Chapter One: Defeat
Sam Fisher's house:
It was in the middle of the night. I slowly and quietly snuck out of my room. I
made sure that when I opened my bedroom door, I wouldn't step on that squeaky floor
board. (For some reason my father refuses to fix the floorboards.) Last time I managed to
get past my father's room, and clear to the stairway.
One thing about having a spy for a father is that you can't get away with
ANYTHING. I stuck to the dark corners and along the wall. When I reached the staircase
my heartbeat started racing. 'I can make it,' I thought to myself. Carefully but slowly, I
made my way down the stairs. At first my heartbeat was only racing because I had not hit
any squeaky steps yet. When I finally reached the bottom I sighed and put my hand over
my heart. I walked slowly and silently toward the back door.
'Wow,' I thought to myself, 'I finally made it.' With a smile on my face I walked
toward the back door. When I put my hand on the doorknob, I failed to hear the noise
behind me. When I turned the doorknob, I heard a short breath of laughter. Before I
could turn around he had his right arm around my neck and holding my left hand at the
same time. His left hand held my right hand in a tight grip. "Surprise," he said in a
whisper. I growled softly at him.
Solid Snake's house:
This was my fifth attempt trying to sneak out. Every time I have, I've been
caught. When I opened my door, I made sure that I wouldn't open it to fast or the hinges
would squeak. I was in a crouch position. I slowly came out of my bedroom. I looked left
then right. When I found nothing, I started walking along the wall. I was careful not to
walk heel first. (That way I won't step on any squeaky floorboards.)
When I reached the stairs, I quickly but quietly stepped on each stair. When I
reached the bottom I wondered if Sarah had made I out of her house. Both of our dads are
spies. So it was kind of hard to get away with anything. I was smart enough to remember,
I still kept to the shadows and dark areas.
Before I left through the back door, I checked behind me and in the kitchen, to
make sure my dad wasn't behind me. I then reached the door and put my right hand on it.
I heard someone say, "You suck at this." I turned around and threw a punch at him. Of
course he dodged it. He then hit me in the stomach. Then crouched to the floor and
swung his right leg under my legs to knock them out from under me. I then fell to the
floor, and felt the cold floor on my face. He then held my arms in a tight grip. "You gotta
work on this," he said as he laughed.