Time Crisis: Ultimatum…
Summary: The World is in peril once more but the good guys can't seem to get any Intel, so they send in their best men... but it seems the bad guys have a new agenda; they want the heroes for their own judgements... and they've taken the whole world hostage to get them... (TC 1, II, 3 & 4 combo – Evan B. centred)
Disclaimer: This is a crossover fan-fiction story of the Game; Time Crisis Series, and is in no way affiliated with the actual game. All characters and other materials related to the game that are used are not intended to infringe on any Copyrights. Elemental-Zer0 takes sole responsibility for any mistakes or offence that may be taken but truly not meant. However, any characters that are not related to any copyrights are copyrighted to Elemental-Zer0 as is the story plot.
Warnings: This is an AU (Alternate Universe) Fic, meaning it does not follow the script or story of the Games… Well it might do in some areas but that's purely coincidental because I've only ever played TC4 in the arcade. Also all translations were done online with an online translator. If you can speak the languages I'm trying to translate and if you know it's wrong, could you please let me know because we all know online translators are sh-bleeeeep-…Thanks!
Authors Note: Ok, so this is a combination fic of Time Crisis 1, II, 3 & 4. But I've only ever played TC4 so all other info about the games I managed to find on Wikipedia. If I've got something terribly wrong, let me know, k? And yes I realise I've already got something wrong as Monmon-la pointed out in her review for the Preview, I know the villains were never caught in the games… but as I told her, perhaps that just means there's a prequel to this fic coming? Thanks Monmon-la!
As always, let me know what you think, but no flames please. If you have any criticism to make please do it politely otherwise I shall ignore your words. (It's happened before, I'm sorry to say, and I hadn't even posted any chapters…)
Prologue:
Thunder rumbled angrily outside. A howling wind raced through the old wooden house while the rain hammered at the windows as though in protest of what was about to happen.
A young woman sat morosely in the middle of the draughty room; wrists chained to a ring-pull on the floor. Even though she was of French origin, she wore a simple yellow yukata with her hair ornately decorated with pins and flowers.
Thunder rumbled again, softly this time; as though sympathising with the young woman's predicament. Slowly, she pulled her hands up to her swollen stomach and caressed the warm bump lovingly… before letting a few tears fall silently down her cheek.
"He's angry…" The voice didn't scare her; she'd been expecting this visitor.
"I know." She said, still caressing her belly. The visitor stepped forward into the room, revealing herself to be no more than a young teenaged girl, barely fourteen years old, her pretty face harbouring a practiced scowl. She stopped just beside the young woman, her cold eyes showing no sympathy but her presence being there screaming other wise.
"More so than he's ever been…" She continued, crossing her arms and leaning on her right hip. The young woman couldn't lift her eyes, couldn't face the child for the shame that she felt.
"I know." Her voice wobbled, an apology if but a small one. She knew the child would catch it, knew she'd understand.
The girl clenched her fists in her arms, before looking away from the woman. Remorse for what was to be said already threatening her dry eyes.
"He's going to kill you…" She didn't want it to be true, but it was. Her father was the intolerable type and would not tolerate such betrayal.
The young woman bowed her head lower, letting more tears escape her soft heart.
"I know…"
Thunder rumbled again loudly, unafraid to show its defiance and outrage while the rain only pounded harder at the glass windows, attacking with all their force but for nought. The woman was still, the girl shifting from one foot to the other casually.
They were quiet for a time.
"Sharon…" The woman spoke, finally lifting her eyes to look at the child before her. "Will you do something for me?" She asked, her eyes begging and pleading. Sharon, the girl, shifted her weight again and waited for the woman to continue. "When she's born… will you take her away? ...Take her away from all this?"
Suddenly a crack of thunder deafened the room, a resounding echo of the young mother's plea. And Sharon couldn't look away from the fearful eyes that seemed to ask for so little yet so much at the same time.
She struggled for words. The idea was insane. The planning alone for such an act would take years… and to suggest such an act of betrayal against her own family; her own father!
"Father would skin me alive!" She hissed, falling to her knees before the woman. He'd done it before, she'd seen. It hadn't been a fun memory.
"I know you can do it. I've seen you at work. I know how you think… You'll find a way to do it… Please." The woman's eyes had almost made the decision for her. "You know that what your father's doing is wrong. You know he shouldn't be able to get away with all of this! At least spare this baby that…" She trailed off, a look of shock and terror on her face. Sharon stared; confused until the woman looked down at the mat she was knelt on… Sharon followed her gaze and her eyes widened to the size of saucers.
Her waters had just broken.
Panicking now, she shot her head up and locked Sharon's gaze with her own frightened one. "Please! Promise me she'll have a better life! Promise me you'll get her away from this!" She squeaked in a frightened hiss. Too stunned to think straight, Sharon merely stared at her before turning coldly on the woman and rushing outside to call for the midwives.
How dare that traitor ask her for such absurdities?! The nerve!
She paused. Could she…?
Would she…?
A/N: Yes these aren't TC characters; these are my own for the plot development. But don't worry; next chapter will see mainly the TC4 unit… so keep reading!