It was only thirty more minutes until Big Ben struck at midnight. All of London was rather silent. An unusual sign. Though the silence was good for an escape. Yet at the same time, one little noise could give away everything.
Streets were covered in a fine sheet of ice while rooftops were coated with blankets of just fallen snow. Wind blew by softly, blowing off the few specks of snow from the rooftops, letting them fall to the floor. It had never been that cold before. Not a soul was on the streets for that fact either.
But silence was quickly broken as the soft pitter-patters of footsteps came from the darkness. Out of a narrow alley way a tall, fur-coated figure came out, followed by a smaller figure. A child. She followed her mother, trying to keep up with her as fast as she could, waddling along. Slight whimpers would come out of her every now and then from frustration of not being able to keep up.
"Mummy!" the little one called to her mother. "How much further must we go? My feet are tired. My toes are cold."
The mother came to a sharp halt, her child running right into her and falling onto the ice, sliding back a bit. Turning around, she knelt over and picked up her daughter, looking at her with her deep emerald eyes.
"I'm sorry that I had to bring you with me, love." Her eyes seemed to beg for the child's sympathy.
"Where are we going, Mummy?" she demanded calmly. "Why are we out so late? Why isn't Daddy with us?"
Silence came between the two again, the mother looking away, sighing. Words couldn't be put into her mouth to describe how she felt right then. She just wished her child could understand and accept. They had to leave or else they'd be more hurt. There was no choice.
"Mummy! Look!"
The child jumped out of her mother's arms and ran off, skidding on the ice. Her mother whipped her body around; afraid her little girl would slip and fall. She ran after her, holding her coat close to her, breathing hard. Up ahead, the little one had stopped, looking rather cheerful. Once her mother caught up with her, she pointed up at something in the distance.
"That's London Bridge, love." Her eyes shimmered in the night sky. "We've never really seen it before. Your father would keep us in the house all day…"
A frown came upon the child's face.
"Mummy… I want to go home." The child said sadly, her head hanging low.
A slight growl came from the mother as she glared at her child, rather furious. She reached down, grabbing a hold of the little one's arm and pulled her towards her, sinking her nails deep into her skin. Once she had her where she wanted her, she raised her hand back and smacked her bitterly across one cheek.
The child fell to the ground, grabbing a hold of her cheek with her little hand, whimpering, almost close to breaking out into a cry. Her sounds ceased when her mother towered over her, her hand ready to strike again.
"Don't act like the little selfish brat you are." She spat out coldly. "We are not going back to that madhouse and you know it!"
Her mother's screaming words made the child cringe. She knew her mother had a temper, but she didn't want to be hurt. At this point, she wanted to be with her father. What was so bad about him that made her mother leave and take her with her? It confused her beyond belief, but she rose to her feet again, brushing some of the dusty snow off of her coat.
The mother's eyes narrowed down at her. The expression on her face made it seem as though she was ready to yell at her again. Instead, her face went from furious to attentive. Her head spun around, complete and utter shock in her eyes. The child looked at her, even more confused, yet scared. Clinging to her mother's leg, she looked at what her mother was looking at. There was nothing in the alleyway, the one they came out of. But there was most definitely something, due to the mother's shaking breath and voice.
"Child… we are going to have to run…."
A puzzled look was stuck on the child's face. Then it was simply clear why they had to run. There was a feint barking in the distance; ones that were familiar to the child's ears. They were her father's guard dogs.
"Run, damnit!"
With a sudden tug on her arm, the child found herself running, trying to keep up with her mother. With both the fact that the sidewalks were slippery and that her legs were short, running was rather difficult. She wasn't used to running so fast in her whole life. But at this point, she knew that they were being hunted down and she had to keep up in order to live.
The barking in the sweep distance grew louder and louder gradually. Every now and then, the mother turned her head around briefly to see what was going on behind her. She could see what seemed to be the dim lights of flashlights. Looking down at her daughter, she yelled at her again, encouraging her to run faster.
"We must get away from them." Her mother explained to her with short breaths. "Wait!"
The mother stopped dead in her tracks, scooping up her child before she collided into her. The two of them went into a wide alley that was separating two buildings. Running down the center, the child clung close to her mother, looking up ahead to she the opening fenced off.
"We're going to have to climb over it." The mother told her daughter, who was whimpering gently.
Once they reached the fence, the mother boosted her little one up enough for her to get a good jump, get over the fence and climb down. The child was able to get up and over fine, but once it was time for her mother to jump over, the barking grew only louder. Terror filled the child's eyes, screaming for her mother to get up and over. With her remaining energy, the mother jumped as high up as possible, clinging to the fence, the metal it was made out of freezing her body with a single touch.
