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It was the right thing to do. That's what he kept telling himself. That was why he currently had the berrel of the gun down his throat, why he had his eyes squeesed shut.
He flicked the safty off. His thumbs at the trigger.
To think that the death of Solid Snake would be at his own hands. Ironic really, the killing machine. The clone of Big Boss. Made for taking orders and protecting people was now taking the obligation to kill himself in order to protect them once more.
Three months...and he was going to truly go out of his mind. Lord knows how many people he would kill. In his mind he thought of the terrible out come of that if he stayed alive.
He thought of Otacon and his smile, the constant shoving of his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he thought, his tierd eyes watching his computer screen.
He thought of Sunny her bright smiles and echoing tunes through the plane as she cooked her eggs on the stove just above deck. Her studdering words as she presented her burned works of art on the plates to them.
Then there were the others...All of them holding such an important place and role in his life. However short it was now. Even still, he made to pull the tigger, eyes squeesing, trying to hold onto that courage to compleate this final mission, to rid the world of evil, to protect all he'd been fighting for...
'Grandpa?'
Snake's eyes snapped open his hands going slack as the gun tilted and rested loosely in his mouth. It tasted of plastic and gun powder, he noted, as he tried to place the voice he just heard. It sounded so faint...such a distant memory.
'Grandpa are you feeling alright today?'
That voice...
'I made something to eat. Want some?'
Who was that?
'There's coffee here too.'
Snake gagged a bit as he removed the gun from it's place and he spit to get rid of the saliva that had built up over his time of just sitting there. The distant voice, no face, but he saw...green. With blonde hair.
This person.
Who was this person with no face? Why were they speaking so affectionatly toward him? The memories came back to him, from wherever they had come from. It seemed..to be inside of a mansion of sorts.
That child...he was catoring to him, fussing over him like someone would a dear family member. But the only family he'd ever had was Otacon and Sunny. What was going on? Was this a false memory? A dream that he had came up with to comfort himself?
'The others will be back soon.'
"Others?" Snake found himself asking outloud as if it would answer him. Of course that was impossable a memory could only speak what a memory had said as he remebered it. Snake clutched his head trying to peice it all together in his mind.
'It's going to be cold tonight, the snow has yet to stop falling.'
Was this durring shadow moses? Or when he lived in Alaska? But he didn't recall a child in green with blonde hair anywhere. Why was there no name? No face?
'It sure is pretty though isn't it grandpa?'
Why was he calling him that? It wasn't that he was offended, in fact, when this voice said it...it was almost...welcomeing. Snake looked up at the cemetary almost hoping for something to give him an answer as to what it was he was remebering. But the land before him stayed silent except a small rustle of the wind playing along the top branches of the trees.
Snake, for once, felt tears. Though he held them back he stood. The memories had stopped. It left him feeling confused and empty. His mission. He had to remeber that. That was the important thing right now. He placed the berrel to the side of his head.
And it came back.
'Grandpa!'
Snake's brows knitted but he didn't drop the gun this time. That, was a little more clearer in his mind. He closed his eyes with a small smile. He was ready.
"Link..." The image appeared perfectly, the smiling boy's face as he sat beside Snake. Snake's memory reached out and patted his head affectionately, assureing him he was a good kid.
He pulled the trigger.
Solid Snake fell down dead.
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"Grandpa? Are you ok?"
"Yeah i'm alright Link...i was...just having a bad dream."
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Based off an idea for a Role Play i did with my friend on MSN. Its like...2:15 now in the morning. And i'm reaaally tierd. I won't remeber this when i wake up will i? Dx
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