Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters in this story. Rowan and the plot(what little there is of it) are however mine.
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Leon Scott Kennedy stood at the edge of the cliff and took in the decimated bridge and the two smoking cars in the river below. He was still a little breathless from the adrenalin rush he had acquired back in the dilapidated house.
"Shit," he said, and that's where Rowan stopped typing.
"Hmm, what did he say at that part?" she asked out loud. She had not played the game in a very long time, well that's how it felt, but truthfully it had only been the year she was away at college. She was writing her first ever fan-fiction that she intended to put on a site she had stumbled onto while at school. To answer her own question she opened a new page on her laptop and found the right part.
"Oh my bad," she said, apparently the correct answer was "oh no". At that point Rowan stopped writing and headed for the kitchen, seeing as she hadn't eaten all day, and it was now eleven at night it seemed like a good idea.
After a turkey sandwich and a large amount of caffeine she went back to work. She documented Leon's little misadventure through the village, several times actually, until she had it just right. It mostly followed the game except for a few places where she had added more dialogue. Rowan mostly kept to the story line because she didn't really know where she was going with her own story just yet.
She decided that because she had such good detail (if she said so herself) that it was long enough to count as a first chapter. She saved her work and just as she was cracking her knuckles her mother's grandfather clock struck twelve. It chimed once, twice, three times, then chink.
"Wha…," she grunted, " that's not suppose to happen. Shit if mom comes back and that things busted it'll break her heart."
Rowan was home from college for the next two months and her parents and younger siblings had decided on a small vacation, which she had opted out off. So she figured she had about four days to get it fixed. Rowan sighed and started to clean up the mess she had made in the living room. She unceremoniously shoved her written notes and papers into her old messenger bag and then shoved her laptop and all of its accessories in after it. She made a pit stop in the kitchen to grab another sandwich, this time ham, and headed upstairs. The clock was in the hallway just outside of her room and across from her parents.
She had intended on dropping her stuff on her bed and coming back to tinker with the ancient thing, however, when she heard something moving around inside the clock she stopped. Rowan almost brushed it off as her overactive imagination and the dark house, until it happened again. This time hard enough to lightly rock the tall time piece.
"Hmm," she narrowed her eyes and took another bite of her sandwich. She slung her bag over her shoulder, so that the strap crossed her chest, then stepped forward.
Only to have the body of the clock burst open and a solid force behind her give her a powerful shove.
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Well that's it for now, I'm kinda new to all of this so if you spot an error I missed please let me know. I'll update as soon as I can and we'll see just what the psycho clock did to me.
P.S. if you haven't made the connection, the Rowan in the story is in fact me-see the penname above. I know I know. My first go is a self-insert. What a dork. So sue me.
I'd really like reviews by the way, hint hint