Steadily she climbed up, but she was caught by surprise when the daughter let out a shriek. Simultaneously, a full sized Doberman came up and jumped at her, digging both its teeth and claws into her coat, shredding a decent portion off of her. The dog feel to the floor, trying to jump at her again at her, but failed. Once over the fence, the mother just fell to the floor, her back breaking the fall. Her daughter rushed to her, shaking her to get up.
Eyes opening slowly, the mother looked back over to the other side. A decent sized pack of dogs bark ferociously, clawing at the fence as it shook from all of the contact. Some men were walking down the alley with heavy coats on as well, holding the dogs back, trying to figure out to get to the two ladies on the other side. Down the alley though, there was a silhouette of a tall trench coating-wearing man. He just stood there, the flaps of his coat swaying in the gently breeze that had occurred. The mother's eyes widened even more. Grabbing her daughter, she forced the two of them off and went back into a mad sprint.
It wasn't long before the fence was smashed down and both the men and the dogs went charging after the two females. The mother, with her daughter close in her arms, kept on running, looking up above the buildings, seeing the top of the London Bridge get bigger and bigger with every step. She knew she was growing closer.
After running through more pathways and streets, a huge open road was theirs to run across. And after that, all there was to conquer was London Bridge itself. Panting hard for breath, the mother started slowing down, unable to keep her pace. The bridge was long and there was no way she could run across it at an even pace with her child in her arms. She closed her eyes, ready to give up. Just as the thought crossed her mind, her feet had slipped across a thick sheet of ice and she fell to the floor, her daughter flying out of her hands and landing as well, her body rolling on the floor.
Both tried to get up quickly, but their tired bodies prevented them to do so. The distant barking grew even louder and before the mother could look behind her, another dog jumped at her, crashing up her, scratching at her body and biting at her face. Several other dogs caught up, standing around and barking, saliva dripping from their mouths.
A sharp whistle suddenly called off the pack. The dogs retreated, walking back over to the group of men that was following them. They stopped, letting who was behind them walk ahead.
Deep clicks of the man's boots pierced the silence; the only thing separating him and the lady was the wind. He paused in front of her, looking down with a smirk on his face. The mother laid there, her coat now longer existent, blood dripping from her forehead, jaw, and chest, much of her skin now exposed to the nippy wind. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against a post that held up the bridge. Holding a hand back, her let it snap at her, striking her face harshly.
"You little twisting bitch!" her called her heartlessly, another slap going across her face. "You thought you could escape?!"
A few serious of slaps were given to the lady. On the floor nearby, the child moaned gently, trying to get back to her senses. Looking up, her eyes widened, seeing her very own mother get beaten by her very own father.
There many exchanges of words between the two, saying how much one hated the other, but in result, the mother was always hit. Her face started turning black and blue, blood flowing like a stream out of her jaw. Tears trickled down her eyes as she begged to stop. Her child in the corner watched helplessly, letting her mother take in all of the abuse.
Then the father took out what seemed like a needle filled with some type of fluids. What it was of, she had no idea. The mother started panicking as he took it out, holding it very close to her chest.
"I will create the perfect weapon of mass destruction." He cackled with a sinister tone to his voice. "And you-"
"NO!" she shouted, interrupting his speech. "I will not follow your pathetic scientific orders! I'm not your guinea pig."
And with that, she spit at him. In return, she was slapped again.
"Bitch! Don't talk against me, like you know what's fucking best for you!" he slammed her body again against the pole, her head taking most of the force. He pulled her closer to him and he spoke once more. "You will aid me. You have no choice, wench."
Cold eyes looked back at him, not a word coming from her mouth.
"So be it, bitch."
With that, he took out a handgun from inside his trench coat. Holding it up against her, he forced her mouth opened, shoving the head of his gun into her mouth, her lips sealing against it. He pulled the trigger back eagerly, a loud bang breaking the silence.
A gasp came from the child's lips as she saw her mothers head ooze out with blood. Taking the gun out of her mouth, he thrust her over the railing, letting her plunge to the icy depths below.
The child just sat there, terrified beyond her mind. She couldn't come to herself what she had just experienced. Her father just placed his gun away, the needle still in his hand. Looking at his daughter, he grinned malevolently.
"My dear, dear daughter." He said, taking slow steps towards her. "You want to go home.. don't you? Come here then."
She tried getting to her feet and running, but her father grabbed a hold of her tightly, raising her above the ground. He held up both her and the needle.
"Trust me… this will hurt."
