Unconventional
A/n: Yes, it has taken me forever, I know. But I want to get back into this, and so here it goes. This is still set in the lab room with Kaitlyn and Brad. I am not going straight back to the Control Room scene out of guilt for leaving the real Kaitlyn hangin like that. This story is sure to be wrapped up in a couple chaps, tho... This chap might not be Kaitlyn's fave tho...
Kaitlyn cradled Brad in her arms. She cried.
Pain riddled through her body but she fought it down.
He looked up at her again, pulling out of her arms and trying to rise from the ground. She was nto sure if that was the best thing to do at this point, but she helped him to his feet anyway. At first it seemed as though he didn't remember how to work his feet and his full weight slumped against her. She grimaced but held steadfast, hoping against hope that he would be okay. He was hers, he had to be, now that they were reunited.
His eyes met hers and they locked together. She was held in a trance for a moment as he removed his weight from her little by little until the only thing she felt was his hand in hers, and then, in a flash of passion, his lips against hers.
The room spun as she fell back, moving her feet until her back hit a wall. "Brad!" she cried breathlessly as she took in a quick breath.
Roaming hands were welcomed over her body.
Pain alit Kaitlyn's side as soon as it seemed the world could never be better. She gasped, releasing her lips from his, and sank to the floor, clutching her side. The room seemed dimmer than it had been as she pulled her hand in front of her face. Blood glimmered on her fingers, and she could feel it leaking to the floor.
What the fuck?
Brad! She thought and tried to rise, but when she looked up he stood over her, a grin on his face. An evil glint spread through his eye and he reached down at her again. His hands, which had been just as she'd remembered, were now claws, those of a crimson head.
No! She rolled away out of instinct as he lunged down at her. His claws hit her shirt, ripping the shoulder, but she got out of harm's way. Not her Brad! It couldn't be!
Umbrella... she thought, rage buliding inside of her. I'm going to find who the hell did this and I'm going to kill them! Resolve began forming in her mind.
She had to.
He wasn't the Brad she had known. He was different. He had changed. He was now one of Umbrella's monsters, and no matter how much she had loved him there was only one solution.
He had to die.
Finishing her roll she popped up as she had done so many times over the years, defending herself in one way or another. Never had she imagined this nightmare scenario though. Nothing in all her years of training could protect her from this, could prepare her for this.
Taking her gun out of her holster, she felt light-headed as the blood stream coming from her side still did not stop. She was losing too much too quickly, and she knew that she was going to pay for not running away and treating it now. But she knew that if she did not do this, one of the others would, and she would rather take care fo this matter herself.
Pain. Loss. Love. Guilt. Greif.
Emotions ran around her head, making her aim seem off when she knew that she could never miss a target at this range. He looked at her, smiling a wicked smile, and lunged forward, claws outstretched, shouting in fury. The shout shook her bones, chilled her blood, and before she knew it she was pulling the trigger over and over and over again.
That was it. He was gone.
Just Like That.
A/n: Yes, it has taken me forever, I know. But I want to get back into this, and so here it goes. This is still set in the lab room with Kaitlyn and Brad. I am not going straight back to the Control Room scene out of guilt for leaving the real Kaitlyn hangin like that. This story is sure to be wrapped up in a couple chaps, tho... This chap might not be Kaitlyn's fave tho...
Kaitlyn cradled Brad in her arms. She cried.
Pain riddled through her body but she fought it down.
He looked up at her again, pulling out of her arms and trying to rise from the ground. She was nto sure if that was the best thing to do at this point, but she helped him to his feet anyway. At first it seemed as though he didn't remember how to work his feet and his full weight slumped against her. She grimaced but held steadfast, hoping against hope that he would be okay. He was hers, he had to be, now that they were reunited.
His eyes met hers and they locked together. She was held in a trance for a moment as he removed his weight from her little by little until the only thing she felt was his hand in hers, and then, in a flash of passion, his lips against hers.
The room spun as she fell back, moving her feet until her back hit a wall. "Brad!" she cried breathlessly as she took in a quick breath.
Roaming hands were welcomed over her body.
Pain alit Kaitlyn's side as soon as it seemed the world could never be better. She gasped, releasing her lips from his, and sank to the floor, clutching her side. The room seemed dimmer than it had been as she pulled her hand in front of her face. Blood glimmered on her fingers, and she could feel it leaking to the floor.
What the fuck?
Brad! She thought and tried to rise, but when she looked up he stood over her, a grin on his face. An evil glint spread through his eye and he reached down at her again. His hands, which had been just as she'd remembered, were now claws, those of a crimson head.
No! She rolled away out of instinct as he lunged down at her. His claws hit her shirt, ripping the shoulder, but she got out of harm's way. Not her Brad! It couldn't be!
Umbrella... she thought, rage buliding inside of her. I'm going to find who the hell did this and I'm going to kill them! Resolve began forming in her mind.
She had to.
He wasn't the Brad she had known. He was different. He had changed. He was now one of Umbrella's monsters, and no matter how much she had loved him there was only one solution.
He had to die.
Finishing her roll she popped up as she had done so many times over the years, defending herself in one way or another. Never had she imagined this nightmare scenario though. Nothing in all her years of training could protect her from this, could prepare her for this.
Taking her gun out of her holster, she felt light-headed as the blood stream coming from her side still did not stop. She was losing too much too quickly, and she knew that she was going to pay for not running away and treating it now. But she knew that if she did not do this, one of the others would, and she would rather take care fo this matter herself.
Pain. Loss. Love. Guilt. Greif.
Emotions ran around her head, making her aim seem off when she knew that she could never miss a target at this range. He looked at her, smiling a wicked smile, and lunged forward, claws outstretched, shouting in fury. The shout shook her bones, chilled her blood, and before she knew it she was pulling the trigger over and over and over again.
That was it. He was gone.
Just Like That.