Disclaimer: Still own jack. I don't mean jack as in Raiden, I mean it as in jack-s**t!
Quote of the chapter: I miss my mullet
Chapter 2: FOX-HOUND Reborn!
Some Street in Alaska
A large red vortex opens, three ragged journeymen stumble through, along with four Play station 2's. These clearly combat scarred warriors rise from the snow, indignant and proud.
Mike: (Reads the narrator's paragraph) The H**L!? I ain't scarred, a warrior, pissed or proud!! I'm a freaking obese 15 year old nerd with a bad complexion and a mullet!
Ryan:(coughs to grab Mike's attention, then glances nervously at his hair)
Mike:(realization dawns on him) C**P! I forgot I got it cut!!
Narrator: Pussy.
Mike: Come again?
Narrator: You heard me!
Mike: Care to prove your mettle in combat?
Narrator:(reveals himself to be Liquid Snake) So you are a warrior after all.
Mikey: We don't want any trouble Mike!
Mike&Liquid: Go to H**l!
Mikey: Okay!(leaves to find a gateway to Hell)
Mike: Have at you, Liquid!
Liquid: That's my line!
Mike: Win it back!
Ryan: SWEEET! (grabs an IMMENSE bag of popcorn and waits for his turn)
A violent battle ensues, Liquid throwing a hard right, easily dodged by Mike, who launches himself at Liquid elbow first. It connect with an audible "crack" , the victims head snaps back, leaving a trail of crimson mist in it's wake. Mike gives him a moment to recover, a challenging grin plastered on his rough features. Liquid needs no more time then that given to him and redoubles his offensive, two quick unsuccessful jabs, followed by a masterfully executed roundhouse kick, effectively removing Mike from his feet.
The youth rises slowly, never breaking eye contact with Liquid, who allows him to do so. His intentions are clearly to taunt him. Mike decides to take the offensive an fire a barrage of jabs, all of which connect with his well built torso. The larger man attempts to fall back, but Mike who would not allow this, nabs his wrist and pulls him towards himself. Liquid attempts to retaliate with a vicious hook, only to strike but air, the boy had ducked beneath his fist and brutally drives his knee into him, causing his foe to double over in agony and follows through with brutally precise and malice filled elbow strike, containing the totality of his strength to the base of Liquid's skull.
His foe, obviously, drops like a stone.
Ryan: No s**t Sherlock!
Mike: Hey! It ain't easy to Narrate and fight!
Ryan: Why don't I?
Mike: Sounds like a plan! Now, where was I?
Ryan: Ugh, 'bout to kick him in the ribs?
Mike: Excellent plan of action my dear friend!!
Liquid:(in obvious pain) Are you mocking me?
Mike only response was a brutal to his ribs, his steel toe boot shattering several of them. The middle aged man rolls onto his back and coughs blood onto both his face and throat.
Mike: Damn! You're freaking awesome!
Ryan: (chuckles evilly) Damn strait!!
Liquid Snake, despite all odds, rises from the ground.
Liquid: HA! You can only kill me by knocking me off of Metal Gear REX!
Mike: Shit!
Ryan: As the author I have only one thing to say. METAL GEAR REX APPEAR!
Somehow, the to nemeses are standing upon a destroyed Metal Gear REX!
Liquid:(deadpan) Crap.
Mike:(ducks below camera angle and pops up directly in front of Liquid) (in a high pitched voice) BOO!
Liquid: AAAHH!( Jumps back in surprise, right off of REX)
Mike: I suggest you look down.
Ryan: Yup.
Liquid:(looks down and sees that he is defying gravity and starts to sob, right before he drops like a stone) SNAAKE!!
Mike:(pissed) I AIN'T SNAKE!
They are suddenly back on solid ground. Snowy, yes, but solid none the less.
Voice: Got some moves there, kid.
They wheel on their heels, and are confronted by the legendary Solid Snake!!
Mike: Holy creation of God, all knowing father! Great cosmos of infinite bounds!
Ryan: Holy shit!
Snake: Good vocabulary kid.
Mike: Damn right!
Ryan: Are you asian/british or british/asian.
Snake: I prefer to think of myself as Brasian.
