A/N: Hello again! This chapter is considerably less shorter than the others, I know.

I'll make the next one longer~

Chainsaw + Me = Fun Time

Chainsaw + Chase = ?

The helicopter lightly touches the ground, dust swirling in all directions. The place where we have landed is the area before the oil facility, the one with all the Tricell tents and the snakes in the grass. Josh steps out, holding a shotgun. Mark cuts the engine and goes out too.

Chase jumps out, and turns around, holding out his hand. He smiles slightly.

I take his hand, muttering thank you.

He nods. "You feel better?" He sounds genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, thanks," I say.

Chase grins wider. "Good, now I can be as annoying as I want again!"

I simply frown and say, "Your maturity is that of a seven year old."

"You're just saying that because you're mature in looks, meaning your… body."

"I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't make perverted jokes."

"I would appreciate it if you would lighten up!"

"Pedophile!"

"I'm only seventeen! And that's not the kind of language for you, missy!"

I stick my tongue out at him.

"Ah-hem."

I turn bright red.

Josh and Mark are staring at us, and I'm pretty sure they're debating whether or not this is a joke.

I'm not sure if it is or not, either.

Josh clears his throat again. "Are you done?"

Chase shrugs. "If she's done, I'm done."

I shake my head. "Um, sorry. We tend to get into arguments sometimes…"

"Sometimes?" Chase says, laughing. "You mean all the time!"

Mark looks pissed. With his tall stature and strict face, I feel intimidated. "You kids these days… get it together, alright? Stupid arguments will only get you killed quicker. You've got to work through this."

I see what he's talking about.

But, working together with Chase is… a death sentence.

At least, for me.

Chase and I still nod.

Josh looks at me, and asks, "Abbey, do you know how to shoot?"

Before I can say anything, Chase cuts in, "Hell yeah! She's the best girl shooter I've seen!"

I hide under my bangs, flushing slightly. "No, I'm not…"

I hate feeling happy whenever Chase compliments me, even though I know he's joking.

So, why do I still feel grateful?

Josh laughs. His laugh sounds soothing. He takes a handgun out of his gun holster. I recognize it as the same gun that Business Sheva uses in Mercenaries Reunion.

Yeah, that's usually how I recognize guns.

Josh hands it to me, and I accept it. I feel the weight in my hands. It's heavy, and I don't like it. I start to give it back when I realize that I probably will need it. I do hate admitting it, but it's true.

Besides, what if this helps me save Amelia?

I nod, and grip the gun.

Mark asks, "Know how to reload?"

Chase nods, and asks for ammo. Without so much as a glance toward the gun, he expertly reloads the gun in four seconds flat.

I swear, my jaw almost hit the ground.

He smirks at me. "Impressed?"

I purse my lips. "You must've had experience, I'm sure."

"Caught me."

Mark says, "Here. Let me show you." I give him my gun, and he shows me. I try it then, and it takes a few tries for me to get it, but, eventually, I get the hang of it.

Mark nods approvingly. "You kids should be set to go," he says, after handing us ammo.

I suddenly feel apprehensive. The oil facility… that's where the..

Chainsaws are… right?

Mark and Josh start walking forward, and I spring forward.

I'm sorry if this seems weird, but I love chainsaws. In RE4, they were as scary as hell.

But, here?

Damn, I love killing me some chainsaws!

I stop, noticing Chase isn't following. I look back. "Chase?"

He looks up in surprise, then awkwardly grins. "Just checking my gun." Liar. His gun is being held stiffly at his side. Actually, he suddenly looks totally freaked out.

"You okay?" I say, a bit softer. If he's gonna pull a joke on me, I swear…

He blinks, then shakes his head. "Fine. Let's go."

Chase jogs past me, and I tilt my head slightly. Well, whatever. I catch up with them, and notice that there are no random barrels that you can knife that have ammo.

Bweh. Why does it have to be so realistic?

Wait. Right, because it's hell. There we go.

Mark and Josh stop at the double doors leading to the oiling facility, and Josh stops. There is a keypad, something I hadn't noticed in the game.

Ah. So that's how Chris and Sheva so easily got in.

All hail Josh, the ultimate hacker and sumo wrestler.

