Metal Gear Solid 4: Fox Hunter
By: Michael Blossom
Disclaimer: I's got nothin to do with Konami, Kojima, or the Metal Gear series, except I play the games, no sue-age, please.
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Chapter Zero: The Prologue
The television screen prompts for a load of a saved game. No files exist. "Awww crap!" A kid's voice can be heard furiously protesting. "I shouldn't have let the memory card go in the washer..."
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Maurice Hudson, a Cold War veteran, stood waiting outside an emergency ward. His wife, Daphne, laid incapacitated on the inside. As he paced, smoking a half-used cigarette, he mumbled to himself, trying to consol himself into thinking everything was okay. A doctor barged out of the ER, shaking his head.
"Tell me!" Maurice grabbed the doctor by the collar with both hands. "What happened to my wife? Tell me!"
"Sir!" The doctor panicked. "Please! Calm down!"
"Just tell me!"
"She," The doctor gulped. "S-she died, s-sir. But, but... we saved the child."
"What child?"
"Your son."
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"Today is July sixteenth, year two-thousand and five. You know what that means, right?" A perky female senior asked her best buddy, who was sleeping on his desk in fourth period Honors History class. "Hey, you awake in there?" She knocked on his head.
The short, spiky, swept back blond hair moved to the side as his head rotated to face the girl. One bright blue eye shone through the shadows and looked at her. "What? Is it two-thirty already, Erica?"
"Nope, but it is the sixteenth, which means...?" Erica looked at him with a grin. She was a petit brunette, only about five feet and two inches. Despite her small size, he knew she could hit harder than any boxer. It also wouldn't be likely that anyone would see her as a senior, with her cute little nose and pink lips, more befitting of a sophomore than a senior. Her shining emerald eyes told you everything about her, she was innocent and naive, but eternally hopeful.
He had to think about it for a moment. "It's our anniversary?" He replied jokingly.
She knocked him in the back of the head with an eleven page essay. "Last day of school, duh... Anniversary? Where did you get that idea?"
He laughed. "I'm awake now." He lifted his head, grinning slightly. His face was sharp-featured, with piercing glacier blue eyes. His inch long blonde hair was done in three millimeter diameter spikes, all swept toward the back of his head at a thirty five degree angle to his head.
The bell rung a second later, signaling the end of class. All the seniors jumped up and yelled for joy, excepting him. He felt a twinge of sadness, because he'd never see her again. "C'mon Yeager! Let's get outta here!" She called to him, already at the door with her book bag.
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It was one hour after school had stopped, Yeager sat with an Air Force recruitment officer. The officer, Morris Jackson, shoved over some papers and stood up. "Welcome to the United States Air Force." He said and saluted with the typical military edge and harshness.
Yeager got up and saluted just as firmly. "Thank you sir."
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Prologue Complete. Saving file... Complete.
This is just the prequel... :P I should have thefirst part up tonight. Read, review, please...