Book 2: I'm Looking for a Savior
1 Chapter 1 Adventure/Tragedy - Jake's Prequel, "Just a Poor Boy" Re-writing over-written chapters. Oopse :(
2 Chapter 2 Adventure/Romance - Resident Evil 6, Jake's campaign "I'm Looking for a Savior" Re-writing over-written chapters. Oopse :(
3 Chapter 3-4 Romance/Drama Post-RE6 Romance, "Three Days Grace" Complete
4 Chapter 5-7 Romance/Drama/Adventure/Hurt/Tragedy Post-RE6, "A New Purpose: Operation Orphan" Complete
5 Chapter 8-10 Romance/Drama/Adventure/Hurt/Comfort, "Child of the Chrysalis: The Hunger Within" Complete
6 Chapter 11-12 Adventure/Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Romance, "Broken Glass" Complete
7 Chapter 13-15 Adventure/Drama/Romance/Hurt/Comfort, "A Complicated Life" Complete
8 Chapter 16-18 Adventure/Drama/Romance, "Save the World Tomorrow" Complete
9 Chapter 19+ Adventure/Drama/Romance, "A Life Less Ordinary: Resident Evil 6.5" In progress
Just a reminder: I am avoiding a detailed recap of RE6. I am going to breeze through the parts I don't want to add to so please notice the stuff I do emphasize on. I am so OCD that I will watch every second of the videos 50 times just to catch every smirk and glimmer in their eyes. Trying not to torture myself here. :)
With that, I am going to try to put each game campaign chapter into one or two chapters so please enjoy and try not to review too harshly on areas of obvious hastiness. :)
My God do I prefer free-writing to recaps...
Also, for new readers, please excuse newbie sentence structure in the first eight chapters. I could probably have moved them into a couple chapters but I have so much written now and you can only save so many documents at once before it's turned into a story. The flow is much better from chapter 9 on.
"Sweet confetti, I'm looking for a saviour. Finding it hard to break the change. Nothing venture nothing gained. Don't Like You But I'm Impressed." Impressed, Natalie Imbruglia
She wore a fur trimmed coat over black thermal suit. Her short bob fluttering in her wake. Her brown knee high boots clicked as she checked each room. This was the place, was it not? Sneaking in here was tedious. She had to climb through rubble and vents. Not every day did a girl sneak into the broken down mercenary outpost.
She bolted up the stairs and rushed around a corner, stopping in the hallway. She brushed a blonde lock out of her grey-blue eyes. "Finally." One glance at this group of mercenaries told she found her rendezvous in Edonia. A badge on their jacket sleeves confirmed their affiliation. A red patch, black spider and an orange ribbon that read "La Vida Neuova."
She watched them inject themselves with a large syringe. They writhed in pain as their eyes multiplied in number. She pressed her back against the wall. "Yep, defiantly the right place." Where was her target? He had yet to endure his deployment duties today according to her intel, he was just moved to this location of the city. "This is the Resistance headquarters." She could have sworn her GPS was mocking her.
She carefully ran to the entrance of the next locker room. It was jammed. The war was definitely taking its toll on civilian buildings. She reached the door to the next room over. A man whistled to himself as he paced the room. Cropped red hair, piercing blue eyes, scar on the left side of his face... "Bingo. We have a winner..."
She was started by a shuffle and hid against the wall instinctively. "Damn it." Too late. She had to give up her target to remain undetected. Hopefully he wouldn't be noticed. Her orders were to get him back in one piece. She ran down the hall to another room and crawled through a hole in the hallway. She looped back around and dashed across the hall. She was now in the room beside her target, separated by a wall. She heard a scuffle going on in the room. No enemies in sight but the door she once tried to use was on the floor of her target's room. "I hope i'm not too late!"
She charged into the room to see that her target could handle himself. An enemy lay at his feet.
"Did you take your dose?" She blurted out from the darkness, panting. Her heels clicked as she ran to assess her target. No injuries. He was the only one to not become a J'avo. He had to be the target. "Good."
Jake looked up, barely startled as the blonde stepped into the light. She was cute. A voice as light as air. Petite. Panting like she just had a good time with Jakey boy. Little blue scarf around her neck that brought out her eyes. Out of place in this war though.
"Yeah," he said slyly, checking her out. "If you want your own hit you need to sign up with the lady downstairs." He looked at his victim's body for a brief moment as it disintegrated then shook his head at the blonde. "I don't recommend it though."
The blonde checked her wristwatch. "No question." She started towards the door to a shaft in the wall. Her sexy heels clacking behind her and hip waddle obviously distracting Jake, "You've got the antibodies."
"Thank you very much." That's a new pickup line... "Wait a minute... That's no pickup line." He watched her pull the door open. "Wait, what?" He stepped towards her, his senses returning but now bewildered by her new comment.
She stepped towards him intensely. "You could be the key to saving this world Jake Muller."
He smirked and cocked his head. "This little blonde has to be bat-shit crazy. Sneaking into a battlefield without a scratch and now... Fuck." His thoughts were immediately interrupted by more enemies. Jake smirked before hoping up into the shaft entrance. "Better save myself first!"
Jake hit the flooded basement with a thud and a grunt. Could very well be the sewer from the looks... and smell. He looked behind him after hearing gunshots from the shaft. No girl. Okay... she didn't make it. He took a few steps forward looking for a way out. Sploosh. A cute little grunt came from behind him. That was unexpected. "Ice cream beauty" fell on her ass. "Not as graceful as she looks."
"Lose something?" He tried to look as concerned as he could. That really was a tough fall.
"Just my balance." She dusted herself off, regal as ever. "Yuck... garbage water... Just like in Racoon City... I save his ass and he doesn't even help me up?" She swallowed her pride, nose in the air. "I'm fine." She put her hands on her hips as if to say, "Thanks for the catch asshole." She pulled out a flip-open badge.
