I tend to write a lot whenever I work on my fic. However, I also delete
quite a bit whenever I do ... These are major scenes that seriously were
written but deleted out when going through the story. I always keep the
major deleted parts on a file so now. enjoy.
Deleted Scene One: Younger Years
Prologue 1.3
Scene Description: Ken Kennedy (yeah, very creative for a name :p) thinks back on how their old car trips use to be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soon the whole family will be reunited. Just like old times.
*flash back 17 years ago.*
Leon: DAD! CAMERON BROKE THE HEAD OF MY ACTION FIGURE!
Cameron: CRYBABY!
Leon: AM NOT!!!
Cameron: ARE TOO!!!
Leon: AM NOT TIMES TWO!!!
Cameron: ARE TOO TIMES A BAJILLION!!!
Leon: ARE TOO TIMES INFINITE PLUS TWO!!!
Kathy: Will you two hush up. Cameron, apologize for breaking your brother's doll.
Leon: Its not a doll! Dolls are for girls with flat pant areas! I'M A MAN!
Kathy: Flat. Leon where did you learn this!?!
Leon: Cameron told me that women are flat and have to squat when they go pee pee.
Cameron: He got curious when he showed me one of dad's magazines that he found under his bed? What else am I gonna say? Every one of their things broke off before the pictures?
Leon: Mommy, you can have mine if you want. I won't mind sitting down when I pee pee.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Ken chuckled to himself. The car was always a hybrid of chaos during long trips. Even years later, they were still at it together.
*flash back 7 years*
Leon: Smooth as a baby's bottom. *strokes Cameron's head
Cameron: Quit it Leon, you'll have to lose all that hair too if you wanna be a cop.
Leon: That isn't for another two years. You on the other hand get to go to boot camp now. *pulls out a rag and begins to buff his brother's head*
Cameron sat at a thinking position as his eyes were narrowed and very crossed as Leon began to breathe on his head polish it to a glistening shine. Without warning, his left arm swings over and pulls his little brother in an arm lock.
Cameron: If you think I'm tough now, just wait till I come back, beefed up and ready to kick ass.
Leon: *gawk*
Kathy: Cameron, could you please release your brother, his face looks like its turning two shades of purple and your fighting is disturbing me from grading these papers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The scene really didn't have no importance. The car scene dragged on too long and didn't need no more baggage. While I enjoy making my stories borderline-goofy. this was just too stupid. Plus I think the bathroom scene presented how Leon and Cameron's brotherly relationship is much better than having flashbacks. Plus it's a little on the cliché side.
I did add one flashback later on involving the family having breakfast. I want to present the Kennedy family as the "typical American family". So what you read in Prologue 2.3 is nothing more than a spoof of those old fifties "Leave it to Beaver" settings.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deleted Scene Two: YOU BITCH
Prologue 1.6
Scene Description: Right after Claire gets "Shot" and the woman reaches down to touch the wound.
"GO AHEAD BITCH! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! MOST DECENT ASSASINS USSUALLY PUT A PIECE OF LEAD IN THEIR VICTIM'S HEAD TO MAKE SURE THEY ARE DEAD!" she (Claire) screamed as tears ran down her cheeks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was just something about it that made it feel inappropriate. It messed up the calm slow action of her falling down. Because this was the Prologue; I didn't want people to feel that Claire is someone who is "angst" and not simply "jittery." Besides, Claire's a strong woman who should have a strong character. Not some whinny bitch.
While it was a short scene. it was also a pain every time I read it
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deleted Scene 3: Emails and Letters
Prologue 1
Scene Description: Leon, Kathy, Cameron write email to each other at the start of the story
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Resident Evil 2: Rook and Pawns (working title at the time)
Prologue 1
Dear Mom,
Faith has a strange way of showing its presence. It slips through fingers like grains of sand, yet once found, it seems to mold into a sand castle with mere thoughts, that engrave each detail with the delicate touch of Michelangelo.
You know, I haven't been that philosophical since my Shakesphere course at Ball State University. It's really strange. My mouth was a constant stretch of four letter words; especially with my drinking buddies. Then I enrolled in the Indiana Police Academy and had to clean up my lingo there. I also was forced to get a hair cut there. The second my white Nike's touched the hot brown turf, I was theirs. Before long, my hair was gone and traditionally cool posture hardened into "attention" faster than a speeding bullet.
But enough of my past; what matters is my present. After two years of learning how to file a report, self defense, as well as handling a gun (not that I needed to due to my father taking me every week since I was 10 to the shooting ranges), I'm ready to graduate. supposedly with top honors. No surprise really. I'm not trying to be vain, but, it was the truth. It seemed that most of the people who wanted to be cops were doing it because of the money, power, or wanted to make a difference without joining the army.
