Disclaimer: Again don't own anything from MGS or Dark Knight.
Meryl was inconsolable. Her nonstandard past had led to her dreams of a normal life shatter in a volley of bullets, blades, and boots. She blamed herself. She had used so many people in her career as a punching bag that now all she could do was take shots at her own person, had she known how it felt she would have shown more empathy. Since she was discharged from the hospital, Davis wanted to make her as comfortable as possible. When he came into her room he reverted to her old nickname that he had given her while in basic. "Hey, Big Red." Meryl always wondered why he had given her that name when she was just a maggot in basic, she wasn't anywhere near as muscular as she was during Ocelot's insurrection, and even skinnier then at Shadow Moses. While recovering at UMAH, he must have seen her every day, she wondered if he still had real feelings for her or if he just felt guilty for what happened to her. "NO! It was my fault and mine alone, I shouldn't have tried to be something I'm not. All I am is a soldier, JUST A GUN!!!."
The Rat Commander hadn't gotten out of bed in the two weeks she had left the hospital.
Unfortunately every time she awoke from her daily three hours of sleep she would see the night table, the table that had a small lamp, alarm clock, and the ring given to her by Johnny. "Johnnnnyyy…" She had been softly echoing his name every single day, "He saved my life three times, and I couldn't return the favor once. I just let those monsters kill him….I…..I was the one that killed him." So many tears had been shed that Meryl had dark red streaks running down her eyes. She now thought she was beginning to look like what she thought she was… a monster.
"Meryl…you look beautiful." Her father's words ran through her head every time she gathered what little will power she had to look in the mirror, even if only for a few seconds.Feeling entirely responsible for his death as well, "I let that murdering psychopath kill him. The only family I had left." She had lost so much time to spend with her father due to her sheer hatred she felt for him, she knew she would never get to truly know the man that gave her life and so much more. "Daddy I—I'm sorry, for everything." Meryl asked for the forgiveness of everyone's life she made a living nightmare, in her prayers and in her dreams. So many lives lost for some crazed madman's bid for world domination.
Meryl's most valuable possession was in her hand, a picture of her mother holding her at their house when she was three. It was the first picture she had consciously remembered. Her step father had taken it which is why she always kept it on her being. It brought her joy, but now only sorrow, for she was going to have a child, a son who could have been a doctor, businessman, or lawyer, she would of made him choose one of those because if he even considered the military, she would have unleashed a major thrashing on him, that it would of taken Snake, Davis, and Johnny to get her off him. "Dave, I failed as a soldier, wife, and daughter, but failing as your protector hurts more than all of these put together. I thought I could have been there for you, to keep you safe, from bullies, drugs, alcohol, and teenage girls, but I never thought I would lose you before you were born." Meryl had wanted to name her son Dave for obvious reasons, hoping Johnny would understand which he most likely would have.
Ring Ring, Meryl got up and hastly staggered to her dresser expecting the caller to be Otocan or Davis…she picked up the receiver and as soon as she got it to ear level a singing voice was heard, "here she sits on buttermilk hill, who can blame her cry her fill and every tear would turn a milllll, Johnny has gone for a soldier..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" The voice was instantly recognized. "So how is the progesterone pipe bomb doing hmmmm?" Meryl conflicted to either break down emotionally or crush the phone, but opted to listen to the madman's ramblings and hoped that he would give some hint as to his whereabouts but most importantly Donovan's. "Wow a mute woman…every man's dream, hehehehe. Forgive my abysmal comedic antics. I'm still a little shaken after shooting up your husband of twenty-three minutes and thirty-seven seconds." Meryl somehow knew he smiled on his last remark. "Forgive me for doing this but I must cut this repartee short. I have an appointment," Meryl simply stated in a calm voice, "I'm going to hunt you down, and the rest of your bastard friends." The Genome laughingly retorted, "A rat is never a match for a Hyena, nor a Gorilla, Jackal, Mongoose, Sloth, Eagle, or Cub, and especially a Lion…but if you want to play….GAME ON YOU ROOKIE BITCH!!!" (click)
/////////////
The fifty inch HD gave a miraculous picture to even the most mundane of shows, including the news. The anchorwoman, although pushing forty was still an attractive woman to look at possessing a natural beauty as opposed to his wife's purchased vanity. "The UN is to hold an emergency meeting tomorrow to discuss the possible diplomatic solutions to the newly formed Eastern European Union. So far fifteen countries have pledged loyalty to the group including five nuclear powers. It is believed that the recent outbreaks of civil war in Asia, Africa, and South America are financed by the organization to rally more support in the war torn regions. Meanwhile more and more reports of NATO troop desertions continue to come in. Blame is attributed to a condition known as SOP syndrome.
Several high ranking officials assure the public that these cases are small in number and continue to tell their citizens that they are safe." Don Saljello, couldn't help but smile despite his wife's groaning, "I thought we were gonna be out of here in a half hour?!?!" He turned to his woman and calmly stated, "if I wanted to hear a cunt I'd put my ear between your legs. Now shut the fuck up. We're gonna be getting a lot more business in now because of this nightmare." Two bodies suddenly fell to the floor, followed by snoring. "What the fu-"the last bodyguard fell to the ground before letting out the last syllable of his obscenity and entered his dream world. "Hello there," a calm voice hiding behind a white ski mask and matching parka stated. "Who are you," the crime boss demanded, "just a man that wants you to increase your profits five times over in this …nightmare that you so succinctly stated," the don raised an eyebrow at the man's wicked smile from his mouth hole and then blacked out.