"Great, is angel face going to arrest me?" He walked past her, bumping her badge out of the way with his hand. "Yeah yeah yeah, good for you but now is not the time." He pointed to the shaft. Then continued on his way.
She looked up, "So there are some brains behind that one. I wonder how many of these things we will have to deal with. This complicates things."
"You comin'?" He nearly startled her. Seemed rhetorical like he didn't care if she was or not.
She threw her hand up in annoyance. "After you." What she really thought was. "Go ahead ass... This is going to be a long day... A really long day..."
The quiet basement led to a violent battle before them. All that separated them from the carnage was a door. Sherry took a deep breath. What she hated most was having to explain herself to others. She hoped to avoid it at all costs. Jake and Sherry crossed the threshold into the unknown. So long as she had to explain what was going on around them and not herself she would be fine. Jake was starting to get pissed off being everyone's target, left right and center.
"Those things are J'avo. Your entire platoon is one of those J'avo now! You are dressed just like them." Several J'avo were before them, carrying rocket propelled grenades around other weapons, battling on land and air with BSAA troops. Jake knew what the BSAA was. Chances are in his job, he'd come up across all sorts of people.
"Look at this circus." Jake shook his head as he reloaded his 909. "Do you have any popcorn?"
"Stop gawking! We don't have time!" Sherry spat at him. They briefly separated as an explosion erupted before them. Jake fell through the floors of a crumbling house.
They reunited and met up in a little shack that was still standing near the edge of the battle.
"Alright. first thing's first." Jake barely made eye contact as he was looking out a barred window, staying alert for another intrusion. "I want $200,000 uo front, another $200,000 when this is over. Oh and B.O.W.s?" He turned to face her, a hand on the window. He cocked his gun and a smirk, "Those are extra." He returned to his window. Sherry shook her head and marched over as he continued. " An additional grand... Each."
"I'm not here to hire you." She stared into his deep blue eyes. "Is this guy for real?"
"What?" He cocked his head again, "Why are you here for?" He sighed to himself, "Sexual favors at a time like this? Only on my birthday... and it isn't my birthday."
Sherry looked solemnly into his eyes. "Your blood."
Jake smirked with a tsk and avoided her gaze. "What are you, the Red Cross?"
"No, listen!" She said sternly, "Those things that attacked us. They were all exposed to a new virus called the C-Virus." Jake looked around the room trying to be interested until she caught his attention. "The same strain that you just took a dose of!"
He stared at her like she had tentacles coming out of her head. A look of shock and realization came over him as he touched the place on his neck that he had injected himself. He was dazed as if in a dream as he was deep in his own thoughts. She continued anyways.
"It didn't affect you because you've got the antibodies." She stepped toward him, trying to get things through to him. "Right now we are racing against a global bio-terrorism attack," she emphasized her point with her voice, "and we needed a vaccine yesterday!" She saw him contemplating her words. He turned to face her. She pleaded with him. "We need you, Jake." She sighed, "We need your blood."
Jake dropped his gaze and stepped toward the window. Sherry had his attention now. "Will he do it?" She was at a loss for any means of forcing him to come. She was no match for him and he was the only hope left to save the world. He cocked his head again. "That can't be good." She thought. Jake stroked his chin and cocked his head again as Sherry waited desperately in silence for his response. "Who would say no to this? He is going to say yes right?"
"50 million dollars." He said it with no pity.
"What?" Sherry gasped, "Is this man for real? Or did that explosion knock one too many screws loose from his head!?"
"Cash. Non-negotiable." He shook his head.
"He's serious... My boss is going to just love this..."
"That'll get you..."
"Now I know how you really got that scar on your cheek..."
He put his finger up and smirked, "1 pint."
Through the next door they had to cross a broken pathway. Sherry compared Jake to a circus acrobat as she took the long way around. He thought of her as being the circus dwarf, though he wondered if she'd make a great contortionist... Smirking, he decided he would try to stay on her good side.
Being out numbered by J'avo, he asked her for her opinion,
"Fight or flight."
"Flight! There's too many of them!" It led them to a doorway that they kinda wished they hadn't opened.
"Introducing, Ms. Big & Ugly International!" Jake thought to himself as they came face to face with a giant, not so friendly looking freak. Jake pissed Sherry off by shooting off at a compressed tank before them, trying to blow Big & Ugly up.
"Thanks for the warning!" Sherry mouthed off.
Jake pointed behind her. "Ummm..." They watched in horror for a moment as the freak crushed a J'avo in two with its mechanical hand in a "you're next" gesture.
"Okay," He sighed, turning to run, "We go with you plan..." They ran as fast as they could. "Son of a bitch he's strong." Jake growled as the creature broke all the barriers they just jumped.
"RUN!" Sherry shrieked as they dashed like rabbits before a pride of lions. They barely made it out of there alive. They took a leap of faith and when Jake crashed to the haphazard floorboards between the two buildings that separated Sherry and that thing, Sherry was catapulted in the air.
Jake wanted to chuckle for a moment as he saw her desperately swinging to a rope without momentum.
"Jake!" She cried out. He scrambled to his feet as Big and Ugly pounced at them.
"It's always something with women!" Jake leaped the distance and grabbed Sherry, wrapping his arms around her protectively. They crashed through a tiny, warehouse window and rolled to their feet.
It seemed that monster would just not stop tracking Jake until she got him to the States. All the while, Jake kept nagging about his 50 million dollars. She had to keep him alive even if he was a pain in the ass. Besides, he could handle himself on the battlefield. That made Sherry's job a lot easier. Heck, she even volunteered him to help take down a B.O.W. for the BSAA.
"Thanks for volunteering me, babe." Sherry rolled her eyes at Jake as he continued. "You know... My life expectancy looked a lot better as a soldier of fortune..."
