Hey everyone! I'm ClaireFan82. I used to be Clairefan81, which I doubt anyone remembers. LOL Well this is my first story on my new account, so I hope you guys like it! Please leave reviews!!
Evil Christmas
The snow fell in every direction of the wind. It was Christmas time for Raccoon City. Only 3 more days till Christmas. It was a winter wonderland. Icicles formed from the edge of every home. Everyone was tucked into there little beds. This was a special Christmas for everyone. There was a sorority home up ahead. Delta Alpha Kappa was the name. It was the smallest house of the campus at West High University. The home wasn't big but not to small, either. The home was like a sorority, but it was like a fraternity as well. Both girls and boys lived there, along with their house mother. But since it was Christmas break, a lot went home and a few stayed. Jill was near the fire. She sat drinking water. She wasn't much of a drinker. Next to her was Ashley Graham. She was probably the most rich of them. She had a glass of wine near her, but was too busy texting. Leon Kennedy just sat next to Chris Redfield talking about finals. Rebecca just was in her room, getting ready to leave. It all seemed quiet, up until Claire came rushing down the stairs. "Hey who left the god damn front door open!?" she shouted. She quickly closed it. "Damn, if you guys were to leave it open, my boobs were to turn in to titsicles!" she told the group. They all laughed except Rebecca. She just typed on her laptop. Their housemother, Ms.Mac, came in the room with the presents. "Ooh! It so hard to get through outside! I only went to the trunk and it took me about 20 minutes." She told them. Chris immediately helped her. "I just wish that it would go down, so I could spend a few days partying, rather then spending time with family, on Christmas!" Ashley told them. Claire just drank more of her wine. "Have you seen outside?! It's snowing hail the size of Shaq's ballsack!" Leon told her. "Oh it'll stop. The party gods won't allow me to stay cooped up here on Christmas." Ashley said. "Oh, Ashley, I'll be here. Ugh there making me work next week." Jill said as she put some finishing touches on a present. "Well that sucks, everyone should be home for Christmas." Leon told her.
A guard in the Umbrella Institution walked out the lounge. He checked the inmates, to see if they were fine. Everyone was alright. He started walking back to the lounge, when he heard a noise. The guard walked back to the cell, of Billy Lenz, a murderer. He looked to see a note. He opened it up to see a note. The note said, "I'll be home for Christmas." The guard quickly looked in the room through the peep hole. There was nothing. He quickly opened the door. It was really dark in the room. He checked the small room. He looked on the bed to see a person lying down. He quickly checked on them. Before he could check, the figure jumped from bed and snapped the guard's neck. It was Billy. He quickly took the guards stuff, and started to go where he planned…home.
"Billy? Billy? All right who drew Billy's name?" Ms. Mac asked the kids. "Ms.Mac it's a secret Santa!" Leon told her while texting on his phone. Rebecca just stayed quiet. "C'mon, it's a 15 year Delta Alpha Kappa tradition. Okay now whose not even here?" Ms. Mac asked them. "Mmm mostly like everyone." Jill told her. "What about Ada?" Ms. Mac asked. "Umm she went home yesterday." Claire said as she poured herself more wine. "What about Brad?" she asked. "No, that was him on the phone. He, Cindy, and Alyssa are on the fabulous ski trip, with the boys over at GHD." Ms. Mac rolled her eyes. "Haven't I seen Steve today?" Ms. Mac asked. "Umm isn't he wrapping presents in the other room for his family?" Jill asked. "Umm no, I think his sister picked him up earlier. Remember people, this is the time of year when Steve and his family rediscover themselves, and bury the hatchet." Leon told the group as he drank some of his wine. Chris laughed. "Wow, I wish I could bury the hatchet with my sister…right in her head." Ashley said while texting. Chris laughed once more.
Steve could hear all the laughter from downstairs. He didn't go home yet. He was still there waiting for his ride. He looked at a picture of him and his family. He opened a bottle of wine and poured it into his glass. He was a bit hesitant at first. He never drank. He then tried some, but put it back down. He then started to wrap presents. He was writing cards when, he heard a noise from his closet. He quickly rose up and checked it out. He looked into the closet, to find the plastic over Chris's clothes moving. He looked down to see that the clothes were moving due to the air vent. He laughed and went back to his bed. He continued to write his card. He looked for his pen, only to see it no where. He looked around to find it, only to have someone violently wrap a plastic bed over his head. He quickly went into fear. He tried helplessly taking it off. It was no use. The killer lunged Steve's missing pen, right into his eye, killing him. Blood flowed from the hole in the bag. The murderer quickly took Steve's body away, leaving no signs of struggle. He took it up into the attic. And silently closed the hatch…
