Well, here is the Kevin chapter, sorry it took me so long to update, my friend kidnaped my laptop and not only that, but Kevin was hard for me to think up a story for. O well, it's here now, so have a ball.

Kevin

Maybe today will be the day when the world decides to give me a break, decides to give me what I want...

Kevin Ryman heard an alarm go off as he got out of bed and rubbed the drunken sleep out of his eyes. Last night was brutal for the young cop. He had his second try to get into S.T.A.R.S. yesterday and you never would have guessed it by the way he walked around the R.P.D., though he had already failed once to get into S.T.A.R.S. he was sure he'd get it today, and with the endless confidence in his system, he made sure everyone in the office knew he was about to pass the test and get promoted.

"Ryman, why not give it a rest, huh?" Asked one of Kevin's fellow officers, Rita Wilow.

"Ahhh, come on Rita, show some love." Kevin said as he moved past a few officers to get to the blonde woman that spoke earlier.

"Names Wilow, Ryman, and I believe you're giving yourself all the love you need." Rita said as she leaned against a desk that stood behind her, cluttered with papers.

"Why can't I call you Rita? You know you like it." Kevin said as he moved up to Rita who showed signs of irritation with Kevin's close encounter.

"Because, we're not on a first name basis, Ryman, and if you don't mind, I'm sure I've got work to do." Rita said as she pushed Kevin's invading body away from her.

"Aww, come on!" Kevin cried as he watched her backside when she walked away. She was his type, not only because she had some bite to her, but also because she was blonde, a trait he could never say no to.

Kevin sighed off his lust as he walked around a group of tables until he reached his and sat down. He turned on his computer and opened his email to look at his letter from S.T.A.R.S., saying there were going to give him a second chance at becoming an agent. Out of everyone in the building, next to Rita, he had one of the best shots, being able to hit a target hundreds of feet away, but this was his downfall. He knew he was good, and wanted others to know it, so he would get cocky, that, in fact, was what made him fail his first exam.

As he looked at his watch he saw it was almost 3 P.M., only minutes before he'd have his exam. As soon as the S.T.A.R.S. agents walked through those two huge doors leading to the office and took him away for his test, which included not only questions both verbally and on paper, but also target practice and simulated scenarios of possible crimes and missions. All together would last three or more hours and Kevin was ready for every minute.

Kevin got up from his desk and left the office to go behind the scenes of the R.P.D. building to the break room where his locker was. He walked out of the office and through the door into the carpeted hallway just next to it. When the door closed behind him he could still hear the laughs of the other officers and the many rings of all the telephones on the tables going off, both of business and personal matters. He didn't pay much attention to the noises as they had become an ordinary thing in his life, and just walked down the out-of-place hallway that still showed what the building used to be, an art museum.

Muggins

He made his way to the door to the break room, and as he gripped the doorknob he shivered. Behind his were the stairs that went down into the basement of the building, which not only housed the cell blocks and the parking garage, but also the autopsy room, a place he never liked to go. The thought of having frozen bodies tucked away in the walls never appealed to him very much, and the people who worked down in that room Kevin never liked to be around, he'd always smell the worst things on them, wether it had to do with the dead or not, they never smelled short of rotten vomit.

He shook off the feeling and entered the room, where he thought he was alone. As he walked up to his locker and opened the door, revealing his .45 handgun, and a magazine that went with it, a man got up from one of the two bunk beds and slowly made his way over to where Kevin was. When Kevin looked up to see what was making the slightly eerie shuffling sounds he saw an officer come from behind the corner.

"Holy... shit, man you scared the piss outta me!" Kevin said as he moved his gun away from his fiends face.

"Sorry, didn't know I would." The man said as he opened a locker next to Kevin's, which was labeled 'Jean.'

"Jean, how long you've been crashed in here?" Kevin said as he pointed to his watch with a gloved hand.

"Think since Twelve, maybe later. I've been so tired." Jean said as he yawned into his hand.

"Marvin been workin' you like a dog?" Kevin laughed as he placed his gun in its holster and the magazine in his pocket, next to his apartment keys.

"No, you haven't noticed it? Crime seems to be everywhere. I almost never get a break anymore." Jean said as he closed his locker and looked at Kevin who closed his at the same time.

"I have noticed that, just yesterday I had double my normal calls for various things like mugging cases and a few wrecks." Kevin uttered as he thought about the recent workload problems. "But besides that, I'm about to go for my S.T.A.R.S. exam." Kevin brightened up as he smiled over to Jean.

"I remember you talking about that yesterday, good luck, and don't blow it this time. A gun isn't something to be cocky over, not when it can kill innocent people, or when it can kill period." Jean preached to the younger cop like a father or an older brother would. "I don't want to see you all depressed over failing again, am I clear on that?"

"Yeah, you got it! I promise I'll come back a better man!" Kevin happily spoke out as he moved past Jean and out of the break room, giving a wave to the other officer as he left the room.

Kevin laughed as he thought about Jean's words, he sounded like his father for a moment there, but as soon as he returned to the office and saw two S.T.A.R.S. agents talking to Marvin Bradette, the chief of the police department, he knew now was his time.

"And here Officer Ryman is now, right on time." Marvin said as he looked behind the two agents shoulders at the man coming up behind them.

"That's me! Well, we going or what?" Kevin anxiously said as the agents turned around and looked at the man they had to once fail for the same exam.