After the battle and helping the BSAA get their mission done, Jake and Sherry were whisked off magically in a BSAA aircraft, courtesy of the "jar-head" Jake didn't like for looking at him funny. Jake had a good laugh at Sherry's expense when her boss accepted the 50 million dollar request. She just hoped he could stop nagging her now. Awkward silence passed slowly until Big and Ugly showed up again. Nothing like a mid-air gun fight to get a conversation rolling. Jake and Sherry narrowly escaped death once again, or so they thought...
Big & Ugly was climbing his way to Jake and Sherry as they scrambled to shoot him off. They slid to the open cargo hatch at the back as their ride went down.
"Get your own helicopter, asshole!" Jake yelled.
"Shoot the gas tank!" Sherry cried in desperation. They tumbled out the back and grasped the edge for dear life as the BSAA helicopter they were in lost velocity and altitude. "Look! Parachutes!"
The cargo came pouring toward them. Jake's fingers barely touched the edge of a parachute, grabbing it in the nick of time. He slapped Sherry's hand off the helicopter, startling her. He grabbed her arm tightly and pulled her to his back as they entered free-fall. As soon as he felt she was secure, he checked if they were clear of the wreckage and pulled the release. Shoot up! He sighed in relief that was short lived. The helicopter crashed into a cliff overhead, its debris spilling over onto their shoot, shredding it. "FUCK." Jake sighed, grasping the shoot tightly.
Sherry wrapped her legs around Jake's knees. "Here we go again..."
Jake felt Sherry let go of him as they tumbled in free-fall. "Shit. The velocity must have knocked the wind out of her." He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. She was still alive. He watched as the ground approached quickly. With all his strength he turned in mid-air to cushion Sherry's fall. His life didn't flash before him this time. All he could think of was Sherry. Just who was she? Now he'd never know. Why did he even want to know? He cradled the base of her skull and neck with one hand, his other draped down her back to support her spine. He hoped the snow would be soft.
She'd have his blood, dead or alive. That he knew. He was sure the snow could preserve it. He ran his fingers through her short silky hair. "You have to live. I don't have to... Not since mom died..." He was a nobody. No one to care for. No one to miss him. His career was based on taking life at the expense of his own. She could have a family... a lover... a child... Claire... Was that the BSAA guy's sister? Claire... So she had someone worth living for... "That explains the short hair." Jake breathed her scent in deeply, the fur on her hood tickling his nose. "At least my last thoughts are something worth thinking." Jake chuckled to himself with a smirk, "I bet Claire is the bull-dyke, judging from her bro... Always wanted to die with a girl on top of me... Momma... I'm coming... Please be there..." His thoughts went blank as he hit the snow.
Sherry awoke to a thud. Her face was full of snow and Jake was below her. His arms were so tight she could barely move. He was unconscious. "Had he saved me?" She looked at his sleeping face. "So peaceful for once. He's kind of handsome when he shuts up." She heard a whizzing noise and looked up. Too late! There helicopter's blades came spinning out of control above them. Sherry pulled Jake with all of her might and rolled out of the way... almost.
She threw her head back and howled in pain. She could see the blades in the distance. A large piece of shrapnel was in her. Jake's arms were still around her. Was he dead? Sherry groaned as she checked his vitals. He was still alive. She tried once more to remove herself from him. She had to get the metal out! Everything faded into snow before her eyes. "Just great..." Sherry knew she could die. She was obviously never pushed far enough to see how much it would take... it would take a lot. Maybe this was it.
Only End Note I have is read the lyrics or listen to the song "Impressed" by Natalie Imbruglia. Totally reminds me of Jake and Sherry's partnership at this point.
"This is My December... This is My Snow Covered Home..." My December, Linkin Park
Jake awoke in the snow. His head hurt like a bitch. He groaned as he forced his eyes open. "Snow everywhere. Its cold as fuck. Fuzzy shit in my face... My hand is wet and warm... Blood!?" He gasped, "Fuck. Sherry? Where's Sherry!?." He saw the blonde's hair nestled on his shoulders, her arms dangling over him. He gasped at the realization of what took place. "Fuck. It's Sherry's." He crawled out from under her in a panic. She whimpered as he moved her. That's when he saw the shrapnel. Was his mind playing tricks on him? She couldn't live through that. He watched her for a moment, paralyzed with fear. She whimpered and groaned again. "She's, she's alive...? How...?" He looked at the ground, his fingers on his chin. He was searching with his eyes for invisible answers in the snow.
"What do I do?" He gasped out loud to himself.
"Pull it out." She demanded with a weak breath, startling him.
Jake snapped his head back to the gruesome sight before him. There was already so much blood.
"No." He hovered above the shrapnel, pain evident in his voice, hesitating. "You'll bleed to death..."
"Please." She pleaded, insisting, gasping in pain.
Jake pursed his lips together. He frowned as his hands went towards her back. She would die soon anyways. They were in a snow storm at the ends of the Earth and nothing in sight. At least he could grant this one last request for her, to end it quickly. He paused again as he put his large hands on the metal, almost begging her to stop him. Jake had never ended a woman's life before, mercenary or not. He wasn't even there when his mother died. He never had to feel for his victims. He never had to look them in the eyes all alone as they died helplessly in his arms. There was a first for everything. This just wasn't right.
He took a final deep breath, gasping lightly, as his hands grasped the metal, pausing again for her to stop. He looked at her sweet face one more time, untouched by the events of the day. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Jake grunted, pulling with all his might to unburden Sherry from the cruel hand fate had dealt her. Jake had been stabbed before. He told her how he would never want to die by a blade. It was the worst death possible for a mercenary. Sherry tried to help as she tensed her body, groaning and writhing, trying to keep her composure. With a loud grunt he got it out. Sherry cried out loudly in pain and fell to the floor. She raised herself on her forearms, whimpering, forcing herself up. She couldn't keep it together.
"Why, why is she doing this to herself? It's over angel... Save your strength..." All Jake could do was watch as she fought to her feet.
