Jade: MY GOD! Another chapter finally!!! PLease R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own REsident Evil or anything that is in the games but I do own any original characters.
CHAPTER 5: FOR LOVE
The cold metal of the gun that was to be my release felt like ice against my temple. I let out my breath and took another, in hopes that I could think clearly.
I had just shot Mr. Valentino. Left a U.B.C.S. member to his death. And had been killing what were once people for the past day. I didn't deserve to live after what I had done to the people in Raccoon City.
I was a cold blooded killer.
My guilt boiled to the top and I took a sharp intake of breath. I closed my eyes and I could feel hot tears stream down my face. My finger quivered on the trigger and slowly, oh god so slowly, I squeezed it-
-Until a chime like that of an angel's bell made my eyes shoot open. Not taking the gun from my head I searched for the source.
My Lucky Stars. Somehow they had fallen from my wrist and were lying in an almost straight line at my knees. I broke out into a new set of tears. How could I even think of killing myself when the most important person in my life was probably panicking in worry not knowing where I was. My sister, Brandy, would never forgive me if she knew I had killed myself. And even worse, what if she never found out what happened to me?
Had she been here she would have told me that I had shot Mr. Valentino in self-defense, and that it was an accident! Then she would have given me a hug and told me to go find the U.B.C.S member. She would have told me that the people really were dead by the time I had gotten to their corpses, I had read so much myself in the files! I'm sure Brandy would then proceed to give me an ass-whooping for being down on my knees ready to kill myself when there was a chance of survival.
The gun fell from my hand and fresh tears of hope from my eyes. I had to live. For Brandy. She loved my like my parents never did. I reached for my Lucky Stars and inspected them through teary eyes. Surprisingly they weren't broken, they had just fallen off startling me. I wiped my tears away with my hand and smiled.
Brandy had saved my life. Again. I owe my existence to her, she kept me from the streets when my parents died and now she had saved my life in Raccoon City. I put them back on and tugged at them to make sure they weren't broken.
And not surprisingly, they weren't.
I stood from my kneeling position and breathed in air. It stank of the undead but I was just happy to be breathing it.
* * *
I turned to my left when I heard gunshots. It sounded like rounds coming from a rifle. My heart sang in joy as I heard them. :The U.B.C.S. member!: I thought cheerfully. He had made it this far alive! The whisper of guilt that I still felt about leaving him disappeared like a wisp of fog in a tempest. He was alive and I was going to find him.
I was currently traveling down a well lit street after passing an extremely dark alley which I had no intention to go down. My rifle had been strapped to my back because I had seen so few zombies. It seemed like a waste to use all my ammo on them when things like Nemesis lurked around.
I ran down the street, my boots making little sound. Perhaps it was because they were leather or maybe it was because my spirits were so high. I turned left smacked into a U.B.C.S. uniform. I teetered to keep balance and regained my footing.
"I'm so glad I found you!" I cried happily.
Then I saw his face.
:The creepy Russian!: My mind howled. :I didn't want to find that U.B.C.S. member!:
"How did you know me?" His voice was deep and demanding, and I found myself afraid of him for just his voice alone.
Never mind that he had sniped someone.
"I d-don't. I-I heard g-g-gun shots." I hate it when I stutter, I sound like an idiot.
"Nice work." He gave a grin and reminded me very much of a shark. "You'll be safe now. All you have to do is come with me." His thick Russian accent held something in it, but I couldn't tell what. Dishonesty maybe?
Meanwhile I couldn't move. I was completely frozen over with fear. I was so scared I couldn't even lie, couldn't run, couldn't even breathe.
"What's wrong?" He asked. I saw his grip tighten on his rifle and I knew he'd shoot me down if I didn't do something. So I did what any self- respecting, desperate to escape girl would do-
-I hoofed him in the nuts. He let out a sharp yelp of surprise and pain, and doubled over onto the pavement.
I took it as a chance to run my ass off back to where I had come from. If I had enough time I'd dash into the dark alley and hide. Nothing had jumped out at me when I had passed and I had done a quick look in. Now I was very glad that I had.
I knew I had kicked him hard enough to keep him down for maybe a minute or two but that's all I had. I raced my own shadow down the street and half turned half leapt into the alley, crashing into the opposite wall. As soon as I regained my bearings I flattened against the wall that was in the direction I had come. With any luck he would run be me in a mad frenzy.
