Disclaimer: I do not own Metal Gear Solid; it belongs to Konami. I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion; it's Gainax's. Please don't sue me.
Author's Babble: Greetings, fellow readers and writers. What you are reading now is a companion story to ShardclawKusanagi's Metal Gear Solid: Children of Evangelion. The reason why this particular story does not star Solid Snake, Raiden, or any of the usual characters in Metal Gear is because this is about my character, Garland Durev, now a character in "COE." (Go read it. It's good. Trust me.) I must admit, this is my first fanfiction ever, but I am no newbie of FF.net. I encourage and welcome all reviews, be it good, bad, helpful and harmful, and even flames—they make me a better writer. I encourage everyone to do so. A warning to you all however: this story includes detailed descriptions of death, mutilation, and brief nudity. Curses as well.
Ahh. My apologies. I have kept you long enough.
Without further ado, I present to you…
Metal Gear: Bloody Hands
Written by Tempest Dynasty
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Foreword: Campfire Tales
Big Boss
Grey Fox
Psycho Mantis
Liquid Snake
Solid Snake
FOX-HOUND
These names invoke stories of legendary feats that no other could match. Within military and mercenary circles, such tales are told to teach, to entertain, and to give reason for getting better.
Men describe the Perfect Soldier, Big Boss, and the accomplishments he achieved. They tell tales of the power and ferocity of the late psychic terror, Psycho Mantis, the dream robber. The intellect and cleverness of Liquid Snake are revered by the military minds. Among the old are narratives of the only man to attain the rank of Fox: Frank Jaeger, Gray Fox.
And they tell of the man who defeated them all. Three Metal Gears have fallen to this legendary soldier, the "inferior one" of the Les Enfants Terribles. A mind strong enough to break through the illusions cast by Psycho Mantis, a body tough enough to defeat Big Boss in combat, and a will great enough to live though the betrayal and deaths of his friends, and continuing his mission, even when the entire world is against him. The man who can make the impossible, possible.
But this is not about Solid Snake.
A lesser known, but equally feared entity is whispered only by the few that have witnessed it. An unstoppable force of incredible fury, merciless hatred, and unparalleled viciousness, it is obvious why even the toughest spines quiver in fear.
Only a small number of people know and understand the reality behind the stories, that there are no exaggerations, no half-truths, and no lies. What they saw matched exactly as the lore said.
Entire armies decimated by a single man, with crimson eyes and bloodstained hands. A face warped by hatred and bloodlust, and a heart-stopping roar. Survivors remember only the fear and terror.
Bullets had no effect. Grenade explosions were shrugged off. Rockets were dodged easily and sometimes even deflected. It seemed nothing could stop this fiend, not even a tank (the tank had its barrel bent about forty-five degrees off course, its machine gun ripped off, and the access hatch torn off; the crew was found to be eradicated by severe blunt trauma).
A monster of incredible strength, blinding speed, and uncontrolled fury, such a story was usually told to green soldiers to scare them and give a reason to train hard. That is, until they meet the real thing.
Held back by a barrier of mental focus and will, the demon sleeps within the heart and soul of one man. Heavy stress and trauma shatter the wall containing the dark force, and when the Berserker is released, everyone runs.
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A/N: Have I mentioned that trying to upload Word documents onto FF.net is a BITCH to do? My bold won't stay…