TELL ME ANOTHER STORY
TELL ME ANOTHER STORY
Everyone Has Stories, They Bore Me (They Bore Me)
The Ends(?) Are Feeling Nervous. Their Stories...(They Bore Me)
Everyone's Got Skeletons In Their Closet
Don't Ask Me, Where They Got It
You Should Have Told The Truth A Long Time Ago. Liar, LIAR!
(I Told You So)
Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.
Digging Up The Corpses, That Haunt You, That Haunt You.
Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.
Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again), Corpses (Corpses) Once Again.
Corpses. Digging. Up The Corpses. Once Again.
Back To Another Story, That Haunts Me (Haunts Me)
Someone Sheared The Wolf From His Story, That Haunts You (Haunts You)
Everyone's Got Skeletons In Their Closet
Don't Ask Me, Where They Got It
You Should Have Told The Truth A Long Time Ago. Liar, LIAR!
(I Told You So)
Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.
Digging Up The Corpses, That Haunt You, That Haunt You.
Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.
Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again), Corpses (Corpses) Once Again.
Corpses. Digging. Up The Corpses. Once Again.
Digging Digging Digging Digging
Up The Up The Up The Up The
Corpses Corpses Corpses Corpses
I Should Have Never Let You In
Your Soul Is Full Of Sin
Always Trying To Do Me Good, Digging Up The Corpses Again.
YOUR STORIES (Bore Me)
Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.
Digging Up The Corpses, That Haunt You, That Haunt You.
Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again) Tell Me Another Story.
Digging Up The Corpses (Once Again), Corpses (Corpses) Once Again.
Digging Up The Corpses Corpses. Once Again.
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DevilDriver, "Digging Up The Corpses"
Um, this may be a bit late to say, but this fic is rated M for language, sexual content with a minor (a seventeen year old), gore, and zombie violence. Yeah, I saw that last one on a movie and could barely believe it, so I had to add it. OK, I got an anonymous review saying that I should stop with the songs, but I want to know what everyone else has to say about it, so please let me know either via review, PM, or the poll in my profile. Also, please feel free to review anyways! I'm also curious to know how everyone feels about the formatting? I jump around as a means to keep things interesting and prevent writer's block, so I probably won't change it until I'm done (or almost done if I change it at all), but I would like to know now. This may be the last song, Apocalypse soundtrack or otherwise.
I tried contacting her again, but that woman keeps blocking my attempts. She's insistent that I have nothing to do with Cecilia, but as we (Cecilia and I) share a father, and surname, you would think she'd let us see each other. 7/18/1999.
I haven't found her yet, and I'm starting to suspect that someone else has beaten me in locating her. I won't give up though, she's what will ensure that I am never betrayed...12/13/06.
Robin Burton. My sources tell me that that is her name now. I'll investigate this matter immediately. 3/02/09.
Scraps of paper littered the neat desk, Excella Gionne's personal notes, left behind at work where anyone could find them. Albert Wesker, after his return from the events of Kijuju, broke into her office to gather any useful information he could find. He struck a goldmine.
"Oh, this is just too good..." He smirked in his evilest way, kicking his feet over the desk, reading through a file labeled: "Cecilia Gionne".
Russia...
Chris and I left the house after investigating and finding two rounds of handgun ammo and some green herbs. A map and information would be useful, so we decided to stop by the police department, because no matter how small the place was, there was always a police station. We encountered three more zombies and a pack of snarling, undead carnivorous dogs. It was easy enough to reach the station, so we knew, him from experience, me from logic, that something much more sinister lurked in the dark.
"The power's out here as well," I flipped the switch a few dozen times as soon as we arrived.
"Be careful, you never know what'll come after us," He whispered, stalking forward ahead of me.
I nodded, forgetting that you can't hear a nod, "Yeah, I know."'
Almost as soon as I said that, a loud moan echoed around the room, the power cracked back to life, one row at a time. Lights, computers, phones, and any other electrical appliance all started back up, a fax coming trough the fax machine. A large creature with solid black eyes and ice-white skin cut through a desk with steel-tipped scythe-like appendages spewing from it's back.