My breathes were labored and ragged as I tried to calm down. I had maybe thirty seconds at best. All at once I heard feet hit pavement at a run.
What surprised me was that they came from the opposite direction. I quickly checked around the corner to see of the Russian was coming but he wasn't. When I looked the other way I saw a U.B.C.S. uniform dash around the corner.
:The one I'm really looking for!: He made good speed but I could tell that his left arm was bleeding. I had to get him in the alley or the Russian would most likely kill him out of rage. I darted over to the other side of the and waited for him to come into my vision.
Once he did I grabbed him and jerked him into the alley, his force causing us to trip to the other side of the alley. Since I was behind him I felt his body weight smash me against the wall. The air was expelled from my lungs and I felt disoriented for a moment.
That moment was quickly over when he started to struggle and reach for a weapon.
"Don't I'm not a zombie. It's me, the girl you met earlier." I said fiercely into his ear and he stopped squirming. His back was pressed against my front and I could feel how warm he was, his faint musk drifted to me. I knew he was about to talk because I could feel him take in a sharp breath. I clamped my hand over his mouth and I heard only a soft murmur. "Don't talk. Don't move." He shifted a little and I realized we were in a sitting position.
And he was right between my legs. :Don't even think about it.: I told myself firmly. I moved my hand from his mouth and let it trail down his chest for lack of a better place to put it. I could feel that beneath that uniform that he was well muscled as I had originally thought.
"Hey baby, if you get to feel me, I get to feel you." He said softly with a tone of playfulness that told me he was joking. But I was glad however that he couldn't see my face- and the blush that had taken it over.
Instead of replying (which would have been disastrous) I silenced any further comments with my hand over his mouth again. He dug his back against me as punishment.
Well, at least he had a sense of humour.
Just then the creepy Russian ran by screaming in anger. The Hispanic tried to make a move to signal him but I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him closer. He must have understood for he didn't move after that.
For a long time, perhaps longer than necessary we simply sat together in silence.
I felt a wet something brush against my palm and I brought it away from his face. He had licked my hand. I remember doing that as I kid.
"You were starting to choke me." He told me.
"Sorry."
"Can we get up now?" He was still leaning against me and I hadn't even noticed.
"Yes." We both got up and I got a good look at his face. He had a paper thin scar one centimeter from the bottom corner of his right eye down below his cheek bone. His eyes were an even deeper green than I had expected.
"Who are you?" He asked cautiously. "And why did you grab me into this alley?"
"I'm Tequila Ebony." I replied. I didn't have any fear of him, though I didn't know why; he could probably snap me in half with his arms. "And I had to make sure that the creepy Russian didn't see you."
He let out a short bark of laughter. "You mean Nicholai Ginovaef? He was one of the squad leaders in my platoon. He wasn't mine though."
"Well he's hardly management material." I related to him the story of how I had seen 'Nicholai' shot a fellow member.
He didn't look all that surprised. "When we were on the transport here he kept grinning like a pairana. Now I know why." He may not have looked surprised but he had gone a little white. After a short moment of thought he looked startled and immediately put his hand out for a hand shake.
"My name is Enrico Shoran." I took his hand and he gave it a good shake. "But my friends call me Gunner." And then he winked at me. Where had I heard that name before? :That's right! In that diary.: At least I knew I could trust him.
His eyes shot to my hand and he noticed the blood. "Are you cut?" He turned my hand over and checked it.
"No it's someone else's."
He raised an eyebrow.
"He attacked me." I explained. Then my memories caught up with me and I remembered that his left arm was bleeding. "Besides you're the one we should be worrying about." A walked over to his arm and carefully peeled the cut fabric away.
Gunner had a bullet wound. Luckily it had only grazed the skin and hadn't embedded itself into him. I could easily patch him up.
He shrugged away. "I'll be fine." He looked slightly cold.
Too bad for him. "I'm going to bandage you up." I said it as firmly as I could. It seemed to have worked for he grinned.
I began to worry when the grin turned into a smile.
"Hey baby, you can do whatever you like to me."