I mean, have you seen his moves in Reunion?

Josh kneels down, and gets to work, saying, "A second guys. I'll have this disabled in-"

Something pops, a wire?, and Josh jumps back, his hand slightly burned. He hisses, "Damnit! Someone just locked me out…"

"I come here to check on my precious facility, and what do I find?" A whiny, annoying voice suddenly says. It's being amplified on a loudspeaker.

We all turn around, guns held out.

Whoever is talking laughs and says, "Little bugs trying to break in. Shameless."

"Who are you?" Mark yells.

"Me?" The man sounds familiar.

Oh. Great. I know who it is…

"Me?" The man repeats, which only makes him sound twice as annoying. "I'm a business man with standards."

…

Okay. I've lost it.

I start giggling and let loose full blown laughter. Call me a fangirl, but any quotes directly from the games will make me laugh until I can't breathe.

"What the hell are you fucking laughing about?" Mark yells at me.

I keep laughing, dropping to my knees, clutching my guts. Ooh, it hurts! It hurts!

The guy on the loudspeaker, Irving says in astonishment, "Who's laughing? What is this?"

My eyes widen.

OH.

NO.

HE.

SO.

DIDN'T.

TOTAL BARRY BURTON REFERENCE!

No one can help me now. I am literally rolling on the ground, laughing, tears falling out of my eyes. My gut is definitely protesting, but I just can't help it.

I open one eye a little and see Chase's face.

Oh, his expression!

This sends me into another whirl of laughter.

Through my insane laughter, I can hear Irving speaking, and he sounds pissed. "I'll show you all!" he screams. "None of you are worthy of getting any far if you can't survive this!"

I suddenly stop laughing. I hear them- that tribe… Nypidya? Screw this, I don't know what they're called. So… We'll call them tribal dudes!

I sit up, and wipe my tears, my bangs covering my face. Someone suddenly grabs my collar, and I see Mark's very pissed off face. "You done laughing?"

I snap into serious mode. "Sorry," I cry. "I-" He roughly lets me go, and I crash onto the ground. Oww.

Chase looks at me, smirking a little. "Done laughing? Oh good, I thought my ears were gonna start bleeding."

"Why you…!"

Josh cuts us off. "Concentrate you two!" He points his shotgun at the incoming enemies.

Suddenly, there is a rumbling, and I stumble a little as I try to get up.

A group of tribal Majini are swept aside, and a giant, overgrown Majini thuds into view. He yells, a cross between a scream and a song.

Chase steps forward, gun held out. "Damn," he says. "Shit just got real." He looks back at me. "You don't know how many times I've wanted to say that."

I roll my eyes, and take aim. Any relunctancy to shoot is gone. I need to stay alive, for Amelia.

I fire, and it hits the giant Majini in the head, and it screeches in pain.

Chase nods his approval, and takes out his handgun. He aims and fires.

And that's when I find out Chase has no aim, whatsoever.

The bullet completely misses the giant Majini, hitting one of the other tribal Majini.

"What was that?" I yell over the gunfire. "You totally missed, Mr. No-Aim! You could've seriously injured someone if we were in a smaller area!"

Chase chuckles. "That's what she said."

Hello, Mr. Maturity.

We continue shooting, and I can see how bad Chase's aim really is. Say, he was holding an apple right in front of him. Probably could not hit that.

I have to give him credit, though. He knows where and when to hit, he just can't find the marks.

I am in the middle of shooting a Majini, when I hear Irving say, "You're the insolent brat who was laughing, right?" Something in his voice sends shivers up my spine.

Behind me, I can hear something click.

I start to turn around, when someone grabs my collar, again, and I am pulled inside the oiling facility. I scream, and grab the first thing I can.

Unfortunately, that "thing" just happens to be Chase.

Before either of us can do anything, we are pulled inside, the double doors slamming shut. I hear that god forsaken click again.

Chase and I groan as we get up.

I see Chase open his mouth, no doubt to say something witty, but shuts it. I think his face just turned blue.

I look up to see we are surrounded.

I hear the noise before I actually see them.

The white blades glistening with fresh blood…

Chase manages to say, "Damn."

"Shit did just get real…"

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