A warning to people who read this story: I do not always follow the story line or timeline. If you have a problem with that, don't read the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own MGS, MGS2, MGS3 or MGS4.
My life has ended. Well really just a part of it. This chapter of my life has drawn to a close. Now, another has begun. I'm no fortuneteller, but even I know that the months ahead will be filled with blood, hate and danger.
Which is actually not that different from the way my life has been for the past four years.
My name is Arna Snaden, but you should only call me that if you want every bone in your body broken. My best friend is currently rotting away in a graveyard somewhere in Connecticut. So are both my parents and older brother. The only other member of my family is my sister. She was nine when our parents died, now thirteen. I don't even know where she is, probably in a foster home somewhere.
I'm sixteen, and feel like I might as well be ninety and the world's biggest idiot to boot. Why? Simple, I'm lost somewhere in Brazil, have no passport, no money and am going on what may very well be a wild goose chase. You're all going to think I'm a huge bitch when you hear this but I don't really care that my parents and brother are dead. My parents were always wrapped up in their own jobs and my brother would have been happiest if I would vanish so he could fuck his girlfriend without having to worry about me finding out. It was almost a blessing when they died. But then Rhiz went down too.
If you haven't figured it out yet, Rhiz is my best friend. Now she's dead. Cause of death? A shot to the head. Person responsible for shot? Vamp. Mr. Vampire. Mr. Vampire who is going to be dead when I catch up to him, no matter how many frickin' nanomachines are in his body. I don't give a shit if he's got supernatural healing abilities and would be the best thing the world had ever seen if he was on the right side of this goddamn war. The point is, he killed my friend and I will see him rot in hell for it.
The thing is, I stopped caring a while ago about if I live or die. I just want Vamp dead. And if getting killed is what it takes, then I'll gladly stand in front of a Queen Alien and poke it with a stick if that's what is necessary.
With a bit of luck though, it won't. You see, Vamp is fighting in a war somewhere in the Middle East. Don't ask how I know that, I have a soon-to-be-a-scar on my left arm that I got finding that out. It's slightly creepy, watching my blood slowly drip down my arm. You'd think that after five years as a child soldier blood wouldn't bother me. And normally it doesn't. But my blood is freaking BLACK. Yes, you heard me, B-L-A-C-K. That is unless you hold it under a super-bright light. Then you can see the tiny amount of red in it. What's more, something in it dulls my sense of pain by a major amount. So yes, I am one fucked up bitch. Thank you for reminding me.
I just really hope I don't end up facing the White Devil. The White Devil is a legend at the base I just escaped from. He was there like 15 years ago and was a killing machine. Mass murder, genocide, assassination, you name it, he could do it. Then Solidus took him away. No one know why. But now Solidus is dead and the White Devil is probably free. I'd bet that he's in the war too. But if he's on Vamp's side, oh man. Yes I am good at fighting, with a sword or gun, but there is no goddamn way that I would survive a fight with that legend. So I just have to aim for Vamp and pray I don't get taken down myself.
I have seen Vamp exactly twice in my life. Once was enough though, his image is burned into my brain. He's like six feet tall, with black hair longer than most girls. And I'd bet 99 of girls would fall in love with him just for his muscles too. He could do the part of the Terminator in a movie. Fucktard. And I'm never going to understand why he wears boots with claws on the end either. Or why he has twenty knives strapped onto his arms and chest. And before you start calling me a hypocrite because I fight with knives to let me clarify something.
I fight with one sword, one pistol, and one knife. NOT a sword, way more knives than anyone will ever need and six pistols/cut down rifles. So shut the fuck up.
Did I ever mention any name for me besides Arna Snaden? I guess not. Whatever. Everyone calls me Arukal. That's one way to tell the Snaden girls. My little sisters' name is Bethany, guess what she makes people call her? Burn. The little shit absolutely loves fire. She's the kind of person who would watch a forest fire and comment on the pretty colors. Even I don't do that.
The sound of water pulls me out of my thoughts. There is a small lake ahead, near a tree that must be as old as time itself. A excellent spot to hide from the men they sent after me. Yes, I know they sent people after me because there have been five times where kids escaped and five times where the trackers, the Bloodhounds, brought them back.
The tree is a easy climb, full of branches and dangling vines. Plenty of leaves to hide me from eyes on the ground too. When I settle into my spot about 150 feet above the rainforest floor, my brain runs through the first time I saw Vamp. The day that ruined my life.
**Flashback**
What the hell is going on? Why is there some guy wearing a trench coat in June when it's 90 degrees outside and standing in the parking lot? Why is he staring at Rhiz?
His hand comes up, and my eyes zero in on the pistol he holds. No red tip, not a fake. Shit.
Then Rhiz is on her knees, blood pooling around her and the man has a wicked grin on his face.I feel the scraps of brick from another shot enter my skin and now he is laughing. The trench drops from his shoulders and reveals the black pants, knives, and the clawed boots. There are screams of pain as men positioned on top of a van I had not noticed take aim at the students and adults around me. But I am silent. I feel a sharp pain as a bullet impacts my shoulder. The pain dulls quickly though, as a step sideways, towards a dead boy. I wrench the 10-inch blade out of his stomach and turn back to the man. A balding man with white hair behind him calls out. "Vamp, lets go!" Vamp. Vampire.
It takes a moment to realize why the knife I took is in the air, speeding towards him. But it is, and plunges deep into his chest. Vamp barely flinches; he pulls it out and motions behind him. Now the men come. Very well, if this is how I am to die, shot full of holes, then so be it. I don't care anymore. But the men do not fire, just surround me. Slowly, they close the circle. One gets me into a chokehold, and starts to squeeze. I close my eyes. Now I die.
Or not. My eyes fly open and I lunge forwards, towards the cement sidewalk. No one expects it. The man screams as his skull is crushed, but I am still standing. They close in, quickly now, and one covers my mouth and nose with a cloth. I recognize the smell to late, chloroform. The blackness rushes in, overwhelms me. Maybe now I will die.
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My head hurts like hell. Like I've been hit with a hammer. Ow. My eyes slide open, and confirm my fear. I am in a bed facing a bunker wall and a door. It was not a dream. Rhiz is dead, my parents are dead. My life has ended. The door opens and a woman dressed like a prostitute walks in. "Welcome to the base."
So Arukal has escaped, and is heading for Vamp. I promise I will get the next chapter up soon, and it will have Raiden, Snake, Naomi, Sunny and Hal in it.
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