Oh no! I'm back with...Well back with writing! I had this idea in my head for days now. I couldn't get it out of my head. I had to write so that my brain will not explode. It's too late! It exploded! This is what I get for reading the fanfics of Shining Zephyr, Andi Mack, and Solid Snake's Soldier! It's all you guys fault! Awesome writers!

HAHAHA Well, if anyone is worried about Metal Gear Solid: Shadow Moses (which don't believe no one does), don't worry! I will finish it! I have decided to rewrite some chapters. I felt I lost an edge so I will be using Christmas Break to rewrite and do more stories with my original character, Angel!

A One Eyed Observer

He gazed at the wreckage of the monstrosity that was once Metal Gear D. Exhausted as he sighed in relief for surviving yet again against a Metal Gear. He looked at his clothes which were burning smoke. In haste, he dropped over his equipment bag as small flames collected around his knife, rations, and even his goggles. Patting the flames off the shoulders and body of his green uniform, a battle cry caught his attention. It came from the damaged cockpit of the revolutionary walking tank.

"Fox!"

"Snake," the man with the codename Fox screamed. He flew off of the cockpit landing in a roll.

Snake grabbed the burnt handle of his .45 and aimed it at his friend.

Still in his mind, he couldn't believe Fox will betray Foxhound. Him. A loyal soldier which everyone respected and wanted to be.

He wasn't the exception.

Could he really shot his friend?

He may have second thoughts of killing his friend but his friend didn't. Fox, with cold precision, disarmed and assailed him with punches to his face. He cursed at his own weakness as Gray Fox ran through the double doors that were in front of him. A battle cry sneered through the doors as Snake tailed Fox.

That wasn't going to happen no more. No more hesitation.

"Come here, Snake!"

Going through sets of double doors on his right, he reached a room that was dim and had a cool breeze to it. He saw a shadow crept up in the corner of his eyes.

"Come on out, Fox! I know you are here."

The veteran with silvery, short hair stepped out from the left corner of the room slowly. His nose was a little out of place as he smirked.

Snake stepped inside and slowly walked towards the cold-blooded hunter. Fox held out a switch causing Snake to stop in his tracks.

"You walked into a minefield. A fitting place for a battle between rivals."

"Fox! I'm going to knock some sense into you!"

Snake put up his fists as Fox stood there, "No more hesitation? Good."

Fox stretched out his arms as he turned his neck like he was performing warm-up exercises. Like this was a sport to him…a game.

"Come on, Snake. Let me feel it!"

Fox ran with lightning speed and jabbed his elbow into Snake's cheek. Snake's body twirled around as he shook the dizziness of the blow. Fox was about to do another jab but he grabbed Fox's arm and drove his fist into his friend's chin.

Fox laughed as pain surged through. His laughter died down as he wiped saliva.

"Very good. When was our last sparring, Snake?"

"After Outer Heaven."

"You call that a punch, rookie? I can't believe you defeated Big Boss with that girly blow."

"I'm just getting warmed-up, Fox."

"Good! Hand to hand is the bases of all combat. Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon."

Snake kicked his friend in the abdomen but his friend only clinched a little. Snake was about to threw a kick to his head. Fox grabbed his foot and twirled his ankle causing Snake to fall to the ground.

Flipping back in the game, Snake put his hands in a formation of his codename. Fox nodded in approval.

This wasn't a cartoon.

This wasn't a skirmish between good vs. evil.

It was a career. A profession.

Duel between two soldiers on the opposite side of one another.

They stared at each other's eyes in a game of dare. They both challenged as they threw a punch. Snake blew a strike to Fox's neck. A crack was heard but Fox returned the favor. He choked but he swallowed the grip in his throat.

Was this it?

Is he going to kill him?

Snake was ferocious in his attacks and continuously pounced Fox with kicks and punches. Fox was weakening but he clawed at his friend.

This was not vengeance.

There was no enmity between them.

It was the mission that put them together but the mission didn't pit two friends in a brawl.

Fox was breathing heavily as his muscles wilted. He stared at his friend and smiled. He enjoyed this. The fight of sheer muscle. Of sheer will power. He craved it and flourished with it. The joy of battle. The crushing of bone and sinew.

An uppercut forced Fox back. Snake hissed like a demon. He enjoyed it too. The fight of proving who was stronger. Proving to him that he wasn't a rookie no more. Fox limped his head forward as Snake, with no mercy, drilled his knuckles to his friend's forehead.

Blood sprayed out of his forehead in thin lines. Some landed on Snake's cheek. Fox made a crushing thud on the floor.

Their conversation was confessional. How poetic! How honorable the duel was. As Fox said with full emotion muttered to Snake his final words. The witness of Fox's last stand.

Enough of this! The blood has been shed. He can never wipe it from his shadow of hands.

It is time! My foster son has served his purpose. It's time to claim death.

"Snake! Come over here!"

"Big Boss!"

Yes! He is angry. He is infuriated. Good! As everyone knows, rage is the most dangerous emotion.

I will see you again.

Death is now at my door. Come on, shadow of a man! Share it with me!

For I have waited twenty years….

Wow! Big Boss is nothing but a madman now, isn't he?

Next chp. "Blood of a Friend"