I hope you guys enjoy this one, I am very sorry that It came a little late but better than nothing

I do NOT own the metal gear franchise or any of the original characters of the game at all…

Enjoy

ELIJAH

As Elijah stood before, to whom he sees as an angelic teenage girl, he noticed her golden eyes staring back at him with surreal clarity. And although they've just met and didn't know a thing about one another, he could tell that she was… different. Snapping himself out of his short-lived trance, he raised his hand and reached out to touch her. But before he could, she flinched. Of course Elijah expected this kind of reaction from her, so he couldn't blame her for doing so. But the moment he softly touched her cheek, he felt her relax. He assumed that she wasn't expecting this, especially not after witnessing what he had done to three of her classmates' just mere minutes ago.

Her skin felt soft against his own, the complete opposite to how his own felt, all thanks to the scars he received from his past. Elijah soon removed his hand and stepped forward, taking the empty seat that was right next to the she stood behind. He sat there in silence as he stared down at his hands. His thoughts were clouded by how disgusted he was at what they could and can do to a person. He knew that someone like him shouldn't be around a girl like the one he was sitting next to… but he was. He just sat there with his attention focused on his arms, which were also riddled with just as many scars as his hands. He could easily remember that most of his injuries were caused by a variety of different blades while the rest came from clawed animals he encountered. But evidently, his arms and hands weren't the only places riddled with scars. His entire body was.

With his eyes closed for a moment, he felt something slowly streaming down his arm. He snapped his eyes open and immediately glanced at his shoulder. He could clearly see blood slowly exiting the wound one of the boys had inflicted with their switchblade. He couldn't exactly remember which one had done it, but at that moment, that was the least of his worries.

"Shit…! This was my favorite shirt!" Elijah mumbled to himself.

Seeing his blood dripping to the floor, he quickly wiped away the single trail with his thumb. After cleaning his arm, he licked his thumb so he didn't mistakenly smear it anywhere else. He then took his finger and placed it inside the wound, checking to see just how deep the cut was. After a minute or so of examining the injury, Elijah concluded that the cut was at least two inches deep. There was a burning pain lingering inside and around the wound, but he ignored it. Knowing that he had to find a way to stop the bleeding, and with no spare bandage wrap lying around, he rips off his ruined shirt sleeve and tears it so that it was one long piece of cloth. He ripped the other sleeve off to make the cloth longer, and to help make his shirt look even. He then takes both ripped pieces of fabric, ties them together and wraps it around the wound. Once he was sure that the makeshift bandage was covering the wound completely, he ties the two ends together, securing the fabric firmly in place.

"There. That ought to hold until I get home." He murmured to himself as he knots the two ends together for a second time.

"What are you doing?" Elijah heard a soft, feminine voice ask.

He jerked his head up sharply and turned into the direction he heard the voice. There he saw a girl dressed in a light blue dress. She had a dark complexion with her long black hair styled in braids. As she stood before Elijah, she looked at him with a confused expression on her face. Elijah also noticed her staring at his wounded shoulder and the burn mark that looked like a tattoo.

"You shouldn't be worrying about me. Those three over there… maybe, but not me." He told her in a surprisingly calm and pleasant tone.

"Why should I worry about them?" She asked him in a surprised tone as she folded her arms across her chest. "To be honest, I never liked either one of those jerks." She added as she took a nervous step closer to his desk.

As she explained herself, Elijah looked passed the young girl standing before him. There he saw a group of girls burning a hole in her head. He glanced back and forth between them, which went unnoticed by them all. He just shrugged to himself and acted as if he didn't notice them in the first place as he looked back up towards the girl before him.

"I was just asking. I thought you would be." Elijah said, answering the girl's question.

With her question answered, silence surrounded them both. Seeing that she had nothing else to say, or didn't know what else to say, Elijah dug into his bag and pulled out a pair of headphones. Once he pulled his phone out of his pocket, he plugged in his headphones. He slid the electronic devices around his neck and started to search for a song to listen to. Just as he was about to put them over his ears, the girl spoke once more.

