RESIDENT EVIL
Deadly Shadows.
Monday, September 1, 1998.
"Jason!"
Jason Lex opened his eyes and readjusted to the sight of the blue walls of his new room. The clean white pane window let in the bright sun light that barely touched the foot of his bed. Jason was taking a nap that he didn't really need and didn't feel like going to school on his first day in this new town.
"Jason!" A female voice called out once more, this time more stern.
"I'm up!" He called back from the comfort of his bed. He turned over and looked at his night stand at the head of his bed. The Timex digital clock read 6:37am. Class started at quarter after seven, so he had time to get ready. To the dismay of his body, he shifted out from under the covers and out of bed.
"I have a feeling I'm going to not like this day..." He said to himself with a yawn. He had trouble sleeping still. He had just moved into Raccoon City two weeks ago and still feels out of place. That and the rumors of gruesome murders didn't make his attitude towards the place any better.
Jason moved over toward his closet, fixing a falling Mudvayne poster on his wall that he got at one of their small shows in Peoria, Illinois that he saw with his cousin. He tried coving up the ugly blue walls with as many posters of his favorite bands, but he just didn't have enough at the time. Most of the room still had that blue shade that he hated.
He grabbed a towel from his closet and proceeded out of his room and to the right. He walked past the stairs that lead into the front door entrance area and to the bathroom on the right side of the white colored hallway with a matching white carpet. Across from that was his sisters room, filled with girly like objects that he didn't care to much for. Straight past both rooms on the right was the master bed room of his parents.
He opened the bathroom door and saw his older sister cover herself up in her towel before he could see any of her private areas.
And thank god for that.
"Ugh! Knock before you enter next time you ass!" Lisa shouted as she tucked the edge of the towel inward to make it hold itself in place.
"Well it looks like you're done so..." Jason tried to step further in, but Lisa pushed him back.
"I'm not done yet!" She yelled in protest, pushing him into the hall and closing the door.
"What the hell!?" He shouted back through the door. "I have to get ready for school!" He tried opening it back up, but the knob wouldn't turn. She locked him out.
"And so do I!" She shouted back, her voiced muffled some by the door.
"Well try living on campus and not with us, douche! It's not like we like you or anything around here!" He said as he walked back to his room. Besides him living with the sister he hates on a morning basis, he missed Detroit. After a sudden job offer from a huge corporation, his father had to move here to work his new job.
Jason decided that he didn't need a shower. He put on some deodorant and looked in his closet. He pulled out a black beater and a matching black T-shirt with one of his favorite bands on it. Last Man Standing and all the tour dates listed on the back of the shirt. He grabbed up a pair of faded old cargo pants and put them on, looking in the mirror at the same time.
His black hair was about shoulder length for him, but at the moment it was in shambles. He didn't really care though, letting people perceive him for what he is. And that is a stoner. It's what got him kicked off the football team and almost out of school when he got caught lighting up in the bathrooms.
He slipped on a pair of old worn boots and made his way back out of his room. He headed down the wooden stairs to the front door area. He turned away from the door and was looking down a white colored hall into the decent sized kitchen/dinning room that sported the same blue as his room. To his right was the large living room with an expensive entertainment system with his Playstation hooked up to it as well. He would be finishing up FFVII as soon as he got back home from school.
Jason made his way into the kitchen and opened the fridge door, peering inside for something to drink and found it. He took out a carton of orange juice that was near empty and kicked his back. The sweet juice quenched his morning thirst.
"Jason! What did I tell you about drinking from the container!" Jason's mother said in a less harsh scolding manner.
Jason shook the container as he looked at her. "It was nearly empty," He said as he threw it away. "Saves me from doing more dishes tonight." Jason looked over at his father.
Jason's father was a father you would find in the fifties. The type that is the bread winner and does nothing, but work and sleep. Jason didn't have too many fond memories with his father, but respected him for trying to make everyone's life better. Mr. Lex sat at the table with his news paper and hot coffee. His reading glasses were resting on the near end of his nose as he read today's news.
"More bodies found up in those woods," He turned the page. "Two boys and three girls, all high school kids. Found near the entrance of the forest. Victims are to be said to be connected to the other murders from the wounds they suffered."
Jason took a bite into some buttered toast that was on a plate. "Oh great," He said with a ton of sarcasm and waving of his arms. "Now I have to hear crying girls and memoirs all day long on my first day."
"Jason! That's Lisa's toast!" Mrs. Lex yelled.
Jason looked at the toast and at her. "Well now she has one and a half slices of toast. Fat ass upstairs needs to lose some weight anyway."
"That is noway to talk about your sister young man!"
Ignoring his mom, Jason put the unfinished piece of bread back down on the plate and walked out of the kitchen. "I'll be back home after school! Later!"
"Be careful!" Mrs. Lex called out.
Jason grabbed his skateboard and stepped outside on to his porch. Towering trees shaded his house, allowing a few rays of light to hit. It was a nice day outside.
But will it be a nice day for me?
Jason dropped his skateboard and jumped on it with his momentum taking him forward. He ollied of over the stairs, landing on the cement path that led to them. He skated into the street and began down a small slope. His neighborhood was called the 'Hill'. It was on a hill, thankfully making the ride to school all down hill, but it was a high-middle class living area.
Jason didn't take advantage of the luxury of his class by having a nice car and clothes. He just wanted to be him. He had a license to drive, but rather skate for the love of skating. Lisa on the other hand was a daddy's girl. Two stinking weeks in this place and she has new best friends that all ride in the back of their fathers convertible mustang.
The hill got steeper and Jason picked up speed. He saw a four-way stop at the bottom of the hill, but felt lucky today and didn't attempt to slow down. He rushed right through the stop without a problem and kept gliding down the street.
Jason looked around at the houses and could smell money in the air. High priced cars, freshly cut grass, and snotty teenaged kids. All in all, Jason hated it. He was willing to go into more of the lower class area of Raccoon City, but this town once more left him with a roadblock on the path to making him feel more at home. The lower class area's were on the other side of the city, meaning he would have to go through downtown to make it there and on a skateboard none the less.
