The first thing I remember was a million questions were forming in my head, echoing loudly, and bouncing off each other making the sound undeniably loud. Unconsciously I tried to tether them in a corner, to push them away, but they came back regrouped and louder then ever. I tried to ignore them, concentrate on keeping a blank mind, but when they began pounding on my head very forcefully, I knew I had no other option, so I began to sort through them slowly, or at least as slow as I could as they streamed through my head like a raging river.

Who am I? What am I? Why am I here? How did I get here? Where is here? Are there others? Are they like me? Would they understand me?

I heard strange sounds somewhere far off, dull and yet they called me towards them. Cracking my eyes open for the first time, I was suddenly blinded by a flood of white-hot light and I snapped them shut have a second later. The pain was intense, and I knew I would think twice about doing that ever again. But what got me curious was that the strange sounds doubled, and were louder.

I bat at the side of my head weakly with my arm, and felt thin cords pull at my arm, making me feel like I was attached to something. I stopped moving, afraid of something. The taunting sound continued, and so curious beyond all belief, I considered opening my eyes once more. Deciding I had nothing to lose, I cracked open one eye, prepared for the sudden flash of light.

After I got used to the white, I noticed a blue of colours all around me. I swished my hand softly, and felt a strange liquid like goop slide through my fingers with a strange sensation traveling through my arm. I opened my other eye to see better, and was able to concentrate better on my surroundings. I was floating in what seemed to be an over sized test-tube, attached to about fifty or so wires, serving as my life support.

Outside my glass prison, was a group of other beings that looked similar to me. One of them caught my attention immediately. Long platinum hair and blue green eyes... Immediately I knew I was in love with an angel. I pushed one hand up against the glass, shivering at the way the goopy liquid shifted to allow my movement, staring sadly in the direction of my angel. The others meant nothing to me, I knew this man was meant to be my savior, and I would have none but him set me free from my prison.

He said something to one of the others, before turning around and heading towards the exit, leaving me alone in my prison. Me heart was shattered. Pulling the mask off my face feeding me air, I gasped, feeling the goopy liquid fill my mouth and nose. The others gasped, and started to scream and I started to claw at the glass, trying to get out of my grave. One of the others found away to drain the goop, but there was no way it would empty in time.

My angel stared at me blankly, seeming not caring that I was dying. I hardly noticed when the glass of my container was shattered, and I fell to the floor limply bleeding and running low on air. Every thing went quiet to my ears, even though I know they were still screaming and panicking. One word slipped from my Angel's mouth, to haunt me for years to come.

My mind drew a blank, and I went numb to the world around me.

My Angel had just... I didn't feel the coat wrapped around me, or the arms that picked me up to carry me away to somewhere I could properly be treated. I didn't hear the voices of the people as they talked to me, seeing if I was okay, before talking to the others. They were both excited and scared.

I was just... I didn't feel my body being laid on a cot, or as the bandages were wrapped around my wounds. I didn't hear the soft words that washed over me, trying to sooth down my confused soul.

What did I do...? My eyes were still wide, and this worried the doctor that was looking over me. I realized I must be seem to be in a state of shock, so I forced my eyes closed, letting the tears fall down my cheeks.

My Angel... I started to choke, unable to breath anymore. Reaching up, I rubbed the back of my head, feeling my thick but short hair, and pulling on it tightly, resisting the urge to scream out in desperation.

He just... I didn't feel the strong arms pull at my own weak ones, tying me down to the bed with leather straps, to keep me from hurting myself. I sobbed, chocking slightly, giving completely into my pain and misery.

I was just... A needle was pressed into my forearm, and the yellow gold liquid entered my veins, and a moment later my muscles started to relax and I succumbed to unconsciousness.

Rejected.

Readers-

This is just the opening, it will get more interesting by the time the next chapter is up. As will the person's identity and their connection to MGS be introduced. This isn't really a crossover, though I have stolen a character from another game and altered his personality slightly.

-Lilith