"What's with that tattoo on your arm?" She asked innocently with curiosity in her eyes.

Her sudden question caused him to freeze for a second. He glanced up at the very girl who asked him the question and then glanced over at the group of girls, who were still looking their way. This time around, they caught James looking at them. Acknowledging the curious look Elijah was sending them, they all swiftly turned away in embarrassment. Once they were looking away, Elijah directed his attention back onto the girl standing before him.

"Do you yourself want to know?" he asked and directed his eyes back onto the group of girls. "Or… do they want to know?" he finished as he looked back towards her.

"Umm…" the girl started, but her words got caught in her throat as a look of guilt appeared on her face.

"Hey. Relax." Elijah told her. "If they want to know so badly, tell them to come over and asked me themselves. Okay?" He added as he lifted his headphones, placing them over his ears. Once they were in place, he began playing his music.

With that said, the girl nodded and turned around, heading back to the cluster of girls. Before the girl could return back to her seat, her group of friends began to bombard her with several questions at once. Even a few of the guys sitting close by were trying to seek answers to their own questions. Elijah simply looked away, quickly becoming uninterested in the group's little discussion altogether. He turned towards his right and glanced at the girl that was sitting next to him. He found her busy reading some kind of book. But he couldn't help but notice that she was having trouble keeping her focus. If it wasn't for his keen eye, he would have only assumed that she was annoyed by the stares she was still receiving from her fellow classmates.

He was just about to ask her what was wrong when he got a strange feeling as if someone was approaching him. He glanced back out the corner of his eye to see a small band of girls heading his way. Releasing a soft, unnoticeable sigh, he turned towards them as he removed his headphones. Music blared from the speakers as he placed them around his neck. By the time he picked up his phone to turn the volume down, the girls were standing beside him.

"What do you need?" Elijah asked with a small smile gracing his lips, which surprises a few of the girls.

"Well… you see. We wanted to know, what's with that tattoo on your arm?" One of the girls asked as she pointed at his arm. She had a fair complexion with long dirty blonde hair and grayish green eyes. She looked like she was the leader of the group.

"Okay first... this isn't a tattoo. It's a burn mark from a cattle prod…" Elijah wasn't able to finish his explanation and was cut off when one of the girls interrupted.

"Aren't those used to mark cows or bulls as someone's property or something?" She asked with a shocked expression present on her face. This girl had tanned skin, hazel brown eyes and long curly black hair with light brown highlights.

"Yeah, that's what they're used for. But… not in Africa." Elijah stated as he crossed his arms. "Is there anything else you girls wanted to know?" he asked as he patiently waited for one of them to speak up.

Seconds after Elijah asked that question, the girls began to bombard him with question after question after question. Mostly, if not all, pertained to his likes and dislikes. It soon grew silent when they couldn't come up with anything else to ask him. Seeing that there was nothing else to be asked about, the group of girls left Elijah to his music. He didn't mind answering their questions, even though they were a bit repetitive. After replacing his headphones back over his ears, he turned back into his seat. For no reason whatsoever, he glanced out the corner of his eye and found his neighbor, Erin, staring silently at him. He couldn't help but wonder just how long she's been sitting there looking at him. Was she interested in the girls asking him questions or was there something else? He removed his headphones once more and directed his attention on her.

"What's your name?" he asked the girl as she continued to stare intently at him. She remained silent for a moment until she found her voice to speak up.

"My name is Erin. Erin Grant." She answered in a plain tone as she leaned closer towards him. As she did, she kept her eyes locked firmly onto his.

"Uh… What are you…?" Before he could finish his sentence, Erin cut him off by kissing him on the lips. Elijah's vision suddenly grew foggy and soon turned pitch black. He could have sworn he heard a few gasps in the background, but he was caught off guard so fast that he couldn't pay attention long enough to determine that he heard such or not.

