Hey! This is my first story so if it sucks I have a reason, I've left it on a kinda cliffhanger but I should update it soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Metal gear Solid or any of the characters involved in this story.
A Mind Of Its Own
He was lying on the floor, a supercomputer on his back; he knew he had no way of escaping, but he wouldn't give up.
"Self destruct in T-minus 15 minutes." The static voice hid behind a hum throbbing in his mind.
"Please evacuate to the helipad on the third floor of the c2 hall in section 2."
How did this happen? A tear fell in his pool of blood. He looked around. The room was closing in on him, mocking him. He saw in the corner of his eye a flickering light slowing fading away. He craned his neck to his left and saw each light on the control panel fade one by one. Although there were a few still active. His eyes drew attention to a flashing red light next to what he could make out as a transmission receiver. Above it was a black and white screen, it showed waves of frightened men scattered across the vast and never ending halls. He heard in the distance shouts and wails coming from below him. He too bellowed for help but nobody heard him, nobody cared.
"Self destruct in T-minus 10 minutes."
His soul drowned a pool of fear. His heart stopped beating, his brain blacked out.
"Hal, Hal." He didn't know where he was or what he was doing, all he knew was whose voice that was
"It's Otacon….."
To Be Continued….