Am I the only one who's doing this because it just seems. right? If I wanted money, since I'm good at math, I could probably have worked for Umbrella. I heard that just being a scientist there pays more money than most brain surgeons. Power? Well, besides the unfun job of hand out tickets every day. I don't see how Dad enjoys it. Handing out tickets is like homework; the more you give out, the more you have to grade. Geez Dad, don't you realize that sitting at the desk is just a magnet for the donut box? If I ever forgot how many years he's been on the force, all I have to do is look at his belt loop. It seems that gut of his expands like a never ending trimester. Every year, it just moves up hole. He worries me some time. Please Mom, don't let him have a heart attack like Grandpa.
Your son, Leon lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Leon,
Don't worry about your father. He's been taking it a lot easier. especially when you got that scholarship and we didn't have to pay an arm and a leg just to pull you through. I told you over and over to pick a community college. They are so much cheaper. But if its what you want, than I see no reason why you can't go.
I'm so glad that you'll finally get to complete your schooling. I am thankful that you took that class. I find your little similes. adorable. Well, the trimester remark is a little much, but at least it's good to know you can control your mouth better. unlike your brother, Cameron.
Have you been reading your Bible? Reverend Easton had this wonderful sermon on David from the Old Testament. If you are going to be in such dangerous work, it maybe best to keep your relationship with the lord very close.
Is there any benefit from graduating at such a high position? I am not familiar with your school's policy. Perhaps you will get to work with your father over at the Mercury Police Department. Possibly share the donut wealth between you two?
How are things going between you and Laura? She's so cute. Her mother makes delicious chicken pot pie and has a very nice Tupperware collection. You know, as soon as you find a job, you should consider settling down somewhere. I think she is so perfect for you. A perfect Christian.
May god watch your path,
Mom
Kathy_kennedy_1958@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dear Mom,
Actually, my Bible has been collecting dust for some time. I'm sorry, but I just am not that into church stuff like you are. I really don't care if Laura is a "perfect Christian" or not. In fact, I think she's a total whore. We broke up two weeks ago, after I found out why she seemed so calm about not seeing me for a few years due to the Academy. Apparently she's found Uncle Richard's son "more appealing." She's due in December.
Pisses me off just thinking about it.
Oh well, what's done is done. I can't do anything about it.
But let's just let that issue slide. I'm happy you liked my last letter though(. I figured you would notice the half dozen similes considering you are an English teacher.
I just got done talking with my roommate and he says that I should be able to choose any police department hiring. I think it's awesome. I thought about working with Dad in Mercury, but, I really want to "go out there." Raccoon supposedly wants to hire more officers due to some major cannibal case. You remember? It was in the paper? The city is really on edge. It's insane. It's gotten more attention than the OJ Simpson trial. Even their S.T.A.R.S. division got suspended because of the case. I doubt they will assign me to that case. I'll probably end up on busta-drunk-nights.
But don't worry about me. You should be praying for Cameron. He's the one being shipped to Kuwait right now.
I have to go and get my graduation uniform ready. Hope to see you soon.
Love,
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Hey bro,
Oh my fucking god. Leon, how could you!! She was fucking fine. I'd tap that ass faster than these keyboards if I had the chance! (HA, you're not the only one who has simile magic on you. Although I wouldn't display it for mom :p )
So how have you been? Glad you'll be getting out of that hell hole soon and out playing cops and robbers. Me? I'll be laying out in the hot sand with an M-16 in one hand and a porno in the other. Life can't get any more sweet.
Fuck, maybe I should be a little more on the real side with you. I suck at this. so don't give me shit if I sound too sappy.
I hope that you accomplish what you want to do. I fucked off through high school, but if it weren't for the army, I would be shit out of luck and Dad would've kicked me out by now. You'd probably see me flipping cheese burgers.
If we don't get to see each other before I leave, I guess I should leave you with brotherly advice: Don't shit off. I know you won't but hey, I'm your brother, I'm supposed to remind you of the obvious.
You got what it takes to succeed; although no one else sees it, but I do. Don't let anyone convince you that you're some misguided pussy who cares more about his hair than how many rounds he fires. You'll do fine. I think with Dad's donut instinct and Mom's Tupperware tastes, you'll succeed out there :D
Mom said you are considering Raccoon. I took Angel shopping there one time. Nice place. Doesn't look like the old neighborhood. Be glad you weren't born when we lived on the west end.
Good luck,
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
CAMERON!
What are you doing reading Mom's email!!1
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It was open. I can't help it if Mom doesn't close her mailbox. I saw your name and noticed it was from you.
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Fine, I believe you. thanks for the advice, though. I guess. although it is true. I feel like no one listens to me. Everyone listens to you. then again, I guess they have to since you are a LTJG.
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Cameron Thanks. Look, if they don't listen to you, that's there problem. You're smarter than them. Smack them. If it's a chick, definitely smack her. maybe get a good feel while you're.
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Shut up :p
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
DON'T SPAM MY MAILBOX!!! X-(
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I'm not :D
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
YOU SHIT! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!!!
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Yes, I am a little shit, aren't I? :p What are you going to do? Tell Mom you were digging through her email? [devil_face]
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Leon,
Sorry about the news with Laura. She seemed so nice too. I thought she would be perfect for you. Oh well, at least you are not the father. Ken would be furious if he knew that you. you know.
