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fissionmailed2011-01-16 06:36 pm
liquidouroboros.livejournal.com) wrote in fissionmailed2011-01-16 06:36 pm
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//what purpose am i to fulfill
[There was no reason for him to be so attracted to that one certain door--it just seemed irresistible. As if he would never be able to get by without knowing what was past it. Despite realizing the ones that seemed the best would inevitably just be luring in victims, the uniformed soldier stepped closer. His hand rested on the doorknob for a moment, all logic screaming that he should turn away and forget it...but impulse won out in the end as it so often did when Liquid was involved.]
[And once he walked in, Liquid found himself playing out an unfamiliar scenario.]
Damn.
[Liquid scowled, slamming another clip of ammunition into his Beretta before pulling a USP from its holster with his other hand. How many soldiers could one offshore facility possibly hold?! The hallway was flooded with Gurlukovich soldiers at both ends, being held off by nothing more than Liquid's skill with a handgun. Or two, in this case.]
We're in trouble. [At his side, Otacon muttered those words in a nervous tone--laptop held to his chest like it was his lifeline.]
Not until I say we are. Stop talking and stay close.
[This was not good. Even if Liquid didn't have to worry about keeping Otacon out of the direct line of fire, this would be difficult. Of course he could handle these soldiers...but he was running out of ammunition, and fast.]
[Before he could think of any alternative to standing and fighting, there was the click of a pin being pulled and the clattering sound of a grenade dropping at their feet.]
[He didn't even have time to take note of Otacon's startled gasp. Liquid's foot struck the grenade with full force--it was halfway back in the direction it came from when it went off, sending smoke and debris in every direction.]
[That was when he started firing at everything in a balaclava, silently hoping they'd run out of reinforcements before he ran out of bullets. Otacon was close, thankfully--close enough that Liquid felt the engineer trembling. Any other fight, the soldier might have been throwing confident taunts to his enemy and grinning coldly at the sudden bloodlust that overtook him in combat...not today. Today he was outnumbered and definitely outgunned.]
[The Beretta ran out of ammunition first, and once Liquid holstered it he came up with a grenade of his own in one swift motion--pulling the pin with his teeth, he threw it in one direction and emptied the USP in the other.]
[Liquid turned, last of his bullets directed at the few standing soldiers he could see. There was another explosion and cloud of smoke behind him, shaking the entire hallway--then silence. The realization that they'd survived rushed through Liquid much like the adrenaline of a combat high, and a quiet, relieved laugh escaped him.]
I told you, Otacon. I'm the perfect soldi--
[In his arrogance, he'd made an amateur mistake--he'd turned his back before confirming the grenade had killed everyone. Liquid's confident assurance was interrupted by the sound of two shots followed by a choked gasp of pain.]
[His M4 was out in a second--it was the only gun he had with any ammunition left--and fired in the direction the shots had come from The three remaining soldiers--already injured by Liquid's grenade--fell all too easily. But surely he'd heard wrong, surely neither of them were injured, oh god was that Otacon slumped against a wall and bleeding]
Otacon--?! [Liquid dropped the rifle, immediately dropping to his knees next to the engineer and rummaging through his inventory for something, anything that would stop the bleeding. There were clear bullet wounds in his chest and shoulder, but he wasn't...he couldn't have...]
[...why wasn't he answering?]
...Hal? [Liquid cautiously put an arm around Otacon's shoulders and pulled him closer, other hand checking for a pulse--nothing. There was blood soaking his labcoat and Liquid's uniform...and he didn't have a pulse.]
[Welcome to your nightmares/worst fears. No, really. No matter what it might be, this room is where you'll live through it. Other people can see what you're experiencing as well, so have fun with that.]
[And once he walked in, Liquid found himself playing out an unfamiliar scenario.]
Damn.
[Liquid scowled, slamming another clip of ammunition into his Beretta before pulling a USP from its holster with his other hand. How many soldiers could one offshore facility possibly hold?! The hallway was flooded with Gurlukovich soldiers at both ends, being held off by nothing more than Liquid's skill with a handgun. Or two, in this case.]
We're in trouble. [At his side, Otacon muttered those words in a nervous tone--laptop held to his chest like it was his lifeline.]
Not until I say we are. Stop talking and stay close.
[This was not good. Even if Liquid didn't have to worry about keeping Otacon out of the direct line of fire, this would be difficult. Of course he could handle these soldiers...but he was running out of ammunition, and fast.]
[Before he could think of any alternative to standing and fighting, there was the click of a pin being pulled and the clattering sound of a grenade dropping at their feet.]
[He didn't even have time to take note of Otacon's startled gasp. Liquid's foot struck the grenade with full force--it was halfway back in the direction it came from when it went off, sending smoke and debris in every direction.]
[That was when he started firing at everything in a balaclava, silently hoping they'd run out of reinforcements before he ran out of bullets. Otacon was close, thankfully--close enough that Liquid felt the engineer trembling. Any other fight, the soldier might have been throwing confident taunts to his enemy and grinning coldly at the sudden bloodlust that overtook him in combat...not today. Today he was outnumbered and definitely outgunned.]
[The Beretta ran out of ammunition first, and once Liquid holstered it he came up with a grenade of his own in one swift motion--pulling the pin with his teeth, he threw it in one direction and emptied the USP in the other.]
[Liquid turned, last of his bullets directed at the few standing soldiers he could see. There was another explosion and cloud of smoke behind him, shaking the entire hallway--then silence. The realization that they'd survived rushed through Liquid much like the adrenaline of a combat high, and a quiet, relieved laugh escaped him.]
I told you, Otacon. I'm the perfect soldi--
[In his arrogance, he'd made an amateur mistake--he'd turned his back before confirming the grenade had killed everyone. Liquid's confident assurance was interrupted by the sound of two shots followed by a choked gasp of pain.]
[His M4 was out in a second--it was the only gun he had with any ammunition left--and fired in the direction the shots had come from The three remaining soldiers--already injured by Liquid's grenade--fell all too easily. But surely he'd heard wrong, surely neither of them were injured, oh god was that Otacon slumped against a wall and bleeding]
Otacon--?! [Liquid dropped the rifle, immediately dropping to his knees next to the engineer and rummaging through his inventory for something, anything that would stop the bleeding. There were clear bullet wounds in his chest and shoulder, but he wasn't...he couldn't have...]
[...why wasn't he answering?]
...Hal? [Liquid cautiously put an arm around Otacon's shoulders and pulled him closer, other hand checking for a pulse--nothing. There was blood soaking his labcoat and Liquid's uniform...and he didn't have a pulse.]
[Welcome to your nightmares/worst fears. No, really. No matter what it might be, this room is where you'll live through it. Other people can see what you're experiencing as well, so have fun with that.]
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[He was getting through to him by acting like a dog... no. Snake was and will never be a dog. A wolf, like how he referred to his own twin. A pack. Yes. The pack.]
Stay. [He nuzzled Snake's neck, inhaling and taking in his scent]
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[He gives a muted growl in response, holding still as Liquid reassures himself.]
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I'm here. It was a room you saw, I'm real.
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[He was shaking visibly now. Everything finally came to a head]
I'm going to start screaming now, and I may not stop. If you worry, you're being an idiot.
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I'll be here when you're done.
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I couldn't stop them...
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I'm safe. You're safe.
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[He finally pulled back, looking far more calm]
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You okay?
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