn't stomach the photo until minutes after he read the announcement, his mind unwilling to accept that THIS was Naomi. She posed for the camera on all fours, knees tucked in at the sides and arms holding her up. Her body encased in a brand new exoskeleton, her clawed hands and feet bore three razor sharp extensions each. Her mechanical tail, black and grey like the rest of the colors of her suit, bore a tail protruding from her ass where the tailbone ended, its position suspended in the air with a slight curve revealing in no uncertain terms that it had functionality. Her helmet covered her eyes, the protrusions on its sides suggesting the start of two lopped off ears. The final touch was what made the photograph so intolerable: a grin. A wide, brimming, lustful grin showed on her face, the helmet shaped just so to accommodate the wearer's human nose and obscure it from view.

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"Hop on, Snake. I'll send her up."

Holstering his gun, Snake took two steps toward the Metal Gear Mk. III when a rustle in the debris to his left made him pause. Senses heightened, he reached for his weapon too late as a black-grey blur of motion shot out and rammed him full force. Struck hard at his chest, he soared and slid to the stairs, grasping onto one and only one thing that made sense in the confusion of movement.

A moan.

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Solid Snake tumbled down the stairs and rolled onto a metal walkway. Groaning the ache in his muscles, he stood and injected himself with another shot of his syringe, his body stabilizing and psyche replenishing to full. The ditch beside him reeked, forcing coughs and sputters.

"Snake," Otacon spoke through the Mk. III. "Equip the mask. The mask can block out foul odors like the stagnant water in that drainage ditch."

Snake clamped a hand over his mouth and acted quickly on Otacon's reminder, freeing the mask from its pouch. Lifting the facecamo momentarily, he securely wrapped it down and breathed easier.

"Snake," Otacon chimed in again.
"Yeah Otacon?"
"Please. Rescue Naomi. She's a good woman and a brilliant scientist. She shouldn't be remembered as... as..."

He could hear the sniffles from the audio relay. "Alright Otacon. I'll do what I can."

Switching on the night vision of his Solid Eye, he scoped out the location. He barely got his bearings when he heard shouts and screams. This didn't last long, the erotic moans of a woman snuffing them out. Snake walked slowly to the end and looked around the corner.

His jaw dropped when he saw the hunched-over figure, exactly the same as what he found on the B&B website. He watched the Beast thrust forward and back on the pinned soldier, tail wagging and rolling playfully and, to his horror, naturally.

"Get off! Get off of me!" the soldier cried, struggling in vain under the Beast.
"What's wrong?" she answered in her distorted voice. "Don't you want to have sex with a rat whore?"

Roughly, Moaning Rat forced her hips down on the man, the Solid Eye showing the details of their coupling very explicitly. An opening at her vagina left her able to mount the soldier, the armor at her chest similarly exposed for her mid-size breasts to hang down. Her darker nipples poked out obscenely to exaggerate the visual of her breasts' sway, a view only permissible by the light-enhancing effects of night vision. Her natural all-fours stance had her almost on top of her unwilling partner, the arms and legs of her suit churning her motions double their natural strength.

Moaning Rat rammed herself faster and deeper on the soldier's cock. So fast, in fact, that a few lone minutes made him shudder as cum spewed into the furthest reaches of the Beast's womb.

"Uhhhn... yes, yes, YES!" Moaning Rat's outbursts grew hot and ragged, loudly proclaiming her crazed lust. "Fill me! Fill my cunt! Make me MOOOAAAN!" Feverishly, she pushed herself upward by her arms, bouncing a percussive moan down the tunnel loud enough for Solid Snake to clamp his ears. She bucked wildly, milking the soldier for everything he had. After it ended, however, a scowl crossed in place of her usual expression. Something had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. The front of her helmet split open, raven dark strands of hair falling out. A beam of light shone down on the Beast, and Solid Snake had to switch off his Solid Eye, still denying what he saw right in front of him.

