Disclaimer: I do not own Metal Gear Solid or any of the
characters mentioned in this fic.
Warning: In this fic I criticize soldiers and a couple
of other things that might offend some readers, but this is how I think Solid
Snake thinks. At least that is what he seems like. Please don't feel offended
and please don't send me any flames. This is my first fic and please tell me
what you think. If you feel offended there's nothing I can do.
"Snake
in the Grass"
Written
By: Zhang Xiu-ying (Me!)
Solid
Snake's POV
My name is Solid Snake. I am
an assassin, a government agent. My most recent mission was on Shadow Moses
Island near Alaska. I killed many people, actually Genome soldiers, but
nevertheless they were still people. I feel that my previous actions are
regretful however I cannot change the past. I can change the future but not the
past. I was shoved into this mission unwillingly. I was kidnapped and brought
to a government base where the Colonel briefed me. He sounded like he was
commanding me into battle like the old days. I kind of miss the "old days".
My life after I "retired" was
very frustrating and confusing. I was so used to taking orders and falling in
line. I am still a soldier and always will be. When I got out of the military,
I moved to Alaska in a place called Twin Peaks. I picked berries and took care
of my huskies. That was the peaceful life. I kind of liked it. Now I can never
go back to that life. I have to stay a soldier and fight for what I believe in.
My hands are stained with blood and they can never be pure again. Even the
blood of innocent victims has found its way on to my hands. I still can't
forget her… that young woman whose life was cut short because of my weak body.
I owe her everything even though she was just a rookie. I can't bring her back
now. All I can do is think about her and remember what little time we spent
together.
The person I remember the
most, besides Meryl, is that female sniper. She was one of the very best. I
killed her with one shot and in return she gave me her life story, a sad and
tragic one that no one wants to live or live again. I regret killing her
because she was confused and had no direction. She fought because she had no
other choice in life.
The day I killed Sniper Wolf,
was cold and snowy. I will never forget that day even if I do something will
always remind me of her in some way. Even though we never talked face to face
as civilized people I know she had regrets about killing people just like I do
now. I don't consider myself a civilized person so I guess we couldn't have. On
that day my twin brother was finishing off his plans and was ready to hold the
world hostage. He commanded her to kill me and I know that if she would have
succeeded he wouldn't even have looked at her or gave her any sign of his
gratitude.
I feel that wars are a
necessity in a world like this. People are greedy and willing to fight over
anything. Soldiers like me can only live in a world with greedy, selfish
people. When they fight I thrive. My only instinct is to kill. Peace is
necessary too. There are many people who hope for the day when true peace can
be achieved. I also am hoping for a peaceful world, but as long as selfishness
and greed are among the people I will always flourish.
There are many weak people out
in the world. I myself consider me to be a very weak person because I am a
soldier who cannot think for himself. I follow orders and kill whomever I am
told to. Soldiers are the weakest people in the world. What do they hope to
accomplish? What do they fight for? Peace? War? Money? Pride? Their country? I
believe they are weak because they kill aimlessly without regrets. I also
believe there are strong soldiers, not just strength but with their minds. They
are willing to sacrifice their lives to protect everyone and they have regrets
too. I hope to be like that… someday… Meryl was one of them so was Sniper Wolf
and all the other people I have killed. What is the purpose of killing? Many
people would reply "I was threatened" or "my family was threatened"
but those are not excuses for killing even if that person already killed
someone and revenge was in order. Killing to me is just a way for weak people
to show off.
My life in the military was a
very traumatic part of my life. It hit me hard. I understand now. The life I
lead then was only the weak side trying to show off and save the world. Many
people have told me that I am a very strong person and should be able to handle
the blood. I can handle it all because after the first kill it just gets
easier.
