Disclaimer: I am a simple fan of Resident Evil, writing a simple fanfic. I
do not own any of the media characters that appear in this story, only the
main character/narrator.
A/n: This is my first shot at a Resident Evil fic, and my first shot at a first person perspective so please, go easy in your reviews, and no flaming, please.
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"Dear, Mr. Owens. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend our college at Racoon University--"
I read the rest of the letter with a smirk on my face. If there was one thing I looked forward to, it had to be college. Your own room, new friends, and the further advanced education than that of a high school. Call me a nerd but education is one of the most important things to me. It used to be THE most important thing before the chaos happened. The incident that happened within a few days of me arriving at my destination and settling in. A nightmare that was going to change my life forever. But let me start from the beginning.
I folded up the letter and stuck it in the envelope as I got up from my whicker chair which was accompanied by similar outside furniture items, and walked through the front door of my home in Melbourne, Florida and into the living room where my dad, an aging man of 65, sat watching TV. Without saying a word, I did like I usually did when I recieved a paper that gave good news. I tossed it into his lap for him to look at for himself. The feeling of the envelope brushing against his hand which rested on his knee, drew his attention away from his 'Gunsmoke' show that he watched every day at 5:00. It was like a weekday ritual. He looked down at the envelope, picked it up and as he read the label, he spoke.
"What's this?" He asked in his thick, southern accent that originated from Georgia as he pulled the paper out of the envelope and unfolded it to read. It took him a few minutes to finish, but patience stayed with me as I was used to it. I hear your body slows down with age, so I guess the speed you read at does too. When he had finally finished reading a small smile came across his face as he lowered the paper into his lap and looked up at me from behind his eyeglasses. "Well, no shit?" He asked, still with his glad expression. I simply shook my head, and repeated in an answering tone, 'No shit.' He gave a soft laugh, got up, and hugged me tight then looked at me and nodded to the door across from the living room. "Go tell yer brother." I gave a brief nod before I turned and walked over to the door that lead to my brother's room, which was directly, a couple feet across from mine. I tried the door first. It was locked, so I knocked.
"What?" My brother's tired voice sounded from the otherside, and I knew he had been sleeping upon getting home from work. My brother works at the cable company, with our mom. The only difference is, he does installations while she handles customer service. He used to serve in the military but after some long years he decided to move from North Carolina back to our hometown with us. He's 31 years old and just about twice my size if you count height and physical build. Anyway, back to the point.
"Vaughn, let me in." He said, placing my knuckles on my hips as I waited for him to open the door.
"What for?" He called back.
I rolled my eyes. "Just open the door, dumbass." I probably shouldn't have said that, I thought and expected him to open the door and pull me into some feinted sleeper hold for my 'insult.' Instead, he just opened the door, rubbing his eyes, still dressed in his work uniform minus his socks.
"What?" He asked, tiredly and I stuck the envelope up under his nose for him to take. He took it from me and, for the third time the letter was pulled from the envelope and read. The contents of it, put a smile on my older sibling's face and the next thing I knew I was pulled into a tight hug. Tighter than what my father had given me. "Good job man, I'm glad you made it!." Vaughn exclaimed and offered a hand out for me to slap, which I did, smirking to myself still at my accomplishment.
Later that night when my mom got home, she had the same reaction of excitement and smothered me with motherly kisses and damn near hugged the life out of me. She thought it customary to call as much of the family as possible. My dad said that was 'Yankee' custom. See, my mom's from New York so go figure she'd be excited I was going to college in her home state. Some of my friends told me that the marriage of a southerner and a northener was weird. Most of the time I didn't think it was but at times like this I did. It was always funny to me when my mom and dad would make up excuses for odd things the other did. We were a strange family afterall. A 65 year old father from Georgia, a 54 year old mother from New York and two sons, born and raised in Florida, at ages 31 and 17. Talk about an age difference. So there was my mom, calling everyone, my aunt and uncle in Texas, my aunt and uncle up in some other Florida town, I can't really recall the name now, my aunt and uncle in Tennessee, and all my other aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews which by some odd chance were older than me, from my dad's first marriage, which brought in Vaughn and mine's other brother who was even older than Vaughn. He lived up in Georgia where he was born and his name was Tommy. He was the junior of my father, his name being Tom.
I departed from home two weeks later which would give me some time to settle in before the first semester started. My leave was like something out of an old movie. My family outside, helping me load things into my blue blazer which my dad had owned before me, only then it had been red and didn't have a cd player installed into it. I loaded in everything I thought I'd need, and due to my addiction to cyberworld, that included my computer and game console. I hugged and kissed my family goodbye and got on the road to drive to New York. That is if I didn't misread the map and got lost. Luckily I didn't, and made it there safe and sound. But when I did arrive it wasn't like I expected. What I thought would be a comfortable, happy town, was filled with panic and suspicion. Stories and rumors of cannibalistic murders that started two months ago in the woods near an area called the Arclay Mountains and a 'Spencer Mansion' were frequently mentioned and according to the residents of Racoon City, the murders were drawing closer and closer and had finally reached the inside of their home area, across town. At the time I didn't expect anything drastic. 'Surely it's just a crazy gang of psychos or something.' I thought. 'The police will take care of that. It's none of my business.' But very soon after, it became my business. Infact it became everybody's business. It was then, that the chaos began. My world took a turn for the worse, and I was surrounded by horrific events. My name is Clive Owens, and this is my story. This is my 'nightmare', through eyes of innocence..
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------- A/n: Not the best prologue in the world but it's the best I could come up with. PLEASE R&R and tell me if it's worth continuing. I'm really trying hard to make a good story here. Thanks.