A sickly sound erupted from her back as it oozed and pulled itself shut. Jake was speechless, frozen at the sight. Sherry fell one more time before gaining her composure, gasping as she propped herself up on her arms, leaning on one hip.
Jake was still staring. Sherry felt like crying. "Here I am on display again. I am vulnerable at my strongest." She continued to gasp and moan as the sick, painful feeling of flesh and bone mending took over her body. Jake's mouth still hung open. She could see the look of fear and... betrayal? She couldn't face him, not right now. Her blood pumped, her bone marrow worked hard to produce antibodies and red blood cells. Her heart beat faster. She hated this feeling... Almost as much as she hated sharing her experiences and who she was.
Jake broke the silence for her. He gestured a pause with his hand in disbelief.
"What the hell?" He pointed at her back, still in shock. Sherry lowered her head, still gasping in pain. " Want to tell me what the hell just happened?"
Sherry shook her head, trying to lift her eyes to his gaze. She couldn't. Not yet. She breathed deeply, trying to calm all the things happening in her body. Jake looked deeply concerned, but only for a moment. The anger flashed back in his eyes as he pursed his lips and looked away.
Sherry held in her thoughts,"Oh god no, I'm not one of those J'avo. Please don't think that..."
"Maybe it's your blood they should be testing for antibodies."
That stung her harder than the storm whipping snow across her face. Time to "fess up." She hated doing this.
"They already did..." Sherry swallowed her pride again, looking at him sincerely. "More than I can stand." He looked deeply into her blue-grey eyes. The snow beat the blood off of her white jacket. A sadness lay in those blue pools of water, deeper than Marianna's Trench. It choked at his heart. He snapped his head away with a small grunt. He felt shame eat at his conscience. His gaze wandered again to the puddle of blood Sherry was in.
For a girl that just came back from the grip of death, she moved fast. He forced himself up, his body battered and broken. Sherry looked around, bewildered in the snow. He threw his arms out. "What are you doing?"
She stared hopelessly at her phone, panicking. "The data's gone."
His head throbbed, his body ached, he wanted to do nothing but put his head down and rest... She was now getting annoying as fuck again.
Her words dug into his conscience as she went on about data and losing his gnome and blood profile.
"No. You mean everything I need to get my 50 million." Jake's eyes were back on the prize... Money. he made a fist in the air and huffed. One look at her and her desperation... and he couldn't help it... She was growing on him. "Well... C'mon super girl, let's get looking." Sherry raised her head, barely able to meet his gaze. Her heart skipped a beat. At least he accepted she wasn't one of them.
They fought their way through the storm and J'avo to find all the data chips, then took up shack in a cabin nearby. Jake was pissed. The "nice hot pot of coffee" he wanted to put on was empty and the power was out. At least there was firewood. He sat on the table, flicking his lighter, while Sherry paced around impatiently. Edonia was cold, but the mountains were just brutal. Night was in full swing. Neither felt like taking a nap, either out of anxiety, fear of a pending attack, or wicked metabolism from their respective viruses. He stood watch from his position, occasionally glancing over to the blonde who was lost in her deep, sad thoughts. He kept flicking his lighter opened and closed.
"Awkward silence." Jake thought to himself as he looked over at Sherry again. "Yep... I bet she'd make a mean contortionist..." Sherry gave him a dirty look. That lighter was pissing her off. Jake sighed and slapped his lighter onto the table, walking over to the window to check for any J'Avo. Sherry nodded her head and reached her arm for the door, breaking the silence.
"I'll go get help." She said desperately, "It can't be that much further to the rendezvous."
"Woah, woah, woah, wait!" Jake barely grabbed the door... and the petite blonde as the door blew open. He cradled her in his right arm, using all of his strength to shut the door and not let go of her. She was paralyzed with helplessness as Jake forced the door shut. He grunted against the raging snow. Sherry looked at him with both embarrassment and annoyance as she looked into his deep blue eyes. She was a prisoner to the weather, with Jake Muller as her watch. She had a good look at how handsome he was. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and glee. Being captive with a cutie wasn't that bad.
"Get a hold of yourself Birkin..." she sighed to herself. "He is Jake Muller... A wanted insurgent... The son of Albert Wesker... A murderer for hire... Not to mention a really sarcastic, money hungry, pain in the ass..." She sighed again, "He's also cute... and knows your secret..." Sherry stepped back, flustered, annoyed, trapped... She slid down the wall, tucking her knees to her chest and rubbed her arm. That door really had kick. How could she be so stupid... She dove back into her own thoughts...
Jake learned his forearm against the window. He looked for J'avo in the snow. "Still clear." He watched Sherry's reflection from the window, feeling bad about having to keep her here, as if it was his fault. Her sadness pulled at his heart strings. Such strength and intelligence, in a pretty little package, wrapped up in so much sadness. He just didn't know what to say. He couldn't imagine what happened to her. Sherry couldn't take the awkward stares anymore. She didn't want to face him. She didn't want to talk about it. He was just another job, not a friend, not an acquaintance. This day had to end.
Jake thought of all the events of the day. The explosions that happened. The gunfire. The fact that this tiny little blonde got into his mercenary outpost in the middle of a shit storm. Not a single scratch on her perfect porcelain skin. It all made sense now. Was she a B.O.W.? Sherry felt his fiery gaze upon her. She looked up, then looked away. Jake hadn't have accepted her like she thought. "Lucy, you got some splainin to do." Sherry wrapped her arms around her legs and looked up to the ceiling like it could take her away from this moment. Jake walked over and casually sat down to her right.
"So." Jake started, "Have you always been this way? The whole 'healing' thing." He looked over to Sherry, who stared at her feet. She looked up at him slowly and spoke about her father. The curse that was bestowed upon her. She delivered the facts like she had done this a million times before, leaving out the ugly details. Jake apologized sincerely, hearing the hidden pain in her voice. He tried to make a joke about her "super powers." She cut him off about it not being the point. The people she met along the way is what she took from it, not the pain that happened or followed.
