//nothing like the taste of sweet decline

[otaku_mk_ii]

[It had hurt so much. He had been so, so frightened. Frantically he had screamed as Talib raped and tortured him, pleading for someone--anyone--to help him. He had called his friends names over and over, begging them to appear from thin air and do something...and no one showed up

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[worlds_serpent]

[annnd guess who walked by at that moment. :| oh Traumacon you poor guy.]

Hal--?! Are you alright? What happened?

[worlds_serpent]

[...oh ouch.]

Calm down. [He put a hand on Otacon's back, reassuringly.] Take a deep breath and talk to me.

[ocelotocelot]

[The stench of blood was strong, and Ocelot almost considered not opening the door at all, but, well...curiosity killed the cat.]

[Upon seeing the body he immediately narrowed down the suspects to Talib. He couldn't think of anybody else capable of such brutality. Based on the muscle tone...this one wasn't even a soldier.]

[He made a quick round trip of the room, eying the floor for anything useful. Nothing.]

[He exited and closed the door behind him, irritation brimming in his chest. So Talib had gotten out...Ocelot needed confirmation. He pulled out his radio and set it to Talib's frequency, waiting for a response.]

[breakuliquid]

/What?/

[Talib's still in his crazy mood, injured and just really, really wanting to go back to bed.]

[ocelotocelot]

[Ocelot growls back into the radio. So he was out, and he didn't sound like he was in a good mood either.]

...I have your information on Solid Snake.

[breakuliquid]

Good...Meet me at the third floor lobby.

[He gets up and sneaks out of the rooms, trying to avoid drawing attention to himself. He makes his way slowly to the lobby.]

[otaku_mk_ii]

[And this is the very faint outline of a terrified and badly shaken scientist, sitting on the ground with his knees pulled to his chest.]

[otaku_mk_ii]

[He didn't move, just sitting there and trembling uncontrollably. A complete lack of feeling was a new experience for him, one that was considerably frightening.]

...

[outmyafterlife]

...poor lost soul who wanders this place.

[It was sickening.]

[That fool, Talib...]

[That poor man.]

[The Boss was a soldier. There was no room for pity in that life. Yet still it was painful, to realise the suffering of an innocent man.]

Show yourself to me.

[otaku_mk_ii]

[Otacon, or the faint outline that was left, sat with his back to a wall and hands over his head, shaking. He didn't feel anything in the physical sense--all he knew right now was fear and the memory of excruciating pain.]

...go away, go away leave me alone, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry--

[outmyafterlife]

[A ghostly hand brushed over his shoulder in the barest of caresses. There was no physical connection to be made, but a mental one might suffice.]

Hush, poor child. You are safe here.

[otaku_mk_ii]

[He flinched at the almost-contact, but relaxed slightly at the words--then glanced up with a look of slight surprise.]

[lafemmesorrow]

[Pain heaped upon pain.]

[The misery of a life stolen before its time.]

[The dead were never silent. It was just that the living did not hear their cries. Nadya heard them. And Nadya came, seeking the lost soul she sensed so close.]

[otaku_mk_ii]

[He stood on shaky, transparent legs, staring at his hands in horror. He was dead. He was dead. He was actually dead.]

...

[lafemmesorrow]

...

[The never-ending calmness that surrounded her permeated the hallway, filling it with emptiness. The cold, such cold, that accompanied the dead seemed to be permanently part of her soul. She came closer, stilling in front of him.]

Who were you, in life?

[otaku_mk_ii]

!

[He stumbled back slightly when he realized someone was talking to him--not again please don't hurt me again--but relaxed the smallest amount when he saw it wasn't Talib. Or anyone that looked like a threat.]

Ota--...H-Hal Emmerich.