So I made this story for my brother, who is a Snake fan, and I decided to share it just 'cuz. For Snake fans, this should be some good, clean, maybe a little violent, adventure. And for Snake I think it's safe to say that that's rare.
enjoy!
Snake pressed his ear against the wall, narrowing his eyes as he listened closely to the muffled voices coming from the hallway.
"We got them all?"
"Just the ones we want."
"What about SS? He's famous."
"Henry's taking care of him."
Snake restrained himself from snorting. Obviously these kidnappers had underestimated his abilities because he was fairly certain Henry was the man lying, unconscious, by his feet. He scribbled a note on a piece of paper, planted a mine by the door, hid the paper under his pillow, and stepped back with a gun as a knock sounded.
"Come on in," he said in his deep, raspy voice.
The door opened and the mine exploded.
"Thought you were smart, huh, Snake?" said a man, stepping out of the smoke. He had a forcefield all around him and a smooth, waxed mustache that made him look evil.
Which he probably is, Snake thought. He swallowed and readied his gun, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of his face.
"Not going to work." A beam of electricity shot out from the forcefield, enveloping Snake. Pain pulsed through his body until he dropped limply to the floor.
"Snake."
Snake opened his eyes and sat up, grunting in pain. "They got you too, huh, Ike." He gingerly felt himself and found nothing broken, to his great relief.
"Are you okay? We were wondering if you had any ideas for getting out of here," the burly mercenary replied.
"You don't usually count on me," Snake answered, glancing around. Marth, Link, Lucas, Mario, and Donkey Kong were seated in the small metal 'cell' as well. There wasn't enough room to stand or do much of anything else besides sit.
"After Marth couldn't think of an idea, we decided to wait for you." Ike gave a wry smile and Snake rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure. Do we have any weapons?"
"Took them all. Every single one," answered Link dully.
"Then what plan do we need?" Snake responded, leaning back to rest his head against the metal wall. "We're toast."
Everyone blinked at him and he blinked back. "What? I'm serious."
"Well, Mr. Solid Snake," said Marth, frowning at him. "Maybe you would like to tell us where we are, and give us a suggestion of what happened to us."
"I'm assuming a kidnapping," he answered, slipping into his best mode; in charge. "They didn't take everyone. Only the most famous." He smirked. "You should consider yourselves honored."
Marth's glare deepened and Snake controlled himself with a wink. "They have forcefields, as far as I know. This place is going to be basically impossible to get out of without weapons. Anyone know where the door is?"
Lucas crawled over to Ike and laid his head in the mercenary's lap. "It's over there," he murmured, shutting his eyes.
The door was a single slit in the wall and Snake knew, just by looking, that it wouldn't be a good escape route.
"I say we wait," said Marth. "When they open the door to get us out, maybe we can make a break for it."
Ike shrugged. "Point remains we can't get out now."
"We can still start planning now," growled Snake. "Anyone know where our weapons are?"
"No," was the dull reply.
Snake gave them all a dry look. "Anyone know why they only captured guys?"
"The girls are in another area," answered Link.
"Okay, so this complicates things. We can't leave them when we make our break for it."
"We're all glad to see you have some heart," responded Marth calmly, straightening his tunic. He moved over to sit beside Snake and said quietly, "Think things through, I'd prefer to not expose the tyke to blood, if there's a fight."
"Oh, we'll definitely fight-and kill," muttered Snake, smacking a fist into his other hand.
Marth shoved his shoulder, frowning again. "I wish you would be serious."
"Well, Marth, unfortunately you can't really put the possibility of Lucas getting a trauma attack ahead of our escape."
"I certainly know that," Marth snapped. "But remember that your game involved bloodshed and murder and fighting people with no sympathy, but here it is different."
"Fighting fair, being good sports," Snake responded. "I know, I know."
Ike spoke. "Where do you assume they're taking us?"
"I hope it's to my game," answered Snake, folding his arms. "Then you guys will be able to see that in order to survive, you have to fight without sympathy."
"I already know that," Ike pointed out, giving him a smirk.
Snake smirked back and there was a thump and a grinding sound.
All were instantly tense, including Lucas, who woke up.
"Hey, Lucas," said Snake, quietly. "You can't pulse this ship can you?"
"I don't have pulse," Lucas answered, sounding like he might cry. "I only have fire and freeze and…"
"Your electrical ball," interrupted Mario. "Shoot that at the door."
"Okay," said Lucas.
He squinted, held up his hands, and gave a grunt. Absolutely nothing happened and there was cricket silence as everyone stared at the blonde boy. His eyes filled with tears and he appeared to try again, all to no effect.
"Wherever we are, apparently it takes away Lucas' powers," said Ike soberly.
The door opened and all stared at the men that appeared.
"You want to come quickly and quietly or the hard way?" asked one.
"We'll come quickly and quietly," Marth responded for all of them instantly.
Each smasher was handcuffed and led out of the room into a little group.
"Hey! It's-a Peach!" crowed Mario, cheerfully trying to wave with both hands, since they were cuffed together.
She turned and started towards him, but was pushed back roughly into the group of the other girls.
"Hey!" Mario exclaimed, turning red in the face. "You leave her alone!"
He was grabbed by the arm and shoved forward.
"Follow that guard."
Mario angrily obeyed, his face still red, and the other smashers followed.
Snake was last in line on purpose and quietly said, "What did you learn, Zelda?"