Jason looked over as a car pulled up next to him. It was a white Ford Crown Victoria, but what really caught his eyes was the lights on top of the car.
Pigs...
"Hey boy," The officer said in a not so authoritive tone as he leaned over to see him out of the passenger window. "You blew that stop sign back there."
"Don't you have some real crime to fight?" Jason replied with a smart attitude as he pushed off to maintain speed.
"I do, but I'm just making sure that you don't become anything to deal with in the near future." The cop said jokingly. "Anyways, this place doesn't look like your MO."
"And if I was a black kid would I really stand out more?"
"Well I've never seen you around here before."
"Which is it officer? You haven't seen me around here or I don't look like I should be around here."
"Both." The officer said with a slight chuckle.
At least he's not a douche about things.
"I'm guessing you're headed to school?"
Jason looked at the officer once more. "Yeah, and then after that I'm going to smoke some pot."
The officer laughed at the joke.
Funny thing is, I'm not joking.
"Well, do you need a lift? It will save you the trouble of riding that god awful skateboard."
Jason pushed off again and pulled out his wallet, flipping it open to the clear plastic picture holder. "See this?" He held it close to the window. "This is my license to drive a gas powered vehicle similar to the one you are operating right now. I could take the car to school, but I like doing this 'god awful' thing called skateboarding, thank you very much."
The officer laughed once more. "I like you kid. You've got spunk and that is something that I don't see much around these parts. What's your name kid?"
Jason put his wallet away. "Well is sure the hell isn't kid." He said as he pushed off again. "Jason. Jason Lex is my name," Jason looked at the officer. "And what might your name be 'oh great upholder of the law'."
"Lieutenant Davis of the RPD." Davis replied with a smile.
"Oh, a LT huh?" Jason said with false amazement as he returned to gaze to the road ahead.
"Soon to be Captain." Davis said proudly as he looked back to the road and back to Jason. "Well Jason, it's been a pleasure meeting you. I'll probably see you around again and hopefully it isn't when I have to place you under arrest." Davis said with a chuckle as he sped off and made a left onto another street.
Jason watched the white car drive off and shook his head. "Pigs..." He said as he pushed off once more to gain speed.
xxxx
Davis kept his cruiser going 35MPH, which was the speed limit. He would make another round toward the park and head back to the station to start up his paper work for the day.
And who wants that? No one.
Davis hated paper work since he had to do half of what Lt. Watson had to do, because he lost a bet to Watson over Super Bowl XXXII.
Damn Packers!
Davis sighed as he stopped at a stop sign and looked around at the rich, but pleasant scenery. Too bad he couldn't live like this. He lived in the 'Valley'. Not the complete opposite of the 'Hill', but close enough. He's been waiting to get that promotion to Captain and a raise for nine months now.
"Units available in the Jefferson Station area, please respond to a possible two-fourty-five. Shots fired, repeat, shots fired."
Davis picked up the receiver and placed it near his mouth. "This is Lt. Davis. Ten-Twenty on that location."
"Fourth and Labenon. Proceed with caution Lieutenant."
"Ten-four." Davis put the receiver down and turned on his lights and siren. He floored it out of the 'Hill' area and into the industrial area of Jefferson Station. He has been here on plenty of calls, but this is his third dealing with shots fired.
Davis made a right on Lebanon and onto Fourth where he saw a group of people in front of a house. He turned the siren off, but left the lights flashing. Pulling up slowly, he could see that it was some teens. They looked at him as he pulled up to the side and got out.
"Are you the ones that called in the shots?" He asks quickly with his right hand rested on the handle of the 9mm.
"Yeah!" One of the two girls said. "There were about six shots that went off in that house!" She pointed to the old house in front of them.
Davis looked at the house and back at the teens. "Alright, get behind the car." He instructed. The teens didn't hesitate to follow as they piled behind the squad car. Davis pressed the button on the side of his mobile radio receiver. "Davis here at the scene. Requesting back up at 376 Fourth Avenue in the Jefferson Station."
"Ten-Four Davis, sending units to that location."
Davis pulled out his 9mm and rushed up the porch to the side of the front door. The windows were boarded up, showing that the house was abandoned. He turned to the door and kicked it open, aiming his gun around the dark trashy living room. He pulled his flashlight out and turned it on, crossing it under his firing hand.
"This is the Raccoon City police! Put your weapon down and come out with you hands in the air!" He warned as he took a step in the house. He stepped in to the living room, and shined the light into the dinning room. Beer cans and bottles littered the ground. Signs that this house was used by the underage teens to party.
Davis moved into the dinning room and turned to the opening for the kitchen. It lit up showing nothing but spider webs and dust.
Thump Thump
Davis looked up as he heard the sound. It came from up stairs. Davis made his way back around toward the front door and up the stairs slowly. He turned into the hall and the light fell on a bloody and tattered body. Davis grabbed his receiver again.
"This is Davis, Ten-Thirty four. I have a body here," Davis walked toward the body, not seeing the open door next to him. "I need..."
BAM BAM BAM BAM!!
Four bullets pelted his stomach and chest. He fell back and turned, falling into the wall next to the open door the shots came from. "Police!" He called out in pain. Thankfully he always wore his vest. He heard sobbing in the room and stood up. He turned into the room with the flash light and gun ready to fire, but it was only a blonde girl in a corner crying with a silver handgun in her grasp.
Davis looked at her and walked up. "Hey...are you alright?" He said through the pain to the young teen girl.
"He's dead..." She cried.
Davis thought about the man in the hall. "You killed him?" He asked kneeling down to her. Her eyes were red from crying.
"No...it killed him."
Davis looked at her in confusion. "You're not making any sense here." He said. "Who killed the man in the hall."
"It-it-it's not...a man..." The girl looked up and her face went into a blank stare.