Oh Leon, I'm sure your brother will be fine. He's far more excited than scared. Ken is happy that maybe that he would straighten up someday. Hopefully, the Holy Spirit will fill him as he did you and wash his sinful tongue as well.
He won't be leaving until next Friday. So he'll be coming as well. Your father is scheduling a day off so he can come be there. It's good that he takes days off every now and then.
Is there any dish that you want me to prepare when we reach the dorms? Casserole? Baked Spaghetti? Fettuccine Alfredo? From your last picture, it looks they starved you to death. It's probably the hair though. I'm still not use to you without your long floppy hair. Even if some of it has grown back, it just doesn't look a thing like you.
But it doesn't matter. You look so handsome with it pulled and tucked under your hat. It really brings out your eyes. You've adopted your grandfather's sapphire look. Truly a blessing. You should show them off more often.
Hope to see you soon,
Mom
Kathy_kennedy_1958@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~+-|-+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leon smiled as he leaned his head against his fist. His eyes slowly rocked back and forth as he read the final email of the night. His fingers gently stroked the rough patch; moving the arrow key to the print icon, tapping it once more to print it.
He puffed his chest as he stretched his long forearms to the heavens; letting a quick puff of air that made his lips rumble as the exited his lips. He hated shopping. What made it worse was that he was shopping for clothes and shoes, something that was deemed for the opposite sex. What a good waste of "drinking day", the only day where he could chug a Samuel Adams on Friday and be sobered up by the time class starts on Monday. Then again, he should quit. He was a soon-to-be cop after all.
"If you can stop smoking, alcohol shouldn't be that hard," he mumbled to himself as he picked up the email from the printer and tucked it into a folder. "God, I'm such a pack rat," he smirked as his pink tongue slipped out the side of his mouth. Good thing he doesn't do the same to all the junk mail he receives; otherwise he could probably buy a car from all the money he would gain from recycling the paper. He took a moment to place his hands on his hips. He gazed around the room. Being here was such an eye-opening experience. He had his doubts before entering, but now he felt a deep satisfaction of becoming a cop. So what if he's not going to get the recognition most heroes like Superman would gain from what they do. That's okay.
He sat on the edge of his bed. His comfortable tank top and boxers snuggled against his body as he slowly pulled off his shirt and prepared for bed. Slipping in between the fleece blue sheets, he looked over to his side. His hand was about to reach over to the lamp when he noticed the bible his mother had him take when he left for the academy.
"Why not." he whispered as he reached over and grabbed it. At least now he could honestly tell her he looked at it before she came over. He pressed his thumb against his tongue. He then flipped over to some random page.
"Romans."
He scanned through the passage until he turned towards the section entitled "God's Love."
For you we face death
All day long.
We are like sheep
on the way
to be butchered.
"That was unexpected," he mumbled as he puts the book back on the table. Its top stained with various rings where his cup sat for prolong periods of time.
His lean body stood up as he pulled his shirt off. The air quickly evaporated the sweat that built up underneath as his hand reached over to set the clock to the butt crack of dawn.
Tomorrow was another day.
After that, a start to a brand new life: as Officer Kennedy of the Raccoon Police Department.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was very tough to get rid of. Mainly because it was an entire chapter. But Leon didn't feel like "Leon". most of it gets repeated in the car scene and in the Steakhouse. That's why in the Bathroom scene. Leon referred to the "email." The part where Leon is going to bed kind've feels cheesy.
After getting rid of that, I needed a new beginning..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deleted Scene 4: Second attempt at the Beginning
Prologue 1
Scene Description: Leon wakes up. yeah..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A small black machine buzzed through the room. A hand reached over and began to smack it pound at it, attempting to turn its monotonous sharp tune off. The noise was enough to make anyone want to grab a shotgun and put a piece of lead through its digital numbers.
*WHACK*
His fist pounded on the snooze button as he ironically picks it up gently to stare at its bright red numbers.
"Tooooo. early." mumbled Leon as he turns on the off switch. His rich brown hair fell over his forehead as he attempted pathetically to get up. He needed a shower. That was the only thing that will get him wired for today. It didn't matter if he was graduating or not. He valued his sleep like a normal teen would. Well technically he was adult considering he is of drinking age. But he had what the instructors called "a baby face." As clean as if he just came fresh from the womb of a mother. smoother than most boy bands off a teenie-bopper magazine. The only difference was that at least he went through puberty.
"Pity no one listens to you because you are like some 'pretty-boy'," he scoffed. "Nope, it didn't matter if you can hit a twelve inch target from fifty yards on the spot or gain the fastest times in rappelling OR make the top five out of your graduation class. you can hold a pistol to their head and they would probably just go run off and catch a movie or something."
Leon turned towards the mirror. "Maybe I should run a bristle scrub brush over my face every morning." He placed his hands under the faucet. "Well at least you don't have problems finding dates for formals."
