All is Fair in Love and War

by Star-Spangled-Gal-With-A-Plan

You have probably heard of Solid Snake right? And his brothers Liquid and Solidus? They make up the group, Les Enfant Terribles, the clones of the greatest soldier of the 20th century Big Boss. What you probably don't know is that there was another, a fourth clone created over two decades after the first. Her name? Arctic Fox.

1. Prologue

Prologue

All is fair in love and war. That small phrase was drifting through my head as the waves licked up at my feet, as though trying to touch them; but the waves never came quite far enough up the shore. I sighed, thinking back to when I was a child and used to make a game of such things; seeing how far down the beach I could run and not get wet. Usually, this game ended with me being soaked from the waist down after being caught by and unexpectedly large wave. But that was long ago. Before war had swept through my home and destroyed almost everything.

As I was gazing out at the endless blue of the sky and the sea, my mind began to think of the things that happened then, so long ago. "Was that really 20 years ago…?" I whispered in quiet thought to myself. No, it was longer than that; it was over 25 years ago that these things had happened. When I thought about it, it really didn't seem all that long ago. But then again, neither did a lot of things.

It seemed like just yesterday that the war had begun brewing. Our parents had tried to shield us from such things; but their efforts would soon be forgotten. Most of them were killed early on leaving only young teenagers to take their place; to take care of the younger children and to do something no child should have to do. To fight soldiers; to kill.

I remember I felt most alive when I was on the battlefield. The adrenaline rush, the smell of freshly fired guns, everything about it was exhilarating; like I was meant to be there. But that couldn't be right, could it?

A lot of things shouldn't have been right. But all is fair in love and war.

I remember as children, we would say that phrase to one another childishly after the other had lost a game do to a dirty trick. Now, looking back on it all, I know the truth and foolishness behind such a statement.

A small child left without a mother. Love separated or destroyed. Friends turned against each other. I suppose that, no, nothing is truly fair in war.

/Hello! And thank you for reading the prologue to my fan fiction! This is the story for my OC Arctic Fox. The Fourth and final result of the Les Enfants Terrible./