Sherry continued to explain herself, her reason for being. "I guess I've always been trying to live up to their example. Never giving up. No matter the odds..."
Jake closed his eyes. He put his head back, deep in thought as he listened to her. He sighed. Being a mercenary, you are never left to your own thoughts. It's what he liked about the life. He looked at Sherry for a brief moment, now understanding all that she was... The vulnerability behind that sexy, unbreakable body. He pinned her to the floor of the cabin, startling Sherry. She thought he was going to kiss her... Or take advantage... Gun shots rang out in the night. She gasped slightly. He looked deeply into those grey-blue eyes again and cocked his head as he smirked. "Speaking of odds."
Jake and Sherry took to either side of the window as the J'avo approached the cabin. He gave her that smirk that was starting to grow on her.
"Looks like we got some party crashers..." He cocked his gun and nodded his head at Sherry. "This cabin's invitation only."
Jake and Sherry were surrounded. They found off as many as they could before the cabin door was blown off with an explosive. They made their way to snowmobiles as an avalanche started. "Shit, I told them to keep the noise down!" Jake always had a way of words at the wrong time... They raced the avalanche, ice raising and drifting below them as they went. They ditched their snowmobiles, jumping a cavern below, having to make their way on foot. Jake scooped Sherry up with one arm, holding her hand as she lost her footing. They ran until they reached a small cave entrance and dropping in, hopefully to safety.
Jake and Sherry rose to their feet, Jake stretching his neck. They were at the bottom of the cavern. "Are you ok?" Sherry asked Jake with genuine concern.
Jake brushed himself off. "Don't worry about me. I'm built like a tank."
"Ok, then." She sounded offended, "I won't."
Jake crunched the ice beneath his feet happily. Finally, a moment of peace. His musical ear was turned to the sounds they made in the cavern.
"Woah... Nice acoustics. Watch your step."
"I wonder how far this mine goes." Sherry was bounding behind him. They opened a door that lead to... Their favorite stalker...
They stole a key card in silence and tried to sneak away. Jake and Sherry continued onward, trying desperately to avoid that son of a bitch. Their personalities clashing along the way. "How do you like that sucker?" Jake chuckled.
"Quiet, he'll hear you!" Sherry shushed back. She'd bit her tongue and resisted the urge to shoot him as they dashed to safety. Too late. The stupid door buzzed and Ugly was heading right to them. They fought him back with a bulldozer and thought they killed him.
Alas, they climbed their way through the cave. The rendezvous in sight. Battered, broken, exhausted, joyful... The sunlight nearly blinded them. Again their moment was interrupted. More J'avo... Just when you can't get enough, they are like the latest fad on sale, popping up everywhere! Jake and Sherry raised their guns, taking out as many as they can... Until Big & Ugly approached from behind them. "As if it can't get any worse..." Big and Ugly hit Sherry hard. She flew into the air, twisting like a figure skater... then crashed into the ground as her partner was too shocked to catch her. Jake was next, he just took the hit better. His weapon flew out of his hand as he hit the floor hard. Outmatched and outnumbered, Jake watched helplessly, waiting for Sherry to move. "C'mon super girl..."
Jake tried to get up but the Ugly bastard just stomped him into the ground. A familiar face. Ms. Pharmaceutical. "You know..." Jake pointed at her, a fiery look in his eyes. "Those shots of yours pack one heck of a punch lady!" She had black, short hair and wore a blue dress. A red scarf hung around her neck. She stooped down to speak to him.
"So... you're Wesker Junior..."
"Wesker?" Jake shrugged, "You lost me." Ugly weighed Jake down as he tried to face the woman.
She smirked as she talked with her hands, "Albert Wesker was a colossal imbicile. A fool who tried to destroy the world. He was also your father."
"My father?" Jake was in shock. "What?"
She ignored him, continuing, "Which makes you heir to a very special blood type." She waved her hand and Ustanak, Big & Ugly, stomped Jake's head into the ground.
"Bury me Alive because I Won't Give up Without a Fight " This is Gospel, Panic! At the Disco
Jake jumped to his feet, startled from sleep by a familiar foreign language. He was half naked in a pair of pajama pants. He ripped I.V. tubes out of his arms, the machines thrashed around the floor. "Must have knocked those over when I got up." He was surrounded by J'avo again, their many eyes fixated on him with shock rods. They shouted at him in Cantonese as he bashed heads left and right. Out numbered, a rod connected and before he knew it he went down like a rock. His head and back still hurt from Ustanak. He looked around the room, held down by enough of those bastards to keep him back. White walls everywhere. He looked at the equipment, desks, computers, hospital bed. "Oh great..." He grumbled. He glanced around for a familiar face. Did she make it? There was only one bed in this room. It was too soon to tell. All he saw outside his room was a long white hallway. He was in a corner unit.
"So... You're finally awake." That voice, black ankle high boots, a red scarf draped around her neck hung to her knee. No... That bitch... "Let me properly introduce myself." She removed her hand from her hip and stooped down. She grabbed his chin with her fingers roughly, looking him over.
Jake growled, "Hands off the merchandise lady."
"Hmmph. What a feisty little one you are..." She pulled his face up to hers painfully as the J'avo pushed into his back. He growled again and shot her a cold look.
She smiled at him. "This should prove interesting. You're stronger than your father was in his human state..." She fingered his scar with her free hand. "and nearly as handsome too." She stared into his blue eyes with her wicked brown ones. She was pretty. He'd so do her... If he wasn't restrained and she wasn't a psycho bitch. "You have all of his good traits... Including his blood..." Jake tried to bite her. She let go and let his chin hit the floor. Her eyes twinkled, intrigued by his blunt defiance. "I'm Ada Wong..." She purred, returning to her full height. She walked over to a computer and started typing, leaving him on the cold floor. "In case you are wondering how you were so easily overpowered... Yes... You are still heavily sedated..." She paused, "Or not enough so it seems... It looks like your tolerance to sedation increases with every dose... What a beautiful metabolism you have..."
