"Terminus A Quo"
A fanfiction interpretation of favorite scenes from Squaresoft's Sci-fi Cinematic RPG Parasite Eve II by gamer Arachay
Reposted with minor revisions: 08-09-2012
Series: Parasite Eve II
Characters/Pairing: Aya Brea & Kyle Madigan (KyleAya)
Genre: Sci-fi adventure based on cinematic PS RPG
Warnings: CONTAINS SPOILERS!
Disclaimer: I dun own 'em.
Scenario 1: The Water Tower
"Well, what've we got here..."
Kyle Madigan leaned over the water tower's railing and craned his neck to get a better view of the spectacle below. He had been carefully monitoring a pack of hungry Chasers by the tower's fence, when suddenly a girl had appeared out of nowhere. It was like seeing an apparition...
In a few short days, Dryfield proper has lapsed into something worst than a ghost town... A ghost town infested with "Artificial Neo Mitochondrion Creatures", otherwise known as "A.N.M.C."s. Owing to that, all of the locale's previous inhabitants were either now miles away from it, or dead. Only two of the residents were unfortunate enough to be alive under the circumstances: the eccentric old gun collector Gary Douglas and his pet dog...
Kyle frowned broodingly. Not that he was one to talk about eccentricity, but his reasons for being there were strictly business, as it has always been... So now, he was temporarily distracted from his "business" by the girl down below. What is she doing out here? And more importantly, how could she still be alive?
Initially he surmised that the girl was one of those shape-shifting A.N.M.C.s called Strangers, notorious for their ability to mimic human form, however as soon as he saw her draw out a weapon, Kyle Madigan knew that he was mistaken.
After a few minutes, wherein the girl impressively outmaneuvered all eight A.N.M.C. Chasers with her M93R handgun, Kyle Madigan smirked to himself, his curiosity greatly roused. So far, he already knew three things about this woman: that she was no ANMC, nor an ordinary civilian... But definitely someone who would be more convenient as an ally, than a foe. With a grimace, he lowered the ladder for her. And when she had climbed up to where he was, Kyle began making her acquaintance...
"My apologies." Kyle began as he turned to face her. "I would have helped, but I was afraid I might hit you. Name's Madigan. Kyle Madigan. And you are—?"
"Aya Brea. FBI." She replied curtly, ignoring his outstretched hand.
Kyle Madigan withdrew his hand slowly. "Well, well..." He said, a twinkle in his keen auburn eyes. The name was very familiar to him, of course... Aya Brea... the rookie police officer who saved New York, probably even the world, three years ago in the controversial Manhattan incident. That explains why she was so adept at dealing with A.N.M.C.s... Only— this girl didn't look like the Aya Brea he saw in newspaper clippings and photos attached to her top-secret government dossier. She somehow looked— different...
"Is that a problem?" Aya spat coolly, assuming a self-composed stance that greatly emphasized her shapely hips.
In the next few moments, an unyielding silence followed. Aya's body tensed involuntarily when their eyes met in a concerted gaze. The man known as Kyle Madigan didn't seem to be fazed by her indifference at all. In fact she was beginning to get the impression that he was even fascinated by the little mockery. Those pensive eyes of his, continued to address her with seemingly unspoken amusement. It was very— unsettling...
Aya struggled within herself to maintain composure, a task which wasn't usually this difficult. She didn't know why, but she felt utterly disarmed by this man's striking appearance, from the very moment her consciousness had been able to assess him.
Kyle Madigan was tall, lean and vigorous, with a flawless natural tan of unmistakable Latin-American innuendo, an overly assertive posture (most likely a result of military training) that accentuated his broad shoulders and drew attention to his massive chest in spite of the aloof ebony-colored turtleneck sweater; he looked surprisingly young, with slightly tousled dark-brown hair, and keen, effervescent brown eyes. Yes... Aya thought exasperatedly as blood flooded her cheeks. He was very, very... disarming.
Relieved that her blushing was not that evident because her face was already flushed from the rigorous exercise she had undergone earlier, Aya hastily reminded herself that she still had reservations about him, and tried to ignore the tiny tingling sensations that were ruthlessly writhing her insides.
Kyle broke the silence first, "That puma-like creature just now— it had a human face... Was that one of those N.M.C.s?"
Aya nodded, "Yes, an unusual breed but— " She stopped in mid-sentence, finding herself at a loss for an explanation.
"So you're one of those MIST Hunters, right?" Kyle interjected with a grin that was almost indiscernible, if his eyes didn't give him away.
"You've done your homework." Aya quipped, narrowing her eyelashes at him. "May I ask who you might be?"
"Me?" Kyle raised his eyebrows, momentarily disoriented by the coquettish sarcasm in her riposte. "I'm a private investigator out of L.A.," he stated half-truthfully. "I came to check out a shelter supposed to be in these parts. I ran into some of those monsters on my way out here. They totaled my car and I walked the rest of the way to town."
"A private investigator?!" Aya repeated incredulously, careful that she didn't gape down at his rugged, tight-fitting jeans for too long. "In that outfit?"
"Well," Kyle tried to sound very casual. "You never know these days..."
"Really..." Aya enunciated slowly, with more coquettish sarcasm. She seized her hip and prompted further, "So what's supposed to be in this shelter?"
"That's client-confidential. I'd loose my license." Then Kyle added, "Not that I know anything yet, I just got here."
Aya mulishly mirrored his gaze for the most part of their conversation, trying to figure out what was it about him that seemed trustworthy and yet disconcerting at the same time. Aya winced inwardly from the effort. So far, all she felt certain of was that he knew much more than what he was letting up. His impenetrable expression conveyed nothing more about him or his thoughts ...
"Say..." Kyle's eyes glinted, as though it was he who could read her mind. "Since we seem to be looking for the same thing, how's about we join forces?"
This time Aya didn't hesitate. It might be the best idea to play along for now, she reasoned, taking his outstretched hand. "I'm game."
He grasped her hand firmly for a few seconds without breaking eye contact, then he released her and said, "Let me know if you find anything out..."
With those words, Kyle Madigan left, and for first time since she had been sent to Dryfield, Aya Brea couldn't explain why she suddenly felt more enthusiastic about this assignment...
end of the water tower scene.
End Notes:
This is based on how Aya & Kyle first met in Dryfield... I tried to shed a little light on the subject of how Kyle had been there in the first place and a little bit of thought-interpretation for the both of them... when I made this, I was more inclined towards the demeanor of the realistic movie version of Kyle Madigan, mainly because he is hotter and a lot more expressive that way... (sigh those eyes!) I really enjoyed writing this, mainly because I got to share my ideas about the game and the reasons I think Kyle x Aya are perfect! However, even if this is strictly my interpretation, I tried to be as accurate to the given details as possible... still, I'm not saying this is exactly how it happened, just how I think it did.
08-2012: Thanks to all who read, reviewed (and faved?)! I am still a vehement PE fan, and am happy to see that there are fans still around as well. I have been gone for a long time, but I really hope to continue this, no promises though, but again, thanks so much for sticking around! :)