[EVENT] He didn't make it.

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

...

[At the bottom of a staircase lies one last body, crumpled in a heap on the ground. He looked bruised, some joints twisted a little this way and that-probably as a result of falling down the stairs. His eyes were still wide open in fear- and his body was still warm.

Upon further inspection, one could see that he was missing his left hand- his arm lays on the ground, blood covering his labcoat. He's turned as such so that you can't quite notice, but it looked like his shirt was slashed open, and there's something on his stomach- you won't be able to see until you move him]




[And ghost!Hal? He's in the corner of the staircase, huddled in a ball, shaking. Maybe he finally got what he deserved for all his sins.]




[[I had to post this now since I'm going to be out for a good chunk of the day. Sorry guys. >:]]

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[whoyouthink.livejournal.com]

[Pliskin is turning the corner to come down said stair case to discover Hal's body. At first, and probably out of hope, he thought he had just fallen with some nasty cuts. But he was a far too experienced a soldier to convince himself of that, it was clear he was dead.]

HAL!

[Rushing down to the bottom of the stairs. Slipping about six stairs up, he hissed in pain as his ankle settled funny, his knees hit the ground harshly and his ribs meet stair railing. But his discomfort was the least of his worries.]

Hal.... no no nononono....Hal...

[Bending over the body, he touches the other man's right hand in a subconscious need to find a pulse. Of course one wasn't there. Gently closing Hal's eyes, Pliskin proceeds to scooping up the beaten body as he sits on the stairs. Burying his face in hair matted down by blood, holding tightly onto him while muttering curses, apologies and questions that fall on deaf ears.]

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

[Dead!Hal remains dead. When Pliskin picked Hal up, he should see a large number 9 deeply carved on his abdomen.]

[A piece of paper falls to the ground, unnoticed for the time being]

[Ghost!Hal looked over at him.. oh, god, Snake!
Even if it wasn't his Snake- he slowly got up, and sat behind him, wrapping his arms around Snake's]

Don't cry for me, Snake. Please..

Snake dosen't cry. >8^/

[whoyouthink.livejournal.com]

[Can one feel ghosts?]

...What? [A stray finger brushes over the wound, Pliskin sees it and then the note. Picking it up while holding Hal up with the other, he reads it and a what feels like a giant chunk of ice drops into his stomach.]

Oh, christ...

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

I assure you, Brother. Whoever did this will suffer.

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[Dave stops at the top of the staircase and looks down; he suddenly feels cold and deep in the center of his chest he feels a tightness.]






[His eyes dart from Otacon's body over to his ghost form.]

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

[Hal hasn't yet noticed him yet, visibly ( as visibly as a ghost could be) shaken by the whole affair]

[0ldsnake.livejournal.com]

[He steps down the stairs and stops a stair above Hal's body and kneels.]

...

[Dave mourns in silence, narrowing his eyes.]

[cougar-78.livejournal.com]

Christ....

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

Big mama..

[Doesn't expect her to hear, but still]

[cougar-78.livejournal.com]

[Can't usually sense spirits for shit! She sadly walks away from the scene :(]

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

[Ghostly sigh]

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

[looks up] -!

Snake-!

[Can ghosts hug? If so, he does that, tightly.]

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

[Ghost man-hug! Ghost secret handshake man-hug? Small comfort but hey~]

[otacon14112.livejournal.com]

[It's... not easy to see yourself laying there dead.]

Hal!

[He rushs up to him to see if he's alive... even knowing he's not.] Hal!

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

...

[He's quite dead]

[His ghostly self places a hand on his shoulder] I'm sorry..

Not his Otacon, but it is an Otacon

[xmas-is-here.livejournal.com]

Otacon...?

OTACOOOOOOOOOOON

[Slumps to the ground.] I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

I wasn't good enough.

:(

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

[Ghostly form settles next to him, placing a hand on his left shoulder]

Snake..

D8

[xmas-is-here.livejournal.com]

[He leans over Otacon's body. He's about touch Otacon's bloody left sleeve, hesitates, and then changes his mind. He picks at the edge of the slashed shirt, trying to push the fabric back together and cover up the exposed skin.]

[Then something on Otacon's stomach catches his eye.]

?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

!?

[Liquid glimpses the body]

Hal?

[He looks so small and pitiful]

[He rushes to the body, already knowing it's too late]

[he stands above it]

[there's nothing on his face but cold rage]

[inb4guilt.livejournal.com]

[His corpse looks up at him with fearful, lifeless eyes.]

[Hal the friendly ghost looks at him with wide eyes]

..Liquid..?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[xmas-is-here.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, Liquid. My plan failed.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[doesn't look at him]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[Natalia was actually taking a break from investigating the string of murders for once, as she searched for something to eat in one of the kitchens around the place. She opened the freezer...and that's when she saw it.]

What. In the hell?!

[It was a hand. A left hand, to be exact.]

Oh my god...

[Natalia reaches for her radio and calls Alek.]

Alek...you didn't happen to find a body anytime today, did you? I...I think I just found somebody's hand...

[Taking out the hand, she placed it on the table. Somehow, she didn't feel hungry any longer.]

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

[Listens to her on the radio while staring at the body.]

Y-yes... I am at the scene now. W-where did you find the hand?

[He's feeling a bit not hungry as well at the moment.]