Retaliation for future sins
Who: Big Boss & Liquid Snake
When: Backdated to June 8th
Where: Baxter Stop
Summary: Big Boss wants a word with "Master Miller"...
Warnings: None yet. Expect much violence. 8|( C'mere, Liquid... daddy wants a word, honey... )
When: Backdated to June 8th
Where: Baxter Stop
Summary: Big Boss wants a word with "Master Miller"...
Warnings: None yet. Expect much violence. 8|( C'mere, Liquid... daddy wants a word, honey... )
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Big Boss's voice was a little softer now, now, that he had apparently Liquid's full attention. Well, at least he was listening and reacting to what he was saying, so maybe there was still the chance of talking some sense into him. Was this really all about genes? He'd never even known this was such a big deal. Snake surely didn't care about what his genes looked like, he'd made that clear from the beginning...so why did Liquid? Why was it so important?
"Is this the sole reason you're so bitter? Because of your genes? They don't matter. You're setting yourself up for failure with that mindset. What the hell did those people do to you?"
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How could it be possible that his father had had nothing to do with it? He'd known for as long as he could remember that the man did, that he'd been behind all of it. That was a lie?
"Lied to, used, over and over again... all I am is a damaged copy."
The words slipped out before he meant them to, soft and delirious, his hands curling into fists at his side. The rage was stirring inside of him again, but this time he fought it back. He had to know, even if he had a sneaking suspicion he did already.
"Father. Who are the people responsible? Who was in charge?"
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If he were, I would have probably killed him already, anyway.Big Boss let out a soft breath, walking a few steps, but without losing his focus on Liquid. He never let his guard down, but right now, talking was preferable. It solved a lot more than fistfight -- though through a fight, he could at least establish his superiority. And that he would. Liquid wasn't an equal, not yet...it had taken him a long time to accept Snake as one, too. Several fights, several arguments and hospital stays ( ... )
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It was true, at least in his eyes. All he had now was the drive to kill this man, and the other, the brother he had waited so long to meet. It was the only thing that motivated him. Nothing else mattered, not now. Without it... he wasn't sure what was left. Outer Heaven could not exist in this place, which left him lost and abandoned, entirely alone in a strange world. The thought was not pleasant to him.
His father's words were unpleasant to hear. "I am not afraid."
Oh, but he was. He really, really was. That was easily supressed, however. He stepped a little closer, his posture entirely relaxed. Even if this version of Father was far beyond his level, he was not going to show fear to him.
"What do you want, Father? Me to get down on my knees and beg you for mercy?" he wondered, sarcastically. He held his hands out, palms up to the sky in an oddly submissive gesture. "Sorry, but I can't do that. If I don't keep trying to kill ( ... )
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"Hnn. Let's say you manage that, killing Snake and me. What do you do then? Is your purpose in life then fulfilled? I wouldn't be surprised at all if that's what you were born for...eliminating me. Take my place, is that it? So they feed your hatred, and look, you're playing into their trap. Good going, James. You're afraid of making your own decisions in life. Afraid to be alone. That's why you hope that you'll never beat Snake or me -- that's why you keep telling yourself you can never be our equal."
The words came easily. Now that he thought about it, Liquid was like an open book, easily readable -- his issues and his inferiority complex transparent. It helped to already have some experience with Snake.
Idly, he fished for his silver case of cigars, opened it, removed one, then reached for his Zippo.
"'Cause once you've surpassed both me and him, you'll be alone again. That's when you'll really have nothing left." Pause. He flicked the top of the lighter open, and put the cigar between his lips. "It's not really about ( ... )
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"I- I am not afraid!" he exclaimed, his hands curling into fists. His father had good insight. "I was never theirs, Father. I broke away from that - Shadow Moses was meant to be mine! REX was meant to be mine."
His way of striking back. His way of lashing out at everyone, of trying to stay sane even while that bitter madness consumed him.
"..."
Just like his Father did.
Outer Heaven... his Father's dream. Why had he taken to that purpose so quickly? FOXHOUND had been behind him all the way, but why had he turned to it, why had he clung to it until there was nothing else but that and revenge that he was willing to work towards? It was Father's dream, not his. People like him didn't have dreams. Was his Father right? Had he simply been clinging to that ideal, the image that he and Snake were meant to be replacements?
He took a step back, realisation written on his face.
Had everything he'd fought for been nothing more than that? Part of him wanted to turn and run, to shut the words out ( ... )
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He paused again; something in Liquid's expression had shifted...some kind of realization, perhaps? Maybe he'd found the right words...and Liquid kept insisting that he was not afraid, which was a sure sign that the opposite was definitely the case. Fear is usually the basis for any kind of revenge; though Liquid's hatred was definitely directed at the wrong people. Snake had nothing to do with any of this, and Big Boss himself hadn't even known anything about Liquid, aside from his name and age. Simply because he'd never been interested...
He turned his back to him, walking, but not leaving yet. Thinking. He made a dismissive gesture, with the cigar between his fingers, smoke trailing.
"You even keep calling me 'Father'. You consider me family; more of a parent than a soldier or enemy. Is that what you did when you were imprisoned, on your own, tortured...kept clinging ( ... )
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The outburst forced its way out, the rage too strong to ignore now. The mention of that time, of his weakness, the way the man kept talking down to him like a child... it was too much.
"You, Brother, I don't care! Fine, you didn't want us. I don't care! I don't need you, Brother didn't need you, even if he clings to the delusion that he does. Disguises are just disguises, a way to hide who you are, and all I needed was the proof you existed. You're using one right now, though you don't know it. Hiding behind the mask of 'Big Boss' in order to disregard your own fears, your own discomfort. Isn't that right, John?"
"I am not weak. And I will not stop calling you 'Father' just because you're uncomfortable with it. Because you're uncomfortable with the fact you have sons, even if you didn't want them, because that's what we are. We're your own flesh and blood, Father, like it or not. And you have never been a parent, to Brother or me. You'd have to be a man to do that."
"And I DON'T CARE ABOUT THIS ( ... )
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When his anger took full hold, when there was nothing left but hatred, it was then that his self-control broke. Even his ability to speak seemed to have left him. He was silent, save for the soft sounds of his exertions.
It took moments to realise he wasn't being struck back, moments for the blinding rage to dim. It didn't stop him. He felt like a child, lashing out in vain over something he couldn't understand. Then, at last, the rage faded, to leave only emptiness. What victory would there be in this? Even if his father would fall and scream and die, even if he won, what point was there in it?
He stepped back slowly, blankness in his eyes. There was something almost dazed in the way he looked at the other man, but it was gone in an instant.
"...pointless," he murmured softly, almost feverishly. It hurt somehow, the realisation that even if he could take down Big Boss it would be a hollow, meaningless victory. He stepped back, refusing to slump against either the wall or his father ( ... )
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