Disclaimer:
I do not own Dark Angel nor do I own Metal Gear Solid. I do not own them nor the
characters portrayed in them. I do not claim to own them. Don't sue me, please,
I'm really really poor. By the way, this piece of work is Copyrighted by
Rocky Valkyrie 2002, all rights reserved etc. etc. Rockythehercules@yahoo.com
AUTOR'S NOTE:
This fanfic is not very good. I can tell you that in advance. Any and all
convulsions, regurgitations, vomiting, swearing and etc. cannot be attributed
to me or my Fic. Legally. Please? ;;^_~ Enjoy the fic, if and only if you can.
Also, I aplogize for my last fics, which was really REALLY bad. Smoking is
hazardous both to your health and to your sanity. Especially weed.
The Future is Bleak- Insanity
Based loosely on Dark Angel, and includes characters from Metal Gear Solid
By Rocky Valkyrie
A man kneels over a dead body. He regrets everything; whether it is his
fault or not is another matter. Tears roll down his cheeks. He sniffs and sobs,
but he doesn't know what to do. If there is anything that can be done. There is
nothing that can be done, or so he thinks, and no way possible is known.
Someone else comes up behind him; casting a shadow over his sad figure.
A hand can be felt on his shoulder, a bit of warmth for a fraction of a second,
but just as the hand perches on the shoulder, he turns his body in that direction
and swats the hand away with his own. He doesn't turn his gaze, though, his gaze
of stone, fixed solely on the still-warm dead in front of him. Soon the body would
be cold, and there is nothing that can be done to remedy the problem. There is none.
Not now, not before, and never again. Regret is eternal, and death, is forever.
Logan stands up; he picks Max up as he does this. He feels like killing
Snake for what he did, but in some twisted way, he understands why Snake killed
her. Snake walks away with a heavy heart; without saying a word, his greif and
his sorrow and regret is pronounced. Max lies upon Logan's arms, covered with his
long sleeves, which protect him from her deadly touch. She lies in place, as she
is carried, with grace, beauty still hanging upon her sweet face. Even in death,
she carries dignity with her.
Logan sets her on his couch. That will not be her final resting place.
He reaches for her face, he wants to touch it; but he hesitates, and then pulls his
hand back. He cannot touch her. He balls his hand into a fist. He punches the floor,
frustrated, more tears. Logan is shivering in place; he's already breathing heavy.
Logan looks at Max, her face shows no regret. He lowers his face down to hers, as if
to kiss her, but a warm hand grabs his shoulder impatiently. It tears him away from
her, turns him sideways to face Solid Snake. The two look at each other with frustration,
anger, almost. Logan looks up at Snake, teary-eyed, and Snake looks at Logan, his
eyes telling a million different stories.
All this time, not a word is spoken, and the world has gone silent. All
the sounds seem to have no gravity. The two look at each other, silently, unmoving,
exhasperated. Both are breathing heavy, their heads feeling like they are throbbing.
Breaking the silence, Logan pulls his shoulder away from Snake, turning his attention
back to the lifeless beauty that once was his love.
Suddenly, Logan wishes that all those fairy tales about dragons and princesses
and magical apples were true. That if he kissed her, she would awaken. But he knows the
truth; he knows otherwise. If he kisses her, all that will happen is that he will die.
"I'm sorry Logan..." Snake begins to apologize, kneeling down as well.
"I know your excuses!" Logan interjects, turning his head only ever so slightly
in Snake's general direction, "You'll say that there was no other way! I know! I said
all those things, too..."
Snake almost cannot respond to that. He looks down at the ground, trying to lose
any possible eye contact, "...but, you know how true it is."
"No!" Logan insists, "'Cause you know what? It's NOT true! None of it is..." Tears
start to roll down his cheeks again, his eyes are blood red, his expression mourning.
Snake looks away, saying, "If it wasn't her, it would've been others..."
"Like you?!?" Logan insists, "Is that what you were going to say?"
"Logan, you know I--" Snake pleads, genuinely sad and regretting.
"So what you're really worried about is you!" Logan shouts, standing up and totally
turning his attention to his old friend.
"Not just me!" Snake shouts, raising his voice to Logan's level, getting up as well,
his frustration also gradually turning into anger.
"Get out of my sight..." Logan says, looking back down at Max.
