So I'm so sorry for the lack of updating! My account was being stupid and wouldn't upload! Because of this, I now have a freakishly looonnnnnngggggg chunk of this story. So my question is: do you want me to post it all in one chunk? Or would you prefer I space it out in a couple of longish chappys? Let me know in the reviews! Also, thanks so much to people who reviewed/added this story to alerts. Love you all. I'm also working on intros/first chappys on 2 Snake Eyes storys! I've grown a fetish on Ray Park, mostly because I love his fighting/acrobatic style. And come on, Snake is one cool cat! Anywho, one is sort of themed like this, the other is more like what I'm planning for Hidden Mischief. It's got the romance but it also has quite a bit of an actionish/twisted plot theme^.^
I gasped. He had fainted. I knew it was a bad idea to keep someone locked inside a cage. No matter what they've committed. It's still murder. I abruptly pressed the button on the device. It took a whole 30 seconds for what the Joes equivalent of a swat team to be stationed out of the cell. It opened and I paused in shock. Someone yanked me out of the cell as they pointed the guns at the prisoner. "Are you ok?" The guard asked in concern. I nodded. "Uh ya. I am. He's not." I pointed at the man. He turned towards the man and his face twisted in puzzlement. "He fainted. I think it was the lack of oxygen from the sack on his head." I explained. He just stared. "We will get someone to look at him. I don't understand how its possible. It was a breathing material. It was most likely out of shock. What did you tell him?" He asked me in complete curiosity. "I just asked him his name." I replied flabbergasted. "Are you sure that's it?" He looked at me wary. "Of course I am!" I rolled my eyes. He sighed. "Ok, well, we'll let you know when he comes to. Until then, I guess you can go." He shrugged. I looked past the guards shoulder at the man currently unconscious in the cell. I don't know why, but I felt like I knew him. Something was tugging on the strings of my heart, telling me to stay. I swatted the insure feeling away and nodded to the guard. "Mm ok." I gave the man one last look before I retreated to the door.
I sighed. I was currently typing up a report based off my first encounter with the odd and mysterious Cobra Commander. I really had no idea what to type. After all, I spent less than 10 minutes in a cell with a person who maybe said two sentences? His voice tone was hard to distinguish with that awry silver breathing mechanism and I couldn't read his face. His body language couldn't really give anything away besides being tense. Which I would be too if I had a sack over my head. I sighed. This was harder than I thought. Maybe I should just take a break. But then again, what would I do? I was confined. I had none of my possessions, and I was bored out of my mind. Then a thought popped into my head. It wasn't exactly my brightest idea ever, but I really had nothing better to do. I sighed in boredom and decided to give in.
I knocked on the door to the one area that always gave me the heeby jeebys. I shuddered. Maybe being bored was a better idea. The door opened once again. I walked a long path way towards the pods and punched in a code. I then proceeded to scan my finger and the pod was slowly pulled in the pad direction. As it stopped with a loud thunk, I nearly decided to put it back. But curiosity had always been my biggest flaw, so I opened the pod anyways. I stepped inside the cell and the doors very loudly and abruptly shut. I punched in the code to send it back to the containment. I sat on the floor and studied him. The silver mask was intimidating to some, but I found it rather fascinating actually. I couldn't see his eyes because he was currently sleeping, but I found something deep inside me stir. I sighed as I realized I was getting a soft spot for my mission. How ironic. And yet, I didn't even know who he was. I shook my head. Rex was right. I cared too much. My mind began to trail off as I continued to watch him sleep.
