"Terminus A Quo"
A fanfiction interpretation of favorite scenes from Squaresoft's Sci-fi Cinematic RPG Parasite Eve II by gamer Arachay
Reposted with minor revisions: 08-09-2012
Series: Parasite Eve II
Characters/Pairing: Aya Brea & Kyle Madigan (KyleAya)
Genre: Sci-fi adventure based on cinematic PS RPG
Warnings: CONTAINS SPOILERS!
Disclaimer: I dun own 'em.
Scenario 2: The Bottom of The Well
Stop it! Aya Brea chided herself.
Whether she liked it or not, she kept thinking about him. Ever since she met the private investigator Kyle Madigan, it was very hard for her to push the mental images out of her mind. Even now, as she gingerly descended the well in Dryfield, to investigate the spine-chilling screams coming from the abandoned house on the other side of the trailer coach, her thoughts were of him still, that she absent-mindedly slipped down the rope too fast.
"Ugh." Aya grunted in disgust. With a sickening "slosh" she had landed in knee-deep murky water that -judging by the feel & smell of it- was bobbing with filth. Instantly her nostrils were assailed by the damp, musty stench that hung heavily in the dark unventilated tunnel. It made her lungs contract painfully and her entrails lurch violently up her throat. She steadied herself for a few seconds, concentrating hard to keep her lunch in. Then, trying to take in as little of the muskiness as her lungs would permit, she raised her M4A1 Rifle and inched forward cautiously.
Disoriented by the darkness in the sewer, Aya really didn't know which direction to take yet, but her decision was made for her when she tested an iron gate to her right & found it locked. Turning to the opposite direction she quickened her pace, hoping to find the exit soon. The result of her haste, was loud swishing noises magnified by the closed quarters. This job is getting more unglamorous by the minute... Aya winced as her legs chopped up the dirty stagnant depths and stirred up rippling currents with her legs. She moaned at the uncomfortable feeling of wading in the pool of sewer water which was filled with who-knows-what, she didn't want to imagine the little horrors that were brushing against the bare skin above her boots... The combined sensations and echoing noises were almost unnerving.
Apparently, the well's dwellers didn't feel any more pleased about the untimely house call any more than Aya did. A flock of angry bats shrieked towards their unwelcome guest, the darkness an advantage to them, as opposed to Aya. Her vision pulsated for a split second, illuminating the creatures in bright shades of gray. Her heartbeat thumped in her ears. Since she couldn't very well use her rifle accurately in the pitch-blackness, and since the odds were against her, Aya quickly made short work of them with an inferno blast. When the flames of the last burning bats died away, she waited while her BP counter flashed a series of digits, then proceeded deeper into the tunnel.
Relieved that the tunnel floor soon elevated, and a light switch made her path easier to trek. She was more than happy to leave the sewer water behind, when she was greeted by yet another addition to her guidebook of new & unfamiliar breeds of Artificial Neo Mitochondrion Creatures. The stealthy-four-legged spider-like A.N.M.C. called a Stalker, was a cunning opponent. She was taken by surprise by it's ability to camouflage itself in its' environment, but when the battle was over it was made worth it by the generous bounty points on her BP counter. She made a mental note to keep an eye out for those tricky ones...
Eventually she found herself at the end of the tunnel and torn between ridding herself of the nasal torment; or satiating her hunger for adventure. Aya eventually gave in to her curiosity and allowed herself some last minute exploring. After flipping the lights on, she spotted a heavy wooden door, which easily creaked opened with a single push. Beyond it was a spacious but dingy cellar. After doing her routinely pest exterminating, she examined the room, only then did adrenaline begin to dissipate and her pulse began to settle.
Judging by the wine barrels and scattered game pieces on the wide table, she presumed it was a game room. The room sure had the atmosphere for it. She then continued to examine a humble collection of old & unusable guns behind a rack with severed glass, and a moldy wooden shelf with a box of trading cards.
The trading cards, immediately brought to mind her former co-worker Wayne and her present co-MIST agent, Pierce. "Pierce was bragging about winning some tournament with cards like this..." Aya commented to herself. "Why are grown men so excited about collecting things?" As she said this, she mulled for an answer but coming up with nothing that made sense then added with a sigh. "Boys will be boys..." She flipped through the stack of dusty trading cards in her hand, without really paying any attention to the cards itself or why she bothered looking at them. She was once again lost in deep thought, briefly mesmerized by the weathered cards... Maybe she REALLY wanted to know why most guys found trading cards so interesting... or maybe she just wondered about one particular guy... "I wonder if that P.I. Madigan collects anything..."Aya murmured aloud. The impact of her words took a while to reach her consciousness. She jolted herself out of the silly reverie. Her heart which seemed to have stopped beating and the familiar tingling sensation in her stomach brought torment with the recognition of her inevitable fancy. Resisting the urge to smile, she defended herself quickly with sarcastic soliloquy, "Actually," Aya said dryly, hastily replacing the cards, shoving the box back into the shelf and dusting her palms. "I don't want to know."
end of the at the bottom of the well scene.
End Notes:
08-2012: Again, my appreciation goes out to all who read, reviewed (and faved?)! I actually had the third part of this semi-drafted ages ago! But! Sadly, it really does take so much effort for me to get just one simple fic done... I wish I were a more skilled writer so I didn't have to feel so guilty about making readers wait... *bows* I apologize for that...