Not Your Kind Of People (Raiden x Reader - Metal Gear)

I'm Scared

Warnings: Unbetated work. Violence. Torture. Gore. Coarse language.

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Chapter IV: "I'm Scared"

It's not until you chop off the third finger that he starts spilling the beans. Begging for mercy, at this point, the man reveals the position in which the women are held captive. They're underground, like Nyala said, so you know there's a chance he's telling the truth. That or he's trying to stop the torture you're putting him through, so you take the precaution of checking out. Leaving Tifa to keep an eye on him, you meet Raiden outside. It appears no one has noticed about your presence, yet, but it won't be long before they do so you have to hurry. You send the cyborg ahead, giving him indications through the radio as you hold the sobbing man at gunpoint.

"Lie to me and say goodbye to your dick, son of a bitch," you hiss, pointing at said part of his body.

"I swear it's the truth!" he sniffs, choking in his own saliva as he closes his eyes and coughs violently. "Please, you have to believe me!"

"Alright, I'm here," Raiden's voice rasps in the earpiece plugged into your ear. "I see nothing of interest. Only a weapons cache, several oil drums and some rubbish."

You pull back the slide of the gun, loading a bullet into the chamber. The bastard starts screaming again, shaking his head wildly as his face scrunches in despair and agony. "Wait! Please, don't kill me! I... I'm telling the truth, please!" You're a second away from putting a bullet between his legs when his words stop you short from that. "They're in that place. He... he needs to get rid of the oil drums and lift the boards! I swear it!"

Rolling your eyes, you sigh. "You could have said that in the first place and save yourself a lot of drama." Then, you turn away and press the button of the radio attached to your shoulder. "Raiden, get those drums out of your way and check out the boards. He says there should be some kind of entrance if you lift them."

"Roger that." He goes dark for several minutes whilst Tifa and you remain with the broken captive, who's quietly sniffing and trembling on his seat. Even now you can't bring yourself to feel any pity for him. Not with the knowledge he's been sowing terror and death like the rest, killing innocent people and doing terrible things to these women. This is only a fraction of what he deserves.

"Raiden? Are you there?" You begin to worry, as time passes and there's no word from him. "Raiden, do you copy?"

"Raiden here. I found the entrance and... damn, it's really dark down there. Give me a sec to switch to night vision." Another moment passes before he's with you again, his breathing heavy and his voice strained. "I'm in. The smell is terrible, by the way."

"Do you see them?" You can feel the tension and the wait only manages to make you more distressed.

"I... oh, god." There's a pause. Anxiousness gnaw at your guts and you call for him several times, the situation getting on your nerves. "They're here." Yelps and cries take over the frequency, as the women seem to retreat in fear from him. "I found them."

"Good." A smile is on your lips as you nod, relief washing over you. "We'll rendezvous at your position immediately. Specter out." With a nod in Tifa's direction, she readies her firearm and awaits for your command. "Time to get them out of here."