White and crimson stains had dried into Moaning Rat's tan face and clumped, slick hair. A grin returned to her lips, her hazelnut eyes looking over her prey idly, a claw resting on his chest. "Useless, shriveled man with a useless, shriveled cock. Where can I find the legendary Solid Snake?"

Her claw pressed deeper into the man's chest, his stammering of 'I don't know! I don't know!' wearying to her ears. She raked her idle claw against him to create a big, long gash, the act joined by a sound more hauntingly disturbed than Laughing Octopus' mid-fight cackles.

"OOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!" She moaned loud when the blood sprayed over the pointed features of her face and splattered against her bare breasts. Her rump shook with wanton abandon to cope with the pleasure washing over that spot as she dismounted the man, the exoskeleton sealing off her breasts and pussy again for protection. She languished in the coppery-scented plasma that began to coat her, yet that and the sensations assaulting her clit did not seal her senses from detecting the faint whiff of a new arrival. She reared up onto her haunches and sniffed the air, blood cascading down her suit, her head falling to the precise spot her keen awareness suggested.

"Snaaaake..." she cooed softly, malice lurking within it, ready to pounce. She took a short crawl closer, breathing in and out through her nostrils to keep a bead on the scent. Suddenly, she sprang at him, the legendary mercenary falling on his back with a grunt while Naomi's hands and feet prostrated to his sides. There was no mistaking her identity now, as she leaned in close to Snake's face. Every speckle of blood and cum glimmered in the light from above, its stench combined with the sickly wet smell of trash and sewage breaking past the mask Snake wore. His hoarse gagging from the attack on his senses only made Moaning Rat grin wider. He heard compartments open, his eyes caught in those of the Beast looking back at him, no hint of the mild-mannered scientist found in the depths of her pupils.

"Fuck me Snake," she moaned in his face, beginning to writhe on top of him, back arching to drive her uncovered crotch against his.

He had to act fast. Pulling his knees in, he pressed his feet against Moaning Rat's stomach and kicked. It wasn't a rough, jabbing kick, one that would make her wilter, but one that caught her in the motion, launching her back. Snake jumped to his feet in time to watch her splash into the reeking, stagnant water of the drainage ditch, her form disappearing under the surface. He switched on the Solid Eye's night vision again to spot the flash of bright green lunging up from the depths at him. The claws ripped apart the front of his suit, scraping the chest and missing vital organs through a last minute sidestep. His head shot around to find that she'd disappeared again.

"Naomi!" he called out, scanning throughout the ditch for a trace.

"Ooooh Snaaaaaaaaake....!" It seemed to come from everywhere. Above, below, left, right. He didn't know where to aim, but as he turned, a flash of green in his night vision made him jump back in time to avoid a faceful of metal tail that now waved in front of him. He thought he'd avoided her complete attack when the mechanical appendage dropped down. It wrapped around his leg, grasping tight and threatening to snap the ankle from its pressure. It did nothing of the sort, instead flinging Snake into the far wall. He groaned from the impact and slid down. As the vertigo cleared, he saw Moaning Rat scurry down the walkway and disappear into a hole in the wall.

"Otacon! The night-vision isn't helping," Snake shouted, switching from his Operator to his MK. 2 pistol, from bullets to tranqs.

"Snake, do you remember when you had to get the key for Metal Gear Rex back from that rat?"

Briefly, he reminisced on the past events that went into altering the PAL key for use at the terminal ten years ago. "Yeah."

"Naomi uses the holes and ducts in the drainage ditch to launch a surprise attack. Get close, use CQC, and try to follow her through one of the holes."

"Ri-AAGH!" This time, Moaning Rat rammed into him from the side, knocking him off his feet and rolling across her back. He hit the slab of walkway chest-down and saw precisely where Moaning Rat went. Quickly, he crawled on her trail, yet just as he reached the hole...

"Huh?" Smoke billowed in his eyes, consuming his environs to leave him blind. He felt around with his hands during his slow creep forward, hitting a small ball with his palm. He thought of tossing it in the water.

The thought came on too late.

