Rather important little note: This fic is not a fic at all. It is a conglomeration of small drabbles, pieces of stories that do not belong in any fic. These were all challenges, where a phrase and the word count were given to me, and I wrote something in response to the challenge. I like some of them, so I'm posting them here, in this story thing. New drabbles go into new chapters. None of them go together. They're just here.
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Challenge #10
Phrase: "Maybe it's too late to save you."
Word Count: 593
Rating: R
Title: Apprentice
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Solidus' point of view from the final battle of MGS2.
Warning: Kinda weird. First person.
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You are me.
At least, that was the idea. It started long ago, when you were just a child--I suppose I was a child back then too, thought only in terms of experience. You learn quickly when your life is cut in half by some foolish experiment, or, in my case, when you are the result of such an experiment. That's what I am, you see, some silly experiment made by a bunch of people who had too much time on their hands and too much cash in their pocket. You see me today and I look sixty-four, but I tell you, I've only been here for thirty-two years. I could be mistaken for the father of my older brothers.
In as such, I took you as a mere child and I molded you. Not only did they offer me only half a life, they took away my ability to pass myself down to the next generation. So I decided to defy them. I wanted my own son, and there was no way they could stop me from having you. I turned your childhood into mine--I made you grow up too quickly. I gave you a machine gun when you were six years old, showed you the best way to kill someone. I forced you to watch American war movies to give you image training. I mixed gunpowder into your food to sedate you.
I did that to a thousand other boys too, but you...you were the one I chose. I chose you because you were one of those boys who must have been quite the momma's boy (had you ever had the chance to be one) because you always did what was expected of you. You never complained, never said a word to anyone--not until you were ten years old and lead an entire unit and knew you were indispensable to us. That was when you started complaining.
Now I'm standing here, looking at what you've become. You left too early, and you weren't ready to leave me yet...maybe it's too late to save you. But somehow I don't think so. You don't realize it yet, and you probably never will. Neither do they, I don't think. Things weren't supposed to turn out this way. You were supposed to be my number one, the one to take over for me when my numbered years were spent. And instead, you got it in your mind to run away from everything I had tried so hard to make you. It made me so angry for so long.
I tried other ways to enforce my legacy. I married a woman named Linda. She made an excellent first lady when I took the office of president. That's all I really married her for, appearances (because a bachelor wouldn't make a very good presidential candidate) and social status, though she was nice to talk to. The Patriots killed her in retaliation when I disappeared four years ago. It really shouldn't have hurt as much as it did.
It all came back to you, though. I never realized how perfectly things would work out. I didn't realize they'd find you and pit you against me...no, they don't even see what they're doing, do they. But I see. I see the showdown between us as a test. I can tell you don't want to fight me, but they're making you. If you win, you'll hate them as much as I do. So bring it on, Jack. Let's see if you're everything I tried to make you.
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Challenge #10
Phrase: "Maybe it's too late to save you."
Word Count: 593
Rating: R
Title: Apprentice
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Solidus' point of view from the final battle of MGS2.
Warning: Kinda weird. First person.
--
You are me.
At least, that was the idea. It started long ago, when you were just a child--I suppose I was a child back then too, thought only in terms of experience. You learn quickly when your life is cut in half by some foolish experiment, or, in my case, when you are the result of such an experiment. That's what I am, you see, some silly experiment made by a bunch of people who had too much time on their hands and too much cash in their pocket. You see me today and I look sixty-four, but I tell you, I've only been here for thirty-two years. I could be mistaken for the father of my older brothers.
In as such, I took you as a mere child and I molded you. Not only did they offer me only half a life, they took away my ability to pass myself down to the next generation. So I decided to defy them. I wanted my own son, and there was no way they could stop me from having you. I turned your childhood into mine--I made you grow up too quickly. I gave you a machine gun when you were six years old, showed you the best way to kill someone. I forced you to watch American war movies to give you image training. I mixed gunpowder into your food to sedate you.
I did that to a thousand other boys too, but you...you were the one I chose. I chose you because you were one of those boys who must have been quite the momma's boy (had you ever had the chance to be one) because you always did what was expected of you. You never complained, never said a word to anyone--not until you were ten years old and lead an entire unit and knew you were indispensable to us. That was when you started complaining.
Now I'm standing here, looking at what you've become. You left too early, and you weren't ready to leave me yet...maybe it's too late to save you. But somehow I don't think so. You don't realize it yet, and you probably never will. Neither do they, I don't think. Things weren't supposed to turn out this way. You were supposed to be my number one, the one to take over for me when my numbered years were spent. And instead, you got it in your mind to run away from everything I had tried so hard to make you. It made me so angry for so long.
I tried other ways to enforce my legacy. I married a woman named Linda. She made an excellent first lady when I took the office of president. That's all I really married her for, appearances (because a bachelor wouldn't make a very good presidential candidate) and social status, though she was nice to talk to. The Patriots killed her in retaliation when I disappeared four years ago. It really shouldn't have hurt as much as it did.
It all came back to you, though. I never realized how perfectly things would work out. I didn't realize they'd find you and pit you against me...no, they don't even see what they're doing, do they. But I see. I see the showdown between us as a test. I can tell you don't want to fight me, but they're making you. If you win, you'll hate them as much as I do. So bring it on, Jack. Let's see if you're everything I tried to make you.