This is one of the first chapters that I began writing a long time ago, but never thought to upload on this site. Of course, This program doesn't format it the way that I want it to (which is the way I was taught how to format it) SO, i'm sorry, you have to Suffer with this, but please tell me what you think.

Embracing the sawed-off shotgun, Phasma sighed as she leaned up against the cold, cement wall. Pushing the hair out of her face, she wished she had worn cargo pants instead if a mini-skirt, but she was only suppose to be assassinating someone, so looks didn't matter. She had never expected to run into so many problems, but then again, her enemy was extremely smart.
"The girl went this way!" as they ran by, Phasma grabbed the barrel of the shotgun and heaved the butt against his legs, watching him make his followers topple over and their handguns spilled out of their hands.
"You moron!"
"You guys make my job too easy." Phasma cut their throats and ran out of the building, running into the woods that concealed the mansion. It had been twelve hours since she woke up in the cold, damp cell. Conrad had made the mistake of turning his back to her, allowing her escape and a weapon. She had come to the south complex in search of Pollux Kennedy when she was captured. Pollux watched the girl kill dozens of security guards to get to the main building, where she would end up fighting a whole different species of human.
"Dear Rayvn, I know exactly what's going through your mind. You're here to kill me because of bad blood. It seems that you are not the only one." Pollux said out-loud to himself, noticing that there was one more person on another monitor.

Thinking back on it, she realized that she would have been better off dead. She ended up at another lab, owned by the same bastard she was here to kill.
Going through that building was a waste of time, Phasma thought, shutting the heavy metal door behind her. Pollux hadn't been in the other building and she ended up in another lab owned by him. No matter how mad she was, she dished out her anger on the crazed employees who were walking around. Some freak accident had happened, which cut out all of the communication devices.
"This shit always happens," she snapped placing her feet on the control panel as she watched the security cameras. Someone was bound to come along eventually that wouldn't run at her and try eating her. "Damn, it looks like a bomb hit this place." she looked at her boots, the black leather caked with mud. Checking her ammo, she noticed she had a surplus, considering she just had a shooting spree. Movement on the lower right hand corner caught her eye; a handsome man, maybe in his twenties, stood in the center of the screen, holding a nine-millimeter in his hand, but he did not come off as a threat to Phasma. Looking at the scenery, she guessed he was in the right wing, where her room was. She took the combat knife off of her necklace and stuffed it down her boot. She cocked the hammer back on her gun and headed out to meet her guest. Usually, when she met someone they never got to mention her to any of their friends. Maybe if this kid was lucky, she would spare him.
Yeah right. She smiled to herself, as she headed out to meet the man.

I thought I was finished with this shit years ago, Coen thought, passing over the bullet hole riddled corpses that filled the hall way. Either someone had just been here or the employees thought it would be a good idea to have a massive suicide. Frankly, he didn't give a shit what had happened to these people, they deserved what they got for being so stupid. He was sure he heard a door open and he looked straight ahead to see a gorgeous woman step out from behind the door.
"Who are you?"
"Well, don't you get straight to the point?" Coen scoffed. He had dealt with her type in the past, the bossy I-am-better-than-you type. " Do you work here?"
"Do I look like I would work here?" she scoffed this time.
"Then what are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for a way off of this backwater island. I'm here by accident and I've been trying to get out of here for quite some time," she had black hair that she kept up in a neat bun, as well as blue eyes that were as piercing as her tone of voice. She had rose red lips, milky white skin, and was shaped like an hour glass. The thing that was confusing Coen was the fact that she was dressed like a school girl, so that either made her an undercover agent or a really brave escort. "You never answered me."
"My name is Scott, officer Coen Scott. You?"
"People call me Phasma."
Definitely an escort.
"That's a strange name."
"So is Coen." she snapped.
"What were they thinking when they sent a female agent into a place like this?"
"I guess you could call me that."
"You are an agent, right?"
"I'm here for my own reasons, that's all you need to know," Coen was handsome all right. He had dirty blond hair that was just long enough to cover his gray eyes. He was tall, really skinny, but his muscles made up for his lack of fat. He had a Celtic cross on his left bicep which made Phasma think that he was either Irish or really religious. "Why were the cops sent here?"
"To take down Pollux Kennedy." she started laughing at him, she couldn't help it.
"First off, you're heading in the wrong direction and secondly, no cop would be able to take down Pollux by himself. Where's the rest of your crew?" Coen held the millimeter up and she knew that she had hit a nerve.
"You wouldn't know anything about cops. My team was destroyed by those zombies that are running around the complex."
Zombies? Was this cop dropped on his head as a child or what? She looked at him with a puzzled look on her face and held up her own weapon.
"Listen pops, I need to get out of here and right now you are in my way."
"Who are you calling pops, little girl?" he saw her eyebrow twitch. "It's too dangerous for you to go running around by yourself, our best bet is to stay together."
"Thanks," she lowered her weapon. "I'll do fine by myself."
"You're staying with me." when he lowered his weapon, she struck him, making him fall to the ground and she ran toward the lobby.
"I was never a team player, but thanks anyway!" she ran up the lobby staircase and boarded the elevator. She had found a lab card in the surveillance room and according to the map that she had, the card belonged to the only lab that was down in the basement.
It helps to snoop a bit. She smiled and waved at the staggering cop as he made his way to the elevator doors.
"Bi-"