After drying his palms, the young man slowly made his way through the rest of his morning routine. After taking a moment to grab the remote off the floor with one hand and scratching his crotch area in the other; he sat down to a nice bowl of Fruit Loops in front of television. His finger reached over and turned it on channel twenty-four. It was time for "Richmond Morning Show with Jack and Diane" after all.
Watching the show became more of a ritual for him. He never did have time during the day to see what's going on outside of the academy nor the ability to get a newspaper considering they are all gone in the bin by the time he reaches it. Besides, Jack and Diane seem to have a small charm to him.
Lately though, there really hasn't been anything humorous on their show. It's all about the cannibal cases that were occurring in Raccoon City. Leon took in another spoonful of the sugar-coated cereal. "Wonder what's it like to be in there right now?" he thought as he held the metal spoon with his lips.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I tried a more 'carefree' approach. Again, he is off-character. In fact, he comes off as a whiny turnoff (a hybrid of . Steve _). Besides, who wants to read 5 pages of Leon brushing his teeth, eating cereal, and stuff? It didn't take long to trash this beginning. That was when I came up with the deer scene. I felt that scene was far better due to the fact that it catches the reader off. They think it is just another RE2 start but ends up to be something else.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deleted Scene 5: My Barry's Back
Prologue 2.4
Scene Description: Claire council's with Barry over her trauma.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prologue 2.4
Claire sat in the oak chair. It had been two hours since she returned to her dorms. Her brown mane was still wet from her long warm shower. The sick, twisted fear that wrapped around her stomach like grape vines in a vineyard early has slowly unraveled into a calm state of peace.
She smiled as the words from her telephone conversation with the cop repeated in her head: Don't worry. I usually carry an unloaded weapon on campus, BUT, for you. I'll leave one bullet reserved.
"It is cruel of me. Fairly uncatholically even. if that's a word. But what that bitch put me through, I wouldn't mind seeing a bullet slicking through her heart.
Maybe the heart was going a little too far. Shit I would be just as happy if he shot her shoulder. or her foot. Her foot would be nicer so that she could only chase me across the street in a walker."
The door slowly cracked open. The gentle groan of a long varnished cane escaped from the rubber as it held the sturdy weight of the bearded man.
Claire stood up and smiled as she hugged the burly man. His beard tickled her shoulder as she pulled away and sat down with him. His face was thick with lines of wear and tear, his eyes still gleamed with the gentleness of a panda.
The desk attendant walked over towards the two holding a tag.
"Excuse me sir, could you please wear this? All visitors have to for safety reasons," she spoke. Her fat fingers held the small laminated piece of plastic. The front has turned into a light gray due to wiping and reusing the identification sheet.
"Of course. Name's Burton. Barry Burton," he gave a friendly grin as the girl wrote his name in bubbly writing. Reaching down in her khaki shorts, she produced a medium-sized clip. She grabbed a small bit of clothing from his jacket and pinned it on his chest like some war hero after a long battle. Walking back towards her work space, the attendant quickly jerked her head as a sudden thought came to her brain fairly late.
"Would you like the handicap card as well, sir? I know how heavy these doors can be, and a cane would make it hard to."
"It's okay. I can get the door for him. Save it for someone who really needs it, Patty."
"Sure thing, Claire."
Barry turned his attention back down to Claire again. She reached over and touched his old camouflaged coat. He usually had it on during deer hunting season. It smelled of pine and earth.
"You haven't worn that in a long time. I'm guessing you got the urine out from that broken musk bottle?"
He reached towards the side ends and pulled on it like a proud nobleman in his penguin suit.
"Yes, took a while though. Did Chris manage to.?"
"He did. Although he used about five bottles of Freebreeze doing so. So how is your back doing?" Claire had her hands on her lap. She was leaning forward as her head was cocked towards his attention. "Still doing alright with the private investigator business?"
"Not too shabby. To be honest, business has never been busier with those cannibal murders going on. Enough about me. You seemed upset on the phone. Anything I can help you with?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I really wanted this chapter. hell, if you are reading this. you are probably getting a small sample of Prologue 3 on what Barry will be like.
However, due to conflicts, I need Barry in the next Prologue because it makes more sense.
Deleted Scene 6: Title Dance Prologue 2 Ending Skit Scene Description: Leon and Claire dance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Claire: Leon! LOOK!
Leon: OMG. I don't believe it! WE HAVE A TITLE!!
Claire and Leon: *holding hands singing* WE HAVE A TITLE! WE HAVE A TITLE!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Ending Skits are nothing more than writings on the whim. They aren't planned. I only deleted this after realizing that not everyone knows that this story didn't have a title earlier so I replaced it with a new one. Yeah, they are cheesy, but, its just a small tribute to "Sonny and Cher", the "Donny and Marie" type shows.
That's it for Deleted Scenes. The prologue is now halfway over. Hopefully you are enjoying this. The story is probably going to get weirder as you go along considering you'll meet some people in the next chapter who are dead in the normal RE universe.