Snake, frustrated and now almost angry, walks out. Eyes Only is left alone with his
once lover. He kneels back down, holding her hands, kissing them tenderly through her gloves.
Logan cries again, holding on dearly to Max's hand, holding on with both of his hands. He puts
his head on her hand, crying into it. He whispers to her; so softly that not even the living
could hear. He says this while looking deeply into her gracefully passed face.
"Max," Logan whispers, "For all the time we knew each other, I've loved you. If not
for our... our... 'coniditon--' well, and even with it, I don't know... I've been too shy,
too scared, and-- that I wasted both our lives. Neither of us said it, even though both of us
knew that we felt it. And now... and now, it's too late. For me, for you, for both of us. I
just wish... I could have-- just once, I wish... I could've told you. But it's too late."
Logan stops talking altogether. He turns around and just sits, on the front part of
the couch, looking into space, while not looking at anything, he is examining everything. His
life, the life he's lived as Eyes Only, his relationship since he met Max, his whole life since
they met. Despite everything else, she was the only thing he had. And now, that... only thing
that he had, is lost. There's nothing without her; not one thing mattered if she was not there.
And so he sits up, then he turns around, crawling in place, and faces Max again. He looks at
her face; her eyes are closed, her expression is peaceful, as it has never been before, and
her beautiful pinkish red, lips seem more beautiful that when she was alive. He bends his head
down, and puts his lips on her.
The feeling is an almost indescribable one. Shivers travel up and down his spine in
that breif fraction of a moment, and from his lips, down to his chest another feeling travels.
The feeling coming from his chest is a bright, white-hot, grasping, pressurized push, like his
blood is flowing in reverse. He can not feel his legs anymore; his arms also have lost feeling
and control, his heart, which he can still feel beating, and his lips, which are stuck on hers,
are the only things left that he still can feel. A great, overwhelming feeling takes over his
chest area, suffocating him, like a cloud of needles that encolses over his chest. Logan truly
has lived the kiss of death, a cold kiss, wondrous in its pain and pleasure. Sweet ecstasy but
also death incarnate; the life is sucked right out of him, but it does not enter her. The two
once lovers die in their peace.
And all along Snake is watching them, in their melancholy love. Star-crossed as any
two have ever been. He could stopped him, but he did not. He understands Logan's reason, he
understands his pain. Snake himself once was faced with the same choice, although he did
choose differently. Life alone, or death with love? Back then, his choice was so clear to
him; it made no sense to do otherwise. He had a future, but all they had was each other. That
is the difference, Snake tells himself. That is the difference...
Snake walks down the empty steps and out of the building. He walks down the street to
a bar. All the while, he is smoking heavily, anxiously, and shivering beyond control. He tosses
the cigarette bud on the ground, and he steps on it. He is frustrated and angry and even more,
he's disappointed; in himself, in Logan, and in his choice. Logan's last words to him ring
over and over, repeating like an echo, in his head. Snake walks quietly into the bar.
Snake orders a few shots and drinks them immediately. He is sitting on the corner stool
next to the bar, right next to the bartender. Across the room from him, someone seems to be
signaling to him. The man is greeting him, or trying to, and starts to come over. Snake orders
another shot, and as soon as it comes, he downs it like it's nothing. The man finally makes his
way over.
"Look. We've gotta talk." the man says to Snake.
Snake wipes his face with his arm and answers, "What is it, kid?"
"C'mon... let's go outside." he suggests.
"Who are you, kid? What do you want?" Snake demmands of him.
"Alec. Let's go outside..." Alec says, waving his arms, signaling for Snake to come.
Snake follows Alec outside, and at the door, Snake stops for a while, causing Alec to
turn around, to stop and watch what Snake is doing. Snake lights another cigarette and starts
to smoke. He sucks the smoke in deep, and in a brilliant puff, Snake lets a lot of the smoke
out. Alec puts his hand to his head, shaking his head disappointedly.
"Know what kid?" Snake asks, between puffs.
"What's that?" Alec says, just waiting for Snake to finish his cigarette.
Snake puffs out, then says, hoarsely, "You remind me of me, a long time ago. You know
more than you're saying. Spill it."
"You're right. I know about..." Alec's voice starts to break, and he clears his throat.
"...what I did? Up there?" Snake says, pointing to Logan's building.
Alec nods, then he says, "Sh-- she... I... it's... What I-- wha- what I did to her..."
