From the broken, the ones that lived.
Hey everyone. :)
So, this is my fanfiction point job made for someone in DA (Taryn93) that will take place in Resident Evil universe with the main character being Taryn's OC, also named Taryn. I just wanted to tell you that things will roll a bit different than my usual style.
In my previous fanfictions I used a more "easy" language, because I didn't know how people would like my writing style, which is a bit more technical and precise. I like to describe things in details and use complicated words, but this style is most often used in Portuguese – Brazillian language, which is my birth one. In order to be able to achieve this style I would have to write it in Portuguese and then translate it to English.
This is exactly what I'm going to do.
By this time you might have thought that it's really a lot of work. It's like writing two fanfictions at a time! And considering I'm planning on making 20 chapters of this it would take me more than 2 months to have everything up.
The solution I found is trying to make chapters shorter. Explaining: My general chapters have 2k – 6k words, instead of making them that long I would write a maximum 1k and resume it that way, making the English/Portuguese translation take about 2k words, which reaches the old chapter rate I have. This also works for content because I can update it more often instead of taking a whole month to give an update (Latest GOTG Fanfiction knows :D).
So that's it, I'm sorry about the long introduction, I hope you enjoy the fanfiction. :)
"A name defines your freedom, your mark as a living being… When you realize what this means, you shall see that there is always something fighting for. No matter how alone you are, or how dark the world can be."
"Your name is now Taryn, Taryn Dallas."
"You are free."
Taryn's consciousness returned in bits, flooding her senses and mind with information regarding her surroundings. She wasn't surprised to notice that she was still feelings a slight disorientation and dizziness, even with her eyes closed she felt like she was numbing. A soft buzz took place in her ears.
Slowly she opened her eyes, trying to regain focus. She was lying on her stomach, both her arms were stinging. When she placed her hands in the floor, she took notice that they started hurting as well. Her nostrils, trained to feel even the slightest of scents, caught a soft metallic smell, which multiplied itself into many others.
Blood…
The closest one was comings from herself. Supported on her knees, she checked out arms and palms of hands. Both were cut by the glass, fallen and scattered on the floor of the entire environment. Feeling a bit better, she analyzed the environments with a deeper look. The room was dark, but her gray eyes, characteristic of a Primal, adjusted themselves with fantastic speed. The place was bathed in a red light that was coming out of broken Windows. Taryn could feel a cold breeze, what she knew that meant a place with great heights. A building, she thought. Nevertheless, the atmosphere was warm, yellow and orange flames painted the surrounding of other constructions, exposed through the broken Windows.
Slowly, Taryn got up. Still numbing, considering her condition. She touched the walls around to stand firm, continuing to evaluate the environment. There were several tables scattered around and dropped by the wayside, papers and brochures covering torn much of floor varnish, mixed with shards of glass from computer screens and remains of the windows.
Taryn walked the halls of debris, examining what she could to discover about the recent events. A bit slumberous, a lot seemed to be vague, causing her to have to give more of a look at certain things. In addition, she noticed some dark red spots several places, especially on the walls. In certain spots, round holes were scattered at regular intervals. Taryn touched some of them, feeling the texture and composition. Her mind began to tingle with many combat-analysis strategies.
"Sub Machineguns, pistols, automatic rifles. Followed fire, multiple targets. Focus on vitals. Splatters indicate moving victims. Missing bodies, not dragged."
When she took her hand off, she noticed the blood on her own hand. Taking a closer look on the wounds, she evaluated their state. None of them were deep, but were bad enough to cause some damage. Her healing-factor would be able to cure it in a moment, but they had to be covered in order to avoid any possible infection. Fortunately, the room also had colored ribbons scattered. Taryn though they were brought for a party or celebration.
Carefully, Taryn picked one that was neither dirty nor tainted and wrapped around her arms and palms skillfully, finishing off with a strong knot. She also checked her pants and shirt for any holes or tears. Fortunately, both were intact.
Checking her pockets she missed her twin blades. There was no way she would keep going unarmed, and because of that she walked to the place where she had woke up, snapping her boots on the broken glass. Taryn checked the ruble and pushed some of the tables out of the way. After a couple minutes, she found both knives lying aside each other. Beyond a few scratches, the blades were intact.
Slowly, Taryn slid her finger on the blade's edge, causing a superficial cut. She cleaned the blood taking notice, satisfied, that they were still shard. She was about to sheathe them, when a click and a voice came from behind her.
"Drop the knives, slowly."