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A few notes: (I'm thinking) =thoughts, "I'm Speaking" =Actual speech {Breep! BreeP! Codec conversation} =Codec conversations... [Non-English]"Foreign language"[Non-English] = Speech in a Foreign Language translated to English so you don't have to translate it yourself (Besides I can make a character speak another language without the need of learning the language myself.) =Talking body parts with a British accent. Oh yeah! Make sure that you've beaten MGS2: Sons of Liberty, before reading the story cuz' it contains Spoilers...

Metal Gear Omega

Chapter 16
Raiden woke up chained up to a wall "Damn! I got to get put of here!(At least I'm not naked like on the Big Shell)" Raiden tried to move but, he couldn't. Reaper entered the room. He stood in front of Raiden and proceeded to interrogate him. "I am not a torture specialist. I'll ask you a few questions and please No spitting, No cursing, No screaming. I'll be the 'good cop' for now." Said Reaper very calmly. He placed his scythe on a table and grabbed a remote. "What about the 'bad cop'?" asked Raiden with curiosity. "This." Reaper clicked a button on the remote and a TV was turned on. On the screen you could see Naphtali screaming in absoulte pain, the torturer looked a lot like Snake but with a twisted grin. "That's Gaseous. He's even crazier than Ocelot."
"Gaseous?!" Raiden asked puzzled. "Why do you always repeat what I say in question form?" asked Reaper. "Repeating what you say in Question form?! I don't do that!" said Raiden annoyed. "You just did." Reaper sighed as he knew that this conversation wouldn't go anywhere soon. "I did?! Oh I did!" exclaimed Raiden. "Why are you here, huh Reaper? What's up with 'the Whole' and Metal Gear?" asked Raiden.*Slap!* Reaper slapped Raiden in the Face. "It is I the one who asks questions here not you. Are you 'Philantropy'? You want to destroy Metal Gear?" asked Reaper..."Raiden almost laughed like mad. (Those two questions are pathetic... If I answer yes to the first, the second is obviously yes as well.) Raiden didn't answer.

Reaper decided to force some questions out of Raiden when...."GRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" a sword slashed Reaper's face. "Jack I've come to release you." said Solidus while he cut Raiden's chains. "Solidus?!" "Jack...stop that it's annoying." grunted Solidus. "Stop?! Annoying?! What's annoying?!" asked Raiden... "THAT" mutterred Solidus. "We must find Snake so we can Destroy...THE PATRIOTS!!" raiden got his gear and started running. Reaper grabbed his scythe and saw his face scarred. "My face! My beautiful face is ruined!" He attacked Solidus. Solidus blocked the scythe with his blades. Both Reaper and Solidus jumped backward. "You... You're Solidus Snake?! Liquid is fighting the Patriots...Why don't you join him with the remaining six 'Sons' of Big Boss! You even look like Big Boss hmself." Solidus grinned and ran towards Reaper leaving a trail of fire. Reaper doged Solidus' attack and threw a sickle towards the lights. The room was in absolute darkness. (Damn! I'm at a disadvantage right now.) thought Solidus. Reaper slashed Solidus in the back. Then in the front. "Graaah! Solidus started slashing like mad. He blocked one attack. It was a sickle. Reaper wasn't even close. Solidus ran leaving a fire trail. It revealed his position but it also revealde Reaper's. Reaper was right in front os Solidus. Solidus raised his blades to attack Reaper. Reaper took one step back and avoided Solidus's strike. Reaper kept on dodging Solidus' attacks. Solidus jumped towards Reaper.

Reaper was standing still. "YOUR DAYS AS DEATH'S MESSENGER ARE OVER!!! GRRRAAAAHHHH!...GHH! UWA!" Solidus' chest was pierced by Reaper's sychte. "That's for ruining my face." Said reaper while he got a sickle. He stabbed the sickle in Solidus' remaining eye. "This is for pleasure." Reaper licked the blood that was flowing from his forehead. "Sweet." Solidus grabbed his FN-p90 and blew Reaper's brains off before dying from the chest wound. "Sna...ke..." were his last words.