04-12-2010, 05:21 PM
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Pain was an illusion in battle, but it was reality out of it. Snake came home slowly, trying not to think about it. His side was slick with blood, still bleeding, and his lungs ached with smoke and ash. But he hadn't expected to wander from the fire to another. After the fight, he had watched as everyone dispersed and went on his own. He went home, only to find the Landfill in flames. He sat on the outskirts, watching as it burned. It was then that he felt something profoundly different, something that he had never really felt before. It was an aching, but one within, somewhere in his chest. His heart? But he had no heart, and he certainly wouldn't bury it in this dump.
And yet he had. Over the months, the Landfill had become the home that New Haven could never have been. And now it was gone. He realized with a panic that his things, his knife and gun, were in his car. They were in the glove compartment. That ache again, it resounded in his chest like cannon fire. He didn't have many things in this world, but the few he had were precious to him. And it seemed that he may have lost them.
The fires died down in the night, becoming little more than a glow in the morning. Snake had gathered the energy to shift, assuming his bipedal form before wandering not the junkyard. He made his way through the ash and soot to his car, his den and home. It was scorched, the metal coated with grime and the plastic melted completely. He looked to where the glove compartment was, amazed to find that, after prying the softer part of the door away, the two weapons were inside. They were coated with filth, but they were still there. The coyote breathed a rare, emotional sigh, taking them.
But this was no home anymore. He started to walk slowly back towards Inferni when the call came out, from his Aquila. The Hydra came to it as quickly as he could, though he couldn't manage more than a swift walk. His side was unbandaged, the blood dark and dry. He finally came to the caves where everyone was meeting. Snake's olive eyes were downcast as Gabriel gave them their instructions. He nodded silently, turning and walking back towards the old borders. He would do as Gabriel asked, despite the pain. The fiery pain in his torso, the ache of his heart. He would have to find another den and that was resentful for him. Perhaps he wasn't meant for one, a home.
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Pain was an illusion in battle, but it was reality out of it. Snake came home slowly, trying not to think about it. His side was slick with blood, still bleeding, and his lungs ached with smoke and ash. But he hadn't expected to wander from the fire to another. After the fight, he had watched as everyone dispersed and went on his own. He went home, only to find the Landfill in flames. He sat on the outskirts, watching as it burned. It was then that he felt something profoundly different, something that he had never really felt before. It was an aching, but one within, somewhere in his chest. His heart? But he had no heart, and he certainly wouldn't bury it in this dump.
And yet he had. Over the months, the Landfill had become the home that New Haven could never have been. And now it was gone. He realized with a panic that his things, his knife and gun, were in his car. They were in the glove compartment. That ache again, it resounded in his chest like cannon fire. He didn't have many things in this world, but the few he had were precious to him. And it seemed that he may have lost them.
The fires died down in the night, becoming little more than a glow in the morning. Snake had gathered the energy to shift, assuming his bipedal form before wandering not the junkyard. He made his way through the ash and soot to his car, his den and home. It was scorched, the metal coated with grime and the plastic melted completely. He looked to where the glove compartment was, amazed to find that, after prying the softer part of the door away, the two weapons were inside. They were coated with filth, but they were still there. The coyote breathed a rare, emotional sigh, taking them.
But this was no home anymore. He started to walk slowly back towards Inferni when the call came out, from his Aquila. The Hydra came to it as quickly as he could, though he couldn't manage more than a swift walk. His side was unbandaged, the blood dark and dry. He finally came to the caves where everyone was meeting. Snake's olive eyes were downcast as Gabriel gave them their instructions. He nodded silently, turning and walking back towards the old borders. He would do as Gabriel asked, despite the pain. The fiery pain in his torso, the ache of his heart. He would have to find another den and that was resentful for him. Perhaps he wasn't meant for one, a home.