Flashback….

For a moment, all he knew was pitch black darkness and didn't know where he was or what was happening. Seconds later, his sight finally returned to him but he didn't find himself inside the classroom. Instead, he found himself inside a shack, which was weird. But at the moment, the tern "weird" was an understatement. As he glanced around the room, he saw all the objects his father and mother had left him before the… "Incident" This was the place he called home while he was still in Africa. Looking out a window from where he was sitting on the hard ground, he spotted a familiar tree that he remembered his father stating belonged to him. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he heard the sound of rocks crunching under the weight of boots. He quickly turned around to find Erin approaching him. As she did, she was looking at him with a loving and concerned expression. Before he knew it, she was standing before him.

"Why must you try to do this every night?" she asked him, a frown plastered on her face.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I just feel like doing it until I fall asleep myself." Elijah answered honestly as he stood up, returning to his full five feet eight inch height. Elijah was a bit surprised that he had an answer to her question without knowing what she was talking about. The words he spoke just came out on their own.

Erin just shook her head softly, disappointed to hear his answer. When she looked back at him, she lifted her hands and placed them gently on his face while she looked deeply into his eyes. "Do me a favor… please stop?" She asked him with a stern yet soft look. "That bullet wound needs to heal. It won't if you're constantly moving."

"Sorry, I can't make that promise." Elijah told her as he glanced down at the survival knife he was holding expertly in his left hand.

Erin let out a quiet sigh, "Fine…" she said in a defeated tone, slightly pouting at his comment. She leaned forward and kissed him once more as she closed her eyes. Eventually, Elijah followed suit and closed his eyes as well.

End of Flashback…

Elijah found himself blinking several times and before long he found himself back into reality, back inside the classroom. He looked forward to see Erin, who was still kissing him. She had a shocked look in her eyes before it disappeared. After a moment, she finally pulled away and was once again staring at him. And just like the flashback, Elijah found her frowning at him. As the two continued to stare at each other, students were whispering their heads off. Some were shocked at what had just occurred, especially the group of girls that approached Elijah. However, the whispers from the students just went unacknowledged to both Elijah and Erin. After a brief period of silence, Erin leaned towards Elijah. Not as close as before but just close enough for him to hear what she was whispering to him.

"Did you remember something as well?" she asked.

"I…think so…?" He whispered back, hesitating and wondering how she knew he had a flashback in the first place.

Erin glanced around, noticing the looks she and James were receiving from their classmates, "We'll talk about it later." She told him, making sure no one else heard what she said. "Okay?"

"Uh…sure." Elijah whispered back.

After receiving an answer and giving Elijah a quick nod, Erin leaned back and returned to her seat. She picked up her book and returned to her reading, acting as if nothing happened at all. Elijah just continued to stare at Erin in disbelief at what had occurred between them. He wanted to know what the hell just happened but decided to leave it alone until he and Erin had some privacy so they could talk. He thought that maybe, just maybe, she could explain everything that was so unclear to him.

"Umm… I think you drop this."

Hearing this new voice, Elijah turned around to face the individual. As he does so, he heard the door to the classroom close shut as one of the school nurses entered. The girl before him held his black helmet in her small hands. He took the item and thanked her. She returned the smile and left to return to her seat. Meanwhile, the nurse was talking to Mr. Woods as she tried to get to the bottom of what happened to the classroom and to the three unconscious teenage males. Mr. Woods pointed to each of the three boys, explaining each one's confrontation with Elijah, the final boy he pointed to. Hearing this information shocked the nurse. She quickly pulled out a small walkie-talkie and spoke into the device as she quietly left the room.

