Remedy (n.) -That which corrects or counteracts an evil of any kind; a corrective; a counteractive; reparation; cure;
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The usual love story would portray itself as a very young and fair princess who had been captured by a horrid creature or villain. Naturally a hero would also be in play, a handsome man who many with pathetic imagination could call a so called, 'knight in shining armor.' Then the day would be saved through heroic events and at last defeating the villain, tastefully with a head on a silver platter and a body bloodied all while the princess and brave knight would wed and have many children to tell such the tale of their father's stories. Pathetic, truly unrealistic to reality.
Welcome to Spain.
Things are a little different there. There are no heroes, there are no happy little stories to tell. There is but a village where secrets are hidden in every grimy little corner and in every little filthy head of every brainwashed villager. There is a castle not too far from there and there lives what you may call a villain or horrid creature. It is of where the damsel in distress lies. Backed up in a corner, fear rushing through to make every pump of the heart of the damsel to hold the sense of fear and false hope that someway and somehow she would be rescued. I mean, come on. Her father was the fucking president, he had the money and power to at least send someone. A chopper, the entire U.S. Militia, anything that deserved the money spent to save the President's daughter. Yet where was that hero she was waiting on? A small grey mouse who didn't look to welcoming to the dark setting, black smudging over it's fur as it's black beaded eyes only stared, lifted itself up curiously before scurrying off. The girl yipped, trying to push herself further into the corner which seemed to be impossible.
Personally, she had liked it better in the church. So what if there were grandos there that pulled her along as if she was a stuffed doll, leaving red burns of their rough touch on her wrists, anything was better then this stupid castle. The sun blonde college girl scowled at a brick wall of her small enclosed space, darkened ooze seemed to be poured from between every enlarged dark brick, the place was simply disgusting. Tugging at her green plaid striped skirt, the girl tried to seek comfort, lowered to a crouch on her brown boots, she tried to slow her racing heart that held every doubt in her pretty little head. Every nerve inside her seemed shaken up which made herself shake. She wanted to scream until her voice weakened itself and she wore herself out to become unconscious on the cold dirty ground the held cockroaches and mice alike surrounded her peaceless slumber.
The brown eyes of the damsel were weak, falling from the oozing wall, and with some fight still left in her, ran to push herself against the door out of the room and pounded on it's metal with enclosed fists as she fighted against it.
"Hey! Let me out! Help! Someone! Help me!" She called out and once nobody came, she backed up against another wall and allowed her body to slid down it until her butt touched the cool touch of the cobblestone flooring, running a hand into her blonde locks, staring off as she allowed any open thoughts in her mind to be spoken. More rats scurried frantically around her.
Ashley Graham, you're our new damsel.
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Ashley Graham, college student from Massachusetts.
One who seems to be in her twenties or so, a happy go lucky kind of girl.
Ramon Salazar merely smirked as he read through the paperwork he had been given on the captive Saddler had asked for. Sitting with one leg crossed over the other on his red rich leather throne as his golden eyes took in the features of the picture in his hand of Ashley. Beside his throne were his two followers, one cloaked in black and the other in red, His right and left hand men.
"This so very entertaining," The voice of the Castellan spoke with a raised eyebrow to his right hand man who only nodded to please his master.
"Although I'm curious of our new friend, I wonder how the president's daughter is liking my castle." The small man pondered, slowly tracing a dirty little finger of his over the face held in the picture, his head at a tilt. He had always gotten what he wanted. With the power Saddler gave to him, being in command of the gandos and being the one that had released such a vial tool as the virus, Salazar felt even greater knowing he as well had the very key that would be the success to taking over the entire world. Little miss Ashley Graham.
"I bet she's surprised," He said with a grin, the squeakish voice told the two creatures hidden beneath their cloaks, standing still as they held their Illuminados Insignia staffs.
"I bet she's surprised," The man repeated again, leaning his chin upon his enclosed fist of his leaning arm on the arm of his throne.
"That her dear loving father hasn't come for her yet." Although Salazar wasn't stupid, he knew that someone would come soon enough, Saddler had warned him of that. The small man's expression soon darkened and he hopped from his throne, his hands settling to be in the position of behind his back, linked with one another.
"I suppose we should give Miss Ashley a visit, we shouldn't keep any guest of ours waiting." Of course by we, Salazar meant himself as the two servants nodded once more and kept silent as they stood still and awaiting any further orders. The paperwork was left on the throne's seat, picture above the worded paper that held vital information.
She was daddy's little girl, spoiled rotten to the core of her very heart. Those were the thoughts Salazar had mustered up on his own and held a mocking grin as he paced his halls to the room he kept her in, like a animal in need of to be trained, to be told what's right and wrong and simply obey. Rotten, the word held small value to things, yet if Ashley was rotten then the two would get along quite well.
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When the door had opened, Ashley's eyes were wide and hoping for anything that could be of use for escape.
Horror struck her features as he saw the short man with golden eyes, a bit of confusion could be read. The man looked dirty in his formal clothing, his face paste like and grin bearing nasty teeth that had aged with yellow on them. First thought the girl had, he was one of them
"Leave me alone." Her sugar coated voice said threateningly, not caring who he was when she had heard the gando villagers ramble on in Spanish and then say the name "Salazar" in a low growl. The blonde, held her arms to hug around her legs, closing her knees to her chest, pressing her skirt as well so the man couldn't seek any pleasure or start any funny business with his comments. The glare of her hazel eyes weakened a bit as he made a cautious step toward her.
It was enough to ignite the creatures of the dark room, making them move and chirp out a sound to rid any source of silence.