"AAAAAGGGH!" Snake shouted at the top of his lungs, body launching up from the explosion.

"Snake! Snake! Are you okay?!" Otacon shouted through the comm.

Snake landed on his back a few feet away with an 'oof', sprawled out with the massive cloud dispersing inches above his head. "I'm alright. This is much harder than I thought it would be."

He moved to sit up when the shape of the Moaning Rat suit showed in his sights, emerging from the thick smoke. The Beast's hands pressed against his ankles, her shins clamping down at the forearms.

"SNAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!" Again, the helmet and two compartments opened on her suit, this time baring her messy mound to him. Clamping his eyes tight, he struggled against the tight bracing of the Beast's form.

Soon, Moaning Rat was rubbing her pussy against the outside of his face camo, the legendary mercenary coughing as his assailant worked herself into a frenzy. She bucked forcefully against Snake's face, howling her pleasure to the heavens. "Snake Snake Snake Snake Snake! Ooooooh SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!" Losing any lingering restraint, she raised herself to upright, releasing Snake's legs and shifting all her body's weight down on his head. Her clawed hands groped her dangling breasts while she kept to the smooth liquid motion. Her body spasmed as a powerful wave of orgasm rocked her nano-enhanced body, juices spilling over the front of Snake's octocamo face. Sated, she jumped off her prey and bounded away, dripping until the compartments re-sealed. She again slipped into a hole in the wall, leaving a groggy, dazzled Snake to sit up and get his bearings.

"Ugh." He wiped the slimy mix from his face.

"Oh Naomi..." Otacon lamented.

"That didn't work either. If this keeps up, I'm dead."

"Don't give up yet Snake, there's always a way out." Otacon's end of the comm link went silent for a few seconds, popping back on with a spark of enthusiasm in his voice. "Aha! I've got it! Snake, equip the Fly Camo."

He was about to answer with a dull and confused 'what?' when he picked up on the end purpose of the plan. "You think-"

Otacon's voice lurched at the new need to create a mental divide between Naomi and Moaning Rat, friend and enemy, lover and... "Yep, Moaning Rat used her sense of smell to spot you. If you equip the Fly Camo--"

"She won't be able to pick up my scent."

"Exactly. Blend in with your surroundings, become something familiar to her nose, then launch your own sneak attack."

The shift to Fly Camo was instantaneous. The artificial smell exuding from his octocamo suit drew in flies as the suit's color and texture altered to fit the one thing that appealed most to them, and they swarmed and buzzed around his body in a matter of seconds. Safely masked from the Moaning Rat's particular form of detection, Snake crawled to a corner and crouched against it. The night vision of his Solid Eye hummed, his eyes scanning the ditch. Patiently, he waited, tranquilizer at the ready should she pounce on him. His guard nearly fell, a danger remedied when he saw the lithe, sleek form slither from a nearby hole.

"Oooooh Snaaaaaaaaaake," she cried in yearning for him again before taking a few short steps in his direction. Her tail wagged, face to the ground as she sniffed vigorously for his waning scent, one she'd come to know during her time on the Nomad as a fine mix of testosterone and cigarette smoke. Her slow creep brought her inches from him, feet tucked under her buttocks as she reared up again to take in a wider range of smell. Nothing. She turned toward the ditch to take a dive, and as she leapt toward the pool, something grabbed at the suit behind her neck.

Alarm and panic made her rush with all the speed her arms and legs could grant her, an arm clasping around her neck and holding on tight. Water splashed against the walls and walkways while she whipped around, the arm like a noose tightening against her.

"You want to ride me?" she mocked with delight. She finally calmed her berserker frenzy and caught sight of a duct. Rushing down the path with all the speed in her limbs, she leapt inside and crawled through it, claws tearing into the metal to enhance her grip.