"STUPID WAKE UP!!!!" Sal, had awoken to his wife's nagging many times, but this was the first time he had awoken to her atop a three story building. He did not get up himself but instead was lifted by two men clad in black tactical gear, strapped with what appeared to be MP7s. Hyena held his wife's hand as they all neared the ledge. "So Boss…I need you to help me help you, and in return I'll help your woman from the ledge," he then held the straps of her dress and leaned her over. "Hon don't worry, from this height the fall won't kill you," the woman was trembling with tears running down her eyes to the street hoping she wouldn't be down there as well. Hyena began nodding his head side to side while answering, "very very true… UNLESS…she…lands head first HAAHHHHHHAHHHGHHHGGHHHHHHHGGHHAAAA!!!" The madman had picked her up and in a body slam throw, plunged her down screaming, he then made eye contact with him and held a hand to his ear and dropped it after the splatter was heard. He looked down and said, "ooooooooooooo…..well…it's not like you loved her for her brains in the first place." The don was horrified that a man was capable of such horrible cruelty and then laugh about it, he himself had murdered in even more horrifying ways yet was never able to laugh let alone smile about it, "this fucker's war whacky." Hyena now fully relaxed due to him taking a life for the day handed the mobster a cell phone. "Call your fellow syndicate heads and tell them to get here for a meeting…ALL OF THEM!" The intimidator now intimidated relented and dialed 12 numbers.
/////////////
"I hope that serum works," Davis constantly stated again and again in his mind since he left the lab to return to Meryl. "Johnny if you're out there I could sure use some advice right now." Davis was a capable soldier, but depended upon the advice of others when it came to people he cared about. He could kill without remorse easily, but couldn't figure out how to be a supportive comrade to his girlfriend and mother of his child at one time. Every time he left her to go to work, he'd hoped to come back and she would be there waiting for him with a smile that had always driven him crazy. The trooper always considered making her laugh for the first time his greatest victory in life, no medal, promotion, or recognition from a senator or general, but the smile from a woman that he thought the world of. "When I broke her heart, I broke everything, WHY AM I SUCH AN ASSHOLE!?" He pulled into his government remunerated home, which he always liked, but felt that it wasn't him, he preferred to live on the battlefield, in an alley, or warehouse, or tent.
"Meryl?" Davis entered with no reply. He instantly felt dread crawl in his spine. He frantically sprinted up the stairs and checked in her room, to his surprise she was just out of the shower with a towel around her. "Hi," Davis was perplexed not knowing what made her decide to get out of bed, "what made you get out of bed?" Meryl jokingly replied, "my smell finally got to me." Davis giggled as a tear went down his face and immediately hugged her, "I'm so happy you're back, I knew you were a fighter and would take this in stride. No man can defeat you." Meryl felt her arms tightly wrap around him and hoped that she had found her man again. "I will not let those bastards get away with what they did to us," Meryl softly whispered to him. "The four of us will get them we'll tear their plans apart just like we did with Ocelot's." Meryl questioned, "four?" Davis answered, "you, me, Raidden and…"
/////////////
The meeting room was under Saljello's club. A pleasant room with a wooden desk made of English oak, and with padded chairs the other bosses were comfortable to hear even more comforting news…or so they thought. There were twelve members, six to a side, with the Don at the head. Russian, Triad, Irish, Hungarian, Yakuza, Cartel, and various American gang leaders of New York were awaiting their CEO's speech, yet instead came Hyena with two men armed with Mk 17 assault rifles. "Who the hell is this prick," Don Garnera asked. "I'm just a man hired to do a job," he stated as he put two steel briefcases on the table. "But, I can see you all appear to be a little hesitant, so allow me to lighten the mood with a magic trick." The Genome drove a pencil into the desk effortlessly despite the durability of the lumber. "I'm going to make this pencil change colors…BUT I will need a volunteer." One of the mercs came over to boss Otomo and grabbed him and pushed him to Hyena, while begging for his life. Hyena grabbed his head from the top and slammed his neck onto it. "TA-DAHHHH," he lifted his being up, and pulled the pencil out with blood shooting out and let him fall lifeless to the ground. "Its..its red." He then threw it on the table and let it roll all the way off, leaving a trail of his crimson fluid. The men were horrified, not because of the murder, they all had taken part in that work in order to make the head of their organizations, but because blood was still erupting like a geyser out of the Yakuza's neck and splashing onto his executioner's uniform while he was speaking, without any hint of anxiety. Seeing their horrified faces Hyena attempted to calm the men down. He kicked Otomo's head over so the blood now only touched the floor. Smilingly he asked, "better?"
The men looked at each other not knowing what to do, though unsure about his intentions they continued to listen. "Now I need a job done and all your troops are gonna help." He opened the case to his left and pulled out twelve envelopes, and his men passed them to each member. All opened and were immediately disturbed. "WHAT THE FUCK, MY KIDS, MY WIFE, MY FAMILY," the crime bosses were severely angered and worried, how the hell could this man abduct so many people without alerting anyone? Mr. Sean was the only one to speak directly to Hyena. "I'm betting you're part of that EEU bullshit. You want to hit the UN to send some kind of message? I'm not goin to take part in this, and if you don't hand over my family I'm going to take your body apart PIECE BY PIECE!" Hyena frowned a little, and turned his other case to the Irishman. "Perhaps you'd like another incentive," pop, pop, pop pop. A fully automatic burst came out of the container, which was in reality a case developed by H&K to house an MP5K sub-machinegun. "Whether complex or simplistic, German technology is always effective, hehehehehe." The men gave the new chairman their attention, and listened. "Help me turn New York into a warzone and I'll spare your families," he folded his hands, "here's what my boss wants."
Author: Guess who Hyena's based on XD