"Thanks..." He smirked, wincing as they forced their weight on him, "That's the second time some bullshit about my health has sounded like a pickup line..."
She paused, chuckling at his remark, "Your father was a fool... But a magnificent one... Your genome is impeccable..." She locked the computer and approached Jake again.
"So... Are you going to behave yourself for my crew or am I going to have to sedate you again..."
Jake rolled his eyes, "Do I have a choice?"
"Tsk tsk... I'd hate it if a stronger sedative ruined your test results... I'd hate to kill such an... Intricate specimen..."
"Where's Sherry..."
"Nah-ah-ah Mr. Wesker..." She seemed to enjoy calling him that. "I ask the questions here. Now... Are you going to behave?" She pulled out a syringe from a case on the desk. "Because trust me... You won't like where this syringe is going... If you behave I will leave you unrestrained... On good behavior... But that freedom ends at this doorway."
"Fine."
She made a gesture. "Release him." Then pulled a bottle out of her case and tossed him a bottle of Vitamin D that swerved towards his head."Your reflexes are superior to most humans, even when sedated... Back to the subject, better take a couple of these daily..." She cocked her head, then shook it with a smile before walking out of the room. "You won't be seeing daylight for a while..." Her J'avo left with her, securing the door and standing guard outside. Jake threw the bottle at the door, shattering it. He would behave for now... For Sherry's sake... She had to be alive somehow... He had to do it for her.
Days turned to weeks... Weeks to months... Still the thought of Sherry being alive kept him going. He behaved through every test as they pushed him to his limits... Physically... mentally... The worst part of his ordeal was hearing about his father. This was not the way his mother said it would be. She promised him he'd understand... "Why did she have to be wrong?" Every time they brought Wesker up, he'd become more ashamed of who he was. He preferred just knowing he was some man's bastard child, some man he never met. "He left us to protect us... That's what she said... From what? His own vile bullshit he was brewing?" Jake stared at the hallway as "Ada" babbled her bullshit about his "genius, mad scientist" father that she would surpass. His immunity would not cure the virus, no... She would enhance it. At the end of all these monologues of bullshit, he would demand to know what happened to Sherry. Every time he was denied her existence.
He endured the pain, knowing they could do worse things to Sherry... It was bad enough she was a woman, but a woman who could regenerate? He clamped his eyes shut as a pain stabbed him deeply in the heart. He had been plotting a way out, trying to buy some time and earn the trust of Ada Wong. He knew they would sedate him any chance they got. He never saw anything outside of his four walls. The white was maddening him. It was so ironic, a sterile environment for the sick beasts that ran this operation. "I'm no savior... I failed to protect her... I have damned the world..."
Jake lay on his bed, hands behind his head. At least the amenities were comfy... compared to what he normally had to deal with...
"Energy booster." He smirked at the term. "This is so not market research..." He was thinking of when he met that pretty, goody two shoes blonde. Their personalities clashing around every corner. She said she didn't hate him when they were on their snow mobiles, escaping J'avo. He wished he wasn't so sarcastic. If he knew he would have felt so much for her safety... No, he admitted it... She grew on him and he missed her chatter. At least she kept him informed while his life was endangered, not like being in this shit hole. He had to find Sherry, even if it was a grave. He had to know she was ok. He wanted, no, needed that closure! She had to be mourned if she was dead. She had a friend who needed notification. He still didn't know if she had a family... How would he even tell them? "No... She can't be... My super girl has to make it through..." He furrowed his brows as he looked at looked at the ceiling. She really wasn't his. The only "his" that he owned was his money and his mother. His life didn't count since it was always on loan. He wanted to shut his thoughts of her out but just couldn't. His cold heart was melting and he didn't even know her. For all he knew, she was a B.O.W. in on this shit... "Not my super girl... Fuck... There I go again..."
Jake was slightly startled and more-so annoyed at the three armed J'avo that opened his cell. He was never left alone with his own thoughts. He sat up on the bed, ready for this shit. They paused before entering. "Only three... hmph... Reminds me of when that fucker thought I wasn't worth a bullet..." They handcuffed Jake, his hands in front of him and led him out into the white hallway. Jake paused, taking in his surroundings. He was shoved by one of the men and told off in Cantonese.
"Hey, keep moving." Jake realized his Cantonese improved listening to these idiots for six months. He had to take his training somewhere and was kind of here before.
"Sorry guys," He answered back in Cantonese, smiling as the worlds rolled out of his mouth easily, "Time to move on."
Jake lunged himself back and wrapped his cuffed wrists around the J'avo's arm and gun. He pulled back on the trigger and fired wildly as the J'avo scrambled for cover. "Fucking missed..." Jake spun around, using his momentum to slap the J'avo 1 with his own gun, then swung left, sweeping the gun to the ground. He spun on his hands, kicking the fucker in the face like Chun Li from Street Fighter. Then he swung his feet down, slamming the J'avo to the floor. He twisted around and broke the J'avo's neck between his knees with a quick jerk. Jake searched the corpse quickly for handcuff keys before the other two recovered from their shock. Jake took off his cuffs and picked up their pass key in one swift motion. He smirked as he spun around, taunting the two before him.
"I don't need a weapon to kill assholes like you!" Jake quickly disposed of them and found the power switch to the place. "Do bad-guys ever suck at architecture..." Jake smiled as he cut the lights. He jogged over to the now unlocked door before him. "Nice..." He poked his head out the door. The power was only out in his sector. He frowned as he stepped out into the light."You win some you loose some."
