futuredated to saturday night- snake's nightmare
It was a familiar scene, indeed. Snake sat perched on the upper step of a stair case. He was younger, shorter hair, clean shaven, and the wider eyes practically screamed greenhorn. The sirens were blaring. His heart was hammering away in his chest, almost impossible to slow down. With one hand, he covered his mouth, attempting to quiet the wheezing, with the other, he held his gun at the ready. Footsteps, now. Snake damned his lungs. Why were they wheezing? He ducked his head down to take notice of the situation. Five men, all armed, looking around for the source of the alarm. Snake could feel his hands shaking, he hastily pulled out a pack of cigarettes, only to find that his hands started shaking harder, and the pack tumbled out of his grasp and onto the floor.
The five men's heads all turned at the same instant, and Snake knew that hiding was worthless. He jumped out, aim true, and fired one shot directly between the eyes of the first man. Suddenly, his grip couldn't have been steadier, and he reveled in it, firing shots into the chest of the second man, through the neck of the third man, through the jaw, and then to the temple of the fourth man. He shot the fifth man in the knee, and when he collapsed, he re holstered his gun, and pulled out his knife, coming upon the other man and kneeing him in the gut to make him fall, before straddling him and stabbing him, quickly, once, twice, thrice, in the lungs. He heard a deep, rumbling, staccato noise in his head. He looked into the eyes of the man beneath him, wide, terrified, until he coughed up the blood from his lungs and they rolled back. It was around this time that Snake realized the noise he was hearing was his own laughter. He brought his bloody hands up to his face, trying to keep it in, but it bubbled over. His brain was pounding in time along with his heart, his body was surging, electric. His hands clawed their way down his neck, gripped his shoulder holster, hard, as he allowed the laughter to become louder, more insane. Stop, stop, you'll give away your location, he heard himself think, but he couldn't stop, it was just too hilarious, too much fun.
Attract attention he did, and Snake pulled the knife out of the soldier with a sickening sound, brandishing it tightly in a white knuckled grip, grin still wide on his face, a few chuckles seeping out. The man that appeared in front of him was familiar. Short, blonde hair, under a red beret. His eyes shined like a cat's eyes, sinister yellow color, pupils like slits. Snake's vision started to grow hazy, red around the edges. The man smiled.
"This is interesting, children. Here we see an animal in it's natural habitat. He toes the line between work and pleasure, doesn't he? Here he is, doing his job, but it seems to just be an excuse to do what he really wants to do, legally. Kill. He has no remorse."
Snake became aware of a class size of children behind the man, all clutching each other, eyes wide, scared. A girl that looked like EVA clutched her teacher's pant leg. All of his students, younger, all fists clenched, faces terrified. A little Olimar, covering his hands with his eyes. Blacky and Raiden, Blacky hiding her face in Raiden's shoulder, who was looking at him with anger. Falcon, his arms wrapped protectively around the shoulders of Samus and Otacon, both of whom covered their mouths with their hands, eyes wide, at the spectacle. Snake panicked and looked down at the man under him, once again, but he was now very much alive, laughing as Snake had done only moments ago. The man now had the same face as him, but blonde hair, fanned out on the floor, and a british accent as he spoke.
"So alike. We're so alike."
Snake shut his eyes.
Then, darkness.
Snake looked down at his hands. He was alone, He was sitting in pure nothingness, and he was a child. He called out, voice horse.
"Hello? I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I shouldn't have done it."
He became aware of another child's arms wrapping around him, and pulled back to examine the other boy's face. Long, sallow features, framed by shaggy, silver hair. The other boy smiled.
"It's okay. I know how you feel. You remember me, right?"
Snake felt himself nod.
"I don't see how I could forget you."
The boy with the silver hair put one of his hands on the back of Snake's neck, bringing their foreheads together.
"They made me into a monster, too. You should join me where I've been. No one will judge you."
Snake tore back, frightened.
"I don't want to leave yet. Please don't make me leave, yet."
The other boy grabbed his wrists, pulling him back towards him. His eyes were red and glowing, leaving a trail of light behind them when he moved.
"You're headed there, anyways."