Crack equals run. A slightly funny moment I thought of in the midst of the biggest battle ever. And short. And kinda OOC- I think.

NO, I don't own MGS... or MGS4, for that matter. Slight spoilers for MGS4.

Over the Edge

He was on his hands and knees, staring at the ground and moaning slightly. He could already feel the medicine working their wonders on his old body and took a deep breath. Snake, in his old age, hadn't spoke in the time of Liquid's ranting, but he had been coherent enough to understand what the hell he was talking about. And god- he sounded just like he had nine years ago. No different than before.

"The war is over," Liquid rasped, watching his brother try and get up. "But... we still have a score to settle."

Snake glared up from his leaning position and saw his brother's pointed gaze at him. He brought himself vertical in a slow motion. The pains in his back were coming back for a bit, but he couldn't really feel them. All he knew as that he had to beat this killer- his brother- once and for all.

Liquid tore off his sunglasses and tossed them over the edge of the platform. Snake watched them fly for a moment before coming up with one last quip.

"Those weren't prescription, were they?"

His brother blinked. "Wha-?"

Snake snorted. "Your sunglasses. They weren't prescription, I take it?"

"No. Why?"

The killer stood up as best as he could. 'Damn. Thought I could an advantage over his crap eyesight. Guess the old saying is true- beggars can't be choosers.'

Both brothers got into their stances before Liquid shouted, "Show me what you've got, Snake!"

Told ya so.