SWEET, the file FINALLY uploaded. Ok, for anywho don't know (which is 99.9998 of all the people reading this right now), I'm Zaith Falked (Z.F. for short). It's a pen name. Well, I finished my Metroid thing recently, so now I can finally finish this. I'm followin' some time after PE2, so bite me if you din't like the game. The story follows JONATHAN BALE, an original character. AYA and Co. are here, but it's mainly John.

One thing about the chapter. It gets dirty towards the end. I mean BJ dirty. Now i just read the guideline and RE-agreed. I understand, all u administrato people, but sorry, I really didnt want to REWRITE the bleeding chapter, it took me long enough to write it as is. Plus I labled the story as M, so if it happens again... Sorry...?

Well, since the story will explain itself eventually, just enjoy it and review later.

I Don't own the copy rights for Parasite Eve, so chill out Square, I bought the games.
June , 2000
Somewhere in Nevada

I woke from my sleep, the buzzing of electronics again in my ear. My eyes burned as I tried to open them, but I soon got used to the pain and managed to look around. The green water around be was polluted, as always, so my view was limited to anyone near the main console, or the "reader" as the researchers called it.

It just so happened that one researcher was at the reader, taking down several notes in small book. He was far to consumed in his work to notice that I was moving, so I decided to bother him.

Slamming my hand against the glass, I shocked the researcher, causing him to fall backward, out of my sight. I could only assume that he had dirtied his white coat, though I wasn't in any position to find out.

There was another buzz in my ear, but it was from dulled conversation, not electronics. I couldn't make out the words being used, yet the tones and strength of each voice seemed to indicate that I had done a bad thing.

Then, out of the green, I saw two hands and a face come to the glass. The hands were a little deformed, as they were pressed on the glass. I clearly made the person to be Samantha, my regular care-taker. From the way she moved her mouth, I could tell that she was telling me to stop. I shrugged my shoulders, and then nodded my head. She smiled, and then left me alone with the green.

Only she could get me to do that. Otherwise, I might as well be either a brick wall or a barbarian, because I would regularly try to be defiant. This life wasn't what I imagined, but there wasn't much I could do about that.

About an hour later, the water drained from my capsule, leaving me to lie on the floor on my hands and knees, wet and soggy. I began to use what little strength I had to rip the many needles and cables off of my body, which had become a normal practice for me. The capsule slid into the floor, allowing the cool air from outside touch my skin.

Samantha, as well as a number of the other researchers, seemed to huddle around me, notebooks and pens in hand. I was a nice little project to them, but at least they were scared. I was as strong as an ox, maybe stronger, though I wasn't sure, as they always had me on meds. Feeling a little nausea, I shook my head, and then tried to stand on my feet, only to fall onto my knee.

"Come on, John," said Samantha, extending a hand to me. I gripped her hand, and she hoisted me off of my knee. She then placed my arm around her neck and shoulder, and then began to walk me toward up several steps and through a door.

Most of what I saw was a blur, as the bright lights of the hallways were not meant for my eyes. Samantha led me to the living quarters, where I was handed sweat pants and a sleeve-less shirt.

Samantha was very kind to me, which is why I respect her. She isn't like the other researchers, who simply use me as a guinea pig. She managed to persuade her supervisor to give me so "free time," which I must say I like.

After putting some clothing onto my previously naked body, I rubbed my eyes a little, hoping my eyes would come into focus again. After a quick moment of blinking, I could make out the room around me, as well as the face next to me.

"Feeling better?" Samantha asked, smiling slightly.

"I suppose," I said in response. "Feels nice to be out of that frigging tube again."

I began to stretch my arms and legs, getting used to the feelings of my bones again. The capsule they always stuffed me into made me feel cramped, as there was only so much space inside. Plus, my movement was always restricted, seeing as all of the cabled and tubes attached to me only went so far.

Samantha placed her right hand onto my knee, which brought me out of my stretching. I looked at her, seeing a somewhat saddened expression on her. Feeling sorrow just by looking at her, I couldn't help myself, and had to ask.

"What's wrong, Sam?"

"O-oh, nothing," she replied, her voice somewhat tighter than before.

"You're lying," I said calmly. "You're not normally so hesitant to answer, and when you are, something's bugging you."

"Ok, something IS bothering. But I can't tell you about it."

"Really? Why not?" I asked, curiosity ringing in my voice. Thinking quickly in my head, I suddenly had a strange it in my brain, and I thought I might have the answer. "The pin heads upstairs aren't thinking of taking my free time away, are they?"

"Well… Sort of."

"I knew it! Ugh, this just pisses me off!"

"Just calm down, John."

"Who do they think they are! I mean, sure I signed up for this, but I didn't think these experiments would be like this! Man, sometimes, I just wanna pop a couple of their heads off!"

"JOHN!" yelled Samantha, clearly very angry with me. Seeing her anger, I cooled off immediately, and tried to put the thought out of my head for the moment. She sighed, and then said, "Look, I know how you feel, but this won't help the situation. I need to convince them that cutting yo… your free time would be a bad thing."

"Anyway I can help?" I said, hoping that maybe just doing a few tricks may help out.

"No, everything they are basing the reasoning on is simply scientific. Only results would get them to change their minds, if not reasoning."

"Sounds like it might be a problem."

"Yeah…"

Silence fell between us, our hope fleeting. Samantha seemed hurt by this new development, so this was probably worse for her then me. Deciding that maybe she needed some uplifting, I decided to try something out.

