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// Chapter 5 Interrogation 
// Story: PMC's, War Economies, and Fillies? I didn't sign up for this! 
// by Bronycommander 
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Chapter 5: Interrogation


Perspective: Noi

All I could remember was that I screamed before I felt sleepy and everything went black.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I was in a prison cell on a bed. There was a door and windows around it. A single guard was patrolling outside.

Why? Why did they kidnap me? I started to sob as I missed my friends and Family. For some reason, I saw Edward as family member too. He cared for me, I cared for him.

“Shut up!” the guard yelled. But I couldn’t stop as I was scared. So very scared.

What will they do with me? What did they want from me?

I don’t want to die! I had my life yet ahead of me. It was like when Edward and I got captured by the militia.

I curled myself into a ball and cried. “M-mommy…sister…I-I m-miss y-you so much.”

I trembled in fear what they would do with me. Now I wish that Edward was here, comforting me like he did earlier. If he was still alive after what happened.

I don’t know how long I was out cold or how long I was in here but it felt like hours or days.

Suddenly there was a voice.

“She’s still a child! You can’t do this to her!” a female voice protested.

“I can. We need to know if Snake knows our plan.” I looked up.

The guard saluted a man. He had blue eyes and white hair. My guess was that he was 70 years old. He wore a business suit with a black undershirt and tie, alongside a black coat over the suit.

The other one was a woman. She had brown hair and eyes. She appeared to be in her late 30s to early 40s. She had a look of pity and sympathy for me.

The guard opened the door and the man walked it.

"Hello…Noi.”

“P-please don’t hurt me…” I had to cough. “P-please let me go, I-I just want to go home…”

The man said nothing and gave a guard a sign. It was a FROG if I remember correctly. She knocked me out.



I slowly regained my senses, as I heard faintly a voice.

“…This is an interrogation, Naomi.”

“But she’s still a child! She won’t last long!” she protested. As I slowly regained my vision, I was looking into seven small spotlights. I tried to move but was restrained.

“Ah, looks like our little friend is awake.” The bed moved and I was face to face with the man.

I whimpered in fear. “Naomi, leave us.” The man said to her.

“Just…promise you don’t kill her.” K-ki-kill?

Naomi left with a worried expression.

“Finally, just the two of us. I’m Liquid. How are you feeling?”

I whimpered again. “P-please mercy.”

“That depends if you answer my questions correctly. We’re going to play a game, Noi. When the pain becomes too great to bear, just tell me what I want to know and it will end.”

“W-what do you want to know?”

“Tell me everything about Snake’s mission.”

“I-I only know that he should kill you. That’s all I know. Honest.” I explained, hoping he would spare me.

“That’s a pity. So, does he know about my plan?”

“P-plan?” I asked confused.

Before he could reply, he held his head in pain for a few seconds and collapsed on one knee, before getting up.

“Press the O button repeatedly to regain your strength. When you've had enough, press the select button to submit. When your life reaches zero, the game is over. There are no continues, my dear. Don’t even think about auto-fire or I’ll know.

Wait a sec…Why I’m telling this, this is a fic not a game and on PC. Anyway, I’m going to run a high voltage electric current through your body.”

Please, no… My heart raced and my skin became pale.

“If it’s just for a short time, it won’t kill you.”

“Please, no, I beg you!”

“Startin’ to feel a little scared? Good…You should be. You’re no POW. There’s no Geneva Convention. No one is coming to save you.”

Suddenly he punched the wall and I heard him muttering, “Amber…Amber…I can’t do this, she reminds me of her…”

He walked to a control monitor. “Okay. Let’s get startled.” Liquid pushed some buttons. “Okay. Here we go.”

I expected a new level of pain I had never experienced before. Instead, the level was so low that it tickled and I broke out in laugher.
After a few seconds, it stopped so I could catch my breath.

“How did you like that? Shall we go again?”

Instead if tickling, I felt a high voltage running through my body and I screamed in pain at the top of my lungs. The pain was so great that I could only scream, unable to beg for mercy.

After it stopped, I tried to catch my breath and Liquid asked, “Had enough yet? We’re not finished yet.”

Again, I screamed in pain and tried to break free, but alas, there was nothing I could do, but endure this new level of pain.

This time, I coughed blood as I caught my breath and my nose was bleeding. I was at my limit.

“Please, just no more of this. Please.” I tried to say but could only whimper it as I sobbed.

“You’re still okay? Want me to go on? Can you take one more?” Liquid didn’t hear my pleading. Before he could activate it, he screamed in pain.

“No, Ocelot! I’m in control!” He collapsed to the ground but accidently it the control panel. He also accidently started it again but I was horrified as I saw what level of electrical voltage was selected.

Maximum voltage.

