I'm not one for summaries of chapters, but here's a quicky about the first
one. What we have is the converging stories of Lisa Trevor before her, well
not to spoil anything "altercations" and after them as well. Both stories
will gradually converge with important RE lore, such as Lisa's meetings and
points of view on her encounter's with the S.T.A.R.S teams, and how she
came to be dropped in the sewers of the Umbrella treatment plant. This
story has good reviews so far, and so I will continue to write until I
start sucking, I hope you have as much fun reading this 'Fic as I did
writing it!
**************************************************************************** ****************** November 1967...
Oswell Spencer looked up at Lisa, even though he was in a wheelchair he scared her as some kind of giant predatory arachnid.
"My, my young Lisa Trevor," he croaked "you do have a problem with authority don't you?" Lisa was silent. Spencer continued to gaze daggers into her with his cold blue eyes, "This is a very big and dangerous mansion, Lisa, we've had many occasions where people who do not do what they're told, have disappeared. Do you want to disappear Lisa?"
Actually she did, but not in how she interpreted his statement. She wanted out of the situation, NOW. There was something horrible about this man, and something disturbing in what he was saying.
"Lisa," Spencer continued "never explore this place alone again, you don't want anything to happen to your mom and dad if they were to try and find you and have an...accident would you?" Finally Lisa spoke up, "Mr.Spencer, I'm not feeling very good right now, I'm sorry for what I've done but don't you ever threaten me! I'm going to find my mom and dad now and were going home." As Lisa exited she heard Spencer say "Oh dear Lisa, we are mature people. Threats are behind us now" whatever the hell that meant.
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Limbundo Myhamoon was fishing. He wasn't using a rod or a net, or something like that; he was using a cattle prod. Limbundo was testing the waters that emptied out of the treatment plant attempting to find that monster he shot into the waters earlier. He had been told "not to worry about it" but after 16 years on a West African game reserve he knew that the only good violent predator was a dead one, and he could not be sure about that "thing". Limbundo smoked cigars like a chimney when he was nervous and he had to order a few more cases of Cubans after today. Sure they were expensive but Umbrella paid him well for his services, and he had no family to spend the money on anyways. He knew it was out here, and he knew he had to kill it.
Limbundo had searched most of the river portion, and was now searching the small wetlands. Anything that was as sizeable would be caught in them. Limbundo was about to give up for the day, when he discovered a corpse in the mud, while more of a face. The face was badly decomposed and he couldn't see the body because he assumed it was under the mud. He looked closely at it and was shocked. It was the face of Myra Nyguard, an Umbrella researcher in the nearby Arklay facility that was killed in a tragic gas explosion, resulting in decapitation or so said the report. He had assumed the report correct because the body, though the family didn't check, indeed was headless. Retrieving this head, however morbid, would be a relief to Umbrella and the victims family.
Limbundo reached down to retrieve the head, but it was stuck quite firmly. Limbundo stood back up for a second, and muttered through his cigar- smoking mouth "what the hell...?" he reached back down for the head, pulled hard and harder but it wouldn't budge. Finally he took out his pocket knife in an attempt to free it on whatever it was caught on. He stuck the knife in, and the head smashed into his face. "Shit!" he cried as the head, or face rather, lifted up out of the mud. Attached to it was a hunchback body and thin arms binded with a hard wooden plank. Limbundo crawled back like a crab with a look of shock on his face as the beast reared up. It climbed out of the mud and stood over him, and then Limbundo made a mistake that would torment him forever, he stared it...or her, in the faces. She was a skeletal being with one visible red eye behind the face of a pale woman with her mouth shaped like a downward crescent...the classic look of anguish.
The woman detested this intimate look as much as Limbundo did, she reared up and with a hideous scream three large brain appendages shot out of her skull. Limbundo grabbed his Beretta and fired an entire clip into the beast's face, it didn't fall but just took small steps backwards; screaming with every hit. Finally the loud gunshots subsided and only the "click click" of an empty pistol broke the darkness. The woman quickly shot out one "brain tail" and slapped Limbundo hard, he somersaulted backwards. His face was bleeding and he thought of only one thing, his assault shotgun he left laying down when he went to retrieve the face. He dashed on his hands and knees and brought it up just in time to turn and fire a shot into the woman at point blank; green liquid sprayed onto him, and Limbundo stood up. He quickly fired two more shots and as the woman fell he saw her arms had been peppered with 12-gauge shot. Finally, Limbundo thought, It was over; he threw his exhausted cigar at the woman and walked away...but a high pitched scream shocked him to the core. The woman wasn't dead, or badly injured. She was already standing up and eyed Limbundo. Deciding that this thing had slightly more stamina then your typical angry lion, such as in the game preserve... Limbundo ran.
