[eighth bullet] Action
There was something wrong with this fog.
Liquid was taking a walk through Azalea, gathering his thoughts and keeping himself busy while he and Otacon were in town. He didn't like fog to begin with-- it wrecked hell on his visibility and got him cold and clammy. It was already afternoon and the sun hadn't burned it off yet, something that annoyed ( Read more... )
Liquid was taking a walk through Azalea, gathering his thoughts and keeping himself busy while he and Otacon were in town. He didn't like fog to begin with-- it wrecked hell on his visibility and got him cold and clammy. It was already afternoon and the sun hadn't burned it off yet, something that annoyed ( Read more... )
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Something was wrong. Something past the creaking wheels and that voice that couldn't be there--hal i miss you hal--Otacon had figured out enough to know that some kind of hallucinations were running unchecked throughout the region.
"Liquid, it's okay--" He ran over and put a hand on the soldier's arm, trying to calm him down. "Please, try and calm down, whatever you're seeing isn't real!"
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All he saw when Otacon approached him was another Iraqi soldier rushing at him, trying to take him unawares. He didn't realize that the touch on his arm didn't feel like a rough hand.
Get off of me!" He spoke in Arabic, his voice hard and feral.
He brought the knife around in a quick arc, slashing at the engineer.
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It happened way too fast for Otacon to get out of the way, and the knife cut across his arm leaving a bleeding gash in its wake.
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"I'm not going back! I'll never go back!"
Liquid's eyes were looking through the engineer, not at him, at something only he could see. He glanced quickly over his shoulder, as though checking as escape route, then turned and sprinted off, fleeing the scene.
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