"What?" Davis asked as he looked at her facial expression. He turned and aimed the flash light up to the half eaten face of another man. His lip hung from his face, streaming blood to the floor. His eyes were white and glossy.
"Freeze!" Davis yelled.
The man grabbed Davis, but Davis fired into the mans stomach. The body fell on him, but was still pulling on Davis's uniform. The flashlight was bumped out of his hands and rolled to the scared girl.
"Ahh!" Davis fired three more rounds into the body of the man, but the man still held a grip on him. He body was cold and wet, almost as if he was dead. Everything was a blur at this point, wrestling with the man in the pitch black darkness. He was fighting a man and trying to fight the pain of the bullets that pelted his vest earlier.
Davis felt the man shift weight and Davis was on his back with the man in a mounting position. Not a good spot for any man to be.
Suddenly, light poured into the room, lighting the man that was on top of Davis up. Davis saw the horrid face of the man once more and took aim at his head.
"Freeze!" Davis called out once more, almost knowing that the man would stop at the sight of the gun. But his theory was shot when the man leaned toward him with a sick moan and saliva dripping onto Davis's face.
BAM!
The man's head snapped up and back down. His body fell on top of Davis's limply. Hands pulled the body off of Davis and to the ground next to him.
Davis wiped his face in disgust and looked over at the blinding lights.
"Davis? Are you ok?" A familiar voice called out.
Davis reached over and grabbed his flash light, aiming it at the people. It was Lt. Jena Gale, Lt. Mike Bash and Lt. Joey Norman. His back up that he called for before he stepped in.
"Yeah..." Davis said as he stood up and brushed himself off.
"What the hell happened here Davis?" Gale asked as her light shined on the now dead perp.
"I took the call on shots fired here and found this girl," Davis shined the light on her. "Well, she shot me about four times on accident. She must have thought I was going to attack her."
"Shit are you ok?" Gale asked in worry.
"I have my vest on, so don't worry." Davis said. "I tried to see what happened from her, but I was attacked by this guy." Aiming his light on the body.
"Holy shit Davis. Are you sure he was trying to kill you or was it the other way around?" Bash said as he inspected the body.
"He was like that when he attacked me."
"No way he could have been like this when he attacked you." Bash said as he looked at the body. "Half of this man's face is ripped off and his stomach is torn open...with some organs missing."
"Wait, you can't say that I killed the guy in that gruesome of a manner!" Davis said defending himself.
"Well Davis did say freeze when we put light on them." Norman explained. "And the perp had a good grasp on Davis's shirt there. And made a sound that clearly shows that he was alive."
"You can't be alive after half of your small intestine is missing with a portion of your stomach and liver." Bash said.
"Maybe he was going off of pure adrenaline?" Gale replied.
"You'd be in shock if your face was ripped off with half of your inner organs missing and soon after that probably die." Bash said as he stood.
"Look! Call for CSI and the coroner. Get some police tape up here and I'll take the girl to the station for questioning." Davis said. "I'm pissed that I still have to do paper work and write up a fucking report on this weird shit."
Davis walked over to the girl and helped her to her feet, confiscating the weapon she held as well. She held him close and walked with him out of the room. They made it back outside, which Davis was thankful for. The light made him relax some. The incident in the house seemed like forever.
Davis opened the passenger side door and let the girl into the squad car. The teens from earlier disappeared without a trace. Davis got in the driver side and turned the car on. He looked at the clock on the radio.
"Seven o'clock. I get shot and attacked and still have to work until six tonight." He said as he shifted the car into drive and pulled off.
He looked over at the girl. She sat in the seat with her knees to her chin and arms wrapped around them. Tears still streamed down her pale face.
The visual of the man's face was still stuck in his head. One of the sickest things he saw since the scene he was called to two days ago at the edge of the Arklay forest. This town was going to hell slowly ever since the S.T.A.R.S. came back screaming their heads off about zombies and Umbrella being behind biological weapons.
Bullshit
xxxx
Jason ollied over the side walk up to the cement path leading to the front doors. Teenagers were outside hanging out or doing last minute homework. Jason could see the types of groups we would be dealing with. Jocks, punks, nerds, wanna-be gangstas and the real hood kids.
Looks were shot his way as he skated up to the stairs and hopped off his board, kicking the backend up and catching it. He took two steps up and was blocked by a boy. The boy was taller than him even if you take away the two step difference. The boy was wearing a black and blue leather letterman jacket. Three more boys stepped up behind him with matching jackets, except these guys were bigger.
"Lovely, my welcoming party has arrived to 'introduce' me into the system of Raccoon City." Jason said as he looked at the football players. "A goon squad of dumb ass; 2.0 offensive linemen, that can only be led the right way on and off the field by none other than the popular, egotistical, prep quarterback."
The quarterback laughed as he looked at Jason. "We've got a funny one here!" His laugh died down and his tone went into a semi-serious one. "What's your name new kid?"
"Well is sure the hell isn't new kid." He said looking at the QB. "Jason Lex, and what might your name be, 'oh great field general of the Raccoon City High school Raccoons'?"
The QB smiled a fake friendly smile. "Joey Miles, first string quarterback." He said with pride as he peered into the brown eyes of Jason.
"Ahh, I guess you moved up in the world," Jason said with a smile. "Seeing that the other first string quarterback was chewed up with the tight end and three other cheerleaders at the edge of the woods?"
Jason felt a kick hit his stomach from the sudden movement of Joey. He fell back into a roll, hitting the ground and rolling to one knee. His skateboard lay wheels up next to him as he looked up at the raging quarterback.
"Gary Richards was our best running back with Gene Motom our wide receiver! Gary was with his girlfriend and her freshmen sister and Gene was with his girl!" Joey yelled, catching the attention of everyone outside.
Jason stood to his feet. "And if they hung around you I guess they deserved what they got." Jason sneered. "Too bad you weren't with them. Maybe you could have formulated a plan or 'play' to evade the cannibalistic freaks."