Deleted Scene One: Younger Years
Prologue 1.3
Scene Description: Ken Kennedy (yeah, very creative for a name :p) thinks back on how their old car trips use to be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Soon the whole family will be reunited. Just like old times.
*flash back 17 years ago.*
Leon: DAD! CAMERON BROKE THE HEAD OF MY ACTION FIGURE!
Cameron: CRYBABY!
Leon: AM NOT!!!
Cameron: ARE TOO!!!
Leon: AM NOT TIMES TWO!!!
Cameron: ARE TOO TIMES A BAJILLION!!!
Leon: ARE TOO TIMES INFINITE PLUS TWO!!!
Kathy: Will you two hush up. Cameron, apologize for breaking your brother's doll.
Leon: Its not a doll! Dolls are for girls with flat pant areas! I'M A MAN!
Kathy: Flat. Leon where did you learn this!?!
Leon: Cameron told me that women are flat and have to squat when they go pee pee.
Cameron: He got curious when he showed me one of dad's magazines that he found under his bed? What else am I gonna say? Every one of their things broke off before the pictures?
Leon: Mommy, you can have mine if you want. I won't mind sitting down when I pee pee.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Ken chuckled to himself. The car was always a hybrid of chaos during long trips. Even years later, they were still at it together.
*flash back 7 years*
Leon: Smooth as a baby's bottom. *strokes Cameron's head
Cameron: Quit it Leon, you'll have to lose all that hair too if you wanna be a cop.
Leon: That isn't for another two years. You on the other hand get to go to boot camp now. *pulls out a rag and begins to buff his brother's head*
Cameron sat at a thinking position as his eyes were narrowed and very crossed as Leon began to breathe on his head polish it to a glistening shine. Without warning, his left arm swings over and pulls his little brother in an arm lock.
Cameron: If you think I'm tough now, just wait till I come back, beefed up and ready to kick ass.
Leon: *gawk*
Kathy: Cameron, could you please release your brother, his face looks like its turning two shades of purple and your fighting is disturbing me from grading these papers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The scene really didn't have no importance. The car scene dragged on too long and didn't need no more baggage. While I enjoy making my stories borderline-goofy. this was just too stupid. Plus I think the bathroom scene presented how Leon and Cameron's brotherly relationship is much better than having flashbacks. Plus it's a little on the cliché side.
I did add one flashback later on involving the family having breakfast. I want to present the Kennedy family as the "typical American family". So what you read in Prologue 2.3 is nothing more than a spoof of those old fifties "Leave it to Beaver" settings.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deleted Scene Two: YOU BITCH
Prologue 1.6
Scene Description: Right after Claire gets "Shot" and the woman reaches down to touch the wound.
"GO AHEAD BITCH! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! MOST DECENT ASSASINS USSUALLY PUT A PIECE OF LEAD IN THEIR VICTIM'S HEAD TO MAKE SURE THEY ARE DEAD!" she (Claire) screamed as tears ran down her cheeks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There was just something about it that made it feel inappropriate. It messed up the calm slow action of her falling down. Because this was the Prologue; I didn't want people to feel that Claire is someone who is "angst" and not simply "jittery." Besides, Claire's a strong woman who should have a strong character. Not some whinny bitch.
While it was a short scene. it was also a pain every time I read it
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deleted Scene 3: Emails and Letters
Prologue 1
Scene Description: Leon, Kathy, Cameron write email to each other at the start of the story
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Resident Evil 2: Rook and Pawns (working title at the time)
Prologue 1
Dear Mom,
Faith has a strange way of showing its presence. It slips through fingers like grains of sand, yet once found, it seems to mold into a sand castle with mere thoughts, that engrave each detail with the delicate touch of Michelangelo.
You know, I haven't been that philosophical since my Shakesphere course at Ball State University. It's really strange. My mouth was a constant stretch of four letter words; especially with my drinking buddies. Then I enrolled in the Indiana Police Academy and had to clean up my lingo there. I also was forced to get a hair cut there. The second my white Nike's touched the hot brown turf, I was theirs. Before long, my hair was gone and traditionally cool posture hardened into "attention" faster than a speeding bullet.
But enough of my past; what matters is my present. After two years of learning how to file a report, self defense, as well as handling a gun (not that I needed to due to my father taking me every week since I was 10 to the shooting ranges), I'm ready to graduate. supposedly with top honors. No surprise really. I'm not trying to be vain, but, it was the truth. It seemed that most of the people who wanted to be cops were doing it because of the money, power, or wanted to make a difference without joining the army.
Am I the only one who's doing this because it just seems. right? If I wanted money, since I'm good at math, I could probably have worked for Umbrella. I heard that just being a scientist there pays more money than most brain surgeons. Power? Well, besides the unfun job of hand out tickets every day. I don't see how Dad enjoys it. Handing out tickets is like homework; the more you give out, the more you have to grade. Geez Dad, don't you realize that sitting at the desk is just a magnet for the donut box? If I ever forgot how many years he's been on the force, all I have to do is look at his belt loop. It seems that gut of his expands like a never ending trimester. Every year, it just moves up hole. He worries me some time. Please Mom, don't let him have a heart attack like Grandpa.