"Bitch," he cursed, pounding his fist against the doors. He couldn't believe that a girl had just taken him down with a single hit and it made him furious. What she had said before about Pollux and her identity confused Coen, but now was not the time to dwell on it. He ran back down the stairs, taking them two at a time to get back to the door that Phasma had come out of. It was a surveillance office and he tapped a few buttons on the control panel before he located Phasma. He saw the mud that was on the control panel and he rolled his eyes.
The damned bitch must have put her filthy boots on it, not noticing that there were papers next to it, Coen thought, picking up the papers.
6-11-06
For the last time Henry, I've made the key pad to the lab accessible without a key card. If Mr. Kennedy finds out, you and I are as good as dead, so keep your mouth shut. The access codes are hidden, so you'll have to find them out or if you're good at riddles: the time for the "ghostly" mischief is two more than the favorite number of our devil. The devil's rightful number, was days before this note. A demon with remorse is half of that number. Together, our devil's favorite number and his remorseful number are added together. You better lose this note in the incinerator.
-Paul.
Don't worry Paul, I'm sure your friend didn't need this note after today, so you only wasted ink, Coen thought, noting that the paper had been written today.
"Let's see, everyone knows that ghost start acting up around three-fifteen in the morning, but Pollux hates anything with the number five in it. Pollux was born at three-thirteen in the morning, and three-fifteen is two more than their devil's favorite time, that makes sense. In other words, Pollux is the devil," Coen murmured. "A full devil number would be six-six-six, so a demon who had done something evil, but feels bad about it would be half of that; three-three-three. All together that would be six-four-six... clever Pollux. I know that code."
Six-hundred and sixty-four, the number of pills he would take in a day, Coen thought. He looked back at the screen and saw the snobby school girl exiting the elevator. He looked at the cameras to scan ahead and he decided that he would help the girl out. Coen hit the intercom switch with a smirk on his face, and talked into the microphone.
"Hey bitch..."

"-you have a group full of mindless friends around the corner." Phasma heard, stopping in her tracks. She saw the camera and flipped it off after contemplating if she should flash him.
"Too much hanging around the boys," she smiled, clutching the dog tags around her neck. She heard the shuffling of the crazed employees, but she didn't care. "Pollux knew how to pick them." Phasma sat on the back of the corpse that was on the ground, probably giving the cop a good out-look on how she acted, but she didn't care. She picked up the magnum that he had had in his hands and the bullets that were in his pockets. The first two employees came around the corner, reeking of death, something that she was used to, and she pulled out her twin guns from the holsters on her legs.
"This should be interesting," Coen said, looking behind him to make sure that the door was still shut. She had whipped out two guns and she was firing nothing less than head shots. More and more came around the corner and he watched them fall and that was when he heard the dry click. "Damn." he stood up, ready to go help her, but he could see that she was still smiling.
"You've got me boys." Phasma smiled, throwing the twin guns in the air and chucking her combat knife at the one approaching zombie's head before taking out two clips, holding them vertically in the air so that they got shoved into the guns' chambers as the guns fell back down.
"She is good," he said, amazed as she cleared out the rest of the zombies. Coen watched as she picked up her knife and wiped it on the researcher's jacket and he was impressed. He never would have guessed it, but she apparently did have the strength to survive. Phasma seemed happy, excited if you would, almost like she enjoyed killing. She looked like she was going to have an orgasm over it, but something that Coen saw on the cameras was sure to bring her to her sense. "Phasma, there is a big, massive, bastard approaching you with what looks like a huge set of claws."
"No problem," she pressed the button on the intercom located on the wall after re-holstering her guns. "Let's see how they like this." she pulled out the shotgun that she had slung across her back and for the first time, she felt the floor vibrating with loud thuds.
How big is this thing?