"I know what you did." Snake says, looking away, distantly.
"I... I couldn't do anything for her then. But I'll do what I can now." Alec demmands.
"And what exactly do you plan on doing?" Snake asks, turning back completely at him.
"I don't know yet. But I will do something..." Alec claims.
"Wishful thinking. Just like I was, back then." Snake says.
"What? Are you just giving up, then?" Alec asks.
"Are you kidding? I have an idea, come with me..." Snake says.
Snake goes to his pickup and grabs his cell phone out of his glove compartment. He dials
some number, then asks Otacon a few questions. After he is answered, he motions for Alec to come
with him. The both ride in the pickup to FOX-HOUND's HQ's entrance. The go down the elevator and
meet Otacon in a meeting hall sort of room.
"So it works, right, Otacon?" Snake asks.
"Well, in theory..." Otacon starts, waving his finger up and down.
"You haven't tested it yet?" Snake states.
"Well, we've tried it one way. Not quite the way you wanted to. And it has only worked
in one direction," Otacon explains, "but I think that with my direction, you could possibly
go and come back."
"Explain," Alec demmands, approaching Otacon anxiously.
"Well, the idea is simple. The machine, codenamed Sulta, freezes the users, and we
believe that all of time is like a chess board, so we can move the piece to a certain point
on the board at a particular event." Otacon tries to explains.
"So you freeze us, and put us somewhere else?" Alec asks, trying to rationalize.
"Sort of. We also believe that all of time exists in a single moment, and that all
time coexists, so really you're there and here at the same time. Like nothing happened."
Otacon explains.
"So how do you know that the other experiment worked?" asks Snake, hesitantly.
"Well, we didn't send him too far into the future." Otacon says, giggling, "We
sent him to 10 minutes later. And he comes back, in the same spot, after 10 minutes."
"Really?" Alec asks.
"Well, not exactly 10 minutes later. I think he was a few minutes late..." Otacon
says, "...but not too much."
"So there's a risk?" Snake asks.
"Well, as there is with everything. Are you willing to do it, though?" Otacon asks.
"I'm doing it." Alec proposes.
"Then I'm going, too." Snake says.
"Let's do it, then." Otacon says.
To be continued...
I do not own Dark Angel nor do I own Metal Gear Solid. I do not own them nor the
characters portrayed in them. I do not claim to own them. Don't sue me, please,
I'm really really poor. By the way, this piece of work is Copyrighted by
Rocky Valkyrie 2002, all rights reserved etc. etc. Rockythehercules@yahoo.com
AUTOR'S NOTE:
This fanfic is not very good. I can tell you that in advance. Any and all
convulsions, regurgitations, vomiting, swearing and etc. cannot be attributed
to me or my Fic. Legally. Please? ;;^_~ Enjoy the fic, if and only if you can.
Also, I aplogize for my last fics, which was really REALLY bad. Smoking is
hazardous both to your health and to your sanity. Especially weed.
The Future is Bleak- Insanity
Based loosely on Dark Angel, and includes characters from Metal Gear Solid
By Rocky Valkyrie
A man kneels over a dead body. He regrets everything; whether it is his
fault or not is another matter. Tears roll down his cheeks. He sniffs and sobs,
but he doesn't know what to do. If there is anything that can be done. There is
nothing that can be done, or so he thinks, and no way possible is known.
Someone else comes up behind him; casting a shadow over his sad figure.
A hand can be felt on his shoulder, a bit of warmth for a fraction of a second,
but just as the hand perches on the shoulder, he turns his body in that direction
and swats the hand away with his own. He doesn't turn his gaze, though, his gaze
of stone, fixed solely on the still-warm dead in front of him. Soon the body would
be cold, and there is nothing that can be done to remedy the problem. There is none.
Not now, not before, and never again. Regret is eternal, and death, is forever.
Logan stands up; he picks Max up as he does this. He feels like killing
Snake for what he did, but in some twisted way, he understands why Snake killed
her. Snake walks away with a heavy heart; without saying a word, his greif and
his sorrow and regret is pronounced. Max lies upon Logan's arms, covered with his
long sleeves, which protect him from her deadly touch. She lies in place, as she
is carried, with grace, beauty still hanging upon her sweet face. Even in death,
she carries dignity with her.
Logan sets her on his couch. That will not be her final resting place.