I stared at the thing as it rushed towards us, "What is this thing?"
"Robin!" Chris shouted, shooting it in the head.
The bullet whizzed right past my head, blowing my hair in my face. It hit the thing in the middle of the head, and the bullet went straight through to the other side. But it didn't die. It shrieked, shattering the windows and monitors. I ducked and lunged just as the creature brought down one of its six scythes. Not enough though; the back of my leg had been cut, possibly tearing the tendons and ligaments. I cried out, rolling as I pulled out my Ithaca, blasting it in the face. Chris had been shooting at it the entire time, thinking of a weakness.
It hissed at me, clacking giant pincers, in its mouth, "Robbbin, you're commming with meeeee!"
"Chris!" I called out uselessly, reaching out for him as the creature picked me up.
"Robin!" He grabbed my sword from the floor and stabbed the creature in the back, cutting upwards.
Black blood oozed from the thing, "Chrissssssss!"
It died, falling on top of me. It's blood was freezing cold, but slightly acidic, because I felt it burning through my jacket, my vest, and my shirt, down to my skin. It stopped after Chris pulled me free.
"You dropped this when it got your leg," He explained, giving it back, "We should look at that leg."
I wasn't sure how to handle that, because my pants were too tight to pull up far enough, and it was too cold to cut them, so really, my only option was to take them off. He seemed to have come to the same conclusion as me, because he turned his back to me.
"I need to make sure nothing else gets you..."He explained, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
I started to remove my black jean-like pants, laughing at him, "I trust you not to look, even if something came up behind me."
I really needed to stop talking, because another one of those creatures came out from the shadows, grabbing me from behind and covering my mouth so I couldn't scream. I was grateful, because Chris had taught me how to get out of that position years ago. I knew normal methods wouldn't work, but his training still was enough for me to know to bite the hand, which I had to bite it so hard, it came off. It wailed terribly, alerting Chris. He shot at it while I grabbed my katana and cut it in half, just like the first one.
"AHH!" I panted, falling in his arms.
I would have blushed, but the pain in my leg was too much. It was beyond numb, I simply couldn't feel it any more. I looked back at it, and saw that it was purple and green, the cut itself pitch black. Chris immediately pulled out two green herbs and a blue herb, and he combined them, giving it to me to use. It took most of the coloring away, and some of the pain, but it was still too much for me to walk, let alone stand by myself. I put my pants back on while Chris cleaned off my sword for me.
"Here," He gave me back the sword and grabbed my waist so I could use him as a support to walk with, "I won't leave you behind."
I let out a hollow laugh, "I know, even if I die."
We walked to the back of the station, finding a map of the town and some of the surrounding area. He went back to the fax machine and read it out loud while I put the map away with the rest of my items.
"It has the BSAA logo..." He looked over at me before reading it again, "'I am sending this fax, hoping that someone finds it in time. Albert Wesker is alive, and he's searching for some girl named-' The name's smudged. 'I can't begin to fathom why she'd be useful to him, but he seems to be putting alot of urgency on finding her...' It ends there."
We looked at each other, hoping to figure out what that meant, "Maybe, it's a fake? Why wasn't it added to our report? What's the date?"
He looked at it, "This was sent the day Sheva disappeared."
I started gagging and choking on bile, blood, and my tongue. My face was losing color and I started to sweat profusely, my temperature raising too swiftly. It felt like I was going to implode.
"Robin? Robin!" He laid me down on a clear desk, the creature harming me much worse than I had thought, he started to examine me, wishing that he his specialty was in medicine, "LB, what...?"
He had to unzip me all the way down to my bra, just to keep me cool enough from roasting to death. But when he looked at me, the purple and green had returned, aiming straight at my heart. What made us sure it was my heart, was that the skin that was different was poking out, like veins, rushing ravenously at my core.
"Chris...My letter..." I rasped with a dry throat, pushing him my will.
"No, you're going to be alright!" He said that, but we both knew that I was fucked.