"They took Samus, Sheik, Peach, and I. My magic doesn't work and neither does Sheik's or my teleporting skills."
"Try them again. They might just not have worked on the ship."
After a moment Zelda replied. "I just tried. Nothing."
Snake snorted. "Blast."
They were quiet as they continued on, but his gaze was taking in everything. The hallway was long and turned left and then right and right again and left and… Snake tried to tuck as much of that information away in his brain as possible. It might help later on.
"Okay. Ike, Marth, and Link are in there."
"You're separating us?" asked Marth.
"Lucas in there."
Lucas began sobbing and Snake watched as Ike's face turned purple and he abruptly kicked out, spun around, and knocked two guards to the ground. Snake's face lit up and he flipped over backwards and took out five guards with two kicks and three jabs. Looking up he realized the rest had been disposed of by Donkey Kong, Marth, Link, Sheik, and Samus.
"We gotta get out of here!" ordered Zelda. "Come on guys."
"We can't go back the way we came," Snake added. "This way."
"This way," Link contradicted.
"Up," Marth said.
Snake glanced up at the vent in the ceiling. "I don't have my helicopter."
"Get on Ike's back," Marth answered.
Ike obediently hunched and waited as Snake leapt lightly up, jerked the vent out of place, and a chunk of stuffing fell onto his face.
Coughing and choking Snake jumped to the ground, bent over double, as he tried to get the irritating substances from his eyes and mouth and nose.
When he finally looked up, tears streaming down his face as his eyes continued to attempt to get the rest of the dust out of them, he realized that Ike was the only one remaining.
"How am I going to get up?" Ike tossed at him, glaring.
"I didn't suggest we go up in the first place," Snake answered shortly. "Marth, close the vent and get out of here with everyone else. Samus, you're in charge of Lucas. Sheik, make sure they're quiet. Link, don't be stupid and make sure Donkey Kong doesn't get you all killed."
"Easy," snapped Link. Marth replaced the vent and Snake glanced at Ike.
"We need to get out of these handcuffs, first off," said Ike, glancing at the guards.
There were two shouts up ahead and Snake bent, yanked a belt off a guard, and dashed off down the hall, Ike behind them.
It wasn't exactly great that two of the slowest smashers were trying to run for their lives and get out of handcuffs while they did so.
Ike, just ahead of Snake, suddenly dove into a room and Snake somersaulted in after him. The guard's voices faded as they ran past.
Snake stood, looked around, and closed the door.
"Empty room. Let's rest."
"Keys," Ike insisted.
"I'm working on it!" Snake snapped. He found the keys and unlocked Ike's handcuffs. The mercenary returned the favor and both were free.
"How do we get down?" asked Ike.
Snake followed his gaze to the window and blanched. Dashing over he stared, down, down, down, to a road far below.
"We're toast," he said.
"We need stairs," said Ike.
"You're crazy! We need an elevator. We'll be less likely to be stopped."
"You think most of the guards take the stairs? No one we'll be on the stairs and we'll be safer there!"
"Keep it down," Snake ordered, glaring. "You're right. We'll take the stairs."
Ike blinked. It wasn't like Snake to give up so soon. Snake grinned. "The outside stairs." He motioned to the fire escape. "This isn't like a base of any sort. It's a large building in the middle of many other buildings."
"Which game do you think it is?"
"Who knows. A city, maybe Lucas'," responded Snake. "Although," he mused, "Did you notice that Lucas looked more like you. I mean, more real. Same with Mario."
"They must have changed us," Ike snapped. "Let's go."
Snake kicked the window and it shattered with a tinkle. He grabbed the edge, realized his hands and gloves were getting cut, and gritted his teeth as he maneuvered to the left and let go, dropping to the fire escape. He gazed at his bloody gloves with annoyance, wiping them on his suit, and stepped to the side as Ike dropped beside him with a crash.
"I never said I was silent," Ike responded.
"Well, prepare yourself!" Snake snapped back, using the mercenary's taunt.
Sirens were sounding and Snake dashed down the stairs as fast as he could as two guards appeared at the broken window and pointed guns down at them.
"We should have nabbed a gun from the passed out guards!" he growled, scolding himself.
Ike made no answer. There was a ping and then another and then a whole bunch as the bullets ricocheted off the fire escape.
"They got me," said Ike, with a hiss.
Snake hesitated, glancing back at him as he saw red blood sliding down Ike's arm. A hot burning pain shot across his upper back as a bullet skimmed him. Snake gave Ike a wild look. "We have to jump!"
"We're three stories from the ground!"
Snake crouched and then sprang forward, leaping as far as he could. He grossly underestimated his power. Apparently the men had also decreased his jumping distance, because he hadn't gone as far as he usually did and he was falling faster than he ever had before in his life.
With flailing arms he righted himself in midair and stretched his body full length. He just snagged the tree branch and, like the uneven bars in gymnastics, he spun all the way around, his already cut hands ripping open further, as he let go and went flying to land in a crouch on the grass. Standing up he whirled to see where Ike was and if his friend was dead. His friend had jumped over the side of the fire escape, grabbed the railing at the bottom, and then dropped to the ground, his knees buckling.
"Run!" shouted Snake.
Well, there's the first chapter. It's not really my cup of tea, Ike not being the hero and all, but it's always cool to write, right? R&R if you liked or if you have any constructive criticism. Thx!