He reaches for her face, he wants to touch it; but he hesitates, and then pulls his
hand back. He cannot touch her. He balls his hand into a fist. He punches the floor,
frustrated, more tears. Logan is shivering in place; he's already breathing heavy.
Logan looks at Max, her face shows no regret. He lowers his face down to hers, as if
to kiss her, but a warm hand grabs his shoulder impatiently. It tears him away from
her, turns him sideways to face Solid Snake. The two look at each other with frustration,
anger, almost. Logan looks up at Snake, teary-eyed, and Snake looks at Logan, his
eyes telling a million different stories.
All this time, not a word is spoken, and the world has gone silent. All
the sounds seem to have no gravity. The two look at each other, silently, unmoving,
exhasperated. Both are breathing heavy, their heads feeling like they are throbbing.
Breaking the silence, Logan pulls his shoulder away from Snake, turning his attention
back to the lifeless beauty that once was his love.
Suddenly, Logan wishes that all those fairy tales about dragons and princesses
and magical apples were true. That if he kissed her, she would awaken. But he knows the
truth; he knows otherwise. If he kisses her, all that will happen is that he will die.
"I'm sorry Logan..." Snake begins to apologize, kneeling down as well.
"I know your excuses!" Logan interjects, turning his head only ever so slightly
in Snake's general direction, "You'll say that there was no other way! I know! I said
all those things, too..."
Snake almost cannot respond to that. He looks down at the ground, trying to lose
any possible eye contact, "...but, you know how true it is."
"No!" Logan insists, "'Cause you know what? It's NOT true! None of it is..." Tears
start to roll down his cheeks again, his eyes are blood red, his expression mourning.
Snake looks away, saying, "If it wasn't her, it would've been others..."
"Like you?!?" Logan insists, "Is that what you were going to say?"
"Logan, you know I--" Snake pleads, genuinely sad and regretting.
"So what you're really worried about is you!" Logan shouts, standing up and totally
turning his attention to his old friend.
"Not just me!" Snake shouts, raising his voice to Logan's level, getting up as well,
his frustration also gradually turning into anger.
"Get out of my sight..." Logan says, looking back down at Max.
Snake, frustrated and now almost angry, walks out. Eyes Only is left alone with his
once lover. He kneels back down, holding her hands, kissing them tenderly through her gloves.
Logan cries again, holding on dearly to Max's hand, holding on with both of his hands. He puts
his head on her hand, crying into it. He whispers to her; so softly that not even the living
could hear. He says this while looking deeply into her gracefully passed face.
"Max," Logan whispers, "For all the time we knew each other, I've loved you. If not
for our... our... 'coniditon--' well, and even with it, I don't know... I've been too shy,
too scared, and-- that I wasted both our lives. Neither of us said it, even though both of us
knew that we felt it. And now... and now, it's too late. For me, for you, for both of us. I
just wish... I could have-- just once, I wish... I could've told you. But it's too late."
Logan stops talking altogether. He turns around and just sits, on the front part of
the couch, looking into space, while not looking at anything, he is examining everything. His
life, the life he's lived as Eyes Only, his relationship since he met Max, his whole life since
they met. Despite everything else, she was the only thing he had. And now, that... only thing
that he had, is lost. There's nothing without her; not one thing mattered if she was not there.
And so he sits up, then he turns around, crawling in place, and faces Max again. He looks at
her face; her eyes are closed, her expression is peaceful, as it has never been before, and
her beautiful pinkish red, lips seem more beautiful that when she was alive. He bends his head
down, and puts his lips on her.
The feeling is an almost indescribable one. Shivers travel up and down his spine in
that breif fraction of a moment, and from his lips, down to his chest another feeling travels.
The feeling coming from his chest is a bright, white-hot, grasping, pressurized push, like his
blood is flowing in reverse. He can not feel his legs anymore; his arms also have lost feeling
and control, his heart, which he can still feel beating, and his lips, which are stuck on hers,
are the only things left that he still can feel. A great, overwhelming feeling takes over his
chest area, suffocating him, like a cloud of needles that encolses over his chest. Logan truly
has lived the kiss of death, a cold kiss, wondrous in its pain and pleasure. Sweet ecstasy but
also death incarnate; the life is sucked right out of him, but it does not enter her. The two
once lovers die in their peace.
