Disclaimer: I own neither Metal Gear Solid 1 and 2, nor the characters. So
that's why I'm not rich and soaking up royalties every time a story is
written without a disclaimer. (Hint hint.)
Author's Notes: Hellooo! Welcome to the second installment of my story! :D Yes, I decided to finish it. Mainly because it's fun to write So if you don't like it... Don't read it..? Nyah... :D And even if you don't like it still review! Sooo on with the story! :D And remember, Shelley solo story! : This was probably obvious, if you ever read one of Nicci's piles of wonders...;___; Sniff... They're so good! It's not fair! ;o;
Chapter 2 By Shelley
Jack looked up at Snake, and bitterly tried to discern an answer to give to him. What had happened to him? Jack didn't really know why he'd let himself slide downhill after Rose's death. He could have prevented it. Easily. He'd had a home, a job, and even a few friends. But once she died he'd just gave up on everything. "They're dead..." Jack answered a slight tone of bitterness in his voice.
Snake looked at him; the irritation in his eyes was plainly evident. "Who's dead?" he openly demanded. Jack looked at him uncouthly and didn't answer. "Well, who was it, huh?"
"...Rose, and the baby," Jack answered after a long pause. "It was my fault..." Jack suddenly felt a familiar fiery feeling in the back of his esophagus. He backed away from Snake and bent over, allowing the acidic insides of his stomach to spill onto the sidewalk. The throbbing in his skull wasn't letting up any, and he was beginning to feel shaky. Jack could feel his legs begin to lock up, and freeze. His face felt numb, and he was sweaty all over. He could feel his stomach as it turned over and over inside of him. His throat had tightened, and it was hard to breathe.
Jack looked up at Snake hopefully; he could help, couldn't he? He was after all, the Solid Snake. The one that everybody had tried to shape him into. Jack didn't know whether to adore him, or to hate him. Snake stared at him intently, "Raiden? What's wrong with you?"
Jack didn't respond; he couldn't. He barely had enough energy left to keep himself upright, let alone able to be aware of his surroundings anymore. He decided his energy would be better directed when he felt Snake shaking him abruptly, placing him right back onto that dingy street corner again. "Wha- ?" He sputtered. He could feel the last of his strength failing him.
Snake could see Jack's eyes roll into the back of his head, and then close as he fell into unconsciousness. Jack's legs suddenly went limp beneath him, and he was falling forwards towards the pavement. Snake instinctively extended his hand and grabbed Jack's arm. He looked down at the pale, thin boy he was holding onto, and was conflicted. He couldn't just leave him here; he was obviously sick, and malnourished, however, he couldn't just take him home with him. Snake barely knew how to take care of himself when he caught a cold. He could take him to a hospital. Snake thought hard about this one, and almost chose it as the best course of action, but then remember Olga's child.
He was born in a hospital taken over by the Patriots. Snake couldn't be sure if any of the ones around here were taken, but he couldn't run the risk. He knew they wanted Jack dead, for some reason or another. And then another thought struck him. Otacon. Otacon would know what to do. Snake knelt down next to Jack's prone form and slung him over his shoulder, and walked over to his car, which was parked about a half a block down from where they were now. He opened the passengers' side door, and set Jack into the seat before going over to his own side and pulling into the road.
As Snake drove he would occasionally catch small bits of mumbling from Jack. Most of which were indiscernible, but every now and then Snake would understand a word or two. "Rose..." Snake gave him a sideward glance. He could tell he was even worse off than he'd originally assumed, now that his hood had fallen completely off his head. He was pale, closer to white than Snake had ever seen anyone, and he was thin. Ghastly thin, his cheek bones had skin right on top of them, Snake couldn't see any trace of fat on him anywhere.
Snake pulled up in front of an apartment complex. It wasn't lavish, but it wasn't appalling either. It was just a simple apartment compound. Once parked, he went over to Jack's side of the car and lifted him out. It wasn't difficult either; Jack was incredibly light, as people go. Snake slung him over his shoulder and walked up to the third floor. He knocked on a door labeled 26A. Hear could hear Otacon moving around inside, trying to frantically cover up the information he'd hacked. The corners of Snake's mouth went up slightly. "It's okay Hal, it's me."
At that Otacon opened the door. He began to say something when he suddenly noticed the gaunt body of Jack on his shoulder. "Oh my God; is that Raiden?" he managed to stammer after a few seconds.
Snake nodded. "Yeah, and he seems like he's pretty sick too."