I let out a very loud scream, it caused Naomi to ran in and shout, “Stop! It’s too high, she can’t take it!”

It was too late, as my vision became black and body became limb as all my organs gave out.



For some reason, I found myself in a burning forest.

A thunderstorm ruled the sky and extinguished the fire.

A man in black clothes rose from the water, his back to me.

“H-hello?” I was scared that he would hurt me.

“Sad…so sad…A host of sorrows…” He turned around. “And you are one of them…I am the Sorrow. Like you, I, too, am filled with sadness." He had white hair and red eyes.

“This world is one of sadness…Battle brings death. Death brings sorrow. The living… …may not hear them. Their voices…may fall upon deaf ears. But make no mistake… …the dead… …are not silent.”

“I-I am dead?” tears were about to leave my eyes.

The sorrow just replied, “Death is tragic. But life is miserable…That is why you were summoned here… I want you to show you something. Don’t be afraid, you aren’t dead.”

I let out a sigh of relief. He touched my forehead and the forest vanished.

We were in a half destroyed building. A man which looked like Snake but younger was surrounded by several soldiers.

“So this is the legendary boss?” A man wearing a black uniform, a beret and cowboy boots walked in. He was spinning his pistol in a very impressive way.

“We meet at last.”

“You…you're from the Ocelot unit of Spetsnaz. What's a GRU soldier doing here?” One of the soldiers asked.

“Soldier?” he corrected his beret and made a gesture.

“He's the Ocelot Commander!”

“Ha! That's Major Ocelot to you.” He made a gesture. “And don't you forget it!”

“Sokolov is ours. Now get out of here.”

“An ocelot never lets its prey escape.”

“What!?” Ocelot Ocelot drew his pistol, holding sideways as he shot the unfortunate man in front of him before he could react. He quickly killed the others, his beret fell to the ground.

He was spinning it again as he spotted the last soldier, hiding behind cover on the roof. Having no clear shot, Ocelot used a ricochet shot. The soldier fell dead to the ground. Snake backed up and so did I in shock. How could Ocelot just kill others because they got his name wrong?!
The first soldier he had shot was still alive, holding his wound in pain. Ocelot killed him without mercy and picked his beret up to put it back on.

“I can't say it feels good to kill a comrade, even if it is for the GRU.”

Then he tried to shoot Snake but his gun jammed.

Snake threw him to the ground. “You ejected the first bullet by hand, didn’t you? I see what you were trying to do. But testing a technique you’ve only heard in the middle of battle wasn’t very smart. You were asking to have your gun jammed on you,” Snake explained.

“Besides, I don’t think you’re cut out for an automatic in the first place. You tend to twist your elbow to absorb the recoil. That’s more of a revolver technique.But that was some fancy shooting… …you’re pretty good.”

Ocelot grabbed Snake’s arm. “Pretty good…” He passed out.

“Why you’re showing me this?”

“Ocelot was my son. And this Snake was the father of the Snake you know. I want to show why you were interrogated,” The Sorrow explained as we were at the same location but at night this time.

Ocelot used a woman as shield.

“I see you’ve got yourself a single action army. It’s a nice gun, I’ll give you that. But the engraving gives you no tactical advantage whatsoever,” Snake said and the scene switched to a cliff.

Ocelot was spinning two revolvers. “12 shots…This time, I’ve got 12 shots. Draw!”

He and Snake had a duel.

Whenever Ocelot had to reload he commented either, “I’ve never felt a tension like this before…” or, “This reload time is exhilarating!!!” or “That’s so different from simply changing a clip!”

The scene switched again. Now we were on a base in the sea.

A now older Ocelot watched some soldiers practicing with their pistols. One of them looked like Edward. Must be his father.
He fired from the hip. “Again.” Ocelot ordered.

Edward’s father’s gun jammed. Ocelot took it and fixed it.

“You see that in the movies? That’s an automatic, don’t bother trying to dampen the recoil. You do that with a revolver.

We Diamond Dogs, are now a force to be reckoned with. We’ve got the world’s attention.

We’re not some tribal militia. So don’t act like one. You will learn how a real soldier fights. You will forget everything Hollywood taught you. And if I catch you doing something else…you’ll know it.” He inspected the pistol.

“Engravings… …Give you no tactical advantage whatsoever. That was some pretty shooting. Pretty good.” He gave the pistol back and walked away.

Edward’s father had a confused expression that said, “D-did Ocelot just praise, or scold me?”

I giggled as Ocelot had used the same words Snake said to him when they first met.

Then we were in a room where Ocelot introduced himself to the Snake I know.

“Special Operations FOX-HOUND…” he was spinning his revolver, “Revolver Ocelot.

I’ve been waiting for you, Solid Snake. Now we’ll see if the man can live up to the legend! This is the greatest handgun ever made. The Colt Single Action Army.