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this is all i have for the prologue. yes, it isn't MGS related... YET. this part is still important though. please read and review and tell me what you think so far. next chapter, things will get in gear.
Streets were covered in a fine sheet of ice while rooftops were coated with blankets of just fallen snow. Wind blew by softly, blowing off the few specks of snow from the rooftops, letting them fall to the floor. It had never been that cold before. Not a soul was on the streets for that fact either.
But silence was quickly broken as the soft pitter-patters of footsteps came from the darkness. Out of a narrow alley way a tall, fur-coated figure came out, followed by a smaller figure. A child. She followed her mother, trying to keep up with her as fast as she could, waddling along. Slight whimpers would come out of her every now and then from frustration of not being able to keep up.
"Mummy!" the little one called to her mother. "How much further must we go? My feet are tired. My toes are cold."
The mother came to a sharp halt, her child running right into her and falling onto the ice, sliding back a bit. Turning around, she knelt over and picked up her daughter, looking at her with her deep emerald eyes.
"I'm sorry that I had to bring you with me, love." Her eyes seemed to beg for the child's sympathy.
"Where are we going, Mummy?" she demanded calmly. "Why are we out so late? Why isn't Daddy with us?"
Silence came between the two again, the mother looking away, sighing. Words couldn't be put into her mouth to describe how she felt right then. She just wished her child could understand and accept. They had to leave or else they'd be more hurt. There was no choice.
"Mummy! Look!"
The child jumped out of her mother's arms and ran off, skidding on the ice. Her mother whipped her body around; afraid her little girl would slip and fall. She ran after her, holding her coat close to her, breathing hard. Up ahead, the little one had stopped, looking rather cheerful. Once her mother caught up with her, she pointed up at something in the distance.
"That's London Bridge, love." Her eyes shimmered in the night sky. "We've never really seen it before. Your father would keep us in the house all day…"
A frown came upon the child's face.
"Mummy… I want to go home." The child said sadly, her head hanging low.
A slight growl came from the mother as she glared at her child, rather furious. She reached down, grabbing a hold of the little one's arm and pulled her towards her, sinking her nails deep into her skin. Once she had her where she wanted her, she raised her hand back and smacked her bitterly across one cheek.
The child fell to the ground, grabbing a hold of her cheek with her little hand, whimpering, almost close to breaking out into a cry. Her sounds ceased when her mother towered over her, her hand ready to strike again.
"Don't act like the little selfish brat you are." She spat out coldly. "We are not going back to that madhouse and you know it!"
Her mother's screaming words made the child cringe. She knew her mother had a temper, but she didn't want to be hurt. At this point, she wanted to be with her father. What was so bad about him that made her mother leave and take her with her? It confused her beyond belief, but she rose to her feet again, brushing some of the dusty snow off of her coat.
The mother's eyes narrowed down at her. The expression on her face made it seem as though she was ready to yell at her again. Instead, her face went from furious to attentive. Her head spun around, complete and utter shock in her eyes. The child looked at her, even more confused, yet scared. Clinging to her mother's leg, she looked at what her mother was looking at. There was nothing in the alleyway, the one they came out of. But there was most definitely something, due to the mother's shaking breath and voice.
"Child… we are going to have to run…."
A puzzled look was stuck on the child's face. Then it was simply clear why they had to run. There was a feint barking in the distance; ones that were familiar to the child's ears. They were her father's guard dogs.
"Run, damnit!"
With a sudden tug on her arm, the child found herself running, trying to keep up with her mother. With both the fact that the sidewalks were slippery and that her legs were short, running was rather difficult. She wasn't used to running so fast in her whole life. But at this point, she knew that they were being hunted down and she had to keep up in order to live.
The barking in the sweep distance grew louder and louder gradually. Every now and then, the mother turned her head around briefly to see what was going on behind her. She could see what seemed to be the dim lights of flashlights. Looking down at her daughter, she yelled at her again, encouraging her to run faster.
"We must get away from them." Her mother explained to her with short breaths. "Wait!"
The mother stopped dead in her tracks, scooping up her child before she collided into her. The two of them went into a wide alley that was separating two buildings. Running down the center, the child clung close to her mother, looking up ahead to she the opening fenced off.
"We're going to have to climb over it." The mother told her daughter, who was whimpering gently.
Once they reached the fence, the mother boosted her little one up enough for her to get a good jump, get over the fence and climb down. The child was able to get up and over fine, but once it was time for her mother to jump over, the barking grew only louder. Terror filled the child's eyes, screaming for her mother to get up and over. With her remaining energy, the mother jumped as high up as possible, clinging to the fence, the metal it was made out of freezing her body with a single touch.
