The Scary Room
Chapter 1: The Room
The room was small, and dark. Inside it was almost nothing, except a thick, red curtain which hid a window behind it, an antique sofa that looked very comfortable, a large wooden wardrobe and a very study looking oak door. Jill Valentine's eyes fluttered as she slowly awoke, her head spinning as she attempted to stand. She didn't quite know what had happened, or where she was exactly, but the first thing she noticed was that she wasn't alone.
Inside the small room with Jill were her partners, Barry Burton and Chris Redfield; Wesker, her arch-nemesis; Rebecca Chambers, her high-school BBF who was also her worst enemy and Claire Redfield, Chris' brother. They were all unconscious. There was also a giant, mutated hunter that was asleep in the corner of the room. The hunter and its shiny, sharp-looking claws that glinted in the candlelight caught most of her attention.
Sweat running down her brow, Jill slowly sat up, not taking her eye off the very dangerous-looking hunter that sat only feet away from her. Her heart beating fast in her chest, she quietly took out her Beretta from its holster and took aim for the hunter's head; if she could get it while it was sleeping it would save her a whole lot of trouble. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Wesker, who was lying beside her, started to stir and mumble as he began to awaken.
"Oh, baby,..." he muttered, as he eyes shot open. He bolted upright and took off his sunglasses with one swift motion of his hand. Seeing Jill sat next to him, he was momentarily lost for words. In an instant, however, he had grabbed her neck and began to crush her throat.
Jill, alarmed at these strange events, gestured wildly to the hunter that sat nearby; Wesker, also confused as to where he was, procrastinated in killing Jill to look at where she was pointing. Turning his head around, he also caught sight of the hunter, his jaw dropping open with shock.
"Aaagh!" Wesker screamed, in a high-pitch tone. Releasing his hand from her throat, he threw himself to the floor, still screaming like a little girl. The others in the room had began to stir now too, but Jill, almost certain she was dreaming, picked up the gun she had fumbled earlier after nearly being murdered, took aim at the hunter once more, and then fired a shot.
The bullet entered deep inside the hunter's arm; Jill wasn't a very good aim. Screeching the most awful noise Jill had ever heard, the hunter shot upward in the air; the others in the room, ignoring the fact that they were in confinement with a bunch of their friends and enemies, rushed to their feet and started running around the room screaming! Jill could do nothing but get caught up in the hysteria, and joined the others in running around the very small room and screaming whilst the hunter jumped from each of their heads and continued to screech.
After a while, Jill's throat began to get very raspy from screaming, so she opened fire at the hunter again, careful not to hit anyone. She didn't mind if Wesker or Rebecca "accidentally" got in the way, however.
With a huge explosion of blood and gore, the hunter's head was blown apart by a carefully aimed shot on Jill's behalf. Eventually, after the hunter's corpse had fallen to the ground dead, the group settled down and stopped screaming, but they were still as confused as ever.
"Wesker?" Chris suddenly cried, noticing who else was with him in the dark and scary room.
"Chris Redfield." Wesker replied, from the other side of the room. Standing a few feet apart from each other, it looked as if a fight was going to break out. It did.
Wesker and Chris both, at the same time, ran up to one another and started biting, pulling hair and calling each other 'whores'.
"Hey, break it up!" Barry suddenly boomed, grabbing them both by their collars and dragging them apart. "Now's not the time for fighting, can't you see this isn't an ordinary situation? Behave yourselves!"
As they looked down at the ground, Jill ignored the sorry-looking Wesker and Chris and focused her attention on Barry as Rebecca and Claire sat huddled in the corner, crying and shaking like leaves in the wind. She saw that in the candlelight he really was attractive.
"Barry." she started. "What's going on here? Why are we in this room? And why the hell is Wesker with us?"
"I can't say." Barry replied, staring at the floor and looking pensive. "All I can remember is walking home with some groceries and then falling to the ground. When I awoke, I could hear screaming and shouting... you know the rest."
Wiping the hunter's blood and shit from her clothing, Rebecca stood up from the carpeted floor and exploded in tears again.
"We've been kidnapped!" she hollered, at the top of her lungs. "They're gonna kill us!" she continued, running around the room bawling her eyes out. Annoyed at the noise, Jill quickly grabbed her arm and slapped her hard around the face. After a few seconds, Rebecca calmed down.
"Than-" Rebecca began, only to be yet again slapped sharply across her left cheek. Barry quickly stepped between the two.
"It's all right, Rebecca." he said, his voice deep and soothing.
"Barry, I'm scared." she murmured, drawing closer to him.
"Well, what the hell is Wesker doing here?" Chris suddenly cried out, pointing his finger viciously at the evil man in front of him.
"I can not say." Wesker slurred, in his British accent; "I was at home, planning something evil and wicked to get back at all of you, when suddenly I became very tired. Thinking I had drank too much white wine spritzer, I attempted to make for my bed, but I must have passed out on the floor. When I awoke... well, you know the rest."
"So, it looks like we've all been kidnapped." Claire whispered, wiping her eyes and standing up from the corner; she made sure to keep her legs firmly together, as she had wet herself earlier.
"But why on Earth would someone put us all together like this?" Jill asked, seemingly to herself.
"I don't know, and I don't care." Wesker spat, heading toward the door. Placing his hand on the heavy, bronze doorknob, he attempted to turn it, but it held fast. It didn't even turn slightly.
"It's locked! We're done for!" Rebecca suddenly shrieked; before she could cry again, Jill slapped her quickly.
"Jill!" Barry mouthed, grabbing her hand.
"A locked door can't stop somebody like me." Wesker sniggered, turning back to Rebecca and sneering. Raising his fist high in the air, he punched the door as hard as he could.
"Ow! Ow!" Wesker cried, hopping around the room and clutching his fist to his breast; there was nary a dent in the heavy, oaken door.
"We're fucked." Chris said, flatly.
"What about the window?" Barry suggested, gesturing to the thick heavy drapes.
"You're right!" Rebecca screamed in delight; in an instant she rushed over the curtains and literally ripped them down, only to reveal a bricked-up window.
"Now we're fucked." Barry sighed.