It might not sound like a MGS fan fic now, but trust me, I'm gettin' to it, oh and please leave comments. I would appriciate it very much. And keep in mind this is a first draft, I didn't really edit it or anything.




Ch.1 Lost

Somewhere in the middle east: 1100 hours.


Another shell slammed into the dry building, making the foundations rattle. Machine gun fire spat violently in the distance. A fair haired boy, not younger than 14, sat in the eastern most room of the building, opposite of the side the shell hit. He could hear footsteps coming up the dust-shaken stairs below. Was it the PMC‘s? Or the militia? The poor boy crept to his feet and tread to the doorway, hiding near the entrance, so if anyone was to come in, he’d be behind them. Then he drew and cocked back the hammer of his single action army.
The gun was from his dad. His dad who was dead now, or at least as good as dead. He went away to fight the PMC’s. Fighting the PMC’s was sheer madness, especially with the technology they had, not to mention the enhanced nano-cluster bombs and metal gears they had. The delicate barrel of the boy’s peacemaker glittered under the noon sun, and then his father’s words sounded in his head.
“A gun is a tool, Ryan, used to protect, and very few grasp the sense of responsibility in wielding one, but those who do, are saviors.”

“Clear” The voice from downstairs snapped Ryan out of his daydream. Damn. PMC’s I gotta hide somewhere. After frantically looking around the room Ryan dived behind a crate just as an M4 wielding PMC entered. Ryan chanced a peak at the guard. That was a mistake the guard suddenly looked over in his direction. Ryan flattened himself against the edge of the crate.
“What was that?” The guard questioned. Two steps separated Ryan from the now approaching guard.Sweat trickled down Ryan’s brow.The guard’s radio crackled.
“Millitia detected. North (fade) st of your position. We need backup!”
“On it!” the man replied, and left running down the vacant stairs.

Ryan let out an enormous sigh of build up tension, and uncocked the hammer on his SAA. Whew. He thought as he started spinning the SAA around his right hand, sometimes catching it and throwing it up again. Gunslinging helped Ryan calm down.
“I got to get out of here.” He mumbled to himself.

So, is this about a young Ocelot, or what?

Yes, and no. Kinda both. I would tell you about the whole plot now, but that would ruin the whole story. :P

Here's an update. Sorry for double posting, but I just have to show the world that the fan fic is updated! ;)

(ch1 cont.)
Somewhere in the middle east: 1600 hours.

It wasn’t really hard to sneak around all the gunfire and such, but the thing that annoyed Ryan was the slowness of it. In a heavy fight it could take two hours to pass up a few blocks. Add that up to finding water and food, and you have one slow moving traveler. Ryan had a general idea of where he had to go. The edge of the city, then he’d hitch a ride on a jeep or something and make like a tree and leaf.

A half block and two blocks later Ryan picked up a few rations off of a dead soldier. Poor guy, looked like he took three too many shots in the chest. Ryan tread down the middle of the street, with only his revolver to keep him company.

The revolver was a family heirloom, at least, that’s what his dad said. The delicate barrel was etched with fragile designs. His dad told him that the gun had only been fired about once or twice, but judging from the wear in each of the six chambers, it was fired six rounds, maybe seven. One from each chamber. I’d rather be at home without the gun. Ryan thought. I wish that Damn evac plane never crashed, then I wouldn’t be in this mess.
“I better take a break.” he mumbled to himself, found a shady corner and closed his eyes for a sec.

Ryan found himself in seat A4 of the evacuation plane, near the cockpit. The seats were cozy enough and it would be a long flight all the way back to the states. The engines roared. Jet-black supersonic passenger aircraft streamed into the air. He couldn’t help looking out the window and checking out the town below. Suddenly the plane jerked hard left and he caught a glimpse of a stinger missile slamming into the engine.

Ryan awoke with a start. Lousy flashbacks. He thought only after he stopped shaking.