'Ello there, peeps! It's me, Destiney. Yeah, yeah...I have been neglecting my Naruto and Resident Evil stories, but I just can't help it. Left 4 Dead is my forte now! Well...its been my forte since November 2008, lol. BUT ANYWAYS! This was inspired out of nowhere.
Gawd, I love NickxEllis! The sheer cuteness of it...ooooooh...Just wanted to share that.
Random: I was playing L4D2 today and I was Ellis. We was playing Swamp Fever on Advanced and we were running towards the boat, but the Tank cut Nick off from us, so I ACTUALLY went back into the plantation yard and killed the Tank, revived Nick, and limped our way outta there! Wow...my favoritism is so strong for him.
Chapter 1 - Strange Kid
He sheilded his face from the burning sun as he stared up at the helicopter flying away. The big, burly dark-skinned man beside him yelled and flailed his arms about, desperately trying to signal that there were still survivors in need of rescure. The dark-skinned, petite woman stood, shaking her head and muttering.
"This isn't happening...this isn't happening..." she shook her head back and forth, as if she would wake up from this nightmare and it'd all be over.
Standing on his other side was another guy - well, kid - from his point of view. He was yelling at the helicopter, too, one hand up in the sky and the other sheilding his bright blue eyes from the sun.
His voice was thick with a southern accent. "Hey! HEY! Where they goin'? Ain't they s'posed to be savin' us?"
"Looks like there's been a change of plans." Nick muttered darkly. He had already given up on trying to signal the helicopter and turned to the table sitting beside the door they'd just came out of. 2 axes, 2 crowbars, and some pistols lay there. He picked two of the pistols up, checking to see if they were loaded. He smirked at them. Full clips. "Grab a weapon." he instructed the other 3, whom of which he didn't know their names. "I have a feeling something's gonna be waiting on us down there."
He leaned against the side of the building, absent-mindedly fooling with his pistols. Been a long time since he was allowed to hold a gun. He considered whether or not he should tell them that...
He decided what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
The guy - the kid - picked up one of the axes, his blue eyes shining like he had just walked into a candy shop. It took Nick a while before he realized he was staring at him. He dismissed it, scowling. What an odd kid...
The dark-skinned man opened the door up and began walking down stairs. "Now y'all, let's stay close. Might not know what's waitin' on us down there."
Nick didn't really pay any attention to him. He had already decided that he'd bolt for the first exit he could find once they escaped this building.
They all walked downstairs. The kid with the thick accent opened the door into the hallway. His eyes widened as they all stared down the hallway. "Ho-lee shit...zombies are real! I knew 'em movies wern't fake!"
He resisted groaning at the kid. Defintely and odd guy. He turned his attention to one of the now alerted zombies making its way to them. He shot it square between the eyes without even thinking. The three of them turned and stared at him, each face showing a different emotion. The girl's was amazement, the man's was disapproving, and the kid's? His was one of wonder, like he'd just seen the coolest thing ever.
"What the hell are you staring at?" Nick finally bark out. He didn't like it when people stared at him - it was a pet peeve. "Well?"
"Nothing..." he heard the man mutter. He aimed his pistol down the hallway and let loose on the stray zombies standing there.
'Didn't fucking think so...' Nick thought to himself, annoyed. The next room he walked into had a display on it, a big, inviting CEDA sticker slapped onto the corner of the poster. Curiously, Nick dispatched what zombies were in the room and approached the display.
It was a map of the country, and red x's dotted the entire eastern border. New Orleans was circled with a red sharpie and an arrow pointing out into the Guf of Mexico. Which could only mean that it was the only evac left standing. Fucking great.
He heard a slobbering growl and turned just in time for gore to splatter all over his white suit. The kid stood there, holding his bloody axe and a decapitated body lie at his feet. Smiling.
Nick stepped away from the body and cursed at his suit. "Nice. Really fucking nice, kid. You realize you just fucking ruined my $3000 suit, right?"
The kid's smile faltered, and he murmured apologetically. "Sorry, mister. Jus' din't want that thing to get ya."
"Yeah, well, sorry doesn't replace my suit." Nick really didn't realize why he was complaining. His suit already had dirt and what-not on it before they'd come down stairs. It was already ruined.
The kid tipped his hat and walked timidly away, obviously afraid to try and apologize anymore. Nick watched him rejoin the other two while he scanned the table. A bottle containing a thick, vicious green fluid sat on the end of it. He picked it up. 'There's no way that's...puke? Okay, that's fucking gross...' He was strongly tempted to put it back down, but for some reason, he strapped the bottle onto his belt. He really didn't know why...intuition, maybe?
"Hey y'all," the big man called to all of them. "Stairs are out, so we'll have to take the elevator." He turned his attention to Nick, who was still staring at all the papers on the table. "Whatchu lookin' at, man?"
Nick looked up from the table, emerald meeting chocolate. "Every evac around here is pretty much burned to the ground. According to this map, New Orleans is pretty much the only place left standing. "Not that Nick cared. He wasn't planning on going there anway.
"New Orleans? No way we're going all the way there. That's just...too far away." The woman piped in, walking closer. "Isn't there anywhere else?"
Nick shook his head, then started heading for the door. "Let's just hurry up and get the hell outta here. I can't stand to be in this hotel a minute longer."
