Hello everyone. Black Phoenix KaT here. This is my first RE fic to be posted here. I've written a few hundred or so RE fics that remain hidden within the deep trenches of my room, but I found this one to be a particular favorite. I've stopped writing humor/parody fics, since, as it seems, FF.net no longer finds them worthy to be posted. (As in the case with the SC fic, Adventures of the Seaworthy, I had written, only to be deleted 5 times and counting) I will eventually write them again, if anyone wants me to. Anyway, enough with my note. Now for the disclaimer:
I shall say this only once: I do not own Resident Evil or anything copyrighted that may appear in this fic. They all belong to their respective owners. I do however, own this story, plot, and ideas that give this damned story life. I also own the little Hot Wheels notebook they were written in and the cutie Korean pencil with which they were written.
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PROLOGUE
Revolving Carousel
Turn, turn, merry-go-round. Life spun like a carousel; the slow start of birth and childhood, the musical rotation chiming the years of adolescence into adulthood, and the impending stop of the ride led to the grave. Then with a new set of passengers, the ride begins all over again. Indeed, fun.
But do the perpetually smiling ponies and zebras tell their riders of the carousel's slow and agonizing deterioration? Do they tell the joyful families of the ear-splitting creaks of the rusty hinges and the eternal droning of the carnival music that forever ring through their ears? Do they tell about the painful realization that no one would ever ride on their backs again, even after witnessing the once smiling families become bloodthirsty, cannibalistic horrors feeding upon their own flesh and blood, only to find splattered organs gracing their hooves and lacquered saddles? Who can they tell? Who will sit down and listen as the carousel's creatures share their epic fairy tale of happiness and horror? No one would, because everyone's gone. They're all dead.
So stands the bright, shiny carousel amongst their dead, forced to watch the cinema of undying suffering for an eternity in the dark abyss of despair. And forever, the carousel spins, playing its merry tune which no one could hear.
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