Mike: Sweet!
Snake: Anyway, I came with a job offer.
Ryan: Sweet!
Snake: How 'bout joining Philanthropy?
Mike: Is that a non lucrative organization?
Snake: Yeah.
Ryan: Screw that! We got a better plan.
Snake: Like what?
Mike: Push for the recreation of unit FOX-HOUND.
Snake: I like.
Ryan: Then to President Bush we go!
The scene is suddenly President Bush's office.
Snake: What the Hell!?
Bush: How did you get past security?
Mike: To answer both questions: Fanfic author powers!
Bush: (Terrified) No...No!!
Snake: Holy shit! No wonder you kicked Liquid's ass!
Ryan: Shut up Snake. (To Bush) To avoid paranormal shit raining on your head, concede to our demand.
Bush:(wondering if he can actually make it happen) Which is..?
Mike: The full rebirth of unit FOX-HOUND.
Bush: Deal!
Out of nowhere, Gray Fox, free of his exoskeleton, leaps into the small team.
Fox: FOX-HOUND is reborn!
Ryan:(surprised) FOX-HOUND is reborn?
Fox: (completely surprised) FOX-HOUND is reborne?!
Both:(ecstatic) SWEET!
Mike: (to Snake) Face vault?
Snake:(nods)
Both:(anime face vault)
Bush: Screw this, I'm outta here.(leaves)
Soon, composure is returned.
Fox: Snake, we both have mullets!
Mike: We all have mullets!
The group cheers enthusiastically, then break into small coughs and laugh nervously.
Mike:(it finally dawns on him) Crap! I miss my mullet!!(breaks into tears)
Author's notes: We later recovered the PS2's and moved into the new command station.(an abandoned warehouse) We decided not to edit out the 'light' curses. No I could not take Liquid on my own. Fox's resurrection is completely fictional, we just love the man. I LOOOVE fight scenes, upcoming ones will be far more graphic. Will change rating if need be.
Screw X-Box!! Screw Flanders!! Screw Jack!! Oh, this time I do mean Raiden.
Closing remarks: Our first fic, so cut us some slack. Overall, this chapter is better than the first one. Send suggestions.
Quote of the chapter: I miss my mullet
Chapter 2: FOX-HOUND Reborn!
Some Street in Alaska
A large red vortex opens, three ragged journeymen stumble through, along with four Play station 2's. These clearly combat scarred warriors rise from the snow, indignant and proud.
Mike: (Reads the narrator's paragraph) The H**L!? I ain't scarred, a warrior, pissed or proud!! I'm a freaking obese 15 year old nerd with a bad complexion and a mullet!
Ryan:(coughs to grab Mike's attention, then glances nervously at his hair)
Mike:(realization dawns on him) C**P! I forgot I got it cut!!
Narrator: Pussy.
Mike: Come again?
Narrator: You heard me!
Mike: Care to prove your mettle in combat?
Narrator:(reveals himself to be Liquid Snake) So you are a warrior after all.
Mikey: We don't want any trouble Mike!
Mike&Liquid: Go to H**l!
Mikey: Okay!(leaves to find a gateway to Hell)
Mike: Have at you, Liquid!
Liquid: That's my line!
Mike: Win it back!
Ryan: SWEEET! (grabs an IMMENSE bag of popcorn and waits for his turn)
A violent battle ensues, Liquid throwing a hard right, easily dodged by Mike, who launches himself at Liquid elbow first. It connect with an audible "crack" , the victims head snaps back, leaving a trail of crimson mist in it's wake. Mike gives him a moment to recover, a challenging grin plastered on his rough features. Liquid needs no more time then that given to him and redoubles his offensive, two quick unsuccessful jabs, followed by a masterfully executed roundhouse kick, effectively removing Mike from his feet.
The youth rises slowly, never breaking eye contact with Liquid, who allows him to do so. His intentions are clearly to taunt him. Mike decides to take the offensive an fire a barrage of jabs, all of which connect with his well built torso. The larger man attempts to fall back, but Mike who would not allow this, nabs his wrist and pulls him towards himself. Liquid attempts to retaliate with a vicious hook, only to strike but air, the boy had ducked beneath his fist and brutally drives his knee into him, causing his foe to double over in agony and follows through with brutally precise and malice filled elbow strike, containing the totality of his strength to the base of Liquid's skull.
