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Resident Arms
Chapt. 1:Vincent's Bad Fur Day
Tonight was an unusually dreary night. The sky was pitch black with no sight of the moon or the stars and to make matters worse it was pouring rain. Looking out at this depressing landscape, a man dressed in a red cloak with long black hair, ponders how his life lead up to this point. All of a sudden a helicopter came speeding right towards him and launched a missile in his direction. It made contact with his apartment window and completely destroyed his apartment. Behind all the smoke and debris, the red cloaked man leapt an incredible height and began shooting the flying machine with his triple barrelled handgun. In retaliation, the machine fired another missile, which the man used as a boost to jump even higher and flipped over the helicopter and preceded to shoot at its tail. The machine exploded and crashed into the building just as the man landed on the ground. After a dramatic pause, a tall skinny man with glasses came stomping out.
"VINCENT!" yelled the spectacled man. "This s the third time this week a giant military machine destroyed my apartment building! I can't take it anymore! Get the hell out!"
"Awww, c'mon Hojo, I'm sorry!" pleaded Vincent
"NO! Sorry isn't gonna cut it this time! I'm sick of this shit happening, plus my insurance only cover two explosions per week, so get out!"
"Fine..." sighed Vincent "Just let me get my stuff...:
"You don't have any stuff." Said Hojo.
"Oh yeah." Sighed Vincent and started to walk away slowly in the rain. Vincent continued to walk for hours, wondering where else he could go, when he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"VINCENT! WAIT!" yelled Hojo
"Hojo? You came after me? Said Vincent with a glimmer of hope. "Did you change your mind?
"What? No! You forgot your stupid, out of date, cellphone!" said Hojo as he threw it at Vincent's face. Vincent caught his phone with ease and calmly put it in his pocket. He then began to smirk."You wouldn't run after me all this way just to give me my cell phone, you must care about me."
What are you talking about? Said a confused Hojo. "You were walking depressingly slow and, quite literally, just crossed the street!"
Vincent turned around and saw the demolished building only meters from where he was standing. "Oh..." was all he could muster up and he began to walk a little faster until he came across a rather large apartment building. Though it looked pretty decrepit, he didn't have much of a choice do he quickly ran inside in hopes of finding a new place to live. As he entered he noticed a tall and skinny man sitting behind a desk. Coincidentally, he reminded him of someone he saw recently.
"hmm...that guy looks a lot like Hojo", thought Vincent. "But he doesn't have a fake looking moustache, so it clearly couldn't be him!"
"Can I help you, sir?" said Not Hojo, with a smirk.
"Yes actually, I was hoping you had a room available?" questioned Vincent.
"Well we do have one room." Not Hojo said, trying to hold back laughter. "But it's on the top floor."
"That's fine…" said Vincent. "But how much is it to stay here?"
"Why…it's…it's…$20 a month, yeah, that' right!" answered Not Hojo.
"Oh, well, that's quite cheap, so I'll take it." Vincent began to walk towards the elevator when the man leapt in front of him, successfully blocking his way.
"WAIT!" yelled Not Hojo as he pointed to a sign on the elevator. "Can't you read? It says Out of Order!"
"Well then, what am I supposed to do? Take the stairs?" protested Vincent.
" Yes, that's exactly what you are supposed to take!"
"B-But there's like…30 flights of stairs!"
"Well don't blame me for this! It's not like I'm your previous landlord in disguise trying to take revenge for all the pain you caused me!"
"…That's true, *sigh*, well I better get started" Vincent said grudgingly as he began the long hike to his new apartment. Just as the door to the stairs closed, three gentlemen walked into the lobby carrying three pizza boxes. One man was tall and toned with slicked back blonde hair with a black business suit and a pair of sunglasses on. The other two were relatively shorter than the man and both had blue overalls. One was chubby and wearing a red shirt and cap with an "M" on it while the other one was taller and wearing a green shirt and cap with an "L" on his. They didn't seem to notice Not Hojo as they were deep in conversation.
"So you're saying that your princess was in another castle?" Said the tall man in sunglasses. "Why didn't you just ask that pathetic fungal cretin where she was?"
"Well…I –a- didn't think of that." Said the man in red in a stereotypically offensive Italian accent. "And they're called-a-Toads, Mr. Wesker."
"Everything is a pathetic fungal cretin compared to me, Mario, everything." bragged Wesker.
"Thanks-a-boss…"said the one in green sarcastically. "It's nice to know you think-a-highly of us."
"I'm glad you appreciate it, Luigi," said Wesker " but now it's time to destroy these delicious pizz…HEY! What are you doing here!"
Not Hojo turned around only to see that Wesker had finally noticed him. "Get out of here!" demanded Wesker as he grabbed a broom from the back of the counter. "Shoo! Go on, get out!" he said jabbing the broom at Not Hojo.
"Aaaah!" Not Hojo yelled out of annoyance and ran out the door.
"Well that takes care of that!" said Wesker with the sense of a job well done.