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Facce! Tryying to takke face! Lisa had screamed. She had been washed away somewhere by water, to where she didn't know. She didn't know about anything that happened before that man tried to take the face. That face was special to Lisa, the women who she borrowed it from gave "bad shots." Those shots made her feel bad. On the face beside Lisa laid the man who gave "good shots" a while before the bad shots came. Lisa liked him, she would take care of his face real well till she found the real him.
A bad man was lying down, he was a face stealer Lisa thought. Face stealers are bad and must be made so they can steal no more faces. The man pulled out a gun and shot Lisa over and over, yet the bullets had no real damage to her along with the pain, as Lisa well knew. She felt slippery in her head again as her "brain fingers" extended and slapped that face stealer, but he was not finished yet. He grabbed a big gun and shot Lisa many times, each shot hurt very much, but that was what life was during and after the labs. She stood up and was ready to kill the Face stealer when he ran away. Lisa slowly walked into the forest beside her.
As she walked Lisa remembered images from the labs. She remembered how she was suddenly taken and bad people started to hurt her and mom. Lisa remembered the beginning, how she heard mom scream when Lisa was going to get an injection, but also how Lisa was brave and did not cry so mom would not be scared. All people were bad to Lisa, all people except for mom. Dad was bad, the injection people were bad, Face Stealer was bad and Lisa would make sure all bad people will stop. She knew she could do it, whenever she borrowed a face from somebody they were never mean again and Lisa would never see them ever again as well. Lisa decided that these people had become nice again and she would give them back their faces and then they would be happy. Right now though Lisa was hungry, but she found nothing to eat. Up ahead she heard voices in the woods, in the mountain. Lisa would find these voices and then she would not be hungry. After some more walking Lisa found a cabin with a bunch of people, people that were younger then mom and dad. They were loud and happy as they danced on the porch of this big cabin. They had drinks that they were drinking and pouring on each other and there was something else...music.
Lisa remembered a bit of piano music, why she did not know. But this music was different, and loud, and thumping. Lisa smelled food inside the cabin and she could both eat and stop these bad people from being loud. Lisa approached the cabin ahead...
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Please review this and stay tuned for chapter 3. It will answer the cliffhanger I left and explain her kidnaping by Umbrella.
**************************************************************************** ****************** November 1967...
Oswell Spencer looked up at Lisa, even though he was in a wheelchair he scared her as some kind of giant predatory arachnid.
"My, my young Lisa Trevor," he croaked "you do have a problem with authority don't you?" Lisa was silent. Spencer continued to gaze daggers into her with his cold blue eyes, "This is a very big and dangerous mansion, Lisa, we've had many occasions where people who do not do what they're told, have disappeared. Do you want to disappear Lisa?"
Actually she did, but not in how she interpreted his statement. She wanted out of the situation, NOW. There was something horrible about this man, and something disturbing in what he was saying.
"Lisa," Spencer continued "never explore this place alone again, you don't want anything to happen to your mom and dad if they were to try and find you and have an...accident would you?" Finally Lisa spoke up, "Mr.Spencer, I'm not feeling very good right now, I'm sorry for what I've done but don't you ever threaten me! I'm going to find my mom and dad now and were going home." As Lisa exited she heard Spencer say "Oh dear Lisa, we are mature people. Threats are behind us now" whatever the hell that meant.
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Limbundo Myhamoon was fishing. He wasn't using a rod or a net, or something like that; he was using a cattle prod. Limbundo was testing the waters that emptied out of the treatment plant attempting to find that monster he shot into the waters earlier. He had been told "not to worry about it" but after 16 years on a West African game reserve he knew that the only good violent predator was a dead one, and he could not be sure about that "thing". Limbundo smoked cigars like a chimney when he was nervous and he had to order a few more cases of Cubans after today. Sure they were expensive but Umbrella paid him well for his services, and he had no family to spend the money on anyways. He knew it was out here, and he knew he had to kill it.