Your son, Leon lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Leon,
Don't worry about your father. He's been taking it a lot easier. especially when you got that scholarship and we didn't have to pay an arm and a leg just to pull you through. I told you over and over to pick a community college. They are so much cheaper. But if its what you want, than I see no reason why you can't go.
I'm so glad that you'll finally get to complete your schooling. I am thankful that you took that class. I find your little similes. adorable. Well, the trimester remark is a little much, but at least it's good to know you can control your mouth better. unlike your brother, Cameron.
Have you been reading your Bible? Reverend Easton had this wonderful sermon on David from the Old Testament. If you are going to be in such dangerous work, it maybe best to keep your relationship with the lord very close.
Is there any benefit from graduating at such a high position? I am not familiar with your school's policy. Perhaps you will get to work with your father over at the Mercury Police Department. Possibly share the donut wealth between you two?
How are things going between you and Laura? She's so cute. Her mother makes delicious chicken pot pie and has a very nice Tupperware collection. You know, as soon as you find a job, you should consider settling down somewhere. I think she is so perfect for you. A perfect Christian.
May god watch your path,
Mom
Kathy_kennedy_1958@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dear Mom,
Actually, my Bible has been collecting dust for some time. I'm sorry, but I just am not that into church stuff like you are. I really don't care if Laura is a "perfect Christian" or not. In fact, I think she's a total whore. We broke up two weeks ago, after I found out why she seemed so calm about not seeing me for a few years due to the Academy. Apparently she's found Uncle Richard's son "more appealing." She's due in December.
Pisses me off just thinking about it.
Oh well, what's done is done. I can't do anything about it.
But let's just let that issue slide. I'm happy you liked my last letter though(. I figured you would notice the half dozen similes considering you are an English teacher.
I just got done talking with my roommate and he says that I should be able to choose any police department hiring. I think it's awesome. I thought about working with Dad in Mercury, but, I really want to "go out there." Raccoon supposedly wants to hire more officers due to some major cannibal case. You remember? It was in the paper? The city is really on edge. It's insane. It's gotten more attention than the OJ Simpson trial. Even their S.T.A.R.S. division got suspended because of the case. I doubt they will assign me to that case. I'll probably end up on busta-drunk-nights.
But don't worry about me. You should be praying for Cameron. He's the one being shipped to Kuwait right now.
I have to go and get my graduation uniform ready. Hope to see you soon.
Love,
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Hey bro,
Oh my fucking god. Leon, how could you!! She was fucking fine. I'd tap that ass faster than these keyboards if I had the chance! (HA, you're not the only one who has simile magic on you. Although I wouldn't display it for mom :p )
So how have you been? Glad you'll be getting out of that hell hole soon and out playing cops and robbers. Me? I'll be laying out in the hot sand with an M-16 in one hand and a porno in the other. Life can't get any more sweet.
Fuck, maybe I should be a little more on the real side with you. I suck at this. so don't give me shit if I sound too sappy.
I hope that you accomplish what you want to do. I fucked off through high school, but if it weren't for the army, I would be shit out of luck and Dad would've kicked me out by now. You'd probably see me flipping cheese burgers.
If we don't get to see each other before I leave, I guess I should leave you with brotherly advice: Don't shit off. I know you won't but hey, I'm your brother, I'm supposed to remind you of the obvious.
You got what it takes to succeed; although no one else sees it, but I do. Don't let anyone convince you that you're some misguided pussy who cares more about his hair than how many rounds he fires. You'll do fine. I think with Dad's donut instinct and Mom's Tupperware tastes, you'll succeed out there :D
Mom said you are considering Raccoon. I took Angel shopping there one time. Nice place. Doesn't look like the old neighborhood. Be glad you weren't born when we lived on the west end.
Good luck,
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
CAMERON!
What are you doing reading Mom's email!!1
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
It was open. I can't help it if Mom doesn't close her mailbox. I saw your name and noticed it was from you.
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Fine, I believe you. thanks for the advice, though. I guess. although it is true. I feel like no one listens to me. Everyone listens to you. then again, I guess they have to since you are a LTJG.
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Cameron Thanks. Look, if they don't listen to you, that's there problem. You're smarter than them. Smack them. If it's a chick, definitely smack her. maybe get a good feel while you're.
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Shut up :p
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
DON'T SPAM MY MAILBOX!!! X-(
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I'm not :D
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
YOU SHIT! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!!!
Cameron
Chocobo_Cloud666@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Yes, I am a little shit, aren't I? :p What are you going to do? Tell Mom you were digging through her email? [devil_face]
Leon
lskennedy@bsu.edu
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Leon,
Sorry about the news with Laura. She seemed so nice too. I thought she would be perfect for you. Oh well, at least you are not the father. Ken would be furious if he knew that you. you know.