About five minutes or so, another individual entered the room. It wasn't teacher, another nurse or any of the faculty members. Instead it was a student. The young man ignored Mr. Woods as he demanded him to explain why he was in the classroom. He simply walked over to James and sat in the empty seat next to him. The boy donned a pair of dark blue baggy jeans, a red polo shirt and a pair of brown, thick sole work boots. He had long blonde hair that stopped just an inch pass his ears. He had a small patched flipped over, covering the left side of his face, including his left green eye. Although it was well covered, James could see that his face had a few scars. But they weren't normal scars; they looked like they were inflicted by some kind of knife. Ignoring the new guy, James checked to make sure his temporary wrap was still in place and firmly secured.

"Hi." The new boy greeted as he held up a peace sign, sending Elijah a toothy smile.

"Hey…" Elijah greeted back, sending him a small smile of his own.

"The names Ethan, bro." Ethan stated as he held out his hand for a handshake. Elijah noticed that the greeting wasn't formal or business like.

"Elijah." He said, clasping hands with Ethan, accepting his greeting.

Once the salutations were said and done, the bell rung. Everyone, with the exception of Elijah, Ethan and Erin, stood from their seats and began to exit the classroom. A few girls strode over and asked Elijah if he wanted to join them for lunch but James politely declined their offer as he stood from his seat. He soon directed his attention onto Erin, who was gathering up her books and stuffing them into her knapsack. Once she finished, she found Elijah looking at her.

"Follow me…" She tells him as she stood up from her seat.

"See you later, bro." Ethan said as he stood up. As he left, he gave him a peace sign and walked out of the classroom along with the other students. As he walked pass the three boys who were being treated by a few nurses, he couldn't help but wonder what happened to them.

Once the doorway to the classroom cleared, Erin and Elijah left and proceeded towards the cafeteria. After receiving their lunches, which they both deciding on a fruit salad, they walked over to an empty table in the corner of the large room. Since the cafeteria was loud with voices overlapping each other, they were sure that no one would hear their conversation. But just to be sure, they talked at a volume were only they could hear each other.

Erin looked at Elijah with a sharp look in her eye, "So tell me… What did you see?" She asked him in a serious tone.

"Well… For some reason, I saw… you." Elijah told her, not really remembering much from the flashback. "What did you see?" he asked.

"I saw you there as well." she answered. "Not only that but we were in some kind of shack… I think. I'm not sure what it was to be honest." She added. "But what I don't get is why we had that flashback. That's what I want to know."

"As do I." Elijah agreed. "Uh, by the way. Why did you kiss me?"

Erin glanced his way for a second before closing her eyes, "I honestly have no clue." She answered as she slowly reopened her eyes and look forward. "All I know is that something came over me. Then the next thing I knew, we were kissing. Next I found myself in some kind of flashback. And once I returned back to reality, I'm still kissing you. I don't know what to make out of it."

Elijah listened to her voice carefully and found that she was telling him the truth, "So it seems that you're just as lost as I am." Elijah pointed out. Erin just nodded her head. "But you do seem to remember more than I could."

"Well… usually when something strange happens, I tend to try my best to remember as much as I can." She explains. "Oh, and for the record. That kiss was just as embarrassing and awkward for me as it was for you."

"Yeah, I kind of doubt that." Elijah replied. "New kid on the block gets kissed by his classmate he just met. It sounds like I was embarrassed more than you were."

Erin just shook her head, "Anyway… the fact of the matter is that it seems that we somehow know each other even though we both know that we've never met before." She stated. "Sounds kind of strange, doesn't it?" She inquired as she looked his way.

"Yeah, it does seem strange." Elijah agreed as he looked towards his food. "Too strange if you ask me." Erin nodded her head in agreement. Just as he was about to start eating, a small group of guys were walking by their table, talking to one another, and caught Elijah's attention.

"Hey man, did you see that nice ass bike Trent was on?" one of the two boys asked.

"You're talking about that red one?" the second one asked. "Hell yeah, and it's a sweet ass ride. But I seriously doubt it belongs to him."

"Why do you think…?" the third started to say but was cut off by Elijah.

"Did the bike have a helmet hanging off the back light?" Elijah asked, interrupting the boys and causing them to stop in their tracks.