It was late autumn as we walked through the busy museums in Washington Square. I honestly have never met a person who didn't mind going to a museum with me. Or more, one I didn't mind going with. He was so funny, and kind. And I don't know exactly why, but my heart began to speed up every time he looked at me. I laughed as he made another joke about the Lincoln Statue in front of us. I shook my head. "You are so strange." I laughed. He smirked. "Yeah, but strange is different." He mocked me. I lightly wacked him in feigned hurt. "Shut up." I rolled my eyes. I turned towards a dark area as I heard a whimper and a shout. "Bitch! How could you embarrass me like that! I've never been so humiliated!" The young women in front of him flinched as he raised his hand. I got the feeling that this wasn't the first time he had hurt her. "HEY!" I forcefully shouted, the anger beginning to boil at the surface. Rex grabbed my arm. "Don't. Leave it alone." He whispered in my ear. I gave him a cold stare and shook his arm off. I purposely stomped over toward the couple. The man turned shocked and I moved between the two. I crossed my arms. "Don't you dare touch her." I narrowed my eyes at him. He glared at me smuggly. "Oh? And what do you purpose to do about it?" He was amused now. "Kick your ass into jail, obviously." I replied in a nonchalantly threatening tone. His face turned into a scowl. "You better watch it little girl." He said darkly, in an attempt to tighten me. "I think you're the one who needs to sleep with an eye open." It wasn't working. He raised his hand to punch me but I caught it and swept his legs out from underneath him. I pinned him to the ground. "Now, don't you ever threaten anyone again, or I'll have your head." I threatened. "Got it?" I replied in a fake sweet tone. He groaned by nodded. "Good." I jumped up and turned towards the girl. "Get a new boyfriend." She nodded and scurried away in fear. I turned to walk back towards Rex. His eyes widened suddenly. "Watch out!" He screamed and ran, but it was to late. I groaned as I felt the knife go in. Damnnit ,for not seeing that I turned and pulled a gun at him. Shooting him straight in the temple. He fell to the ground, dead. "I warned you." I commented. I grabbed the handle of the knife and flinched. It was in good. I gave it a hard tug and it came out with a gasp. Rex caught me as I began to wobble. "You care too much." He mumbled in agitation and fear. I smiled at him. "I know." I passed out.
I smiled a heavily as I surveyed the, for lack of a better word, broken man in front of me. I cared too much for other people. Any normal person would be able to detach themselves from the object they were assigned. Me? Well I would most likely meet by downfall. I saw good in everything, even this man I knew nothing of. I don't know why. But I had the urge to just hug him. He seemed like he needed if he was hurt. His point of view misinterpreted not evil. I watched him for a while longer before I became tired. I probably should leave but I was too groggy to move. So I leaned against the door. And every time I began to drift off, my neck would start hurting. I huffed. Halfway clouded with sleep I scooted closer to the already sleeping figure and snuggled up to him. He was surprisingly soft, I let out a gentle sigh and rested my head on his chest. I slowly began to drift into a peaceful sleep as I listened to the gentle thud of his heartbeat.
I felt something shift in my arms. And on instinct I moved to wrap my arms around the figure. The person let out a soft sigh. That's when I remembered I was in a cell...alone. My eyes popped open immediately. The site that met me nearly caused me to go into shock for the second time that day. At least I think it was the same day. My heart began to beat rapidly as I realized she was in fact, sleeping on me. My head began to swirl. I couldn't believe this was happening. Had I finally cracked? I knew I had gone a little psychotic after she died, but this was too much. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to will myself back to sanity. She began to stir in my arms. I groaned. This was too real. It sickened me, because if I went down the path of actually believing it, I would wake up one day. That would be worse than any pain I've ever experienced. I sighed in depression. I suppose, I truly have gone crazy. Well, I guess this is a better illusion than not having her around.
It took a full hour for Rex to finally decide that it really made no difference if he decided to go along with his imagination rather than ignore it. After all, she was obviously going to stay here(illusionary of course) so he might as well accept his fantasies and take advantage of the fake situation. He pulled her closer, and for the first time in a very long time, he wished he didn't have a blasted mask on his face. Then, he could bury his face in her hair and envelop himself in her sweet succulent scent. He decided to settle with taking off his leather like gloves. It felt so odd to be in direct contact with his surroundings. Ever since the procedure, his nerves had become extremely sensitive, to the point where the room usually felt icy to his skin. He rested his now shaking hand on her hair. He closed his eyes. Not many things in the world felt even remotely good when the feelings were over sensitive. It heightened every sense and nerve cord a person possessed. But this, the feeling of her soft hair and skin gently touching his hand. It was a sensation he wished to feel forever. He sighed in contentment as he began to stroke her hair and arm. If this was a dream, he never wished to awaken.