"Officer Ryman, glad to see you again" The female agent said as she moved a hand up to shake hands with the police officer. "I hope you get it this time, I'd hate to have to fail you again, you know." She said as she pulled her hand back and moved her short, brown hair out of her face, which was already slightly kept in place by a small, blue cap on her head.

"I'd hate for you to do that too, Miss. Valentine." Kevin happily said as he looked at the woman who stood with a hand on her hip.

"You know, Ryman, a group of agents are scheduled to check out some place in the Raccoon Forest where a couple of people are believed to have disappeared." The woman said as she looked Kevin in the eyes. "If you pass you could swing up there to take a look with them, shouldn't be much, but it is in just a few more days, three I believe, and you could get some early practice in."

"Are you going too?" Kevin uttered as he scratched his stubbled chin.

"No, I do bigger things." Agent Valentine said, shifting her weight to one leg.

"Well, I look forward to joining them." Kevin announced as he gave the signal that he was ready to leave by moving forward a few inches.

The agents led Kevin out to their patrol car and drove him over to their separate office for the exam. Everything was going perfectly, he answered every question perfectly on bot the verbal and written parts of the test, and as he did the target practice at different ranges, he thought he'd impress them by shooting each target in the head, right between where the eyes would be. They sounded like they liked what they were seeing as they checked things down on Kevin's grade sheet. After the target practice Kevin moved on to the scenario portion.

He felt wonderful going through the fixed path set with pop-up, cardboard-cutouts of various criminal, both with and without guns, and civilians. Kevin never shot a civilian, but each criminal he did. When he finished the last portion of the exam he looked at the two agents and smiled as he knew he passed with flying colors.

"Well?" Kevin said as he sat down in Agent Valentine's office.

"I wasn't surprised to see you do great on the questions, but the target practice was outstanding, even almost out of clear view you were able to hit the same spot on the target, a fatal, but effective talent." She broke in-between her diagnosis of Kevin's results. "But... When it came to the scenario portion, you did very well, you didn't hit any civilians, but the thing is, you hit each of the criminals directly in the head, like in the target practice, even the ones without weapons."

"So, it's not like I'd really do that on the street!" Kevin laughed out, trying to save his grade.

"Well, we need an agent who'd never consider hitting anyone in the head unless absolutely mandatory. You might have gotten away with it if you only hit the criminals with guns, but you hit the unarmed ones and the ones with melee weapons as well. Totally reckless." She uttered not one looking at Kevin as she placed x's on certain parts of Kevin's grade sheet. "I'm sorry, but you can't pass with behavior like that, maybe next time." The woman said as she handed over Kevin's failed report.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Kevin angrily screamed as he looked at his grade.

They drove him back to the R.P.D. building and the rest of the day Kevin didn't say a thing to anyone. Rita would laugh at him whenever she'd catch him alone and Jean shook his head, knowing that Kevin didn't listen to his advice, when he first caught Kevin moping the office.

That night, when Kevin got off, he was driving over to J's Bar, his favorite place, to get drunk when he stopped at a red light. He looked out of the driver's window right when a teenager, no older than fourteen, pulled out a gun and shot another kid who was walking away from him. Raccoon may have been a small city in the middle of a huge forest, but crimes and murder happened here like they would in New York or Chicago. Kevin jumped out of his car and yelled at the boy holding the gun. As the kid ran off, seeing the cop come at him, Kevin ran to the fallen child and looked him over.

He wasn't there, he was gone, dead. Kevin closed his eyes as a couple of people from across and down the street ran up to the child's body. Kevin got up and saw the teenager with the gun still running, he could still get him.

"Someone call an ambulance," Kevin said, looking at a young Asian woman who shuffled through her purse, getting her phone.

When he saw he pull it out he began to run after the boy. Soon he gave up on the thought catching him, but then pulled out his gun and aimed. He got a good view and pulled the gun back then back to the running child. He had it aimed at his head for a moment and then remembered his failed exam. He shook off the anger and then moved the gun slightly down and fired. He got him, on the right calf. The kid fell hard and Kevin sprinted for him in a mad rush. As soon as he was upon him, he kicked the gun away and put his own up and handcuffed the youth, then waited for the ambulance to arrive.

He knew he'd have some paper work to fill out the next day, but as soon as the ambulance arrived, he was off for a couple of drinks. When he got to the bar he talked to Will, the bartender, about what had just happened. He gave him a free drink and then Cindy, the waitress who was listening to the conversation, took some of Kevin's empty bottles and started to talk.

"I hate how children can get a hold of guns, I know I can't stand them." She said, piling his bottles on her tray.

Will invited Kevin up to the staff room after closing and they threw some darts for awhile. Then Kevin drove, drunk and totally over the limit, to his apartment building, not two blocks away.

He woke up the next day with a hangover the size of Jupiter. He went through the day in a blind haze, and every other day the same way for a whole week. Then, on a Friday night after getting off work, he made his way back over to his nightly spot, J's Bar. He, for some reason, felt he was gonna be in for a long night, and as he took a seat at the bar he noticed two others besides himself, Will, and Cindy. Some man in a business suit and a woman on the other side of the room in a red suit, who he believed to be Alyssa Ashcroft. Only knowing she was a reporter and nothing else he shook off the weird vibes the people were giving and started to drink. As he chugged the first bottle down he thought about how much he'd like to go home and fall asleep, but for some reason, though he was so close to his building, going home and getting some rest seemed like a far off possibility...

End of Chapter...

Woot! 4 down, 4 to go. I'm gonna do David next due to popular demand. Hope u all liked it and review please, I'm very happy to read them. Well, until next time. Cya