Six bullets. More than enough to kill anything that moves. Now I'll show you why they call me... ‘Revolver.’ Draw!”

They had a duel.

Ocelot commented, “I love to reload during battle! There's nothing like slamming a long, silver bullet into a well-greased chamber.” when he reloaded.

After that, he reloaded behind cover.

“You're pretty good.
Just what I expected from the man with the same code as the boss. It's been a long time since I had such a good fight… but I'm just getting warmed up.” He was about to shoot but something fast cut his hand off. I looked away.

“What! My Hand!!!” He exclaimed.

The last scene I saw was that Snake was fighting another man on top of a robot or tank or whatever you could call it.

Snake defeated the man who fell all the way down while calling out, ”Snaaaaaaaaake!!!”

Snake fled with a younger Meryl, using a car. On their way out, another car chased them, driving by the man Snake fought earlier. “Not yet, Snake! It’s not over yet!”

“Liquid!!” Snake yelled.

He and Meryl crashed outside. ”Snake!” Liquid walked towards them or better said limped.

“…Snaaaake…” Liquid pointed his rifle at them but staggered. “Fo… …Fox…?”

“Die…” Snake said as Liquid collapsed.

“After Liquid’s dead, Ocelot replaced his lost hand with Liquid's arm, his body got slowly under control of Liquid's personality,” The Sorrow explained.

“So, Liquid is basically two persons? His personality but Ocelot’s body.” I think I got it.

“You’re right. But Ocelot’s mind tries to get back what belonged to him. That’s way he collapsed and gets headaches.” 

“I understand. But why are you showing me this?”

“So that you know who this man really is. Now, get back to your own world.” He touched my forehead again and everything went white.



I woke up with a gasp, panting heavily. I was again in the cell but alive and well. It still hurt so I lay down again.

The door opened and Naomi walked in, carrying a plate with Noodles and a glass of water.

“Here my dear, I don’t want you to starve.” She sounded really sorry.

I tried to get up but the pain was too much. “I can give you something for the pain.”

She took out a syringe. “It won’t hurt.” She grabbed gently my hoof with her left hand and injected it into my neck. It hurt a little bit, but the pain became slowly less.

“See? All better, sweetheart. I was so worried that you would cross to the other side. Good that I cut the power after I saw what happened.”

As she said this, I hugged her with tears in my eyes.

“Shh…calm down, he won’t hurt you anymore.” She patted my back.

“I-I thought I had died!”

Taking a deep breath, I told her about my encounter with the Sorrow.

“Your poor child. But don’t worry, I’ll stay with you.” She smiled at me.

I ate the warm and delicious noodles and drank the glass of water.

I don’t know how long this near-death experience took but I was becoming tired. She tucked me in and wished a goodnight.

I fell asleep, missing my friends and family.



I had a very strange dream. I dreamed that I watched with the Sorrow a battle between Snake and a tank that used giant screws as treads.

Every time Snake hit the treads to slow the tank down and to hit the weak point located in the rear, the driver complained.

“Why is this happening!? The treads!! I can’t move! This can’t be!! Wha-a-at!? Didn’t feel a thing! What have you done!? You’re wasting your ammo! DAMN!!”



A knock on the door tore me out of my dream. “Noi. It’s show time. Ocelot want’s you.” I startled to tremble.

“Please, don’t let him hurt me!” I begged, huddled against the wall but she knocked me out again.

I woke up restrained, facing the seven lights again.

“Okay, this time, she won’t interrupt.”

“B-but I told you everything I know! Please, don’t do it!”

“I’ve fought wars in Afghanistan, Mozambique, Eritrea, and Chad. Among the Mujahidin guerrillas, I was known and feared as Shalashaska. That is a Russian slang term for 'prison' or 'torturous prison keeper.' I was trained by the Russian GRU. To me, that isn’t torture…it’s a sport.”

“Please! Mercy!” I pleaded.

“Ocelot would have shown mercy, but I defeated him. Now, it’s for my amusement.”

“What!?”

He activated the machine and I kept on screaming and screaming at the top of my lungs as I was being electrocuted repeatedly.

He let me catch my breath for a few seconds and continued. I screamed in pain and agony for hours I think.

After I almost couldn’t feel anything more but pain and tears coming down my face as I sobbed, he stopped.

“Well, that’s enough for now I think.” He said as I passed out from the pain.

After I woke up in my cell, I just curled up and cried, calling out for my sister and mother, Written Script, even Edward. 
I was afraid I would never see them again.

Suddenly I realized who brought me into this. 
Snake. 
Liquid was after him and tortured me just because of Snake. 
I felt rage. 
Rage against him.

“Snake, you will pay! You will definitely pay!” I exclaimed in rage and laughed maniacally.  

I will enjoy seeing him suffer.