A/n: This is my first shot at a Resident Evil fic, and my first shot at a first person perspective so please, go easy in your reviews, and no flaming, please.
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"Dear, Mr. Owens. We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend our college at Racoon University--"
I read the rest of the letter with a smirk on my face. If there was one thing I looked forward to, it had to be college. Your own room, new friends, and the further advanced education than that of a high school. Call me a nerd but education is one of the most important things to me. It used to be THE most important thing before the chaos happened. The incident that happened within a few days of me arriving at my destination and settling in. A nightmare that was going to change my life forever. But let me start from the beginning.
I folded up the letter and stuck it in the envelope as I got up from my whicker chair which was accompanied by similar outside furniture items, and walked through the front door of my home in Melbourne, Florida and into the living room where my dad, an aging man of 65, sat watching TV. Without saying a word, I did like I usually did when I recieved a paper that gave good news. I tossed it into his lap for him to look at for himself. The feeling of the envelope brushing against his hand which rested on his knee, drew his attention away from his 'Gunsmoke' show that he watched every day at 5:00. It was like a weekday ritual. He looked down at the envelope, picked it up and as he read the label, he spoke.
"What's this?" He asked in his thick, southern accent that originated from Georgia as he pulled the paper out of the envelope and unfolded it to read. It took him a few minutes to finish, but patience stayed with me as I was used to it. I hear your body slows down with age, so I guess the speed you read at does too. When he had finally finished reading a small smile came across his face as he lowered the paper into his lap and looked up at me from behind his eyeglasses. "Well, no shit?" He asked, still with his glad expression. I simply shook my head, and repeated in an answering tone, 'No shit.' He gave a soft laugh, got up, and hugged me tight then looked at me and nodded to the door across from the living room. "Go tell yer brother." I gave a brief nod before I turned and walked over to the door that lead to my brother's room, which was directly, a couple feet across from mine. I tried the door first. It was locked, so I knocked.
"What?" My brother's tired voice sounded from the otherside, and I knew he had been sleeping upon getting home from work. My brother works at the cable company, with our mom. The only difference is, he does installations while she handles customer service. He used to serve in the military but after some long years he decided to move from North Carolina back to our hometown with us. He's 31 years old and just about twice my size if you count height and physical build. Anyway, back to the point.
"Vaughn, let me in." He said, placing my knuckles on my hips as I waited for him to open the door.
"What for?" He called back.
I rolled my eyes. "Just open the door, dumbass." I probably shouldn't have said that, I thought and expected him to open the door and pull me into some feinted sleeper hold for my 'insult.' Instead, he just opened the door, rubbing his eyes, still dressed in his work uniform minus his socks.
"What?" He asked, tiredly and I stuck the envelope up under his nose for him to take. He took it from me and, for the third time the letter was pulled from the envelope and read. The contents of it, put a smile on my older sibling's face and the next thing I knew I was pulled into a tight hug. Tighter than what my father had given me. "Good job man, I'm glad you made it!." Vaughn exclaimed and offered a hand out for me to slap, which I did, smirking to myself still at my accomplishment.
Later that night when my mom got home, she had the same reaction of excitement and smothered me with motherly kisses and damn near hugged the life out of me. She thought it customary to call as much of the family as possible. My dad said that was 'Yankee' custom. See, my mom's from New York so go figure she'd be excited I was going to college in her home state. Some of my friends told me that the marriage of a southerner and a northener was weird. Most of the time I didn't think it was but at times like this I did. It was always funny to me when my mom and dad would make up excuses for odd things the other did. We were a strange family afterall. A 65 year old father from Georgia, a 54 year old mother from New York and two sons, born and raised in Florida, at ages 31 and 17. Talk about an age difference. So there was my mom, calling everyone, my aunt and uncle in Texas, my aunt and uncle up in some other Florida town, I can't really recall the name now, my aunt and uncle in Tennessee, and all my other aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews which by some odd chance were older than me, from my dad's first marriage, which brought in Vaughn and mine's other brother who was even older than Vaughn. He lived up in Georgia where he was born and his name was Tommy. He was the junior of my father, his name being Tom.
I departed from home two weeks later which would give me some time to settle in before the first semester started. My leave was like something out of an old movie. My family outside, helping me load things into my blue blazer which my dad had owned before me, only then it had been red and didn't have a cd player installed into it. I loaded in everything I thought I'd need, and due to my addiction to cyberworld, that included my computer and game console. I hugged and kissed my family goodbye and got on the road to drive to New York. That is if I didn't misread the map and got lost. Luckily I didn't, and made it there safe and sound. But when I did arrive it wasn't like I expected. What I thought would be a comfortable, happy town, was filled with panic and suspicion. Stories and rumors of cannibalistic murders that started two months ago in the woods near an area called the Arclay Mountains and a 'Spencer Mansion' were frequently mentioned and according to the residents of Racoon City, the murders were drawing closer and closer and had finally reached the inside of their home area, across town. At the time I didn't expect anything drastic. 'Surely it's just a crazy gang of psychos or something.' I thought. 'The police will take care of that. It's none of my business.' But very soon after, it became my business. Infact it became everybody's business. It was then, that the chaos began. My world took a turn for the worse, and I was surrounded by horrific events. My name is Clive Owens, and this is my story. This is my 'nightmare', through eyes of innocence..
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------- A/n: Not the best prologue in the world but it's the best I could come up with. PLEASE R&R and tell me if it's worth continuing. I'm really trying hard to make a good story here. Thanks.