Joey ran his hand through his blonde slick backed hair and jumped to the level ground that Jason was standing on. He took off his jacket, showing the athletic department shirt that he had on. It was a tight shirt on the muscled body of Joey. He put up his fists, squaring off with Jason.
"Ooo...a fight on my first day here. Now this will be an entrance that you'll never forget." Jason said with a grin as he put up his fists.
STOP RIGHT THERE!!
Jason looked over at the dressed man speed walking up to the scene. Jason looked at Joey, who was picking up his letterman jacket.
Joey pointed at Jason with a look at hate in his eye. "You're a dead man Lex..." He seethed before he walked away.
The dressed man stepped up in front of Jason. He was a balding man around his early fifties. His stomach hung over his belt, showing that his dress coat couldn't be buttoned up. He looked at Jason as if Jason committed a felony.
"What do you think you were doing young man?!" The man yelled.
"I was about to kick some ass and take some names," Jason fixed his shirt. "Pick up some dames by spittin' my game. Well until you came along, Mr...?"
"Principal Myers and you must be Jason Lex. The new boy that I've heard so much about from Principal Sanchech in Detroit."
Jason rolled his eyes at the name of his former arch nemesis. "He likes to blow things out of proportion. I had a cut of herb on me when they caught me, not a pound."
"I want you in my office this instant. I will be in there shortly." Myers said sternly.
"Great, I'll be there. Guessing the names of your kids in the pictures around the room." Jason said as he started walking. He stopped and turned. "Oh, do you want me to get you some coffee while I'm headed that way because you look kinda..."
"MY OFFICE NOW LEX!" Myers yelled, losing his patients with Jason.
Jason turned with a shoulder shrug. "Alright alright!" He said as he picked up his board and walked up the stairs, making his way into the doors of the high school. Students filled the halls of the school. Different races and types of people all going their own way. He could see Joey with a pretty attractive girl at his locker.
Joey looked past the girl and met eyes with Jason. His look of hate could only be seen by Jason, even as the girl continued to talk to him. Joey looked back and continued his conversation.
Dick...
Jason looked to his right and the office was right there. He opened the door and walked into the cool clean room.
A girl walked up to the desk to meet Jason. She looked at Jason's outfit and his appearance. "That's a great band." She said to him.
Jason looked at her. She was pretty cute in his eyes. Her hair was a light brown, that was past her shoulders. She sported a black thin strap shirt that was eye teasing somewhat, considering the cleavage she was showing.
"Yeah, one of my favorites." Jason replied.
"So what can I do for you?" She asked as she picked up a pile of forms.
"Principal jack off sent me to his office and I need to know where that is so he can meet me there."
"Ouch...I'll take you there."
Jason walked around the counter and to the other side. He saw the denim mini skirt that the girl was wearing. Her legs looked silky smooth and she sported a pair of old black chucks.
"I've never seen you here before." The girl said to him, gaining his attention back to her face.
Jason sighed. "Why does everyone say that?"
"Maybe because it's true."
"So how can you tell me from the other people in this school you don't talk to?"
"Because you seem to stand out more and to tell you the truth, you look better than most stoners I see around here."
Jason raised his eyebrow. "And what makes you think I smoke?" He asked.
"Well I just remembered your picture on the transfer file. Your not close to mediocre transcript and record of termination from the football team after a record season for you, and not to mention your little bathroom incident with a pound of Mary."
"Cut of Mary, thank you very much." He corrected. "I see that you've done your homework on me."
"Let's just say I thought you were pretty cute in you mug shot like picture." She said as she walked toward a small hallway. Jason followed right behind.
"Well as you see it's natural for me to be cute."
"Yeah," She said as she looked back at him. "It has to be with your hair in a mess like that." She said with a smile as she turned back around. She stopped at a closed door and turned to him.
"Welcome to the gates of hell, Mr. Myers office." She said, looking at Jason.
"Before I enter his demonic lair, could I know your name?" Jason asked as he leaned on the door.
"Julie Sanders, but all my friends call me Jewels."
"Right, well are you open after school today?" He asked with a smile.
"I have to be here in the office until three thirty, but yeah I'm free. What do you have in mind?" She asked with interest.
Jason pulled out a sandwich bag and let it roll out, showing dried up green buds at the bottom. "Snoochie boochie nuchies?" He said sheepishly.
Julie smiled. "Right on." She looked up over Jason. "Oh! Mr. Myers!"
Jason shoved the baggy into his pocket once more and turned with a smile to the principal. "Hey Mr. Myers, I just made a new friend here."
"Lex, in my office now." Myers ordered as he looked to Julie. "And Julie, could you fetch me a cup of coffee please? Thank you."
"I could have done that." Jason said before to opened the door.
"Lex..." Myers warned.
"Ok ok..." Jason opened the door to the small office. He saw awards on the wall with pictures of family.
"Sure thing Mr. Myers!" Julie said in a cherry manner. "Bye Jason..." She said with a wink and a wave.
Jason smiled as he took a seat and waved back. The goodbye was ended with Myers closing the door. Jason watched Myers as he walked around his desk and took a seat.
"Mr. Lex, you need to understand that here at Raccoon City High, we do not tolerate violence among students." He said searching around for his cigarettes.
Jason reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of Newports and opened the top, holding the exposed cigarettes our to Myers. "I guess that really applies when it's violence with the jocks."
Myers looked at him and the cigarettes, then back at Jason.
"Take one." Jason said in a cool manner.
Myers reached out and slid on of the cigarettes out of the pack, placing it in his mouth. Jason put the pack away and pulled out his zippo lighter. He flicked the top off by sliding it across his pants and reversed the motion to strike the flame, holding it up to the cigarette in Myers mouth.
Myers puffed the cigarette to life and took it out, blowing out the smoke. He reached over and opened the window to let the smoke out. "Thank you."