Limbundo had searched most of the river portion, and was now searching the small wetlands. Anything that was as sizeable would be caught in them. Limbundo was about to give up for the day, when he discovered a corpse in the mud, while more of a face. The face was badly decomposed and he couldn't see the body because he assumed it was under the mud. He looked closely at it and was shocked. It was the face of Myra Nyguard, an Umbrella researcher in the nearby Arklay facility that was killed in a tragic gas explosion, resulting in decapitation or so said the report. He had assumed the report correct because the body, though the family didn't check, indeed was headless. Retrieving this head, however morbid, would be a relief to Umbrella and the victims family.
Limbundo reached down to retrieve the head, but it was stuck quite firmly. Limbundo stood back up for a second, and muttered through his cigar- smoking mouth "what the hell...?" he reached back down for the head, pulled hard and harder but it wouldn't budge. Finally he took out his pocket knife in an attempt to free it on whatever it was caught on. He stuck the knife in, and the head smashed into his face. "Shit!" he cried as the head, or face rather, lifted up out of the mud. Attached to it was a hunchback body and thin arms binded with a hard wooden plank. Limbundo crawled back like a crab with a look of shock on his face as the beast reared up. It climbed out of the mud and stood over him, and then Limbundo made a mistake that would torment him forever, he stared it...or her, in the faces. She was a skeletal being with one visible red eye behind the face of a pale woman with her mouth shaped like a downward crescent...the classic look of anguish.
The woman detested this intimate look as much as Limbundo did, she reared up and with a hideous scream three large brain appendages shot out of her skull. Limbundo grabbed his Beretta and fired an entire clip into the beast's face, it didn't fall but just took small steps backwards; screaming with every hit. Finally the loud gunshots subsided and only the "click click" of an empty pistol broke the darkness. The woman quickly shot out one "brain tail" and slapped Limbundo hard, he somersaulted backwards. His face was bleeding and he thought of only one thing, his assault shotgun he left laying down when he went to retrieve the face. He dashed on his hands and knees and brought it up just in time to turn and fire a shot into the woman at point blank; green liquid sprayed onto him, and Limbundo stood up. He quickly fired two more shots and as the woman fell he saw her arms had been peppered with 12-gauge shot. Finally, Limbundo thought, It was over; he threw his exhausted cigar at the woman and walked away...but a high pitched scream shocked him to the core. The woman wasn't dead, or badly injured. She was already standing up and eyed Limbundo. Deciding that this thing had slightly more stamina then your typical angry lion, such as in the game preserve... Limbundo ran.
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Facce! Tryying to takke face! Lisa had screamed. She had been washed away somewhere by water, to where she didn't know. She didn't know about anything that happened before that man tried to take the face. That face was special to Lisa, the women who she borrowed it from gave "bad shots." Those shots made her feel bad. On the face beside Lisa laid the man who gave "good shots" a while before the bad shots came. Lisa liked him, she would take care of his face real well till she found the real him.
A bad man was lying down, he was a face stealer Lisa thought. Face stealers are bad and must be made so they can steal no more faces. The man pulled out a gun and shot Lisa over and over, yet the bullets had no real damage to her along with the pain, as Lisa well knew. She felt slippery in her head again as her "brain fingers" extended and slapped that face stealer, but he was not finished yet. He grabbed a big gun and shot Lisa many times, each shot hurt very much, but that was what life was during and after the labs. She stood up and was ready to kill the Face stealer when he ran away. Lisa slowly walked into the forest beside her.
As she walked Lisa remembered images from the labs. She remembered how she was suddenly taken and bad people started to hurt her and mom. Lisa remembered the beginning, how she heard mom scream when Lisa was going to get an injection, but also how Lisa was brave and did not cry so mom would not be scared. All people were bad to Lisa, all people except for mom. Dad was bad, the injection people were bad, Face Stealer was bad and Lisa would make sure all bad people will stop. She knew she could do it, whenever she borrowed a face from somebody they were never mean again and Lisa would never see them ever again as well. Lisa decided that these people had become nice again and she would give them back their faces and then they would be happy. Right now though Lisa was hungry, but she found nothing to eat. Up ahead she heard voices in the woods, in the mountain. Lisa would find these voices and then she would not be hungry. After some more walking Lisa found a cabin with a bunch of people, people that were younger then mom and dad. They were loud and happy as they danced on the porch of this big cabin. They had drinks that they were drinking and pouring on each other and there was something else...music.
Lisa remembered a bit of piano music, why she did not know. But this music was different, and loud, and thumping. Lisa smelled food inside the cabin and she could both eat and stop these bad people from being loud. Lisa approached the cabin ahead...
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Please review this and stay tuned for chapter 3. It will answer the cliffhanger I left and explain her kidnaping by Umbrella.