A Pregnant Woman and Traffic doesn't Mix
Disclaimer: again, I don't own anything in this fanfic, but I do own 13 rats! But, if I owned the Metal Gear series I would buy even MORE rats for my rat army! BWAHAHAHAHEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Author's Notes: ya' know I scare myself... a lot. Anyways, sorry if I get a bit wordy in this. I keep switching into "baffle them with bull-shit mode". Damn you high school!
Damn he was hungry. The smell of the food was escaping from the insulated bag and had filled the car with the smell of mac 'n cheese. Rose had decided to take a nap about ten minutes into the trip leaving Raiden to drive in silence. Absentmindedly he flicked on the radio, Weapon of Choice was playing. That got him into thinking about what his weapon of choice would be.
A Stinger? No, that was too cumbersome. Something that heavy was good for knocking guards out with, but when you're shooting it someone can come up behind you and beat the living shit out of you without you so much as being able to blink before it happened. That was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea.
Claymores? No, he'd blow his legs off in an instant.
Those "books". Great to look at, but not really something that strikes terror into the hearts of your enemies. He could just picture it.
"Freeze!" he would say.
His foe would shriek like a girl and fling their arms into the air "Please! Don't beat me to death with that Playboy!"
As he topped the hill the tale tell signs of a traffic accident came into view. The brake lights of at least fifty automobiles and the flashing lights of multiple emergency vehicles. Oh joy...
Rosemary woke with a soft snort. She drew her self up to full height and looked around rubbing her face sleepily.
"Where are we?" she asked with a yawn.
He groaned, "I think we're fifteen minutes from there. That's without the accident. With it....... I uhh.... have no idea."
She was fully awake now and squirmed in her seat.
"Jaaack!" she whined.
"Huh?"
"I gotta go to the bathroom!"
"What?" he asked dumbly
"I gotta PEE!"
"You went before we left!"
"I know that!" she snapped and squirmed in her seat some more," You try having something kicking your bladder like a soccer ball!
"Go in the woods." he said pointing off to their right and past the emergency lane.
Rose shook her head fiercely and crossed her legs.
"Well, why not? I don't want you peeing all over the seat for crying out loud!"
"There could be a homicidal maniac out there!"
Raiden clamped him mouth shut to keep from saying "they'd become a suicidal maniac the moment they ran into you." rose whined and crossed her legs ever tighter.
"Do you want me to come with-"
"NOOO!"
"Fine then.", he reached behind her seat into the clutter, pulled out a high powered police spotlight, and plopped it in her lap," if anything comes at you first blind them then beat them to death with this."
*End Chapter 2*
Yay! Much better now! Now see what 3 cans of ones favorite soda, a comical production of Shakespeare's plays Macbeth, and the Japanese rock band Dir en grey can do for you?
Disclaimer: again, I don't own anything in this fanfic, but I do own 13 rats! But, if I owned the Metal Gear series I would buy even MORE rats for my rat army! BWAHAHAHAHEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Author's Notes: ya' know I scare myself... a lot. Anyways, sorry if I get a bit wordy in this. I keep switching into "baffle them with bull-shit mode". Damn you high school!
Damn he was hungry. The smell of the food was escaping from the insulated bag and had filled the car with the smell of mac 'n cheese. Rose had decided to take a nap about ten minutes into the trip leaving Raiden to drive in silence. Absentmindedly he flicked on the radio, Weapon of Choice was playing. That got him into thinking about what his weapon of choice would be.
A Stinger? No, that was too cumbersome. Something that heavy was good for knocking guards out with, but when you're shooting it someone can come up behind you and beat the living shit out of you without you so much as being able to blink before it happened. That was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea.
Claymores? No, he'd blow his legs off in an instant.
Those "books". Great to look at, but not really something that strikes terror into the hearts of your enemies. He could just picture it.
"Freeze!" he would say.
His foe would shriek like a girl and fling their arms into the air "Please! Don't beat me to death with that Playboy!"
As he topped the hill the tale tell signs of a traffic accident came into view. The brake lights of at least fifty automobiles and the flashing lights of multiple emergency vehicles. Oh joy...
Rosemary woke with a soft snort. She drew her self up to full height and looked around rubbing her face sleepily.
"Where are we?" she asked with a yawn.
He groaned, "I think we're fifteen minutes from there. That's without the accident. With it....... I uhh.... have no idea."
She was fully awake now and squirmed in her seat.
"Jaaack!" she whined.
"Huh?"
"I gotta go to the bathroom!"
"What?" he asked dumbly
"I gotta PEE!"
"You went before we left!"
"I know that!" she snapped and squirmed in her seat some more," You try having something kicking your bladder like a soccer ball!
"Go in the woods." he said pointing off to their right and past the emergency lane.
Rose shook her head fiercely and crossed her legs.
"Well, why not? I don't want you peeing all over the seat for crying out loud!"
"There could be a homicidal maniac out there!"
Raiden clamped him mouth shut to keep from saying "they'd become a suicidal maniac the moment they ran into you." rose whined and crossed her legs ever tighter.
"Do you want me to come with-"
"NOOO!"
"Fine then.", he reached behind her seat into the clutter, pulled out a high powered police spotlight, and plopped it in her lap," if anything comes at you first blind them then beat them to death with this."
*End Chapter 2*
Yay! Much better now! Now see what 3 cans of ones favorite soda, a comical production of Shakespeare's plays Macbeth, and the Japanese rock band Dir en grey can do for you?