"AH! AGH! AGH!" Snake began to second-guess this plan as his body bounced around every which way, bashing into the sides, the back of his head grinding against the top of the duct. Even with the extra armor behind the facecamo, he could feel layers scrape away and bring it ever closer to his skull. The stench of Moaning Rat's body was overpowering at this closeness, that alone turning into a test to maintain his vice grip without slipping away. Exiting out the duct, he peered ahead, more water splashing along into his face as strained moans barely escaped the Beast's mouth through the choke hold. She slowed drastically, body incapable of supporting this much of a load on so little reserve. Her body became jerky, off, but a glance ahead revealed another, lower duct up ahead cut off precisely at the divide between their bodies. He braced for the inevitable bashing into the side of the ditch, where Moaning Rat would disappear inside the vent.

This didn't happen. Instead, she took a few final splashes, bounded into the walkway and dropped. This had the net effect of throwing Snake off amidst the flailing she did in her last gasps. She folded into a tight ball, knees tucked in close to her chest and tail curled up between her legs. These were the last movements she made as her body went lax and she slipped into a mindless sleep.

Snake grunted, rising to his feet and limping to her side. He couldn't ignore the peaceful expression on her face, as if caught in a wonderful dream where everything went right. He tossed the Operator to his left hand and removed his MK. 2 pistol from its holster, beading the tranq gun at her neck. His nerves were shot, arm shaking, and it took effort to force his muscles into stability. One little twitch of the finger, and she was sure to dream until they could get her to Rose.

"Snaaaaaaaaaake!"

"What? AGH!" The pistols flew from his hands as the mechanical tail smacked him in the chest. Knocked to his back, his gaze fell upon a metal beam and the slabs of concrete held up by it. He shot a look back toward Moaning Rat, already rising to her hands and feet, then to the beam. Quickly, he pulled a grenade from his vest, yanked the pin and tossed it, barely catching the ledge of the beam.

"I want you Snake. Fuck me, Snake. Fuck me like an animal!" A loud wail of a moan flew from her lips as she leapt toward him, claws extended to full length. Snake reached back for a gun while bracing for the weight of her body to slam down on him.

The sound of the explosion rocked his ears as much as it rocked the walls of the ditch. Once the beam collapsed, the ruins of the Metal Gear Rex hangar crashed down around Moaning Rat. Rocks pounded and scraped against the metal of the mech suit like a dozen tiny rocks on a car. Snake coughed violently and waved his arm when dust billowed into his face. As it cleared, he saw the result of his quick thinking. Pebbles and dirt cascaded down the rubble pile as Moaning Rat tried to squeeze her way out. Her arms pushed against the rocks beneath, her torso up to her shoulderblades bound into place by the many slabs and rocks of broken concrete that settled on top. She moaned softly and opened the front of her helmet, again exposing her stained tan face to the legendary mercenary.

"Snake?" she called. "Snake, I'm stuck. Get me out!"

He took a good, long look. Her eyes shimmered in a way that made him flash back to all the times he talked to her, sophisticated and confident. Every word she spoke back then allowed her wealth of knowledge to seep through, even the idle advice sounding more knowledgeable sometimes than the grizzled, experienced Colonel Campbell. He saw her again in that way she looked at him, and he could only find one word to use as an answer.

"Naomi?"

"Get me out so I can FUCK YOU!" That last vestige of the old Naomi shattered in Snake's mind when Moaning Rat began to foam her lust with her trademark cry pouring out amidst the words. "My pussy buuurns for your cock, Solid Snake. Release me! Bring me the pleasure that only a legend can give. Let me soak in your blood and wallow in your jizz. Maaake meee MOOOAAAN!"

"Naomi, we can get help. After all of this is over, we'll pull you out and take you to Rose. She's a trained psychiatric counselor for CSP. You can join her sessions with Laughing Octopus."

Her expression went from manic joy to creased anger. In a flash, rocks began to tumble off while she clawed her way slowly out of the rubble that pinned her. "Snaaaaaaaaaaaaake!"

Snake shook from the battle he'd had with her already, Psyche down to nil. He reached back for the tranquilizer, his hands a mess of busted nerves as he felt around. Grasping the handle, he saw she'd pulled herself out halfway down her torso. He didn't have time to hesitate with debris tumbling off the pile. He took only a millisecond to aim the gun and fired. He sighed with relief as Moaning Rat's struggle ended and her body went limp against her confines.