The four of them piled into the elevator and Nick pressed the ground floor button. He leaned against the wall, sighing. "Technically, you're not supposed to use an elevator during a fire." Then he added with cynical humor. "But I don't think that applies during a zombie apocalypse." The 3 of them just stared quietly at the floor, or perhaps the wall. He realized that he kept reffering to them as they and the kid and the man, so he figured it was about time they learned each other's names. "You guys got names?"
"My friends call me Coach." the big, burly man said first. Then Nick understood the initials on his shirt, "FHS". He was a high school coach. "Guess y'all can do the same."
"My name's Rochelle. You?" Nick turned toward the dark-skinned woman, sporting a charming smile.
"Nick."
The kid was the last to speak, and he stepped up with a sparkling smile. "My name's Ellis. But you can call me El...or Ellis seein' as El sorta sounds like a girl's name...you can call me El if you want." he finished awkwardly.
Nick supressed the urge to laugh at him, but a small one escaped him. It didn't go unnoticed.
Rochelle shot an unintelligible look at him, them smiled warmly at Ellis. "I think I'll just call you Ellis, sweety."
Ellis blushed slightly, a warm pink touching his cheeks. But he still smiled, obviously not bashed. Nick, for some unfathomable reason, found that unnerving. What, was this kid shitting rainbows or something?
The elevator came to a stop and the room began to become hazy with smoke. Nick coughed into his arm. "Goddamn, it's hard to breathe in here...someone pry open the damn door."
Ellis, as if on cue, walked forward and stuck the thin edge of his axe in the door and pried the shutters open. "Woah, guys...I think I feel safer in the elevator..." he said, staring out into the flames that had once been the hallway.
"No fucking way we're staying here." Nick shoved past the kid, not caring that he pushed him, and to his delite, found a silenced uzi sitting in the floor. He picked it up, and like the pistols, it had a full cartridge in it.
Of course, being Nick, his delite didn't last long. A loud, furious roar echoed through the burning hotel and a mob of bloody limbs and faces came screaming at them. He turned with his uzi and emptied cartridge by cartridge in them, lead flying everywhere. Half of them didn't need to be shot at, seeing as they ran mindlessly into the fire, burning themselves into a crisp. But the ones in the hazmat suits just ran right through the fire, unscathed.
He let his finger off the trigger, after dispatching the last zombie in sight. The end of his uzi smoked from continuious use. He turned to look behind him, observing his teammates. All of them seemed unscathed, save for Coach's bandaged arm. He had learned the hard way not to open random, smoking doors. He'd nearly been engulfed in flames if not Rochelle had yanked him out of the way. Luckily, all that was caught on him was his arm.
"Wow, man, I ain't NEVER seen so many zombies at once like that. I thought they were s'posed to come at ya, like, one at a time or somethin'..." Ellis broke the silence. "I mean, I thought they were s'posed to be all slow and stuff, not runnin' like a 100 miles per hour or anythin'. Seriously, that was really-"
"Hey, kiddo? Please shut up. My head is killing me already." Nick said rubbing his temples.
"Okay."
That was yet another surprise to Nick about Ellis. Such straightforward obedience. He couldn't understand how this kid could lie down and do whatever somone told him to. And not only that, he was grudgeless. Nothing bothered the kid for any amount of time. Nick had insulted him about a hundred times before they'd even entered the elevator, and yet the kid still looked and spoke to Nick like he was authority.
So unnerving. But so interesting.
A slimy tongue wrapped around Nick's torso as he was literally dragged from his thoughts. He turned enough to see a tall figure standing behind the flames, the long tongue ascending from its mouth. And Nick nearly shit himself whenever he saw that his body was about to be dragged through the fire.
"Hey, Nick!" "What the hell is that thing?" "Is that a tongue?"
Three voices chimed together. The smoke was heavy and hazy and it was too risky for them to shoot blindly around Nick. Ellis was the only one who didn't have a gun, so he charged after Nick with his axe instead. He stomped down on the tongue, halting its dragging and chopped it off Nick. Then he rushed toward's the smoking figure and sliced right down through its middle, making it explode in a cloud of dirty, green smoke. Nick lay on the carpet of the floor coughing, whenever a hand was extended toward him. He looked up at it cautiously.
"Need some help, there?" It was Ellis, looking down on Nick with warm eyes and a small, inviting smile. Nick stared dumbfounded at the kid's enthusiasm and his eyes. Yet again. Grudgeless, all smiles, and obedience.
Nick finally closed his eyes and scoffed, low. He helped himself to his feet, batting Ellis's hand away. "I'm fine. Thanks."
Ellis retracted his hand and held it behind his back shyly. The smile disappeared, but he was blushing slightly. Nick snuck a glance at him, staring for just a bit. He looked away and resisted smirking. The kid was actually kinda cute...
...No way in hell he just fucking said that.
Haha, well now...that was the first chappie guys! Hope you liked it!
Yes, this is a chapter story...I'm tired of one-shots and I'm tired of finding hardly anything BUT NxE one-shots on here, so imma try and make this a full-blown story.
I'm loving NickxEllis so much! Imma try and keep them as in-character as possible! That meaning Nick isn't all lovey-dovey and Ellis isn't all straight-forward about his 'love' for Nick, like I've been seeing in some of the fics. Well, y'know what to do...
R&R please! 333