Author's Notes: Yippee. I finally got the thorn out my butt and decided to
keep what I write. This is the last time I'm rewriting chapter three! O
Believe me, I've tried, and tried, and tried, to write this chapter, but it
just wasn't working right, so, I'm don't care how bad it turns out, it's
staying. And that's that. Here ya' go. Oh yeah, and I apologize for how
long it took for me to realize, I'll never be as good a writer as I wish I
were, and to be happy with what I can write. And as always, Shelley solo :D
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Metal Gear Solid. Nothing! Nada! (Wish I did though -_-;;)
The Sickness Chapter Three by Shelley
Otacon looked down at Jack's near skeletal form, which lay prone in Snake's arms. "Here, set him on the couch," he motioned, removing some books which he had set there earlier. Snake brought Jack over and placed him onto the sofa. Otacon nervously pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "What happened to him?" He asked, uneasily.
Snake turned around and looked at Otacon, before speaking. "I found him on a street corner, he passed out and I wasn't sure where to take him."
"So you brought him here?" Otacon asked, his voice had taken on a slightly annoyed tone, mingled with worry. "Why didn't you take him to a hospital or something?"
"I thought of that, but then remembered about how the patriots had taken over the hospital that Olga's kid was born in," Snake answered. He could tell Otacon didn't seem to think that mattered too much. "The Patriots want him dead you know."
There was an odd moment of silence after that. Snake knew he was just adding insult to injury. Otacon had tried to find out as much information he could about the Patriots since the Big Shell incident, but he could only come across the same information every time. That they had all died 100 years ago, and that someone with their assumed name wanted a certain operative by the code name of 'Raiden' dead. He had found out a few more details, but nothing that could be helpful in trying to rid the world of Metal Gear technology. It had been a big blow to Otacon's ego. "Yeah, I know," He ruefully responded after a few seconds.
Notes: Aargh, So sorry I'm ending it there, it was an uber-short chapter, I know, but I just wanted to post what I had written, to let the few people who actually want to read the rest, know it isn't dead. I will be updating again, and the delay will be muuuuuch shorter. My friends! My muse has finally found a chink in my writers block! Watching Stargate SG1, playing MGS2, eating pocky, watching fushigi yugi, and listening to the most depressing music I can find, have all come together, to make me WRITE SOME MORE!!! ^__^ So. there you go. :
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Metal Gear Solid. Nothing! Nada! (Wish I did though -_-;;)
The Sickness Chapter Three by Shelley
Otacon looked down at Jack's near skeletal form, which lay prone in Snake's arms. "Here, set him on the couch," he motioned, removing some books which he had set there earlier. Snake brought Jack over and placed him onto the sofa. Otacon nervously pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "What happened to him?" He asked, uneasily.
Snake turned around and looked at Otacon, before speaking. "I found him on a street corner, he passed out and I wasn't sure where to take him."
"So you brought him here?" Otacon asked, his voice had taken on a slightly annoyed tone, mingled with worry. "Why didn't you take him to a hospital or something?"
"I thought of that, but then remembered about how the patriots had taken over the hospital that Olga's kid was born in," Snake answered. He could tell Otacon didn't seem to think that mattered too much. "The Patriots want him dead you know."
There was an odd moment of silence after that. Snake knew he was just adding insult to injury. Otacon had tried to find out as much information he could about the Patriots since the Big Shell incident, but he could only come across the same information every time. That they had all died 100 years ago, and that someone with their assumed name wanted a certain operative by the code name of 'Raiden' dead. He had found out a few more details, but nothing that could be helpful in trying to rid the world of Metal Gear technology. It had been a big blow to Otacon's ego. "Yeah, I know," He ruefully responded after a few seconds.
Notes: Aargh, So sorry I'm ending it there, it was an uber-short chapter, I know, but I just wanted to post what I had written, to let the few people who actually want to read the rest, know it isn't dead. I will be updating again, and the delay will be muuuuuch shorter. My friends! My muse has finally found a chink in my writers block! Watching Stargate SG1, playing MGS2, eating pocky, watching fushigi yugi, and listening to the most depressing music I can find, have all come together, to make me WRITE SOME MORE!!! ^__^ So. there you go. :