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Jade: How did you like that? A little short but amusing anyway.
jade_ice17@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own REsident Evil or anything that is in the games but I do own any original characters.
CHAPTER 5: FOR LOVE
The cold metal of the gun that was to be my release felt like ice against my temple. I let out my breath and took another, in hopes that I could think clearly.
I had just shot Mr. Valentino. Left a U.B.C.S. member to his death. And had been killing what were once people for the past day. I didn't deserve to live after what I had done to the people in Raccoon City.
I was a cold blooded killer.
My guilt boiled to the top and I took a sharp intake of breath. I closed my eyes and I could feel hot tears stream down my face. My finger quivered on the trigger and slowly, oh god so slowly, I squeezed it-
-Until a chime like that of an angel's bell made my eyes shoot open. Not taking the gun from my head I searched for the source.
My Lucky Stars. Somehow they had fallen from my wrist and were lying in an almost straight line at my knees. I broke out into a new set of tears. How could I even think of killing myself when the most important person in my life was probably panicking in worry not knowing where I was. My sister, Brandy, would never forgive me if she knew I had killed myself. And even worse, what if she never found out what happened to me?
Had she been here she would have told me that I had shot Mr. Valentino in self-defense, and that it was an accident! Then she would have given me a hug and told me to go find the U.B.C.S member. She would have told me that the people really were dead by the time I had gotten to their corpses, I had read so much myself in the files! I'm sure Brandy would then proceed to give me an ass-whooping for being down on my knees ready to kill myself when there was a chance of survival.
The gun fell from my hand and fresh tears of hope from my eyes. I had to live. For Brandy. She loved my like my parents never did. I reached for my Lucky Stars and inspected them through teary eyes. Surprisingly they weren't broken, they had just fallen off startling me. I wiped my tears away with my hand and smiled.
Brandy had saved my life. Again. I owe my existence to her, she kept me from the streets when my parents died and now she had saved my life in Raccoon City. I put them back on and tugged at them to make sure they weren't broken.
And not surprisingly, they weren't.
I stood from my kneeling position and breathed in air. It stank of the undead but I was just happy to be breathing it.
* * *
I turned to my left when I heard gunshots. It sounded like rounds coming from a rifle. My heart sang in joy as I heard them. :The U.B.C.S. member!: I thought cheerfully. He had made it this far alive! The whisper of guilt that I still felt about leaving him disappeared like a wisp of fog in a tempest. He was alive and I was going to find him.
I was currently traveling down a well lit street after passing an extremely dark alley which I had no intention to go down. My rifle had been strapped to my back because I had seen so few zombies. It seemed like a waste to use all my ammo on them when things like Nemesis lurked around.
I ran down the street, my boots making little sound. Perhaps it was because they were leather or maybe it was because my spirits were so high. I turned left smacked into a U.B.C.S. uniform. I teetered to keep balance and regained my footing.
"I'm so glad I found you!" I cried happily.
Then I saw his face.
:The creepy Russian!: My mind howled. :I didn't want to find that U.B.C.S. member!:
"How did you know me?" His voice was deep and demanding, and I found myself afraid of him for just his voice alone.
Never mind that he had sniped someone.
"I d-don't. I-I heard g-g-gun shots." I hate it when I stutter, I sound like an idiot.
"Nice work." He gave a grin and reminded me very much of a shark. "You'll be safe now. All you have to do is come with me." His thick Russian accent held something in it, but I couldn't tell what. Dishonesty maybe?
Meanwhile I couldn't move. I was completely frozen over with fear. I was so scared I couldn't even lie, couldn't run, couldn't even breathe.
"What's wrong?" He asked. I saw his grip tighten on his rifle and I knew he'd shoot me down if I didn't do something. So I did what any self- respecting, desperate to escape girl would do-
-I hoofed him in the nuts. He let out a sharp yelp of surprise and pain, and doubled over onto the pavement.
I took it as a chance to run my ass off back to where I had come from. If I had enough time I'd dash into the dark alley and hide. Nothing had jumped out at me when I had passed and I had done a quick look in. Now I was very glad that I had.
I knew I had kicked him hard enough to keep him down for maybe a minute or two but that's all I had. I raced my own shadow down the street and half turned half leapt into the alley, crashing into the opposite wall. As soon as I regained my bearings I flattened against the wall that was in the direction I had come. With any luck he would run be me in a mad frenzy.