Oh Leon, I'm sure your brother will be fine. He's far more excited than scared. Ken is happy that maybe that he would straighten up someday. Hopefully, the Holy Spirit will fill him as he did you and wash his sinful tongue as well.
He won't be leaving until next Friday. So he'll be coming as well. Your father is scheduling a day off so he can come be there. It's good that he takes days off every now and then.
Is there any dish that you want me to prepare when we reach the dorms? Casserole? Baked Spaghetti? Fettuccine Alfredo? From your last picture, it looks they starved you to death. It's probably the hair though. I'm still not use to you without your long floppy hair. Even if some of it has grown back, it just doesn't look a thing like you.
But it doesn't matter. You look so handsome with it pulled and tucked under your hat. It really brings out your eyes. You've adopted your grandfather's sapphire look. Truly a blessing. You should show them off more often.
Hope to see you soon,
Mom
Kathy_kennedy_1958@hotmail.com
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~+-|-+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leon smiled as he leaned his head against his fist. His eyes slowly rocked back and forth as he read the final email of the night. His fingers gently stroked the rough patch; moving the arrow key to the print icon, tapping it once more to print it.
He puffed his chest as he stretched his long forearms to the heavens; letting a quick puff of air that made his lips rumble as the exited his lips. He hated shopping. What made it worse was that he was shopping for clothes and shoes, something that was deemed for the opposite sex. What a good waste of "drinking day", the only day where he could chug a Samuel Adams on Friday and be sobered up by the time class starts on Monday. Then again, he should quit. He was a soon-to-be cop after all.
"If you can stop smoking, alcohol shouldn't be that hard," he mumbled to himself as he picked up the email from the printer and tucked it into a folder. "God, I'm such a pack rat," he smirked as his pink tongue slipped out the side of his mouth. Good thing he doesn't do the same to all the junk mail he receives; otherwise he could probably buy a car from all the money he would gain from recycling the paper. He took a moment to place his hands on his hips. He gazed around the room. Being here was such an eye-opening experience. He had his doubts before entering, but now he felt a deep satisfaction of becoming a cop. So what if he's not going to get the recognition most heroes like Superman would gain from what they do. That's okay.
He sat on the edge of his bed. His comfortable tank top and boxers snuggled against his body as he slowly pulled off his shirt and prepared for bed. Slipping in between the fleece blue sheets, he looked over to his side. His hand was about to reach over to the lamp when he noticed the bible his mother had him take when he left for the academy.
"Why not." he whispered as he reached over and grabbed it. At least now he could honestly tell her he looked at it before she came over. He pressed his thumb against his tongue. He then flipped over to some random page.
"Romans."
He scanned through the passage until he turned towards the section entitled "God's Love."
For you we face death
All day long.
We are like sheep
on the way
to be butchered.
"That was unexpected," he mumbled as he puts the book back on the table. Its top stained with various rings where his cup sat for prolong periods of time.
His lean body stood up as he pulled his shirt off. The air quickly evaporated the sweat that built up underneath as his hand reached over to set the clock to the butt crack of dawn.
Tomorrow was another day.
After that, a start to a brand new life: as Officer Kennedy of the Raccoon Police Department.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was very tough to get rid of. Mainly because it was an entire chapter. But Leon didn't feel like "Leon". most of it gets repeated in the car scene and in the Steakhouse. That's why in the Bathroom scene. Leon referred to the "email." The part where Leon is going to bed kind've feels cheesy.
After getting rid of that, I needed a new beginning..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deleted Scene 4: Second attempt at the Beginning
Prologue 1
Scene Description: Leon wakes up. yeah..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A small black machine buzzed through the room. A hand reached over and began to smack it pound at it, attempting to turn its monotonous sharp tune off. The noise was enough to make anyone want to grab a shotgun and put a piece of lead through its digital numbers.
*WHACK*
His fist pounded on the snooze button as he ironically picks it up gently to stare at its bright red numbers.
"Tooooo. early." mumbled Leon as he turns on the off switch. His rich brown hair fell over his forehead as he attempted pathetically to get up. He needed a shower. That was the only thing that will get him wired for today. It didn't matter if he was graduating or not. He valued his sleep like a normal teen would. Well technically he was adult considering he is of drinking age. But he had what the instructors called "a baby face." As clean as if he just came fresh from the womb of a mother. smoother than most boy bands off a teenie-bopper magazine. The only difference was that at least he went through puberty.
"Pity no one listens to you because you are like some 'pretty-boy'," he scoffed. "Nope, it didn't matter if you can hit a twelve inch target from fifty yards on the spot or gain the fastest times in rappelling OR make the top five out of your graduation class. you can hold a pistol to their head and they would probably just go run off and catch a movie or something."
Leon turned towards the mirror. "Maybe I should run a bristle scrub brush over my face every morning." He placed his hands under the faucet. "Well at least you don't have problems finding dates for formals."
