Metal Gear Solid: Peace Reaper

by CB042

The year is 1989, Outer Heaven has secured territory in northern South Africa and begun making a name for itself worldwide as a powerhouse home to the worlds greatest soldiers. Big Boss is embedded in FOXHOUND, Venom Snake leads the soldiers to countless victories, all is going according to plan. Until a patrol goes missing, and the lone survivor returns, warning of a demon in red.

2. Agony

So, this'll be a tad shorter than the first, but in case there was any confusion this will clear up who the red dude is. Please, pour on the feedback, I'd love to know what people think of this so far.

Here's to you, Nicola and Bart

Rest forever here in our hearts

The last and final moment is yours

That

AGONY

Is your

Triumph

0132 Hours, September 6th, 1989 | 50 Kilometers South of Outer Heaven

He'd been there, all those years ago. Maybe he hadn't helped, but he didn't do anything to stop it, that was sin enough. For that he had to suffer, he had to scream like she had. No, nothing he could do could make them scream like she had.

Nothing he could make himself do, not in her name.

He moved slowly now, barely hobbling along through the tall grass of the savannah, his hands brushing against the tips as he went. In his ears he heard his heart, steadily beating, a soft reminder that he was here.

Or perhaps it was a taunt to remind him she wasn't. But that was wrong, he carried her on his back and in his heart everywhere he went, every step he made she made with him, clinging to his soul.

Through the scalpels and the pain, through the injections, the beatings, the electrocution, the things they shoved inside him and worse she still clung to him, he had not saved her, and she had not saved him, but there had been some comfort in having the other there.

They'd hollowed him out, tried to fill him with their own thoughts their own agenda, make him into their hunter, shape him in their image. But they failed, she filled every incision, every bit they tore out she filled back in, she loved him so deeply that his body would heal and grow strong, the scientists would cheer that their experiments had been a success but it was not so, he was of her making not theirs.

The broken child had grown into a man on their tables, in their cells, through their torture which he could no longer be sure what was for science and what was for fun. But she whispered to him through it all, between the panicked heartbeats he still heard her voice.

He had died a thousand times, drowned, burned, shot and stabbed, taken apart and put back together until pain became peace, and he its instrument. She would have wanted that, he could tell she was pleased, in the scarce times he slept he re-lived her kiss between the nightmares. She loved him, she still did, and he loved her.

He had always loved her.

When they thought they had finished his creation they dropped him into the jungles to be their own chupacabra, but he was not, no he was something different, a monster like no other before him.

Monstruo De Paz.

Still, he only ran after he hunted, for all their failings to make him theirs they had opened his eyes to the sins of his former family. They were as responsible for the prevention of peace as the ones who made him, they spit on her in equal measure.

"You have to stop them, mi amor, you have to destroy them." She whispered between the thumps of his heart.

He let out a weak guttural noise in response as he continued through the grass, a soft rain beginning to fall, droplets streaming down the tattered parka. Finding the nearest tree he sat back against it, gathering his strength, he would need it for what was to come.

The blade of his machete bit into the soil, burying deep enough to keep itself upright while he leaned back. Flecks of blood had dried on its length, but he couldn't be bothered to clean it, instead he drew back the hood of the parka and leaned back. The increasingly heavy rain wetting his matted hair, rolling down his scarred visage and his ghastly maw.

Only she could see him as he was and still love him. He was truly monstrous, befitting of his name new name.

He still had his reservations about all he was being asked to do, she demanded so much of him, stoked his anger into an uncontrollable fury, but it was out of love. It was all out of love. Big Boss and his Outer Heaven could never be his home or his family again, only his enemy, they didn't love him how she did, she reminded him of that often in hushed words.

She guided him, onward, first Boss, then Zero, Skull Face was already long dead. With them gone the world would know peace, she insisted, all he had to do was destroy them, and she had given him the strength to do so.

Through him she would bring peace to the world, through her Monstruo, her Chico.