S.T.A.R.S
Chapter 1
Chris Redfield had just started shampooing his hair when the pager beeped to life. "Typical." He sighed. Snatching it off the counter beside his shower. Whipping the soap from his stinging eyes, he could still read the message. Tossing it back in its place on the counter; with his favorite pair of blue jeans and white t-shirt, his Air Force ring and the gold necklace his father gave him before his death- and quickly rinsed the foamy not-tested-on-animals shampoo from his hair.
Jill Valentine was only 3 and-a-half miles into her daily 5-mile run when the pager clipped to her waist, next to her walk-man, began to vibrate. Removing her headphones and jogging on the spot, taking deep breathes to keep her heart rate up, she un-clipped it, holding it at eye level. If she cut across the park she could be home in 5 maybe 7 minutes- enough time to change, but not shower. "It's gonna be a long day."
"Roar!"-
-Barry Burton wrapped his muscular arms around his two young daughters. Their innocent, child-enriched laughter only added to the Hallmark environment; nice quiet street, white picket fences and the grass a perfect shade of green- freshly cut smell still clung in the warm summer breeze- beautiful wife making lemonade, a great place to raise a family.
They were playing "Love the Monster to Death"- Barry, of course, being the monster- and the girls showering him with hugs and kisses. "I got you Daddy, I got you" "Roar!" In his best monster voice "Too.much.love." Before falling to his back allowing his tongue to flop out the corner of his mouth as his finale breath escapes his throat. "We did it!" The girls rejoiced. "We defeated the evil monster, Mommy." Rushing up to their mother sitting at the catalog-ordered patio set with a tray of lemonade. "Oh, did you, now?" "Yeah, we did." "Well then, since you defeated the monster and saved the planet I think you've." She jumped up. "Better get your bathing suits on to go swimming." "Yay, swimming!" They did their swimming dance before running into the house, it took both of them to open the sliding door. "Want help getting your suits on?" "No, Mommy we're big girls. We save the world on a daily basis." Miss- pronouncing 'basis', and disappearing into the two story white house. Barry jumped to life when the pager on the patio table went off- "911 *" is all it read. She could already see in her husband's eyes how the apologize would sound. "Go-" "I'm really-" "I know," She was more understanding than upset. "Just- I'll tell them for you." "Thanks, honey." He kissed her on the cheek and was on his way.
Joseph Frost and Forest Speyer are glued to the football game on the TV in their apartment; on the edge of the chesterfield, wads of cash clutched in their white-knuckled fists. "Go, baby, go!" Joseph cheering on the receiver going full bore towards the end zone. "Catch that over-paid ballerina, man!" Forest, screaming at the defender, only a few feet behind. "40 yards!" Joseph screams. "Tackle him!" Forest cries "The guy with the ball, right there. Don't you see him!?" Joseph jumps up on the chesterfield and starts whipping his ass with his fist full of bills like a jockey whips a thoroughbred. "Give this boy a carrot, he's running like a horse!"
"20 yards!" Joseph jumps down and picks his pager up off the coffee table when it starts beeping.
"Touchdown, home team." The announcer calls out.
"You don't deserve to be on a cereal box, man." Forest threw his money at Joseph who was already halfway to the door, when Forest's pager went off.
Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Chris Redfield had just started shampooing his hair when the pager beeped to life. "Typical." He sighed. Snatching it off the counter beside his shower. Whipping the soap from his stinging eyes, he could still read the message. Tossing it back in its place on the counter; with his favorite pair of blue jeans and white t-shirt, his Air Force ring and the gold necklace his father gave him before his death- and quickly rinsed the foamy not-tested-on-animals shampoo from his hair.
Jill Valentine was only 3 and-a-half miles into her daily 5-mile run when the pager clipped to her waist, next to her walk-man, began to vibrate. Removing her headphones and jogging on the spot, taking deep breathes to keep her heart rate up, she un-clipped it, holding it at eye level. If she cut across the park she could be home in 5 maybe 7 minutes- enough time to change, but not shower. "It's gonna be a long day."
"Roar!"-
-Barry Burton wrapped his muscular arms around his two young daughters. Their innocent, child-enriched laughter only added to the Hallmark environment; nice quiet street, white picket fences and the grass a perfect shade of green- freshly cut smell still clung in the warm summer breeze- beautiful wife making lemonade, a great place to raise a family.
They were playing "Love the Monster to Death"- Barry, of course, being the monster- and the girls showering him with hugs and kisses. "I got you Daddy, I got you" "Roar!" In his best monster voice "Too.much.love." Before falling to his back allowing his tongue to flop out the corner of his mouth as his finale breath escapes his throat. "We did it!" The girls rejoiced. "We defeated the evil monster, Mommy." Rushing up to their mother sitting at the catalog-ordered patio set with a tray of lemonade. "Oh, did you, now?" "Yeah, we did." "Well then, since you defeated the monster and saved the planet I think you've." She jumped up. "Better get your bathing suits on to go swimming." "Yay, swimming!" They did their swimming dance before running into the house, it took both of them to open the sliding door. "Want help getting your suits on?" "No, Mommy we're big girls. We save the world on a daily basis." Miss- pronouncing 'basis', and disappearing into the two story white house. Barry jumped to life when the pager on the patio table went off- "911 *" is all it read. She could already see in her husband's eyes how the apologize would sound. "Go-" "I'm really-" "I know," She was more understanding than upset. "Just- I'll tell them for you." "Thanks, honey." He kissed her on the cheek and was on his way.
Joseph Frost and Forest Speyer are glued to the football game on the TV in their apartment; on the edge of the chesterfield, wads of cash clutched in their white-knuckled fists. "Go, baby, go!" Joseph cheering on the receiver going full bore towards the end zone. "Catch that over-paid ballerina, man!" Forest, screaming at the defender, only a few feet behind. "40 yards!" Joseph screams. "Tackle him!" Forest cries "The guy with the ball, right there. Don't you see him!?" Joseph jumps up on the chesterfield and starts whipping his ass with his fist full of bills like a jockey whips a thoroughbred. "Give this boy a carrot, he's running like a horse!"
"20 yards!" Joseph jumps down and picks his pager up off the coffee table when it starts beeping.
"Touchdown, home team." The announcer calls out.
"You don't deserve to be on a cereal box, man." Forest threw his money at Joseph who was already halfway to the door, when Forest's pager went off.
Chapter 2