Goodbye to my Angel
Ok people if you haven't beaten Resident Evil Zero yet, I don't really suggest
reading this just yet since their spoilers... As in all fics I don't own the
characters, what I only own is this story. Yadda Yadda get on with it!!
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Chapter 1: The Opposite of Ending
Seeing her leave at first had no affect to my heart, the young girl was finally
leaving me. After all the battles, and all the " I can shoot ya' know" I was finally
rid of her annoying complaining...But..a part of me felt sad. HA! ex-soldier..sad??
Yeah..well you'd be too if ya had a life threatening experience and survived it with
the one person who was leaving you forever. Funny how forever is said so often but
living it isn't
Forever is Forever.
North Star Bar :Chicago Slums
The usual crowd was gathered at Bob's bar. He didn't seem to mind at all as long as he got
his money.. the TV above his head was blaring so the drunkard men could hear what they cared
to hear. Cleaning out a shot glass Bob was preparing to make a drink for Mikey, one customer
who wouldn't leave even if ya paid him to. Though money wasn't something he had.
The bell upon the door rang as someone new stepped through it's frame..Some young man, dark hair
slicked back than was fairly long. He wore a leather jacket and blue jeans, average punk was what he was.
"Good evenin'" , said Bob not caring too much that this was a youngblood. Few of the guys at
their stools turned to see what the Bar Tender was talking to.
"...hey" said the stranger in a deep voice nodding ever so slightly. Taking a seat at one of the
few quality stools he crouched over.
"Can I get ya something" ,Bob asked as he walked towards the strangers direction.
"Beer" said Billy.., little regard as to Bob's movements.
"you're a youngblood here arentcha? Where ya come from?"
"Traveling from L.A."
"Ya don't look like your from L.A."
"ya don't say, huh?" a smirk coming upon Billy's face, "Can ya turn the Tv down in the back of the room? what's the point on
blasting two of em'?" Shooting his thumb in the direction of the second Tv, the Tender nodded.
"So what have ya seen so far here in Chicago?"
"Nothing much" Taking off his coat Bob saw the tattoo that swallowed almost all of Billy's right arm.
"Nice tattoo, I've been considering one, ya know, to keep up with the look."
"ya don't say..." Billy's eyes caught something outside. Something familiar to his nightmares.. Looking
back he noticed the bar tender eyeing him, then eyeing the second TV.
"Billy Coen. Age 26 Location: On the Run. Beware of this man. Slaughterer of countless people, possibly armed
and dangerous."
Billy turned back into his seat a smile now across his face.
"Well gotta go!" He grabbed his jacket and was heading for the door, but bob wasn't so stupid. Taking hold of Billy's arm
his other hand reaching for the phone.
"You ain't going no where punk!"
"Watch me" Taking hold of his flabby arm, Billy was quick to break his wrist and hurl him back into his shelves of booze.
The local drunks took great alarm to this..Chuckin his jacket on looking all cool about it, he silently left..
Damn-It! What am I going to do???.......No place to go, no one to trust...but my Angel..
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Well how was that?? I know not too good but it's just the beginning. Please Review ^^
Next Chapter: Umbrella's Creations
Ok people if you haven't beaten Resident Evil Zero yet, I don't really suggest
reading this just yet since their spoilers... As in all fics I don't own the
characters, what I only own is this story. Yadda Yadda get on with it!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 1: The Opposite of Ending
Seeing her leave at first had no affect to my heart, the young girl was finally
leaving me. After all the battles, and all the " I can shoot ya' know" I was finally
rid of her annoying complaining...But..a part of me felt sad. HA! ex-soldier..sad??
Yeah..well you'd be too if ya had a life threatening experience and survived it with
the one person who was leaving you forever. Funny how forever is said so often but
living it isn't
Forever is Forever.
North Star Bar :Chicago Slums
The usual crowd was gathered at Bob's bar. He didn't seem to mind at all as long as he got
his money.. the TV above his head was blaring so the drunkard men could hear what they cared
to hear. Cleaning out a shot glass Bob was preparing to make a drink for Mikey, one customer
who wouldn't leave even if ya paid him to. Though money wasn't something he had.
The bell upon the door rang as someone new stepped through it's frame..Some young man, dark hair
slicked back than was fairly long. He wore a leather jacket and blue jeans, average punk was what he was.
"Good evenin'" , said Bob not caring too much that this was a youngblood. Few of the guys at
their stools turned to see what the Bar Tender was talking to.
"...hey" said the stranger in a deep voice nodding ever so slightly. Taking a seat at one of the
few quality stools he crouched over.
"Can I get ya something" ,Bob asked as he walked towards the strangers direction.
"Beer" said Billy.., little regard as to Bob's movements.
"you're a youngblood here arentcha? Where ya come from?"
"Traveling from L.A."
"Ya don't look like your from L.A."
"ya don't say, huh?" a smirk coming upon Billy's face, "Can ya turn the Tv down in the back of the room? what's the point on
blasting two of em'?" Shooting his thumb in the direction of the second Tv, the Tender nodded.
"So what have ya seen so far here in Chicago?"
"Nothing much" Taking off his coat Bob saw the tattoo that swallowed almost all of Billy's right arm.
"Nice tattoo, I've been considering one, ya know, to keep up with the look."
"ya don't say..." Billy's eyes caught something outside. Something familiar to his nightmares.. Looking
back he noticed the bar tender eyeing him, then eyeing the second TV.
"Billy Coen. Age 26 Location: On the Run. Beware of this man. Slaughterer of countless people, possibly armed
and dangerous."
Billy turned back into his seat a smile now across his face.
"Well gotta go!" He grabbed his jacket and was heading for the door, but bob wasn't so stupid. Taking hold of Billy's arm
his other hand reaching for the phone.
"You ain't going no where punk!"
"Watch me" Taking hold of his flabby arm, Billy was quick to break his wrist and hurl him back into his shelves of booze.
The local drunks took great alarm to this..Chuckin his jacket on looking all cool about it, he silently left..
Damn-It! What am I going to do???.......No place to go, no one to trust...but my Angel..
.....................................................................
Well how was that?? I know not too good but it's just the beginning. Please Review ^^
Next Chapter: Umbrella's Creations