"No problem Mr. Myers." Jason replied as he snapped the lighter forward and back to close the top.
"Now Jason, I see that you are a laid back boy with a quick mind and even quicker tongue. I'll over look the incident outside as a incident of misunderstanding. I try to be a easy going principal and let the students have freedom." He said with another hit of the cigarette. "I'll let you smoke your cigarettes out in the back of the cafeteria during lunch and let you listen to your headphones in school, but don't push the envelop Lex. I warn you now that I will come down so hard that you will think the hand of god himself has crushed you." He took another hit.
"Are we clear, Mr. Lex?" He breathed out with smoke.
"Crystal." Jason replied.
The door opened and Julie walked in with the coffee and sat it on the desk. "Here's your coffee, just how you like it Mr. Myers."
"Thank you Julie. Now will you take Mr. Lex here and sign him a hall pass to class?" Myers asked as he took a sip of his hot coffee.
"Sure!" She said as she looked to Jason.
Jason stood up.
"I'll be seeing you around Mr. Lex." Myers said as he took another hit.
"You are the second person with authority that has said that to me today."
"Well who was the first?"
"A cop." Jason said with a smile as he walked out with Julie, closing the door behind him.
"How was it?" She asked, leading him back into the main office.
"I could sweet talk to into letting me into heaven if it came down to it." Jason said with a chuckle.
Julie laughed as she walked back up to the desk and signed a hall pass for him. She turned and handed him the blue piece of paper.
Jason took it and looked at her. "I'll be on the stairs at three thirty, so just come out."
"Alright." She said with a smile.
Jason walked out of the main office doors and looked down the now empty hall way. "Ahh...class." He said as he dropped his board and jumped on, gliding down the hall toward his class.
xxxx
"Wait, wait," Davis looked at the scared girl once more. "That was your boyfriend that attacked me?" He asked as the pen stopped in mid sentence.
"Yes!" She cried out. "Mike Hail is his name. We were just hanging out and smoking a little pot."
"Something you shouldn't have been doing in the first place, but were there any other drugs involved? PCP, cocaine, meth?"
"No, I wasn't tripping or anything!" She cried out. "I swear it was just pot! We went in to smoke and some man attacked him! Mike's gun fell out of his pants and I took it and ran! The man tried to attack me so I shot him..."
Davis got done writing the details. "Alright, since this involves drugs and you are the only living suspect at the moment, your are by law to have a urine sample taken."
"Why? It's just some pot! I'm telling you! Why can't you believe me?!"
"Because if we believed everything that everyone said, a lot of people that are in jail, wouldn't be. They would be out doing the crimes that they should have gone down for in the first place." Davis said with a sigh.
Another officer walked over. Davis looked at him and saw that it was Captain Jeff Gellar.
"Your morgue buddy Jim wants to see you Davis." Gellar said as he took a bite of a donut.
"Alright, and Gellar," Davis said as he got his paperwork organized. "Take Maria here to the lab for a urine sample and get the results forwarded to my desk."
"It was just pot!" Maria yelled.
"Go..." Davis said with a stern tone in his voice.
Gellar lead Maria away from Davis's desk. Davis stood up and made his way past a bunch of desks, where police worked on filing reports and records. He opened a door to the blue lit stairwell. It led to a long dark blue lit hall with a door at the far end.
Jim's Lair.
Davis walked up to the door and opened it to a blue lit room. "You know Jimmy, I'm never going to get used to this blue light shit you got going here."
Jimmy looked over to him with a smile. "Would you rather it be a crimson red?"
Davis thought about it and shivered. "No...I don't like being around dead people all day long anyway."
Jimmy looked at him with his one good eye. His face has a vertical scar down his right eye from a car accident when he was younger. Jimmy looked back at the body that he was observing.
Davis walked up. "What did you call me down here for anyway?"
"Does this guy look familiar?" Jim said.
Davis looked and saw the face. It was the girls boyfriend and that face wouldn't leave is mind. Now he has to look at it once more. "Geesh...God please." Davis looked away. "Yeah...we met earlier."
Jim smiled and turned to Davis as Davis looked at him. "I read the report of the situation. You say that this man laying here attacked you and you dispatched him with a single 9mm bullet to the head, after multiple shots to the stomach?"
"Sounds about right. Why?"
"Well come with me." Jim turned and led Davis to another table. Jim pulled the sheet off of the body and the smell hit Davis, making him gag.
"Geez!" Davis coughed. "And this man is?"
"Troy Vargo, a man who was on prole. Went missing about three weeks ago. This was the body you found on the scene."
"Ok...So he attacked the girl and her boyfriend." Davis followed up.
"That is where we run into a problem you see," Jim said looking at the body. "I opened up the stomach in the body and saw how you couldn't have done that much damage to the other body." He pointed to the other body. "In Troy's stomach I found skin and organs. DNA matching the girls boyfriend's body."
"He ate him?" Davis asked, surprised.
"Yes, but that isn't the problem here. No...it's how was it possible for Troy to eat? How was it possible for him to move?" Jim pointed on the body. "The skin shows that the body as been decomposing. I found a mass of maggots in the chest cavity that are in the late stages of being a larva."
"Meaning?"
Jim looked at Davis. "Troy has been dead for two weeks now. The signs are there, but he somehow can move and attack. He can eat, but it doesn't make sense."
"Well will he be joining us for dinner anytime soon?"
Jim looked back at the body. "No, he's non responsive. I guessing that it was the gunshot to the head that stopped him, as it did with your friend over there."
"Wait, you're saying that, that boy over there was like Troy as well?"
"Possible. If he could attack you with half of his face eaten off and most of his digestive track missing, I would have to say, yes. Plus the gunshot wounds to the stomach didn't stop him, in which I'm guessing that the gunshot wounds to Troy here didn't stop him either. But a bullet to the cranial area will kill them."
"What could cause this? Some type of hyper active drug?"