"Great... More J'avo..." Jake frowned as he opened a can of whoop-ass. "Goodbye shitty prison cell. It's been a real slice of heaven."
A PA system echoed through the hallways. "Two test subjects have escaped from their quarters. They must not leave the facility." a pause, "Permission to use firearms has been granted." pause, "Repeat."
"Shut the fuck up already..." Jake groaned to himself. "Wait... two?" his heart skipped a beat. "I knew she was here!" Jake found the supply room. It had an open vent and a conveniently placed ladder. He climbed through the vent and dropped down into another hallway. He took out the guards in a security room. Jake checked the door at the end of the hall. Locked, with a funny code system. He ran to the camera hoping the same code was used somewhere else. A familiar blonde bob was sneaking around on camera. She got caught and was having a hard time. "Way more guards on her side... That aint a fair fight!" He realized some of the cameras had weapons. He took out as many J'avo as he could. Sherry could heal herself but she wasn't invincible... He watched Sherry take out some of the guards with a stun rod. "My crafty little one..." Sherry hid in a locker as a J'avo ran past her. "Suckers..." She copied the code when he left, getting out of that room. The next room had even more J'avo. Jake had no time to lose. "I'm coming for you Sherry." Jake ran out of the security room. He entered the key into the door and ran off looking for her.
He crawled through another vent and dropped down into a locker room. A familiar light voice filled his ears. He spun around with a smile and was about to speak when he found himself distracted. "Damn... One hell of a sight for sore eyes." Jake covered his eyes and turned away, clearing his throat. Sherry was less clothed than he was. She looked down at herself, covering her breasts with a quick fold of her arms. Her cheeks flushed as she hid behind a door. Jake went a few lockers to the right to search for clothes. Sherry peeked around the door to make sure he wasn't looking. She felt so vulnerable for a girl that was experimented on twice. She opened conversation when she found herself some clothes that fit.
"Where are we?"
"China?" Jake shrugged, stating the obvious without enthusiasm.
"Obviously! But where?" She paused, "Why?"
Jake opened a locker that finally had some decent clothes. He cocked his head at it. "Don't know..." He sighed, "Don't care." He looked over instinctively as he heard her clothes flutter to the floor. He just couldn't tear his eyes away. He knew she had a nice little body under there but damn... He cocked his head again with a smirk, tearing his eyes away and back to the clothes. "Goddamn... I'm so gentleman like... Just shake it off, Muller. Six months with a toilet as a friend and no time for the best looking ass I've seen..." (SERIOUSLY, BEST REACTION TO NUDITY IN A GAME EVER PPL!) Her questions wasn't what had Jake annoyed. He was very happy to know Sherry was alive. He just didn't know if she'd have the answer to his questions that were building over the past few months. "I just know I'm done being their guinea pig." He was done with boredom and only himself for gym equipment. "A man has needs and that needs privacy."
Sherry buttoned her shirt and paused, turning to Jake's locker as she spoke through the door. "What did they do to you?"
"Hmph... Plenty..." Jake pulled the hanger down and took the shirt off. "They said something about using my anti-bodies..." He slipped it over his head, "To enhance the C-Virus." He tucked his pants into his shirt, adjusting his clothes, mainly out of nervousness.
"Oh no..." Sherry turned towards his locker again, adjusting her pants. "What else did they say?"
Jake paused, trying to find the words. "Do you know something about an... Albert Wesker?" The words tasted bitter as they forced their way out of his mouth.
Sherry hesitated way too long before as simple,"What." That's not what he was looking for. He cocked his head, annoyed with her.
"I'll take that as a yes." He grabbed the suspenders that was in the locker. He liked the accessory. It was different. He continued, annoyed. "They talked about him... A lot." The last two words were hot with anger.
Jake grabbed his boots and made his way to a bench in the center of the room. "I guess he had an antibody that could fight off any virus." He slammed the boots down on the bench, "Apparently..." He plunked himself behind them. "He abused his gift," He shot a quick look at Sherry who was now dressed and throwing her scarf around her neck, "took it for granted..." He laced his shoes, continuing to speak bitterly. "And then ended up turning himself into some kind of monster." Jake threw his hands up in the air. He shook his head, lifting his leg to lace his other boot. "And here I thought dear old dad was just a deadbeat that skipped out on us... no no no... he was just... A freakin' nut job that almost destroyed the world!" Jake threw his arms out in frustration and sighed, putting his fist against his forehead. He was angry and confused. Why did Sherry withhold this from him. Why did he have to learn all of this through those that held him captive. His world was spinning upside down again.
"Your father's actions..." Sherry chastised him, her eyes boring a hole into his back. "Has nothing to do with you."
Jake threw his hands in the air again, "Yeah but his blood does!" he looked at her from over his shoulder, then looked away, shaking his head, "It's the whole reason why we're even here!" His voice cracked slightly. His anger for his father, long since forgotten, spilling onto his face. "I mean, c'mon." He spat out, standing up to join Sherry at her locker. "Do you really believe that crazy doesn't run in the family?" He stared at the locker before him, "That nothing of who my father was didn't get passed on down to me?" He bent down to pick up his holster from his locker, "You of all people should know that's true. I'm just saying..." Jake shook his head and cocked his gun. He shook his head in shame, "The man that I am? The things that I've done." He put his 909 into its holster. He stared down at his feet then looked up and talked to the locker again, "At least it all makes a little more sense now." He slammed the locker shut, like it was a dirty book about his genealogy. His mother was disowned and brought to poverty for this bastard? He sold his soul because his mother married a monster.
Jake rested his hand on the locker lightly. He was lost in his frustration, faces of the dead haunting him, including his mother's. Sherry stared at him with empathy, her voice soft. He shook his head again, then faced her with that same angry, cold eyed look he used on Chris and Piers from the BSAA. "What?"
