So yeah, I was playing DT Racer on a late summer night and while I was racing, I just thought of Sheva and Resident Evil out of the blue. So I was thinking "Hey, it'd be kind of funny seeing Sheva racing." Which brings us here today. I got a seemingly unique idea for a storyline featuring Sheva and her adventure in the world of street racing. I hope this gets lots of attention because I have a good feeling about it. However, I guess beggars can't be choosers, huh? It's called "Gran Foreigner's Wheels" starring Sheva Alomar. I hope you all enjoy it.
Plot Summary: A young and curious Sheva Alomar finally travels from Africa to America to stay and makes her home in beautiful, sunny, palm tree infested California-Los Angeles to be specific. While she was very loyal to her duty as a BSAA officer, Sheva starts to drift away from her government life for a taste of the fast, thrilling, and even more dangerous life of street racing after she catches a glimpse of an incredibly stylish race car for the very first time. Sheva really gets pulled in when she finds out that a powerful, extremely wealthy business man behind a chain of illegal street racing gambling organizations previously worked with the deceased Albert Wesker and could be the reason, or at least know about the true reason, behind the death of her parents. Sheva becomes eventually stripped of her BSAA pride as she finds out more secrets about this kind of life, the old and new people around her, her parents and most importantly-herself. Also, this could be a good opportunity for Sheva to try and score with the ever-so handsome and beefy BSAA member Chris Redfield, the man that gets Sheva's own engines running.
Genre(s): Action, Adventure, Black Comedy, Crime, Racing, Romance, Satire
"Get's Sheva's own engines running"? Oh yeah, I'm slick. Please don't compare this to that race movie Redline. To me, I'd find that an insult. The first entry might be crap and short and it's all in Sheva's POV, but
I hope it at least gets you intrigued. Thank you. ^_^
Enjoy!
Gran Foreigner's Wheels
A Resident Evil and OC Story
By SamuraiWriter
Prologue: That Thing Called a Prologue
Shit. It's too hot here. I think it's even hotter here than in Africa.
…No. In all of the places I've been to, Africa was the hottest. However, Africa was also my favorite. Ah, I miss it already. I miss the people. Yeah sure, the people turned into flesh eating zombie-like beings, but still, the people. I miss the little stores they use to have, all so close together. Of course, in all of my time in Africa, I don't think I've seen a Starbucks anywhere. I miss the humid weather. Then again, as I said before, it's too hot here in California.
You're probably thinking, "Why did you move to America, Sheva?". No, you're not? Well, I'm going to tell you anyway.
Well actually, I've been to America before. I was just never over the West Coast before. I heard it was quite nice, especially California. All I've heard about is the "SoCal"(Isn't that what they call?) part. So, after spending nearly my whole life in Africa, I decided to take a big step in my life and move over there for good. Luckily, I had an Internet friend over Los Angeles and she told me that she was trying to sell a house. She gave it to me for a reasonable fee, and pretty soon I was flying on the plane to Los Angeles.
Eh, it was Coach. But I'm not a complainer.
It wasn't easy leaving. Especially since I was leaving many of my close friends. Including Josh. Oh, Josh was the hardest to say goodbye to. He had been with me since I was a teenager; he was like a big brother to me. However, I found it even harder to leave the BSAA West Africa Branch. Though I told many of the members that I would be transporting over to the North America Branch instead, and that I was not leaving.
It's going to take a lot to get my out of the BSAA. My whole life practically revolves around the BSAA.
So here I am. Staring in the faces of people who talked with true California accents, palm trees that I thought-for the first day I was there-were going to fall on me, luxurious houses that probably cost more than I would make in a lifetime, and the big, beautiful, blue sea from beaches all over the area. My friend, a bubbly, nice Asian woman who was no older than me, at the airport and she took me to my new house. I didn't have a lot of luggage because I was thinking I could indulge myself in as much California furniture I could find and afford. The house my friend gave me was quite beautiful. No, scratch that. It was beautiful. It wasn't a big house, but it wasn't a small house either. It was much bigger than my old home back in Africa. I loved it.
It didn't take long for me to blend in with the fancy living of Los Angeles. Pretty soon, I was drinking regularly at a local Starbucks. All I needed was a laptop and I'd blend right in. HA! High-five….no? Okay.
I was even more ecstatic when I learned that there was a BSAA base right outside of Los Angeles. It was a nice drive. The BSAA reminded me of so much. However, there was one thing that kept banging in my head even after the big mission in Kijuju.
Big. Handsome. Loyal. Friendly. Determined. That last word really hit him on the dot. Yeah, you know who.
What? No! Not Dave Johnson. I'm talking about Christopher "Chris" Redfield. My heart was pierced the moment he said "Just Chris, thanks." Oh, I remember that. However, the hottest line I think I heard him say was "Suck on this, Wesker!" Wow. That's hot.
I couldn't stop thinking about him ever since. I also couldn't stop thinking about Jill Valentine, the one woman Chris couldn't and wouldn't stop talking about. Ugh. That pale, blonde, big-nosed, son-of-a-
Deep breath, Sheva. Breathe in. Breathe out.
That's good. Now, you are all aware of my disdain feelings for Ms. Valentine, A.K.A "Chris'-You-Knew-It-Was-Coming-Potential-Wife". Don't get me wrong, I was happy just like Chris when we rescued her. But when she looked at me to give me an apology, I couldn't help but give her a slightly nasty look. I'm pretty sure you all saw that.
Oh. I'm breaking the Fourth Wall again. Stop it, Sheva.
Anyway, I hope I can meet Chris again. Just once is all I'm asking. I'm tired of having all of these fantasies with Chris in them. They were very vivid dreams, actually. I remember one that had me greasing up Chris' muscles and afterwards he told me that I "missed a spot", and he would pull down his boxers to reveal all of his pride and glory with a smirk. Oh, how I wish they were real. Then again, Chris is too old for me. However, I have no problem with a large age gap as long as it's not too large. Um….a 12-year age difference isn't bad, right?
Anyway, changing the subject. Oh, wait a second. I never actually told you why I moved to California, did I? I'm sorry.
I moved to California because…well, I guess I just got tired of living in Africa. I guess I got tired of living in a small home and I just wanted something a little bigger. I miss the open space and culture of Africa, but as I've been in California, I notice a lot of quality in it. I'm really getting use to it, but there will always be a place in my heart for Africa. I guess I'm just a little homesick. Hm, maybe I should go see The Lion King.
Oh, or maybe I should go see some new movies. Yeah, I heard that-Wait, what's that? A car engine? It sounds like its right outside my house…
Wow, look at that car! It's amazing!
End of Prologue
Well, that's the Prologue. I've never done a Prologue before in any of stories of FanFiction and it's quite good for me. Please let me know what you think! Unless I decide to change my mind, the entire story isn't going to be just in Sheva's POV. It'll mainly be in third person with many excerpts from other characters' POVs.
Now, I don't know much about cars. The cars that will be in this story will be from video games I have played, racing movies I have seen, other race cars I've seen, and possibly ones that I make up. If you want to help me be a little more accurate, please comment. However, don't get to obsessive over it please. You'll just be annoying.
In the beginning of this story, it might seem a little non-linear. That's a good element, right? However, it should fall directly into place as the story progresses. Overall, I really like this idea and I hope you all will like it, too. Please review!
Thank you! ^_^