Unconventional
A/N: Hey guys! I liked that last action-packed chapter! Did you? No, Carlos is not dead... yet. I really just did not like him. He's one of those pointless annoying characters, ya know? Anyways, we're going to take a break from the big dramatic battle scene and go right into the whole Kaitlyn/Brad dealy.
Kaitlyn grabbed her gun and spun around to see Brad staring blankly ahead, not moving. In the dim she could not even tell if his chest was moving up and down. Was he dead? She threw her gun away, wondering why she had wanted it in the first place. Instinct, I guess, she thought and moved next to Brad, whom she could not believe was with her again.
But is it really him?
The unwanted question forced itself into her mind. God no, she thought. She wanted so badly to believe that it was truly him, that things might be able to go back to somewhat the way they were before. The logical part of her brain told her that this was not good, that anything she found in one of Umbrella's labs was definately not what it appeared to be. This was not Brad, this was... something else.
Tears formed at her eyes, as she could not decide what to do next. Torn between her mind and heart, she had to look away from him.
"Kaitlyn..." a voice rasped. A cold hand touched her own and she screamed, jumped away. Looking back, she saw Brad's arm outstretched towards her. Tears flowed down her face.
"Brad?" she asked, moving closer again, scared, happy, nervous, catious. The mixed feelings were passed over by love, complete, as she saw the way his eyes lit up when she came into his line of focus, just as they used to. Oh God, Brad, she thought, how can I trust you? I do love you, but what has happened to you? What did this place do to change you?
A smile broke across his face. He tried to sit up, but fell back. The sound of flesh that had been soaking in water for God-knows-how-long hitting the tiled floor made bile rise in her stomach and tears gush from her eyes. She had to turn away, for she did not know how much more of this she could take. There he was, seemingly the same as when she last saw him, but then she had known what had happened. She knew all about Nemisis, all about what he had done to Brad, and then after that the city was nuked, so how was he here? It scared the shit out of her, but pulled her close to him out of sheer curiosity.
Curiosity killed the cat!
Was she the cat? No, she thought, I am braver than that! I can hold my own!
She put one arm under his back, cringing at the way the skin felt, but she continued on. Pulling him into a laying position on her lap, she stroked his wet hair and smiled down at him. My baby is back to me.
A/N: Hey guys! I liked that last action-packed chapter! Did you? No, Carlos is not dead... yet. I really just did not like him. He's one of those pointless annoying characters, ya know? Anyways, we're going to take a break from the big dramatic battle scene and go right into the whole Kaitlyn/Brad dealy.
Kaitlyn grabbed her gun and spun around to see Brad staring blankly ahead, not moving. In the dim she could not even tell if his chest was moving up and down. Was he dead? She threw her gun away, wondering why she had wanted it in the first place. Instinct, I guess, she thought and moved next to Brad, whom she could not believe was with her again.
But is it really him?
The unwanted question forced itself into her mind. God no, she thought. She wanted so badly to believe that it was truly him, that things might be able to go back to somewhat the way they were before. The logical part of her brain told her that this was not good, that anything she found in one of Umbrella's labs was definately not what it appeared to be. This was not Brad, this was... something else.
Tears formed at her eyes, as she could not decide what to do next. Torn between her mind and heart, she had to look away from him.
"Kaitlyn..." a voice rasped. A cold hand touched her own and she screamed, jumped away. Looking back, she saw Brad's arm outstretched towards her. Tears flowed down her face.
"Brad?" she asked, moving closer again, scared, happy, nervous, catious. The mixed feelings were passed over by love, complete, as she saw the way his eyes lit up when she came into his line of focus, just as they used to. Oh God, Brad, she thought, how can I trust you? I do love you, but what has happened to you? What did this place do to change you?
A smile broke across his face. He tried to sit up, but fell back. The sound of flesh that had been soaking in water for God-knows-how-long hitting the tiled floor made bile rise in her stomach and tears gush from her eyes. She had to turn away, for she did not know how much more of this she could take. There he was, seemingly the same as when she last saw him, but then she had known what had happened. She knew all about Nemisis, all about what he had done to Brad, and then after that the city was nuked, so how was he here? It scared the shit out of her, but pulled her close to him out of sheer curiosity.
Curiosity killed the cat!
Was she the cat? No, she thought, I am braver than that! I can hold my own!
She put one arm under his back, cringing at the way the skin felt, but she continued on. Pulling him into a laying position on her lap, she stroked his wet hair and smiled down at him. My baby is back to me.