Maneuvering my hand carefully, I managed to poke Samantha at her side, which caused her to jump a little. Samantha is very ticklish, and her sides just happened to be her weak point.

"John, don't," she said, looking at me angrily.

"Sorry, but you need a good laugh."

"Don't."

I started to attack her sides, yet Samantha was defending herself quite well. Though not as strong as I should be, my arms had enough power to get around her and begin to tickle her constantly. The result was a wave of laughter like none other. Samantha kept trying to push me away, but I kept the fingers going, scratching through the velvet button-up she wore.

"JoHahahAhahAhahan, s-sTOPahAhaHahah!"

Even through the laughter and tears, I managed to keep going, making Samantha's day a little better. It was a good thing we were on one of the beds in the quarters, as soon Samantha was on her back, trying to squirm away from me. I kept my tickling up, moving along with her.

Samantha seemed to have stopped fighting, as she was starting to enjoy the tickling. However, she did squirm a little, which extended even to her legs. In her wild movement, Samantha managed to kick my left knee, which just so happened to have most of my weight on it at the time. I fell forwards, resting my head next to hers.

"Ooh," I said, my breath suddenly escaping from my lungs. I felt her arm under my stomach, which probably knocked the wind out of me.

"Joohn, get off," Samantha said, stretching my name as she did.

I found it a little hard to get up, but I managed to push myself off of her. As I did, however, I noticed our position and where I was, which got me a little excited. What made me get even "harder" was the look of the beauty below. She was certainly one of a kind in terms of looks, so I couldn't but want to cop a feel.

When I got into a sitting position, I leaned forward onto my elbows, which helped me cover my swelling member. Samantha soon sat up as well, yet her hair, which previously was in a pony tail, now hung down onto her shoulders. I tried to look away, but her brunette hair and her beautiful face simply had me captivated.

"I felt that," she said, pointing at my growing member.

"I-I don't know what your talking about," I said, trying to play it off like it was nothing.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," she said moving closer to me. I didn't know what she was doing at first, but I saw her hand go for my groin, and before I could stop her, I felt her hand grip my cock.

"Sam!" I said trying to get her to stop. It's not like I didn't like it, but I was pretty sure this was the wrong place to do it.

"What, you afraid?"

"N-NOoo."

Samantha had already begun to rub my member through the material of my pants, which was certainly pleasing. I began to really enjoy the sensations, and simply let her do what she wanted.

After about a minuet of rubbing, things got even better. Samantha got on her knees, and then pulled my pants down enough for my tool to pop out. She then began to lick my shaft, and soon enough began to suck on the head. Then further. Wanting a pleasurable release, I rested my hand onto the back of her head, and then pressed down a little for a small experience of deep throat.

I came in her mouth, her experience and looks getting the better of me. Samantha continued to suck for a little while insuring that she got all of my cum. When she felt like she was done, she pulled her head up, looking at me devilishly.

"Yummy," she said teasingly.

"I bet you liked that."

Suddenly, the door to the room popped open, and several of the researchers came into the room. A number of them held special tranquilizer guns, all aimed at me. I managed to readjust my clothing to cover myself, but that was all I could do before getting shot in the arm.

I began to feel increasingly nausea, as well as weak in the knees. I fell to the floor, now wheezing like an asthmatic. I looked around, and the room began to blur out of view, with every researching become a watercolor painting of white and gray.

Though my senses were dulled, I heard another voice besides my own and Samantha's. I recognized it easily as the lead researcher, Dr. Pereira. He was the one that convinced me to go on this crazy roller coaster of an experiment, lying to me about money and fame.

"Good work, Samantha. You made it easy for us to deal with this failure," said Pereira mockingly. "Men, dispose of him."

"Please, stop!" begged Samantha. "He's still a good test subject. We can still learn so much from him!"

"Stop your whining, you slut!" said Pereira in response. "Get out of my sight."

I could something pulling at my arms, lifting me from the floor. Yet I didn't want to go, not yet. I understood what Samantha was trying to tell now, and I would stand for that. Anger grew inside me, and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. My sight returned, and a new strength came to me.

I could easily see the two researchers pulling me across the floor, and with a strength I've never had before, I gripped their arms and pulled them to the floor. I felt something hit my back, but it felt like little pebbles compared to the tranquilizer I was shot with from before.

Knowing that they're tranquilizers would eventually knock me out, I dashed for the door, trying to get out of this building. The way to the door was blocked by three researchers, who I simply pushed aside like rag dolls.

"Stop him!" yelled Pereira.

He was too late in his orders though. I was already speeding down the halls of the building. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I soon came to an elevator and when to the highest floor. Once there, I found a map laser etched into the wall. The directions were simple enough to follow, and soon I made my way to the parking garage.

Once there, I found a pedestal and a strange cylinder-like device in the wall. Ignoring the device, I went to the pedestal and began to read quickly. I noticed the word "open" on the pedestal and pressed that portion of the screen.

Just then a large door began to open, a mechanical roar coming from the door. There was a long pathway behind the door, and with little time to spare, I began to run towards my next objective.

Halfway through the pathway, I heard a shot from behind me, clearly from the tranquilizer guns that the researchers had. I went to the wall, where I found a walkway for people. I went inside the walkway, seeing as the wall gave me cover from their guns. I opened the door at the end of the hallway, and then continued my way to another door, and then my way out.

Outside was hot, yet I kept running. I was a desert, with rocky and sandy mounds of dirt all around. Yet I kept going. I couldn't stop. Freedom was so close. Freedom at long last.

I bet it sucked, but please just review it. PLEASE!