"What!?" the first one asked.

"DID IT or DID IT NOT have a helmet hanging off the back light? Tell me!" Elijah demanded as he jumped to his feet, becoming impatient. His sudden outburst stole a few tables worth of students' attentions.

"Umm, yeah. I think so." The second guy answered. "Why do you ask?" he asked cautiously.

"Because… that bike is MINE!" Elijah growled as he stormed out of the cafeteria, heading straight towards the student parking lot.

ERIN

Erin stared at Elijah as he stormed out of the cafeteria to go after whoever was playing around his bike. And by the sound of his tone, she knew he was beyond pissed. And knowing that there was a possibly that things were bound to get out of hand, she knew she had to follow him. For all she knew, Elijah could probably do more damage to the guy messing with his bike than what he did to Gerald, Reggie and Michael. Just as she stood from her seat to follow him, she noticed that he left his helmet and backpack behind. She released a quiet sigh and snatched the bag and helmet into her grasp while she threw her knapsack over her right shoulder. Once she had everything, she quickly left to follow the enraged teen. As she walked out the door, she noticed a crowd of kids beginning to follow behind her. This caused Erin to scuff inwardly. There was no doubt they were looking for a good fight. And for the ones who were in her class, they were hoping for a repeat of what happened.

Once outside, she quickly rushed towards the student parking lot. There she found that a crowd of students had already formed a circle in the large, partially empty part of the lot. She wasted no time pushing against the crowd, using the helmet to help her move a few out of her way. After fighting her way through the crowd, she finally made it up front to find James approaching a large boy who was sitting on the seat of a cherry red motorcycle. Erin assumed that this was the boy those guys were talking about. This guy was the one named Trent.

Trent looked like your typical sixteen to seventeen year old. He stood at the average height for someone his age but was slightly bigger. He had a peachy complexion, short light russet brown hair with a bit of fringe hanging over his forehead, and light bluish green eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a red collar and short sleeves, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of black and red Jordan's. Honestly, he just looked like a guy who wanted attention and would do anything to get it.

Erin rolled her eyes with intent, "I know where this is going." She mumbled to herself.

"Hey, asshole!" Elijah growled in anger, grabbing Trent's attention away from the small group he was talking to. "Get the fuck off my bike, right… now…!"

Trent scoffed at Elijah's comment, "I don't know what you're talking about, man. This is my bike, and you're just hatin'." He told him. He soon turned back around to his buddies, ignoring Elijah, who was still approaching him.

Before Trent could get a word out, Elijah reached forward and caught him by the collar of his shirt. He pulled Trent towards him, snatching him off the machine in the process, and onto the hard asphalt below. Everyone who saw this started cheering and hollering, excited that a fight was about to break out. Erin just remained silent. Elijah stood there as he watched Trent staggering to return back to his feet. Once Trent regained his balance, he suddenly pulls out a Glock 18 from behind his back and aimed the barrel right at Elijah. Seeing the gun in his hands startled everyone in the crowd and caused them all to duck low to the ground with their hands over their heads. Even though he was faced with a dangerous and deadly situation, Elijah remained completely calm. He kept his eyes on Trent, who kept the barrel of his gun pointed at him.

"No one puts their hands on me!" Trent told Elijah with an angered look plastered on his face. "And you're going to learn firsthand why no one fucks with me."

"Trent! What the hell man!" One of the guys in the crowd yelled. "Are you crazy? Put that damn thing away before someone gets hurt… or worse."

"Oh, someone's going to get hurt alright." Trent told his buddy. "This son of a bitch decided to fuck with the wrong guy. So I'm going to teach him what…." Trent was stopped in mid-sentence when he felt something smack against his hand. The action caused him to fire off a shot. The loud rang of the gunshot caused a few of the girls nearby to scream at the top of their lungs, filling the air with screams of fear and panic.

Thanks for reading the next chapter will be coming in later in perhaps a few more days to come.

-Black Pitbull