My breathes were labored and ragged as I tried to calm down. I had maybe thirty seconds at best. All at once I heard feet hit pavement at a run.
What surprised me was that they came from the opposite direction. I quickly checked around the corner to see of the Russian was coming but he wasn't. When I looked the other way I saw a U.B.C.S. uniform dash around the corner.
:The one I'm really looking for!: He made good speed but I could tell that his left arm was bleeding. I had to get him in the alley or the Russian would most likely kill him out of rage. I darted over to the other side of the and waited for him to come into my vision.
Once he did I grabbed him and jerked him into the alley, his force causing us to trip to the other side of the alley. Since I was behind him I felt his body weight smash me against the wall. The air was expelled from my lungs and I felt disoriented for a moment.
That moment was quickly over when he started to struggle and reach for a weapon.
"Don't I'm not a zombie. It's me, the girl you met earlier." I said fiercely into his ear and he stopped squirming. His back was pressed against my front and I could feel how warm he was, his faint musk drifted to me. I knew he was about to talk because I could feel him take in a sharp breath. I clamped my hand over his mouth and I heard only a soft murmur. "Don't talk. Don't move." He shifted a little and I realized we were in a sitting position.
And he was right between my legs. :Don't even think about it.: I told myself firmly. I moved my hand from his mouth and let it trail down his chest for lack of a better place to put it. I could feel that beneath that uniform that he was well muscled as I had originally thought.
"Hey baby, if you get to feel me, I get to feel you." He said softly with a tone of playfulness that told me he was joking. But I was glad however that he couldn't see my face- and the blush that had taken it over.
Instead of replying (which would have been disastrous) I silenced any further comments with my hand over his mouth again. He dug his back against me as punishment.
Well, at least he had a sense of humour.
Just then the creepy Russian ran by screaming in anger. The Hispanic tried to make a move to signal him but I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him closer. He must have understood for he didn't move after that.
For a long time, perhaps longer than necessary we simply sat together in silence.
I felt a wet something brush against my palm and I brought it away from his face. He had licked my hand. I remember doing that as I kid.
"You were starting to choke me." He told me.
"Sorry."
"Can we get up now?" He was still leaning against me and I hadn't even noticed.
"Yes." We both got up and I got a good look at his face. He had a paper thin scar one centimeter from the bottom corner of his right eye down below his cheek bone. His eyes were an even deeper green than I had expected.
"Who are you?" He asked cautiously. "And why did you grab me into this alley?"
"I'm Tequila Ebony." I replied. I didn't have any fear of him, though I didn't know why; he could probably snap me in half with his arms. "And I had to make sure that the creepy Russian didn't see you."
He let out a short bark of laughter. "You mean Nicholai Ginovaef? He was one of the squad leaders in my platoon. He wasn't mine though."
"Well he's hardly management material." I related to him the story of how I had seen 'Nicholai' shot a fellow member.
He didn't look all that surprised. "When we were on the transport here he kept grinning like a pairana. Now I know why." He may not have looked surprised but he had gone a little white. After a short moment of thought he looked startled and immediately put his hand out for a hand shake.
"My name is Enrico Shoran." I took his hand and he gave it a good shake. "But my friends call me Gunner." And then he winked at me. Where had I heard that name before? :That's right! In that diary.: At least I knew I could trust him.
His eyes shot to my hand and he noticed the blood. "Are you cut?" He turned my hand over and checked it.
"No it's someone else's."
He raised an eyebrow.
"He attacked me." I explained. Then my memories caught up with me and I remembered that his left arm was bleeding. "Besides you're the one we should be worrying about." A walked over to his arm and carefully peeled the cut fabric away.
Gunner had a bullet wound. Luckily it had only grazed the skin and hadn't embedded itself into him. I could easily patch him up.
He shrugged away. "I'll be fine." He looked slightly cold.
Too bad for him. "I'm going to bandage you up." I said it as firmly as I could. It seemed to have worked for he grinned.
I began to worry when the grin turned into a smile.
"Hey baby, you can do whatever you like to me."
****
Jade: How did you like that? A little short but amusing anyway.
jade_ice17@hotmail.com