Then he lowered the gun.

Blood trickled from the gaping hole in her forehead. She hung lifeless, entrenched in the remnants of the long forgotten hangar. Her arms dangled freely, a claw scraping ear-splittingly against a remnant of metal beam.

Snake looked to the Operator gun in his hand and sneered in self-loathing at the fatal error he'd made. He holstered the gun and retrieved his MK. 2 pistol from the stagnant waters of the ditch, walking a couple short steps toward Moaning Rat to watch as her lungs drew out the last of her rank breath.

The comm audio flickered on.

"You defeated Moaning Rat, or as you knew her, Naomi Hunter," Drebin's voice spoke through the comm link with its usual flair.

Snake groaned. Every time he fought one of the B&B Corps, the gun launderer told him the shocking past of the woman behind the suit, a harsh tale of how a mind could become so twisted to make her a weapon of war. What could Drebin possibly say that he didn't already know?

A lot.

"Before she was adopted by Frank Jaeger, Naomi Hunter lived in the war-torn country of Rhodesia. The death of her parents by Grey Fox was why he took her in and brought her to the United States."

"I know that already. I knew Naomi better than you."

"You don't know the whole story, Old Snake. What you got was the abridged version. Frank didn't adopt her until a year after he killed her parents. For that one year, she lived her life in alleys and sewers, roaming freely and picking up scraps where she could find them. She slept among rats and scurried around quick as she could to avoid capture or firefights. Some people who got a glimpse of her would call Naomi a rat herself. Every day was a struggle to survive, wallowing in the grime of war and the filth of man."

Snake had long since gone silent, wondering how in the hell Drebin knew so much about someone he barely ever met. "So Naomi..."

"Just like the other B&B Corps members. She would've turned out exactly like the rest of them if Frank Jaeger hadn't found her one day digging through a dumpster. Your brother Liquid knew all about Naomi's life in Rhodesia thanks to Screaming Mantis' mind-reading powers. Everything from her life on the streets, to taking the name 'Naomi Hunter' after Grey Fox because she forgot her own birthname, and he used that to turn her into the disgusting Beast you fought today."

The pieces fit together flawlessly in places he didn't want to believe. The way Naomi dressed, all those times she flirted with him, her love of perfumes and blue roses...

"I see you found her smoke bombs," Drebin added. "Those should come in real handy when you don't want to start a firefight or run out of bullets. You can set them anywhere you crawl, and they'll explode if anyone tries to tamper with them. I'll launder them for free, you deserve it after taking down a nasty piece of work like Moaning Rat."

The ID tag unlocked remotely, and Snake put them away in his arsenal of weapons. He returned his camo to normal, the flies dispersing as the stench faded. He looked down at the broken, disgusting mess Naomi had become, her beautiful face smeared with the refuse of untold numbers of men she'd fucked and murdered since her conversion between Europe and Shadow Moses.

A single blue rose. Its battered petals barely held together with the stem. He removed it from the pouch in his pack and set it on her back. As he withdrew a cigarette and lit it, he flashed back to something that made him wilter with guilt at how it was one of the first things to creep in as a thought at Naomi's death. He could hear her voice in his mind, clear as if she said it yesterday.

"Snake, is killing rats really that fun? Torturing small animals is a sign of a warped mind, you know."
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Author's Note: There you have it; this story up to this point. Whether or not it continues is unknown. It's about the same situation as everything else. For anyone who does NOT know, I didn't make up the Fly Camo. It's a (free) downloadable camo if you have an internet connection. Another note I didn't want to say in the first chapter: the location where the Rat vs. Snake battle takes place was a suggestion by the writer I was going to do a collab with.

Here are the images I mentioned in the beginning of Chapter 1. First two are from psudonym, I still don't know the artist of the last one. You need to copy the URL and paste it into your URL address bar to see them.
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