"Miss Ashley, I mean you of no harm." Salazar said in a rich tone, his arms at a bit of a reach as he bared the look of a beggar, moving closer to Ashley as his eyes held solid gold charm.
"You're one of them!" Ashely retorted, knowing every word acted as a trap to trick her, hugging her body tightly to protect herself.
"So what if I am, Do I really look like a monster to you?" It was a bit hard to bite her tongue on that one, it seemed too easy and yet Salazar grinned when no reply came and enclosed the college student further into the wall.
"Miss Graham...I assure you my protection." He breathed and reached a hand out to touch Ashley's cream colored face, feeling her tremble greatly beneath his hand, her eyes shut tightly, breathing hesitant as she hugged herself tighter and tighter.
"No!"
Salazar stumbled back, face reading a bit of shock as he had been bitten, his hand holding the outline of red and teeth markings. After a moment of time, his face held fury. Even after he had tried to show the girl he meant no harm whatsoever.
"Insolent girl!" He hissed, with the gaze of disgust on the girl, the golden color hard as the figure cringed in the corner.
"You seem to have no mean for respect of your superior!" He shouted, stomping his small foot on the cobblestone flooring as his tiny hands were balled into fists, anger shaking his breathing.
"You may hold Saddler's interest but you mean not a thing to me!" The Castellan said and pointed a grimy dirty finger at Ashely's direction.
"I will make sure your time at my castle will be very unpleasant, Miss Graham!" Ashely did in fact feel afraid, not of the angered Salazar but the power he held, the men below him that could overpower her. After all, she had no protection.
"Have a good sleep, Miss Ashley Graham." Salazar said and retreated to the door, giving a hard glare as he gripped the handle of the door tightly, seeing the glance of fear of the hazel eyes of the president's daughter.
"May your dreams give you...a pleasant night." The metal door slammed hard behind him and he could almost hear the choke of a cry from the other side, it was then on his walk back through the castle, looking to the paintings and rich wallpaper that he knew playing games with his captive would entertain him.
"Miss Ashley, you will fill your role soon enough but until then, you are mine."
Salazar grinned, Oh, this was going to be fun. He could tell.
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This was just perfect.
After about a few hours of wandering around the Gando village and Hunnigan telling him about the mission, Leon was informed of other news.
"You mean, She's not even in the church?" The blond agent questioned into his radio, his pleasant pretty boy features exhausted as he sighed, feeling as he had already wasted so much of his ammo of his trusty handgun and time of rushing around to find himself sidetracked to get an insignia to enter the church. Now at the back room of where cluster of barrels and dirt were making a collection of the place, he was told that his target wasn't even in the same place anymore.
"That's right. She has been taken to a castle, not too far from here, so I suggest you get moving Leon." Heh, easy for Hunnigan to say.
"Alright, Leon out." The agent mumbled and clipped the radio back into his back jean pocket as he set both hands back onto his gun.
It seemed like a goose chase for this girl, it was already nightfall and he hadn't even the slightest trace of her.
"Man, it's going to be a long mission." Leon Kennedy sighed to himself but decided to keep anymore comments to himself as he wanted to do was find the president's daughter and escort her back home like his mission stated. The chime of long hollow ring sounded and the shout of gibberish Spanish was heard as gando villagers of men and women alike came after him, bearing knifes and pitchforks.
"Dammit." Leon said through slightly gritted teeth, turning his head as his fringe of hair brushed along his face. Aiming the gun straight for the head, he pulled the trigger and made a clean shot to either kill the villager or spawn a plagus release. With a growl of frustration, a grenade was in hand and with the pull of it's pin was thrown to the ground and released a built up surge of light to kill the plagus and stun the rest. The American agent grinned as he reloaded a clip in his gun and lift a leg to kick a villager out of his way as he continued forward.
Once a castle was in sight, Leon allowed his guard to fall as no enemies surrounded him, he lowered his gun in one hand and sighed as his green blueish eyes gazed up upon it's Renascence outlook. With a small 'heh', the blond agent stood in the wind. "Hang on there, princess, I'm coming for you." He said to himself, confident that he could save her and bring her back. Immediately in a rush to the castle, with crunches on the dirt ground sounding, Leon moved on and headed to Salazar's castle, his breathing a bit in a pant as playing hero tired him a bit but then again, it was always his job. Although he was in need of more supplies. Sneaking cautiously around every corner, he moved swiftly and pointed his gun at a still figure.
"Welcome, Stranger!" Leon then grinned, ka ching.
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Of course all of this had been expected, Salazar thought with a scowl.
When his servants told him that they sensed an intruder closing at the main door, there was no second thought it was for Ashley to rescue her. "Send guards after him, kill him at all costs." The short villain ordered and folded his leg over the other as he sat on his throne, not exactly expecting any unwelcome company but it was bound to happen but now of settings.
"If someone wants to play, then I shall have a game of my own." Salazar grinned as he then casually leaned his chin upon his leaning arm once more.
"Let us see how far our guest is willing to go." He pondered and the left and right hand men looked to their master, no expression to be shown from under their hoods.
I will be sure that Miss Ashley will be going no where." Saddler had informed him earlier after his little meeting with Ashley of an American agent, a one Leon Kennedy who has come to take part of their plan. Now on his feet, The Castellan was moving to the balcony at the main hall of his castle, his servants following him.
Once the door was pushed open, there was a tickle at Salazar's throat which caused him to chuckle until a horrid laugh escaped out of him and he locked his eyes on the man who slowed in his steps to gaze up upon him.
"I was starting to wonder when you might notice us." He said down to Leon, who eyed him strangely.
"Who are you?" Salazar grinned at that question and spread his arms open.
"Me llamo Ramón Salazar."
Chapter One complete.