And all along Snake is watching them, in their melancholy love. Star-crossed as any
two have ever been. He could stopped him, but he did not. He understands Logan's reason, he
understands his pain. Snake himself once was faced with the same choice, although he did
choose differently. Life alone, or death with love? Back then, his choice was so clear to
him; it made no sense to do otherwise. He had a future, but all they had was each other. That
is the difference, Snake tells himself. That is the difference...
Snake walks down the empty steps and out of the building. He walks down the street to
a bar. All the while, he is smoking heavily, anxiously, and shivering beyond control. He tosses
the cigarette bud on the ground, and he steps on it. He is frustrated and angry and even more,
he's disappointed; in himself, in Logan, and in his choice. Logan's last words to him ring
over and over, repeating like an echo, in his head. Snake walks quietly into the bar.
Snake orders a few shots and drinks them immediately. He is sitting on the corner stool
next to the bar, right next to the bartender. Across the room from him, someone seems to be
signaling to him. The man is greeting him, or trying to, and starts to come over. Snake orders
another shot, and as soon as it comes, he downs it like it's nothing. The man finally makes his
way over.
"Look. We've gotta talk." the man says to Snake.
Snake wipes his face with his arm and answers, "What is it, kid?"
"C'mon... let's go outside." he suggests.
"Who are you, kid? What do you want?" Snake demmands of him.
"Alec. Let's go outside..." Alec says, waving his arms, signaling for Snake to come.
Snake follows Alec outside, and at the door, Snake stops for a while, causing Alec to
turn around, to stop and watch what Snake is doing. Snake lights another cigarette and starts
to smoke. He sucks the smoke in deep, and in a brilliant puff, Snake lets a lot of the smoke
out. Alec puts his hand to his head, shaking his head disappointedly.
"Know what kid?" Snake asks, between puffs.
"What's that?" Alec says, just waiting for Snake to finish his cigarette.
Snake puffs out, then says, hoarsely, "You remind me of me, a long time ago. You know
more than you're saying. Spill it."
"You're right. I know about..." Alec's voice starts to break, and he clears his throat.
"...what I did? Up there?" Snake says, pointing to Logan's building.
Alec nods, then he says, "Sh-- she... I... it's... What I-- wha- what I did to her..."
"I know what you did." Snake says, looking away, distantly.
"I... I couldn't do anything for her then. But I'll do what I can now." Alec demmands.
"And what exactly do you plan on doing?" Snake asks, turning back completely at him.
"I don't know yet. But I will do something..." Alec claims.
"Wishful thinking. Just like I was, back then." Snake says.
"What? Are you just giving up, then?" Alec asks.
"Are you kidding? I have an idea, come with me..." Snake says.
Snake goes to his pickup and grabs his cell phone out of his glove compartment. He dials
some number, then asks Otacon a few questions. After he is answered, he motions for Alec to come
with him. The both ride in the pickup to FOX-HOUND's HQ's entrance. The go down the elevator and
meet Otacon in a meeting hall sort of room.
"So it works, right, Otacon?" Snake asks.
"Well, in theory..." Otacon starts, waving his finger up and down.
"You haven't tested it yet?" Snake states.
"Well, we've tried it one way. Not quite the way you wanted to. And it has only worked
in one direction," Otacon explains, "but I think that with my direction, you could possibly
go and come back."
"Explain," Alec demmands, approaching Otacon anxiously.
"Well, the idea is simple. The machine, codenamed Sulta, freezes the users, and we
believe that all of time is like a chess board, so we can move the piece to a certain point
on the board at a particular event." Otacon tries to explains.
"So you freeze us, and put us somewhere else?" Alec asks, trying to rationalize.
"Sort of. We also believe that all of time exists in a single moment, and that all
time coexists, so really you're there and here at the same time. Like nothing happened."
Otacon explains.
"So how do you know that the other experiment worked?" asks Snake, hesitantly.
"Well, we didn't send him too far into the future." Otacon says, giggling, "We
sent him to 10 minutes later. And he comes back, in the same spot, after 10 minutes."
"Really?" Alec asks.
"Well, not exactly 10 minutes later. I think he was a few minutes late..." Otacon
says, "...but not too much."
"So there's a risk?" Snake asks.
"Well, as there is with everything. Are you willing to do it, though?" Otacon asks.
"I'm doing it." Alec proposes.
"Then I'm going, too." Snake says.
"Let's do it, then." Otacon says.
To be continued...