Sherry shook her head lightly, "You can blame your father all you want... but at some point," her features lost their softness, "you need to take responsibility for your own actions." She pushed passed Jake, knocking her shoulder into him with aggression and marched out of that locker room. He tried to watch her with that look until the impact jolted him. He grunted.
"That was cold..." Jake hung his head in shame, "but she's right..." He was a ball of emotion. "How could she not tell me..." He looked over his shoulder at where she went. The girl was off to get herself killed. "It's not the time for this shit..." Jake slammed his elbow into the locker and marched after her. "Daddy issues will have to wait for later..."
Jake and Sherry continued on. The facility was a huge mansion. There were several bedrooms, a lounge room, a casino. Sherry discovered that Jake could both read and speak Cantonese. He was also a musical genius. Definitely not a typical mercenary. His character was much deeper than that scar on his face. She chuckled to herself that Jake was like a scratch and win ticket. Was the prize worth it under there? Or was it really just a $2 play again with sarcasm offered as a standard free service.
Jake broke the awkward silence between battles. "So what'd they have you doing for the past 6 months."
"You name it. They were trying to research the virus I'm carrying. It was the same thing I went through after Raccoon City. And it was just as shitty the second time."
"Jeez I'm sorry." He honestly felt bad. He pursed his lips together thinking of how far they went. She didn't have a scratch on her body but he knew the mental scars were still there. "I tried super girl, I really did. Please believe me that I tried to keep you safe." He couldn't say his thoughts out loud. Yet here she was, as tough as ever. She could hold her own in a fight, if she didn't fall over so much.
Sherry's politeness with others and need to follow routine was really starting to piss Jake off. At least it lead them to a room where he found their phones. Sherry was able to steal the data from the experiments that were done to them for the past 6 months by the group they now knew as Neo-Umbrella. They raced out of the room, the exit door finally before them... Only to be met with a tank. They raced away only to be blasted to a lower floor. They ran through an indoor pond as the tank crashed through another door after them.
Jake called to Sherry, "Hang on." She fought off the J'avo as Jake found his way to a platform. He taunted the tank, making it fire on a statue. He used the statue to get up to another floor where he found a motorcycle. He yelled out to Sherry that he found their ride to get out. She was beginning to wonder if he'd abandon her when he flew out in front of the tank on a bike. Sherry scrambled to join him and they were on their way out of there. She contacted her superiors when the coast was clear. They had a new rendezvous point just up ahead.
Escaping was not as easy as they thought. A helicopter pulled up behind them. They had to avoid J'avo pursuing them on bikes, with gun fire and molotov cocktails. Vehicles were at a half randomly in their path, probably from the bio-terror outbreak in the city. They were surviving with Jake's bike stunts. He dared to hop roof tops and dive off onto the streets below. The man knew how to handle a hog. They flew off rafters and drove up ramps. The chase got more and more out of control. Sherry held onto Jake tightly, using her gun when necessary to get J'avo out of their way. She blew up a barrel when a group of J'avo tried to fire RPGs at them. Jake and Sherry flew off the rafters again. Sherry complained that the ride was starting to really hurt. Jake sarcastically promised to steal a limo next time for her. She'd pinch him if he didn't need his concentration to drive like a lunatic.
They sped up another rafter, Jake calling out for Sherry to hold onto him as tight as she could. The helicopter blasted in front of their exit, throwing Sherry off the bike and onto the helicopter. She gripped a bar on the helicopter, her grasp slipping from its smooth surface. She cried out for Jake as he hit the pavement.
"Son of a..." Jake spun the bike around.
"I can't hold on!" Sherry cried out, barely gripping with one hand.
"Yes you can. I'm coming!" He revved the bike, riding into the line of fire, avoiding falling objects that gave him cover. Sherry fell, his angel had no wings. He caught her with one arm, stopping the bike and swinging it around, her feet barely touching the ground as she hung over his arm and the bike. He pulled her on and sped away again. "You okay?"
"Yeah. Nice catch." Sherry was so grateful for his strong arms. "Jack of all trades and master of muscle..." She couldn't help but blush as she held him even tighter, feeling his tight body against her soft skin. She felt a sudden tightness in her stomach as she breathed him in. She couldn't believe she had another chance at life again because of hands of Jake Muller.
The moment was halted when the helicopter hit an oncoming gas truck. It jackknifed, cutting off their path completely. Jake tilted the bike and the pair slid safely below it, coming out at a distance on the other side. He spun the bike around again and ordered Sherry to shoot the gas leaking from the truck. Finally, a distraction... But only for the helicopter. Again they were swarmed by J'avo as they turned around and bolted for the rendezvous. They speed up another ramp and through a covered rafter, a light approaching them at the end of the tunnel. Sherry gasped, "The helicopter's back!"
Jake shook his head, "Bastard must have been waiting for us." He revved the bike harder, "Hang on!" They just barely cleared it, Jake maneuvering them over the blades, then landing on a highway. "J'avo J'avo everywhere and man they really stink!" Jake parodied the famous saying. They were ditching J'avo left and right again. "As if we didn't have enough problems already!" Their best buddy Mr. Helicopter showed back up, this time opening fire on the locks of a car-carrier. The cars rolled off the ramp before them and all over the place. They dodged the vehicles until the ramp fell down before them. "Hang on!" Jake called out to Sherry, revving the bike harder. She nuzzled her head against his back and clamped her eyes shut as they flew up the ramp and into the air. This landing was not so lucky. The bike had enough. They fell off as the bike and it rode to impact, exploding in a fiery death. "So glad that wasn't us..."
Sorry guys, seems I didn't just lost my first book's last bit or two. Will rewrite asap and put it here. I hate the 50 doc maximum OMG GRRR Gotta rewrite it (pissed off). Re-writting these is on hiatus for the week. I'm just so upset by it. I'm just glad it's recaps and not my main story. Going to back it all up to laptop now so nothing else happens. Please skip to next chap.
Sorry again :(
