Invader Gear Solid / Metal Gear ZiM
--Prelude – The Tanker--
Disclaimer – The author is not responsible for any insanity caused by this story. Come on, Invader ZiM and Metal Gear Solid 2? What is he thinking?
The cigarette burned low from under the hood, a single glowing orange eye the only feature showing on the nameless face. The entity pulled it out of his mouth and threw it into the oncoming traffic, the rain and the tire of an SUV extinguishing it. He strolled casually along the bridge, one of the few people to use the walkway on the Brooklyn Bridge.
A foghorn sounded several times.
He broke into a run.
The poncho whipped off of the figure, which promptly disappeared. Footsteps still appeared, then suddenly stopped. A bungee cord lowered from the bridge, as though it had a few hundred pounds of weight on it.
"Yes… he's falling into my trap, my BEAUTIFUL TRAP! MwahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"