"Right now I'm basing everything off of a loose theory here." Jim covered the body back up. "Some type of chemical or drug, has to enter the body. Weather it'd be through the air, solid form or liquid. Kill the person, but leave the basic motor functions running." Jim shook his head. "But without blood flow to carry oxygen to the brain, it will die and stop all functions of the body." Jim looked at Davis once more. "Something keeps the basic functions running in the brain. Something must effect the brainstem for it to allow signals to travel to the body."
"Ok Jim...this shit is freaking me out. Alright."
"Sorry Davis. Look, all that I'm saying is that we might have something on our hands that could save lives if used properly. All we need to do is find the cause and I'll be down here twenty-four seven if need be to find it."
"Well I have a shit load of paper work to handle. So when you find the fountain of youth in two dead people and get rich? Remember me, but for now I am off."
"Alright, I'll call you if I find anything interesting."
Davis nodded and made his way out of the room. He walked back up to the office and to his desk. Gellar returned with a sheet of paper.
"Homicide took her for questioning. Here's the results of the sample." He said handing Davis the paper.
Davis took it and looked. He placed it down on his desk and sat in his chair. "They only found marijuana in her system." Davis looked up at Gellar. "Do you think zombies are real?"
Gellar laughed. "Hell no! What kind of question is that Davis? You been talkin' to Valentine again?"
"No...I was just wondering. It's bullshit what they said anyway. It was the herbs in that forest and we know it."
"Yeah, that shit grows wild out there." Gellar looked at his watch. "Shit, I better go. I have patrol duty."
"I'll catch you later man." Davis said as Gellar walked off. "Back to some paperwork." He said turning to the stack of papers.
xxxx
The final bell rang at two twenty seven. Every grabbed their books and rushed out the doors. Jason stepped out and jumped on his skateboard, following the crowd.
Plomp!
A book was dropped in front of his skateboard and Jason couldn't react fast enough. The front wheels hit, leaving Jason to fall on his face.
The hallway erupted in laughter at the sight as Jason rose to his feet. He looked at the boy that picked up his skateboard. It was Joey, his girl and his linemen.
Joey tossed the deck to Jason and he caught it.
"I like that trick of yours there Lex. Backside fakie face plant!" He laughed out as everyone joined the laughter.
"Wow Joey, you must really like me or something?" Jason said, cutting off the laughs and gaining Joey's attention. "I mean you flirt with me more than you do with that chick there. Who's your center?"
Joey thumbed out the biggest guy behind him. "Big Tommy here."
The 6'6, three hundred pound center stepped up with a grin on his face.
"Oh so that's what you call your fuck buddy?" Jason said smartly, watching the face of Tommy turn into a serious one. "So tell me," He said to Tommy. "Do you like it when Joey comes up behind you when you bend over? I bet he fiddles with your balls before calling hut."
"Why you...!" Tommy stepped forward, but Joey's arm stopped him.
"Whoa, hold on there Tommy." Joey said with a smile. "Don't get so hyped up over this punk and kill him. I need an all American center for Friday nights game against Vincent."
Tommy calmed down and stepped back. Jason smiled and blew a kiss at him.
"Catch you fags later." Jason said as he dropped his board and skated off. He made his way outside of the school and had time to burn. He lit up a cigarette and made his way down the stairs to the walkway, jumping on his board and gliding down the path to the street. He headed toward the Raccoon City Mall.
It was a ten minute board ride to the parking lot area of the Mall. Near some stairs he saw other teens with decks, clearing a small set of stairs with a rail going down the middle. Jason smiled and pushed of to gain speed toward the stairs.
The teens looked over at him and saw he was about to jump. One of them with a camera shot Jason's way.
Jason ollied jump into the air with a backside spin, grinding the tail of his board on the rail and completing the turn before he landed perfectly.
"Whoa..." One of the boys said.
Jason came back around and stopped, looking at the punk skaters. "Don't try that at home." He said with a smile.
A boy with spiky hair stood up. "And who might you be?" He asked looking down at Jason from the top of the stairs.
"The name is Jason Lex and yes I am new in town." He said to get the formalities over with. "And you all?" He looked at the group.
The boy with the spiky hair spoke up. "I'm Ronnie," He said as to pointed to the boy with the camera. "That's Kid," He pointed to a boy with dyed green hair and a black goatee. "That's Mitch," Then pointed to the girl sitting on the grass next to the stairs. "And that's Meghan."
Jason chuckled. "And what are you guys? The mall rats?"
"Actually we are." Kid said as he turned off the camera and looked at Jason.
"So I'm guessing the reason you are all mall rats is because you live near the mall?" Jason asked.
They nodded.
"Well, since you are the 'gate keepers' of the 'holy' mall," Jason said. "Is there anything in there that is interesting to do?"
They shook their heads.
"We're looking for bud right now to tell you the truth." Meghan said. "We're bored as shit and got nothing else better to do."
"Well you all are in luck today!" Jason said as he pulled out his baggy. "How much you need?"
"Word!" Mitch said as he jumped down the stairs and looked at it. "We have twenty five bucks." Mitch pulled out a ten dollar bill.
Everyone else pulled out fives and handed it to Mitch.
Jason broke off a nice size bud and gave it to them, taking the money and placing it in his pocket with the bud. "Nice doing business with you mall rats." Jason said as he skated off.
xxxx
Julie looked at the clock. It read three twenty eight, so she filed the last of the files in the filing cabinet and grabbed her book bag. "I'll see you tomorrow Mrs. Philips!" She called out to the secretary.
"Have a good day Julie!" She replied.
Julie walked out of the office and outside to find Jason on the stairs, smoking a cigarette.
"Hey!" She called out, getting Jason's attention.
"Hey!" He replied with a smile. He stood up and walked up to her, taking her book bag. "Let me take that for you."
"Thanks. I was getting really tired with filing stuff."
Jason looked at her. "Why do you do that work?"
"I get paid every Friday. Hundred bucks a week."