Steadily she climbed up, but she was caught by surprise when the daughter let out a shriek. Simultaneously, a full sized Doberman came up and jumped at her, digging both its teeth and claws into her coat, shredding a decent portion off of her. The dog feel to the floor, trying to jump at her again at her, but failed. Once over the fence, the mother just fell to the floor, her back breaking the fall. Her daughter rushed to her, shaking her to get up.
Eyes opening slowly, the mother looked back over to the other side. A decent sized pack of dogs bark ferociously, clawing at the fence as it shook from all of the contact. Some men were walking down the alley with heavy coats on as well, holding the dogs back, trying to figure out to get to the two ladies on the other side. Down the alley though, there was a silhouette of a tall trench coating-wearing man. He just stood there, the flaps of his coat swaying in the gently breeze that had occurred. The mother's eyes widened even more. Grabbing her daughter, she forced the two of them off and went back into a mad sprint.
It wasn't long before the fence was smashed down and both the men and the dogs went charging after the two females. The mother, with her daughter close in her arms, kept on running, looking up above the buildings, seeing the top of the London Bridge get bigger and bigger with every step. She knew she was growing closer.
After running through more pathways and streets, a huge open road was theirs to run across. And after that, all there was to conquer was London Bridge itself. Panting hard for breath, the mother started slowing down, unable to keep her pace. The bridge was long and there was no way she could run across it at an even pace with her child in her arms. She closed her eyes, ready to give up. Just as the thought crossed her mind, her feet had slipped across a thick sheet of ice and she fell to the floor, her daughter flying out of her hands and landing as well, her body rolling on the floor.
Both tried to get up quickly, but their tired bodies prevented them to do so. The distant barking grew even louder and before the mother could look behind her, another dog jumped at her, crashing up her, scratching at her body and biting at her face. Several other dogs caught up, standing around and barking, saliva dripping from their mouths.
A sharp whistle suddenly called off the pack. The dogs retreated, walking back over to the group of men that was following them. They stopped, letting who was behind them walk ahead.
Deep clicks of the man's boots pierced the silence; the only thing separating him and the lady was the wind. He paused in front of her, looking down with a smirk on his face. The mother laid there, her coat now longer existent, blood dripping from her forehead, jaw, and chest, much of her skin now exposed to the nippy wind. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against a post that held up the bridge. Holding a hand back, her let it snap at her, striking her face harshly.
"You little twisting bitch!" her called her heartlessly, another slap going across her face. "You thought you could escape?!"
A few serious of slaps were given to the lady. On the floor nearby, the child moaned gently, trying to get back to her senses. Looking up, her eyes widened, seeing her very own mother get beaten by her very own father.
There many exchanges of words between the two, saying how much one hated the other, but in result, the mother was always hit. Her face started turning black and blue, blood flowing like a stream out of her jaw. Tears trickled down her eyes as she begged to stop. Her child in the corner watched helplessly, letting her mother take in all of the abuse.
Then the father took out what seemed like a needle filled with some type of fluids. What it was of, she had no idea. The mother started panicking as he took it out, holding it very close to her chest.
"I will create the perfect weapon of mass destruction." He cackled with a sinister tone to his voice. "And you-"
"NO!" she shouted, interrupting his speech. "I will not follow your pathetic scientific orders! I'm not your guinea pig."
And with that, she spit at him. In return, she was slapped again.
"Bitch! Don't talk against me, like you know what's fucking best for you!" he slammed her body again against the pole, her head taking most of the force. He pulled her closer to him and he spoke once more. "You will aid me. You have no choice, wench."
Cold eyes looked back at him, not a word coming from her mouth.
"So be it, bitch."
With that, he took out a handgun from inside his trench coat. Holding it up against her, he forced her mouth opened, shoving the head of his gun into her mouth, her lips sealing against it. He pulled the trigger back eagerly, a loud bang breaking the silence.
A gasp came from the child's lips as she saw her mothers head ooze out with blood. Taking the gun out of her mouth, he thrust her over the railing, letting her plunge to the icy depths below.
The child just sat there, terrified beyond her mind. She couldn't come to herself what she had just experienced. Her father just placed his gun away, the needle still in his hand. Looking at his daughter, he grinned malevolently.
"My dear, dear daughter." He said, taking slow steps towards her. "You want to go home.. don't you? Come here then."
She tried getting to her feet and running, but her father grabbed a hold of her tightly, raising her above the ground. He held up both her and the needle.
"Trust me… this will hurt."
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this is all i have for the prologue. yes, it isn't MGS related... YET. this part is still important though. please read and review and tell me what you think so far. next chapter, things will get in gear.