His foe, obviously, drops like a stone.
Ryan: No s**t Sherlock!
Mike: Hey! It ain't easy to Narrate and fight!
Ryan: Why don't I?
Mike: Sounds like a plan! Now, where was I?
Ryan: Ugh, 'bout to kick him in the ribs?
Mike: Excellent plan of action my dear friend!!
Liquid:(in obvious pain) Are you mocking me?
Mike only response was a brutal to his ribs, his steel toe boot shattering several of them. The middle aged man rolls onto his back and coughs blood onto both his face and throat.
Mike: Damn! You're freaking awesome!
Ryan: (chuckles evilly) Damn strait!!
Liquid Snake, despite all odds, rises from the ground.
Liquid: HA! You can only kill me by knocking me off of Metal Gear REX!
Mike: Shit!
Ryan: As the author I have only one thing to say. METAL GEAR REX APPEAR!
Somehow, the to nemeses are standing upon a destroyed Metal Gear REX!
Liquid:(deadpan) Crap.
Mike:(ducks below camera angle and pops up directly in front of Liquid) (in a high pitched voice) BOO!
Liquid: AAAHH!( Jumps back in surprise, right off of REX)
Mike: I suggest you look down.
Ryan: Yup.
Liquid:(looks down and sees that he is defying gravity and starts to sob, right before he drops like a stone) SNAAKE!!
Mike:(pissed) I AIN'T SNAKE!
They are suddenly back on solid ground. Snowy, yes, but solid none the less.
Voice: Got some moves there, kid.
They wheel on their heels, and are confronted by the legendary Solid Snake!!
Mike: Holy creation of God, all knowing father! Great cosmos of infinite bounds!
Ryan: Holy shit!
Snake: Good vocabulary kid.
Mike: Damn right!
Ryan: Are you asian/british or british/asian.
Snake: I prefer to think of myself as Brasian.
Mike: Sweet!
Snake: Anyway, I came with a job offer.
Ryan: Sweet!
Snake: How 'bout joining Philanthropy?
Mike: Is that a non lucrative organization?
Snake: Yeah.
Ryan: Screw that! We got a better plan.
Snake: Like what?
Mike: Push for the recreation of unit FOX-HOUND.
Snake: I like.
Ryan: Then to President Bush we go!
The scene is suddenly President Bush's office.
Snake: What the Hell!?
Bush: How did you get past security?
Mike: To answer both questions: Fanfic author powers!
Bush: (Terrified) No...No!!
Snake: Holy shit! No wonder you kicked Liquid's ass!
Ryan: Shut up Snake. (To Bush) To avoid paranormal shit raining on your head, concede to our demand.
Bush:(wondering if he can actually make it happen) Which is..?
Mike: The full rebirth of unit FOX-HOUND.
Bush: Deal!
Out of nowhere, Gray Fox, free of his exoskeleton, leaps into the small team.
Fox: FOX-HOUND is reborn!
Ryan:(surprised) FOX-HOUND is reborn?
Fox: (completely surprised) FOX-HOUND is reborne?!
Both:(ecstatic) SWEET!
Mike: (to Snake) Face vault?
Snake:(nods)
Both:(anime face vault)
Bush: Screw this, I'm outta here.(leaves)
Soon, composure is returned.
Fox: Snake, we both have mullets!
Mike: We all have mullets!
The group cheers enthusiastically, then break into small coughs and laugh nervously.
Mike:(it finally dawns on him) Crap! I miss my mullet!!(breaks into tears)
Author's notes: We later recovered the PS2's and moved into the new command station.(an abandoned warehouse) We decided not to edit out the 'light' curses. No I could not take Liquid on my own. Fox's resurrection is completely fictional, we just love the man. I LOOOVE fight scenes, upcoming ones will be far more graphic. Will change rating if need be.
Screw X-Box!! Screw Flanders!! Screw Jack!! Oh, this time I do mean Raiden.
Closing remarks: Our first fic, so cut us some slack. Overall, this chapter is better than the first one. Send suggestions.