Vamp
Introduction
Authors note: Two things
Look out for my other serious Metal Gear story coming soon about the Cobra Unit.
This is to all the people who flamed my last MGS story simply because of my theory about Ocelot…"I told ya so"…
He kicked off the wall and landed in the water. For a brief second he hung there, as if finding his balance and then began to jog slowly on the surface. To anyone watching this would seem an even more impossible movement, as he was hardly moving. Speeding up slightly he ran towards shadow of the huge machine.
THE MACHINE. CLANKING COGS, MOVING, ALWAYS MOVING, AND CONTROLLING EVERY SINGLE MOVEMENT OF THE MACHINE. SO EASY TO DESTROY, AND YET AT THE SAME TIME, SO HARD.
The machine grew closer as he ran. The closer he got the more the machine grew on the horizon.
THE MACHINE COULD GROW BECAUSE IT COULD THINK. IT COULD ADD PARTS TO ITSELF WITHOUT IT'S OTHER PARTS KNOWING
He jumped. Hitting the metal of the machine with a solid thud. Rain beat down on his head. His hair didn't look wet though, and his face looked determined. He looked around, looking for anything that shouldn't be there.
THE MACHINE KNEW. KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG. KNEW THAT SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED.
He noticed what he was looking for, the small heap on the floor. The rain made the leather shine, wet with blood.
A tear ran down his cheek. It was the first time he had felt cold in the midnight rain.
THE MACHINE HAD TO STOP. IT HAD TO KNOW WHAT WAS WRONG. IT HAD TO REBUILD ITSELF.
He fell on his knees and held the figure on the floor.
THE MACHINE HAD FOUND IT. A COG HAD BROKEN. IT HAD TO FIX ITSELF. THE SMALLEST THING HAD BROKEN, AND BROUGHT DOWN THE ENTIRE MACHINE.
He stood, lifting the figure onto his shoulder with ease. He could feel her blood running down his cheek. An unnaturally long tongue licked at the blood. Tasting it…savouring it.
She was special.
THE MACHINE WAS BROKEN. IT COULDN'T FIX ITSELF. THE RAMPAGE WAS OVER. IT FELT SO HELPLESS…
GIVE A MACHINE A MIND, AND IT COULD FEEL ANYTHING.
Vamp felt deserted. He leaped from the now still machine and ran towards the river bank.
Hours passed. The public were told about the 'metal gear' built by renegades. It was unbelievable, but people believed what was given to them.
In a park somewhere a heap of freshly dug mud had been placed back into its original position. There was no tombstone. Just a single Red rose growing.
THE MACHINE COULD FEEL LOSS AS MUCH AS ANYONE…ANYTHING ELSE. THE COGS WERE WHAT CONTROLLED IT. AND NOW THE COGS WEREN'T WORKING. THE MOST IMPORTANT COG DIDN'T WORK.
His shadow was trembling on the mud. The rain had made the word wet and hard, but at least she'd be all right now. Protected.
He was lucky that the rain and wind hadn't blown her off the machine. He stepped into the moonlight and looked up for a minute before walking off into the night…
THE MACHINE HADN'T GIVEN UP. ONE COG HAD BEEN BROKEN AND YET IT COULD STILL LEARN TO MOVE WITHOUT THE COG.
GIVE A MACHINE A MIND, AND IT COULD DO ANYTHING…