"That's the girl that wishes to kill you?" the blonde-haired assistant asked.
"Yeah, that's her. The male wants me dead as well, but the girl is a bigger threat. I know everything about that girl, I trained her myself." Pollux closed his eyes as Trisha placed her delicate hands on one of Pollux's broad shoulders. He realized that it had been four years since he had been with a woman, but only three months since he had had one of Trisha's massages.
"You've been sitting here for twelve hours, sir. You should rest."
"I never rest. Plus, until I have that girl back in my possession, I will never rest."
I need to get you back, to keep you out of Umbrella's clutches. Of course, back then I wasn't coming off as very heroic.
"I'm going to make some tea."
"Make sure you make some for yourself, Trisha. You do too much for me."
"It's no problem, Pollux." he heard her leave and he ran one black-nail-polished-hand through his nose length, jet-black hair. Whatever it took, he was going to get her back.

"Get the fuck out of there!" Coen's voice screamed from the intercom. Phasma raced back down the hallway, not wanting to see what was behind the loud thuds. She hit the elevator switch and waited. Coen had left the surveillance room and waited at the elevator doors for Phasma. She turned around and saw an inhumanly creature step around the corner, pausing to turn itself to Phasma. It had on a big coat that covered its face, but Phasma could make out its bald, gray head, and the giant claws it had on the right hand. The bell of the elevator gave her some relief, but not much as the monster moved toward her. She jumped in the elevator and went back to the lobby.
"Damn it! I needed to go over there!" she said and a gun was pointed to her head.
"One wrong move and I'll pull the trigger. Give me the guns, all of them."
"Fuck you, cop," she spat. "Did you see that fucking thing? I need something to fight with and I don't think it's a smart idea to stand here."
"I know how good you are, I've seen you. Rayvn, hand me the guns." she looked at him and flashed him a dangerous smile.
"So, you know who I am?"
"You're a hit woman."
"Who is on your side to get Pollux," the elevator went back down, but they didn't move. "I really think we should move."
"You don't have a conscience, do you? I saw the look you had on your face as you killed those people, acting like you were superior."
"I am superior, I'm alive and so are you." the elevator was heading back up and Coen still had his gun to Phasma's head as she backed away from the elevator.
"I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"You are so foolish," she shook her head and her eyes opened wide as the big thing from below was now standing in front of them. "Coen..."
"Shit!" the monster swung at Phasma, who back flipped over the railing, landing on the lobby floor. Coen was almost sent sprawling down the grand staircase and onto the lobby floor as well.
"Bye Coen!" she laughed, running down the left hand wing. Coen had no choice, he had to fight it.

The creature was twenty times his size, and was pretty fast, considering that size. He swung again and this time, Coen rolled down the stairs, all thirty of them. The monster seemed to let out an amused laugh as it walked down the stairs after him.
"Eat shit and die." Coen stood up and threw a grenade he had been lugging around. Coen ran away from the stairs, diving behind a pillar as the grenade went off. The monster was gone, whether it had been blown up or it had managed to get away, he wasn't sure, but he had to find Rayvn.
Phasma felt the explosion and chuckled.
"Whoa, that cop sure knows how to throw a party," Phasma shot a zombie in rage. "That bastard..." that cop- Coen whatever- had called her by her real name. No one got to say her name and live. "Rayvn" was the life she left behind, the good life. A twenty-one-year-old rich girl with the degrees in all sorts of science, math, and medical research. She was the girl that every guy wanted on their arm because she was good company and beautiful to boot. She was...
"Is no more," Phasma snapped, remembering her "past" life. "She's the one who allowed people to step all over her, but no more. That trench coat guy took him to hell along with him, no doubt. He's no longer an issue for me." Phasma wiped the tears off of her face and hid in the shadows as she heard approaching footsteps, hurried footsteps.
"Phasma, where are you?" she watched the cop run past and smiled. "It's dangerous to be split up, we need to stick together! I'm sorry!" her eyes widened and Coen let out a sigh.

END OF FIRST CHAPTER