Disclaimer: I do not own Solid Snake/David, nor am I making money from this story. Snake belongs to HIDEO KOJIMA and Konami Computers Entertainment Japan.

Author: This is kind of a monologue that is supposed to show the thoughts and feelings of Snake as he questions him self or rather, "his hidden alter ego". I wrote this listening to "Mad world" performed by Michael Andrews and Gary Jules and because I've always wanted to know what Snake thinks about his life and if he really knows what he's doing with it...Please enjoy.

My name is David

My name is David, and I'm not sure what I'm doing with my life. I wish I really knew but I don't. I really have no idea who or what I am. I am sat, here in my room, trying to figure out where I came from. I have a family or I had a family. All of them are dead, by my own hand. I live alone, by my self in a cold place called Alaska and the closest thing I have to family are my fifty huskies.

Why am I here?

I find being with other people hard. In my lifetime, I learned not to trust any one or to get close. The people I trusted I killed, and people I got close to, died. In the end I chose to be alone.

I'm tired of being alone.

Death seems to follow me. Damned to hell, because I killed a lot of people. Don't know why.

I was only following orders.

A "legend" is what they call me, "the man who can make the impossible, possible." A "hero".

Am I?

I don't recall doing any thing good that would give me the title of "Hero" or "Legend". I don't remember saving any one. I remember killing, I remember death and I remember hate and revenge.

I am a murderer.

No...wait, I'm not the killer. He is.

I'm David...just David, I'm not a killer.

He is. He's the killer, the "Hero", the "legend", "the man who can make the impossible, possible." Not me. He is, and his name is...

Solid Snake.

Author: Please don't flame me. I just wanted to take a good long look at Snakes life. I just wanted people to see past the mask, past the hero and legend, to see what was underneath. And underneath I found a very lonely man, trying to find some meaning in life or a reason for the way it has become the way it is.

R&R please.