"Damn! I want to be a secretary now." Jason said as he led her down the stairs.
Julie laughed. "It's not easy." She replied as she stepped ahead of Jason, turning down a side walkway.
Jason looked at her and followed. "Where are we going?"
"Student parking lot." She answered looking back at him. "I have a car you know."
"Oh..."
They made it to the near empty parking lot and walked up to a Honda Civic. Julie pulled out her keys and unlocked the door, seating in the seat. She leaned over and unlocked the passenger door for Jason. He opened it and got in, placing the book bag and his board in the back.
The car revved to life and Julie pulled off to the streets of Raccoon City.
"Can we light in the car?" Jason asked.
"Oh yeah. Got anything to roll with?" She asked.
"Shit, I should have stopped at a gas station." Jason said as he pulled out the baggy.
Julie grabbed her purse and pulled out a strawberry mini phillie, tossing it on Jason's lap. Jason looked over at her amazed.
"Looks like you don't cover all your bases." Julie said with a smile.
"Girls need to be more like you." Jason replied as he took the plastic off the blunt and began to crack it.
Julie turned on the radio to Last Man Standings Nightmare Murder. Jason looked up at the radio with a smile.
"Sweet! This song is fucking epic." Jason said as he rolled down the window, dumping the blunt guts out. He broke the herb down and started to roll.
Julie stopped at a stop light and looked over at the opposing traffic lane and saw a cop.
"Pigs..." She warned.
Jason looked up as he licked the blunt shut. "Doesn't matter, I'm done."
Julie looked over and grinned.
"Sweet shit, now light it up." She said, tossing a lighter on his lap. He picked up the black lighter and proceeded to light the end and puff it alive. The smoke burned his lungs, but knew all too well of the process. Jason coughed out the smoke as the light turned green and Julie pulled past the cop.
"That smells good..." She said, rolling down her window some. The sun shined right down into the car as she drove through the market area.
Jason took another big hit and sat back as he held it in, passing it over to Julie. "Try that..." He blew out the smoke. "That is Motor City freshness..."
Julie took a hit and coughed almost immeditly. She took a deep breath and another hit, the second one going down smoother.
Jason looked out the window at the people and shops. The town was cleaner than Detroit's dirty looking streets that he loved so much. Dinge and dull was Jason's thing and something he'll always love.
"So, how long have you lived in Raccoon?" Jason asked as he turned to Julie, who took another hit.
"All my life." She breathed out. "It's cool when you know people and where the parties are." She said as she passed the blunt back to Jason.
Jason took it and hit it. "Don't the cops hassle you guys about that shit?" He breathed out.
"Not really. As long as we aren't out causing destruction and hell in the streets, we're fine." Julie made a right turn. "We used to party in the Arklay woods, but ever since those murders up there happened. No one dares to step in there."
Jason took another hit and breathed out. "So what about those jocks that got torn up with their girlfriends?"
"I didn't care fore any of those bastards. To tell you the truth, I think they had it coming." Julie looked over as Jason passed her the blunt.
"I'm glad that I'm not the only one that thinks that."
Julie took a hit and blew the smoke out. "Kelly Mcwhitterson was a snotty rich bitch anyway. I hope those cannibals ate her face and fake tits off." She took another hit.
"Wow..." Jason said with a smile as he looked at her. "Kinda harsh don't you think?" He took the blunt when she passed it and took a hit.
"Yeah, but she started rumors about me that I had STDs and that I gave coach Winterson head."
Jason coughed once more, feeling the effects starting to take him. He looked over at Julie and her image was beautiful. The sun made her skin shine and her eyes light up. He could see that she was feeling the same way from her eyes being low.
"That's fucked up. Yeah," Jason said as he sat back in his seat and looked out the window. "That bitch got what she had coming."
"You know what Jason?"
"What?"
"I'm really high right now." She said with a chuckle. Jason's laugh came fight after.
"Ahh..." Jason took another hit and blew it out. "You hungry?"
"I'm broke." Julie said with disappointment.
"I got twenty five bucks. Let's goto Wendy's." Jason said as he passed the now quarter blunt.
Julie took it and hit it, coughing right after. "Done! Munches here we come!" She made a left turn at a light. "I'm soooo high." She said, giggling.
"Just put that out, I'm done...Shit..." Jason said as he slouched in his seat.
Julie took another hit and put it out in the ash tray. "Thanks for the smoke up and food Jason. You're a doll."
"I know, just don't call me Barbie."
They both busted out laughing as Julie pulled into the drive-thru and up to the order area. She looked at Jason.
"What do you want?"
"Number seven large."
"Wow...that's what I get!" She said with amazement. "No tomato?"
"Wow...this is weird..." Jason said in a exaggerated manner.
"Oh my god!!!" Julie yelled as she laughed.
"May I take your order please?"
Julie turned to the speaker. "Yes, can I have two number sevens?"
"And what would you like to drink with that?"
Julie turned to Jason. "...Root beer?"
"I love you."
They both busted out laughing again. Julie turned to the speaker, still laughing some.
"Two large root beers please."
"Your total is thirteen ninety-seven, pull up to the first window please."
Julie looked back at the glazed eyes of Jason with a cheeky smile, before she pulled around to the window. Jason smiled back as he pulled out a ten and five.
"Here," Jason said, handing Julie the money. "Fifteen bucks."
She took it and the window opened up.
"Thirteen ninety-seven please." The worker said.
Julie handed her the money and took the change. She pulled up to the next window and grabbed the bag of food, handing it to Jason. Jason took it and looked in. Julie took the drinks and placed them in the cup holders, pulling off into a parking spot.
"Gee...I wonder which one is yours?" Jason said with a cheeky chuckle.
"It doesn't matter you ass." Julie chuckled. She reached over and grabbed her sandwich and fry, kissing Jason on the cheek. "Thanks."