After drying his palms, the young man slowly made his way through the rest of his morning routine. After taking a moment to grab the remote off the floor with one hand and scratching his crotch area in the other; he sat down to a nice bowl of Fruit Loops in front of television. His finger reached over and turned it on channel twenty-four. It was time for "Richmond Morning Show with Jack and Diane" after all.
Watching the show became more of a ritual for him. He never did have time during the day to see what's going on outside of the academy nor the ability to get a newspaper considering they are all gone in the bin by the time he reaches it. Besides, Jack and Diane seem to have a small charm to him.
Lately though, there really hasn't been anything humorous on their show. It's all about the cannibal cases that were occurring in Raccoon City. Leon took in another spoonful of the sugar-coated cereal. "Wonder what's it like to be in there right now?" he thought as he held the metal spoon with his lips.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I tried a more 'carefree' approach. Again, he is off-character. In fact, he comes off as a whiny turnoff (a hybrid of . Steve _). Besides, who wants to read 5 pages of Leon brushing his teeth, eating cereal, and stuff? It didn't take long to trash this beginning. That was when I came up with the deer scene. I felt that scene was far better due to the fact that it catches the reader off. They think it is just another RE2 start but ends up to be something else.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deleted Scene 5: My Barry's Back
Prologue 2.4
Scene Description: Claire council's with Barry over her trauma.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prologue 2.4
Claire sat in the oak chair. It had been two hours since she returned to her dorms. Her brown mane was still wet from her long warm shower. The sick, twisted fear that wrapped around her stomach like grape vines in a vineyard early has slowly unraveled into a calm state of peace.
She smiled as the words from her telephone conversation with the cop repeated in her head: Don't worry. I usually carry an unloaded weapon on campus, BUT, for you. I'll leave one bullet reserved.
"It is cruel of me. Fairly uncatholically even. if that's a word. But what that bitch put me through, I wouldn't mind seeing a bullet slicking through her heart.
Maybe the heart was going a little too far. Shit I would be just as happy if he shot her shoulder. or her foot. Her foot would be nicer so that she could only chase me across the street in a walker."
The door slowly cracked open. The gentle groan of a long varnished cane escaped from the rubber as it held the sturdy weight of the bearded man.
Claire stood up and smiled as she hugged the burly man. His beard tickled her shoulder as she pulled away and sat down with him. His face was thick with lines of wear and tear, his eyes still gleamed with the gentleness of a panda.
The desk attendant walked over towards the two holding a tag.
"Excuse me sir, could you please wear this? All visitors have to for safety reasons," she spoke. Her fat fingers held the small laminated piece of plastic. The front has turned into a light gray due to wiping and reusing the identification sheet.
"Of course. Name's Burton. Barry Burton," he gave a friendly grin as the girl wrote his name in bubbly writing. Reaching down in her khaki shorts, she produced a medium-sized clip. She grabbed a small bit of clothing from his jacket and pinned it on his chest like some war hero after a long battle. Walking back towards her work space, the attendant quickly jerked her head as a sudden thought came to her brain fairly late.
"Would you like the handicap card as well, sir? I know how heavy these doors can be, and a cane would make it hard to."
"It's okay. I can get the door for him. Save it for someone who really needs it, Patty."
"Sure thing, Claire."
Barry turned his attention back down to Claire again. She reached over and touched his old camouflaged coat. He usually had it on during deer hunting season. It smelled of pine and earth.
"You haven't worn that in a long time. I'm guessing you got the urine out from that broken musk bottle?"
He reached towards the side ends and pulled on it like a proud nobleman in his penguin suit.
"Yes, took a while though. Did Chris manage to.?"
"He did. Although he used about five bottles of Freebreeze doing so. So how is your back doing?" Claire had her hands on her lap. She was leaning forward as her head was cocked towards his attention. "Still doing alright with the private investigator business?"
"Not too shabby. To be honest, business has never been busier with those cannibal murders going on. Enough about me. You seemed upset on the phone. Anything I can help you with?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I really wanted this chapter. hell, if you are reading this. you are probably getting a small sample of Prologue 3 on what Barry will be like.
However, due to conflicts, I need Barry in the next Prologue because it makes more sense.
Deleted Scene 6: Title Dance Prologue 2 Ending Skit Scene Description: Leon and Claire dance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Claire: Leon! LOOK!
Leon: OMG. I don't believe it! WE HAVE A TITLE!!
Claire and Leon: *holding hands singing* WE HAVE A TITLE! WE HAVE A TITLE!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~OOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Ending Skits are nothing more than writings on the whim. They aren't planned. I only deleted this after realizing that not everyone knows that this story didn't have a title earlier so I replaced it with a new one. Yeah, they are cheesy, but, its just a small tribute to "Sonny and Cher", the "Donny and Marie" type shows.
That's it for Deleted Scenes. The prologue is now halfway over. Hopefully you are enjoying this. The story is probably going to get weirder as you go along considering you'll meet some people in the next chapter who are dead in the normal RE universe.