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//hello darkness my old friend

[Otacon had managed to hit a stroke of good luck around here; things were nice, really nice. Even if he was in a bit of a weird place as far as relationships went, he was happy for the moment.]

[And then the lights went out as he was walking to the kitchen. Now Otacon wasn't exactly afraid of the dark, strictly speaking.]

I...Ivan? Liquid? A...anyone?

[He was afraid of what might have been in it.]

[For

breakuliquid and eventually

viscous_serpent]

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Ah--nnh, o-okay...

[Shaking uncontrollably, he took off his labcoat and shirt.]

[A hand runs languorously over the exposed flesh, taunting him as it feels for imperfections. Talib is slow, but thorough. The knife lowers to trace pointedly against the man's trousers.]

...

Nothing above, pretty one...

A-ah--st-stop, please...

[He grips and pulls the two broken fingers]

Such a weakling...begging already. How do you allow yourself to be unarmed and untrained in a building full of soldiers?

[He leans in so Otacon can feel his smile on the back of his neck]

It's almost as if you want to be punished~ What have you done, Hal Emmerich? What do you punish yourself for?

[The knife cuts his hip shallowly]

Agh--! St-stop it! You don't kn-know anything about me!

[Laughs and bites hard enough to draw blood, knife cutting in to scrape bone and hand wrenching the broken fingers]

[He screamed in pain at that, struggling desperately to get away.]

Ah--! St-stop...please, I'm begging you, don't...

[Annoyed at struggles, Talib ribs the knife free of the wound. Spinning Hal to face him, he strikes at his face with the hilt]

You pathetic worm! Beg for your life, cowardly little shit!

[He strikes again]

[Solidus had heard the voices from a distance, and saw the faint light flickering out though the doorway. Hearing the pleading voice, the sharp sound of something striking against flesh, the mocking, taunting voice...]

[Solidus had already been angry. He'd been angry at himself, angry at Raiden, angry at the world in general. Now that anger, stirring and rising inside of himself, came to bear. He stood in the doorway, taking in the sight in front of him. Otacon, bleeding, begging, terrified and in pain...]

That's interesting... [There is the faint sound of steel as he draws the P90, spinning it in his hand.]

Now where do you want to be shot first?

[Without waiting for a response, he fires at the hand holding the knife, intent on piercing it straight through and making him drop it.]

[Otacon dropped to his knees at the sound of the shot, hugging his own shoulders with broken fingers and whimpering helplessly.]

...m-make it stop, please, just go away and leave me alone...

Aah!

[The knife falls from his bloody hand and clattering to the floor. He grabs a fistful of Otacon's hair and uses it to drag the cowering man between himself and the unknown man]

Another guardian, my pretty fuck? Too bad my dog did not come for you, but I suppose if you've spread for him already he has no use for you anymore!

There is no time for such foolish words!

[He draws the longest of his swords, walking closer.]

If you kill him, you leave yourself open. That is the problem with hostages. Once they're dead, they're useless.

[The tip of the blade touches the floor, scraping along it.]

Unhand him, and perhaps you'll live through tonight. Perhaps. I am not in a generous mood.

...

[Otacon shut his eyes tightly, not daring to say a word. If hewas going to die, he'd rather not see it coming.]

[Sneers at the man. There was no use trying to get past him and Talib does not trust him to allow him to go free; he was too busy playing hero...]

[The bloody hand grips Hal's arm]

You seem very concerned with this little fuck-toy...Do you share him with my Liquid Snake?

[The hold is tightened. He smiles crazily]

Maybe I should break him!

[Hal's arm is pulled back and down, forcing the man to his knees. Talib's leg shatters the arm, cracking it at an unnatural angle, sharp bone piercing through skin]

[Talib laughs madly at the blood]

[He doesn't react to the snapping, though he does take the opportunity to fire again, aiming at the leg that broke the arm.]

...Liquid?

[He laughs, a little darkly.]

I think you're mistaken. This one is not connected to brother at all, beyond a vague friendship.

[The scraping of the sword becomes sharper as he turns it, his arm tensing, ready to strike with it.]

He is, however, my friend.

[The exoskeleton activates, the speed and strength enhancements more than enough for him to move to the side of them both, the sword slicing out to try to sever the arm holding Otacon prisoner.]

[Otacon screamed in pain--oh god there was blood everywhere it hurt it hurt it hurt so damn much--where was Snake, why wasn't he here...?]

[He falls, shot leg giving out from under him, taking Hal with him as the changing angle made the sword slice him across the chest, cutting his ribs. Despite the shriek of pain, Talib continues his attack on Hal, trying to bash his head into the floor, scratching, biting, damaging something important]

[He's laughing]

[Luckily for Hal, one of the Snake Arms latches onto the man's throat and tears him away, slamming him roughly against the wall.]

That... was a mistake.

[Slam. The man's head hits the wall hard, rougher than it should.]

That was a big, big mistake.

[Slam. This time the Arm lifts him, choking him.]

You will regret that.

[Otacon...was in pain, quite simply. Moving hurt, breathing hurt, even just lying there and shaking hurt. But the terrified scientist decided on the least uncomfortable option, curled up on the floor around his injured arm and trembling uncontrollably.]

[The walls stunned him, he weakly claws at the metal around him throat, even now trying to kick out at the broken little toy.]

[What breath he does have he uses it to laugh at you]

[There's nothing but darkness in Solidus' eye, nothing but rage and madness. He's so angry. This is the last straw, the only thing that's tipped him over the edge. He throws him aside, stepping between Talib and Otacon. Lifting the sword, he rests it on the lit burner for a moment, one of the Snake Arms latching onto Talib to pin him to the ground. Once the blade glows red, he steps closer and presses it against Talib's face.]

[The burning blade pushes in, slicing a good chuck of his cheek off in one fluid move.]

Unforgiveable.

[It traces down, shredding cloth and skin in its wake, to rest over Talib's stomach.]

To attack a civilian, a harmless, helpless man...

[He stabs, burying it straight through.]

...you're the worst type of man.

[His hand remains on the hilt, however. Something Raiden did to him that time has come back to mind. The sword still glows red. He pushes it up, not drawing it out at all.]

[He cries out weakly, throat too damaged to do much more. Blood bubbles up, he's choking on it, a hand lifts to futilely attempt to keep his innards from pouring out. His body begins it's death spasms as he rolls his head to grin and stare at Otacon's curled form.]

Hah...ha...

[There's nothing left]

Imbecile.

[He spits the word out, tugging his sword free and cleaning it on an untainted part of Talib's clothing. Solidus is tempted to just keep stabbing, over and over until his rage is spent, but there was something more important. Sheathing the sword, he goes over to Otacon and kneels down beside him.]

Otacon? Can you hear me?

...think he cracked my glasses. [He spoke almost dazedly--probably due to blood loss and the unbelievable amount of pain he was in.]

M-my arm...really hurts, Solidus...

Otacon. I need you to stay calm and stay conscious. Focus on my voice.

[After the debacle with that deranged OS, Solidus has taken to carrying some medical supplies with him at all times. He takes a quick mental note of the worst of them.]

I'm no doctor, but I'm going to try to patch you up as best I can until we can get you to an infirmary. It will hurt. Do you think you can handle it?

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