Jason was surprised at the action and looked at her. "No problem." He looked into the back and began to eat his fries.
xxxx
Davis finally got done with the final report and put the pen down. "Thank god! I'm done..." He looked at his watch. It read quarter til six. "And I'm out of this hell." Davis said as he stood up. He was wearing his white beater now, sending his uniform shirt to be replaced.
"Baker!" He called out.
A light skinned cop looked at him. "Yo!"
"I'm headed to J's. I'll see you there in an hour."
"Right!" Baker waved.
Davis walked out of the east wing office area and through the front doors. He made his way through the courtyard and to his car. The 1992 Honda Domani was parked on the next to the sidewalk. Davis got into the old beat up car and started it up. It took some turned to start, but eventually picked up and came to life.
"Thank you..." Davis said to the old car as he pulled off and down the road toward J's bar.
All day his mind pondered about the fact that a dead person could move. He shivered thinking about wrestling with it in the pitch black darkness of that old house.
Drugs.
He wouldn't believe that someone dead could come back alive and attack you. To him, it had to be some sort of drug that could let someone take vast amounts of pain. You can stop any psycho on drugs with a bullet to their head.
But what if...?
Most of the S.T.A.R.S. died in the Arklay mountains and more murders pop up when anyone dumb enough travels around those woods and they are getting closer to the city as we speak. Some of these murders are connected to ones in the city...
Something is happening.
xxxx
Julie pulled up to Jason's house, throwing out the now small roach of blunt left. She looked at the house.
"Wow...you live in the nicer area." She said as she looked around.
"Yeah, but I don't really like it that much." Jason said as he looked to Julie. "You wanna come in?"
She looked at him. "Sure!" She turned the car off and stepped out with Jason, following him up to the front door. Jason opened the door to the smell of popcorn. He looked over and his sister was on the couch eating popcorn and watching a movie.
Lisa looked over at him as Julie stepped in behind Jason. "Hey."
"Hey." Jason replied as he walked upstairs.
"Hi." Julie said with a wave, following Jason.
"Hi." Lisa said back with a smile, before turning her attention back to the movie.
Jason made it to the top of the stairs and turned right and walked into his room. Julie walked in and looked around in amazement.
"Sorry for the mess...I have to clean up." Jason said as he kicked some clothes to the side.
"Wow...you like all the bands that I like." She said, looking at the posters. Julie closed the door behind her and looked at Jason, who was fixing another falling poster. She walked up to him as he turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"What...?"
Jason's words were cut off by a kiss. He was shocked as she pushed him onto the bed and got on top of him. She pulled away and looked at him.
"What are you doing?" He asked, shocked still by what happened.
"Making out with you, in which most likely will lead to premarital sex." She explained.
"Oh...ok." Jason said as he pulled her in close and kissed her.
xxxx
Downstairs Lisa watched her movie and ate pieces of popcorn.
Thump thump
Lisa looked up at the ceiling, seeing that Jason's room is right over the living room.
"What the hell?"
Oh...oh god...yes...
"...Oh no he isn't..." She said, shocked somewhat. She put her hand over her mouth to cover her laughing as she listened to the moans. She looked back at her movie.
"Wow..."
Fifteen minutes passed by and Lisa heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She looked over to see Julie in a oversized white shirt, that was like a skirt on her.
Julie made her way to the kitchen, opening the fridge door and pulling out the gallon of 2 milk. She grabbed a clean glass and poured herself a glass of milk. She put the milk back and headed into the living room, sitting next to Lisa with her knees up to her chest and feet on the couch. Lisa and Julie looked at each other.
"Hi, I'm Julie." She said.
"Lisa, nice to meet you Julie." She said with a smile, turning back to her movie.
"You're Jason's sister?"
"Sadly...yes, I am." Lisa said as she turned to Julie. "So how was he?"
Julie smiled big and leaned back into the couch. "Very good..."
"Yuck," Lisa said at the thought of her bother doing anything of that nature.
Julie looked at her. "He's a sweet guy!"
"At times, but it's his smart mouth that gets him in trouble."
"And at times, out of it." Julie added. "That's what I love about him."
"Well you meet him for the first time today and you already fucked him...Kinda fast? Don't you think?"
"Yeah, but when you know that he's the one for you...You can't control yourself. You want to feel them in every way possible."
"Alright...stop. Don't go into details, I might puke in this popcorn bowl." Lisa said with a chuckle. "Truthfully I'm glad that he's got someone already. Maybe he'll calm down some with a girl by his side."
"Maybe..." Julie said as she looked at the movie.
xxxx
Upstairs Jason slipped on some baggy black sweat pants. He opened the drawer on his nightstand to a black Colt .45. He slid the clip out and checked it, slamming it back in. His father gave it to him as a present on his eighteenth birthday. He told him that "You are a real man now. This gun is to protect you and those around you. Use it wisely." Jason's mother wasn't too pleased, but knew that Jason wasn't stupid.
I'm amazed that they don't think I'll use it on someone if I got roughed up.
But then again he was eighteen now. A legal adult that had to follow the law. His parents can't control him anymore and they know it. So they let him know, by giving him the most dangerous weapon you could give a young teen.
To see what I would do with it.
Jason looked up as Julie walked into his room and up to him. She looked down at the firearm and up at Jason.
"Is that real?" She asked, surprised that he might have a real loaded gun.
Jason pulled it up and slid the clip out once more, showing her the golden bronze hollow tipped bullets.
"Oh my god..." She said.
He slammed the clip back into the handgun once more and put it back in the drawer, closing it. He looked at her. "Don't worry, I only would use it in an emergency." He looked down. "My father gave it to me as a sign of being a man. To do what I want with this gun, but what I do is my resposibility and mine alone."
He felt a smooth hand on his face as he looked up to Julie's hazel eyes.
"Would you protect me with that gun?" She said as she looked into his eyes.
"I would protect you with my life." He said as he kissed her.
The clock slowly ticks away, unknowing to anyone what lurks in city. Evil that is smaller than a grain of sand...that is slowly spreading...