The Question Mark: Chapter 9

Disclaimer: This story contains violent scenes that some younger readers may find disturbing. Many chapters contain detailed scenes of gore and peril.

If you haven’t played the Metal Gear series, there will be spoilers in this story. If you haven’t read the previous chapters, just select the chapter number you want to read below.



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If anyone has me on their PS3 friends list, you’ll see that I signed in yesterday. Thanks to the aid of using someone’s new slim PS3, I was able to boost my embarrassingly massive away-time up to ‘0 minutes’. With love to the YLOD, the PS3 seemed like a wonderland of new features, and I constantly annoyed my friend with “ooh!” and “ah!” at the surprise of something new. Silver boxes on the friends list can change colour? I had experienced the yellow before that was added. Moving on, Snake and his team of Otacon and Meryl are in a bit of a pickle. They want to escape, but if you’ve read previous chapters, you’ll know it’s not as simple as typing in a cheat code.


Waking Cruel Reality

The lights flickered. Meryl screamed. She was alive.

The scream tugged at her scarred face. The right cheek was crumpled and distorted, as though it had been moulded unskillfully with clay. It glistened with moisture, swollen and red. Her jaw experienced cramp, and slammed upwards, grinding her teeth together. Her nose bled.

The gun dropped from her hand, and she fell backwards to the floor, wiping her nose with her bare arm while removing glass from her legs. The right side of her face continued to throb with pain as she regained consciousness.

Hal’s glasses had fell from his face, joining the other shards of glass which ended their dance across the toilet room floor with the fade of the choir’s disturbing song. The earthquake subsided, and he was abled to crouch, feeling amongst the mirror glass for the rounded lenses… and the metal frame…


A man entered the room. He wore dark clothing, his eyes concealed by dirty dark brown hair. He stood in the doorway with a large weapon at his side, and his breathing erratic.

“Otacon, are you ok? Meryl… oh my… Meryl…”

The man was Solid Snake. Hal’s vision returned to him as he replaced his glasses. Snake ran over to Meryl, who threw yet more vomit at the already grimy floor. He put his hand on her back and whispered words in her ear. She looked up to face him, and he spoke a few more syllables. Hal couldn’t read his lips, but there was trust in the gaze from the red-headed woman towards Snake. She stood up, arm over Snake’s shoulder, and was hobbled out of the room. Her muscles were limp, and she began to move again once they left the room. Hal followed.

The woman leant against a wall, and leant over, placing her hands on her knees. Her body juddered, and she ran back into the bathroom. The two men stood outside as Meryl spewed what remained in her stomach into the nearest sink, clogging it up. She swilled water around in her mouth using the adjacent sink. Even the inside of her right cheek was burning, and the water did not help soothe it. She returned to the soldier and scientist, and allowed them to lead the way.

“That was Psycho Mantis” Snake stated.

The two remained silent, but the message they wished to convey was clear.

“The rules have changed.”

“What the hell is this?”

Liquid nudged Raven’s corpse with his foot.

“You. Get me Ocelot.”

Liquid stood with a genome soldier shadowing the body of Vulcan. The man turned away and spoke into a radio, and passed it to Liquid. Ocelot’s heavy breathing was audible, distorted and crackling through the speaker.

“That damned ninja took my arm.” Ocelot spoke before he could receive Liquid’s welcome.

Liquid looked up to the cloudy sky. The birds had began circling the area again.

“What do you want, Snake?” Ocelot questioned.

Down the corridoor, through the library office, to the wolves, Meryl gets shot, get captured, escape…

Meryl gets shot…

Snake was leading the pair of innocents to their death. Meryl had only just barely escaped with her life, and Otacon was weak around them.

Metal Gear…

Is there no other path? Where’s Ocelot?

The events around him were corrupt. Everyone here was repeating the events from his past. How was Gray Fox even alive? Ocelot? Liquid? Raven? Mantis?

Sure, people have been brought back before, look at Frank. But… these people… flesh and blood…

Doors slid open. Snake had followed the same path as before without thought. He had been too busy arguing with the current situation in his head. Meryl and Otacon had followed him silently, Meryl to his left, Otacon to his right.

The office.

Books. Which was this? An office or a library? Probably an office.

Books that had once left their shelves and stormed in David’s direction were once again placed neatly along the walls in alphabetical order. Glass models were lit beautifully on raised tables to his left and right, and in front of him, an abandoned desk – it’s owner’s portrait hanging against the solid oak above it.

Something gargled.

Meryl was held by her throat, and slammed against the wall to the right side of the office. Her hair blew in the opposite direction, as her body impacted against the uneven surface of a bookcase. Blood flew from her melted face as she hovered, screaming for her life, sliding up the wall towards the ceiling.

“Meryl!!!” David’s voice broke under torment.

But someone grabbed his arm, stopping him from entering the room. Meryl.

“Don’t fool for it, Snake.” She said to him sincerely.

“I’m right here, you know I am.”

“She’s right, Snake.” Otacon elaborated.

“Meryl’s been standing next to me all this time.”

Snake turned to look at the two standing behind him, looking him in the eye, not allowing Mantis’s stage-play to disturb them. Otacon shook his worries off, but still showed his uneasiness through the uncontrollable twitching of his eyelid and the beads of sweat hiding behind his eyebrows.

Snake had had enough.

“Okay Mantis.”

The image of a dying Meryl vanished from the ceiling, and a shadow crept across the back wall. There was an eerie silence which fell between the three in the doorway, and the room itself.

A flash.

Psycho Mantis shouted gibberish words behind his mask.

Snake’s head made an electronic clicking sound. Then quiet.

Meryl and Otacon disappeared from behind him, and his vision went black.

Hideo 1.

Who. Who. Yes. 01010010 01100101 01101101 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01110011 01101111 01110101 01101100 00100000 01100110 01110010 01101111 01101101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100001 01101100 01101001 01110100 01111001 00101110. Hideo 2.


David’s mind was falling into a state of shock. He couldn’t see. Yes… yes he could.

But he could see himself, as though he were standing in front of a mirror. He raised his arm. The man in-front of him raised his arm. He nodded. The man in-front nodded at the exact same time. He jumped on the spot.

The man jumped, but Snake’s vision did not raise into the air with him.

“You see what I see, Snake. I can read you like an open book.”