Notes: There, chapter two is finished... : It was a lot harder to write than the first one. I had to keep going back and deleting things, and rewriting them so that they sounded right, and truthfully, I still don't like the way it came out, but hey, it's 3:30 am, and I'm sick of writing for the night, and I figured, (I hoped! :D) That a few people were waiting for chapter two. So... there it was. I hope you liked it... Chapter three will be up soon... u___u;; And as always, reviews make me write faster. Helpful criticism always welcome :D
Author's Notes: Hellooo! Welcome to the second installment of my story! :D Yes, I decided to finish it. Mainly because it's fun to write So if you don't like it... Don't read it..? Nyah... :D And even if you don't like it still review! Sooo on with the story! :D And remember, Shelley solo story! : This was probably obvious, if you ever read one of Nicci's piles of wonders...;___; Sniff... They're so good! It's not fair! ;o;
Chapter 2 By Shelley
Jack looked up at Snake, and bitterly tried to discern an answer to give to him. What had happened to him? Jack didn't really know why he'd let himself slide downhill after Rose's death. He could have prevented it. Easily. He'd had a home, a job, and even a few friends. But once she died he'd just gave up on everything. "They're dead..." Jack answered a slight tone of bitterness in his voice.
Snake looked at him; the irritation in his eyes was plainly evident. "Who's dead?" he openly demanded. Jack looked at him uncouthly and didn't answer. "Well, who was it, huh?"
"...Rose, and the baby," Jack answered after a long pause. "It was my fault..." Jack suddenly felt a familiar fiery feeling in the back of his esophagus. He backed away from Snake and bent over, allowing the acidic insides of his stomach to spill onto the sidewalk. The throbbing in his skull wasn't letting up any, and he was beginning to feel shaky. Jack could feel his legs begin to lock up, and freeze. His face felt numb, and he was sweaty all over. He could feel his stomach as it turned over and over inside of him. His throat had tightened, and it was hard to breathe.
Jack looked up at Snake hopefully; he could help, couldn't he? He was after all, the Solid Snake. The one that everybody had tried to shape him into. Jack didn't know whether to adore him, or to hate him. Snake stared at him intently, "Raiden? What's wrong with you?"
Jack didn't respond; he couldn't. He barely had enough energy left to keep himself upright, let alone able to be aware of his surroundings anymore. He decided his energy would be better directed when he felt Snake shaking him abruptly, placing him right back onto that dingy street corner again. "Wha- ?" He sputtered. He could feel the last of his strength failing him.
Snake could see Jack's eyes roll into the back of his head, and then close as he fell into unconsciousness. Jack's legs suddenly went limp beneath him, and he was falling forwards towards the pavement. Snake instinctively extended his hand and grabbed Jack's arm. He looked down at the pale, thin boy he was holding onto, and was conflicted. He couldn't just leave him here; he was obviously sick, and malnourished, however, he couldn't just take him home with him. Snake barely knew how to take care of himself when he caught a cold. He could take him to a hospital. Snake thought hard about this one, and almost chose it as the best course of action, but then remember Olga's child.
He was born in a hospital taken over by the Patriots. Snake couldn't be sure if any of the ones around here were taken, but he couldn't run the risk. He knew they wanted Jack dead, for some reason or another. And then another thought struck him. Otacon. Otacon would know what to do. Snake knelt down next to Jack's prone form and slung him over his shoulder, and walked over to his car, which was parked about a half a block down from where they were now. He opened the passengers' side door, and set Jack into the seat before going over to his own side and pulling into the road.
As Snake drove he would occasionally catch small bits of mumbling from Jack. Most of which were indiscernible, but every now and then Snake would understand a word or two. "Rose..." Snake gave him a sideward glance. He could tell he was even worse off than he'd originally assumed, now that his hood had fallen completely off his head. He was pale, closer to white than Snake had ever seen anyone, and he was thin. Ghastly thin, his cheek bones had skin right on top of them, Snake couldn't see any trace of fat on him anywhere.
Snake pulled up in front of an apartment complex. It wasn't lavish, but it wasn't appalling either. It was just a simple apartment compound. Once parked, he went over to Jack's side of the car and lifted him out. It wasn't difficult either; Jack was incredibly light, as people go. Snake slung him over his shoulder and walked up to the third floor. He knocked on a door labeled 26A. Hear could hear Otacon moving around inside, trying to frantically cover up the information he'd hacked. The corners of Snake's mouth went up slightly. "It's okay Hal, it's me."
At that Otacon opened the door. He began to say something when he suddenly noticed the gaunt body of Jack on his shoulder. "Oh my God; is that Raiden?" he managed to stammer after a few seconds.
Snake nodded. "Yeah, and he seems like he's pretty sick too."
Notes: There, chapter two is finished... : It was a lot harder to write than the first one. I had to keep going back and deleting things, and rewriting them so that they sounded right, and truthfully, I still don't like the way it came out, but hey, it's 3:30 am, and I'm sick of writing for the night, and I figured, (I hoped! :D) That a few people were waiting for chapter two. So... there it was. I hope you liked it... Chapter three will be up soon... u___u;; And as always, reviews make me write faster. Helpful criticism always welcome :D