«Author's notes: Hiya peeps! I finished this third chapter finally. The
second one was lame..Sorry about it. In this one, I put a few different
kinds of situations. Like I said, I can't help myself to not put some
romantic scenes in it (sorry again, for the Claire/Leon fan :p hehehehe...)
I also put a few funny things and some strange and dramatic ones. Anyway,
that's all for now. Enjoy the chapter!»
«Disclaimer: I don't own anything, beside the plot and the janitor Kevin lol»
Murderous Eyes «Chapter III»
by Marie B.
Soft beams of light covered the bed where Claire and Steve were still sleeping on. The Redfield girl's arms were wrapping Steve's naked chest. She was murmuring some incoherent words in her sleep. But someone knocking at their bedroom's door made her and Steve to jump in surprise, waking them up.
"Claire! It's time to wake up!" cried out Chris from the other side of the door.
Claire groaned in respond. "We'll wait for you in the hall," said her brother before going away. The girl sighed and got up, heading for the bathroom. She then undressed herself and entered the shower. The hot water was feeling so good against her silk but bruised and cicatrized skin. After a few minutes, she got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. The big mirror in front of her was all blurry. She couldn't see her reflection clearly. With her hand, she removed the fog from it, but immediately gasped when she saw someone behind her. She quickly turned back, but saw nobody...Claire sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was sure that she saw Albert Wesker behind her...or maybe it was her that imagined him...
"Aww...I'm becoming crazy..." whispered Claire, closing her eyes.
After a brief moment, she came back to the bedroom. Steve was still sleeping, his hands under his head. The girl smiled at the sight. "How can he be sleeping? He doesn't seem to be worried about our mission...Wait...he's not sleeping!" said Claire to herself, as she noticed that a little smile was forming on the young man's lips. An evil grin then appeared on the girl's face. Acting innocently, she moved towards the bed slowly. At the moment when Steve wasn't expecting anything, she jumped over the guy and started to tickle him, laughing out loud. Steve let out an irritating laugh, trying to get his girlfriend out of him. It wasn't hard for him, since he was 25 times more stronger than her. In one second, he was over her, pinning her against the bed. Both looked in each other's eyes, smiling and panting.
"Your little trick didn't work on me..." finally said Claire, after a moment.
"Maybe, but yours neither..." replied Steve, cocking an eyebrow.
The girl stuck out her tongue at him, like a little girl would do. The young man was amused by her attitude. He then leaned down to bite her tongue, but his move changed into a kiss, as Claire removed her tongue and kissed him. They shared the kiss for a few more seconds, which was beginning to become more passionate. Suddenly, Claire broke it and pulled off gently Steve from her.
"We have to get readied," she simply said, starting to pack her things.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Steve sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He then got up and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. After he came back, he packed also his things and quitted the room with Claire. As they walked down the corridor, they saw Rebecca, who looked like to have passed a bad hair day. Usually in good mood and cheerful, the now 19 years old girl was scaring them. She almost didn't notice them. Claire then walked towards her and placed a hand on Becca's shoulder.
"Rebecca...are you alright?" asked the Redfield girl.
The other girl groaned, massaging her temples. "I...didn't sleep last night. I have one of those headaches..." Without warning, Rebecca fell on Claire, almost vomiting on her. Startled, the brunette leaned the medic girl on the floor.
"Steve! Go get Chris and someone from the motel! Quick!" said Claire.
Steve nodded and ran away.
* * *
Taking the steps two by two, Steve hurtled down the stairs. He then spotted Chris in the hall. The STARS member was sitting on chair, but quickly got up when he saw an out-of-breath Steve coming towards him.
"What's going on?! asked the man, worried.
Steve bent down and put his hands over his knees, trying to catch his breath. "Ahhh...it's...Rebecca...she lost conscious...need...help!" managed to say the young man.
Chris cursed and looked in Jill's direction. "Go get someone, Jill!" The woman nodded and headed for the reception, while Steve and Chris ran towards the stairs.
* * *
Claire passed a wet clothe on Rebecca's forehead. The poor girl had lost conscious. And it wasn't because she didn't sleep that caused that, Claire was sure about it. Suddenly, she heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs. Her brother and Steve were now standing beside her. Chris kneeled down and touched Rebecca's forehead. She was very hot. A few seconds later, Jill and a black fat woman arrived.
"Bring her to a room," said the fat woman.
Chris and Steve took her by the legs and the arms. They placed her on a bed, in Claire and Steve's previous bedroom. The black woman removed the girl's bullet proof, for helping her to breathe easier. She then pointed Claire. "Girl, go ask a bowl of cool water in the restaurant, and bring it back here." Claire nodded and left the room. Then, the woman stared at Chris. "You, boy. Go look for the janitor, and tell him to give you a ventilator." The man smirked and quitted the place. Jill watched him leaving and sat down quietly on a chair.
Steve was standing up nervously. He was expecting to receive an order from the black woman, but she only stared at him. "Are you her boyfriend?" asked the woman, speaking about Rebecca. The guy blushed for a second, and shook his head. "Then...even if you're not, you better watch her until now. I don't know what happened to her, but you have to be sure that this will not happen again," continued the woman, a concerned look on her face.
Steve nodded. "I'll go see in her room, if I can find any clue..." he said, before leaving.
* * *
"Boy...how can she call me like that?! I'm not a boy anymore! I'm 27 years old after all !" said Chris to himself. He groaned in frustration. Suddenly, he saw someone who looked like to be a janitor. The man was in his late forties. Chris noticed the little insigne on his work suit. The man's name was Kevin.
"Hum...excuse me, sir," said Chris, standing in the way of the janitor.
"What is it, boy?" asked the man, taking a puff from the cigarette that was in his mouth.
Chris frowned in disgust. First, the man also called him "boy". And second, the janitor was smoking in his face. Chris was trying to stop to smoke. "Hum...I need a ventilator. It's urgent!"
Kevin looked at him, frowning and puffed some smoke in the air. "Why?"
"Please! I have to hurry! My...hum, little sister lost conscious. A woman from here told me to ask you a ventilator," said Chris, trying to control himself.
"That woman...is she black and fat?" Kevin asked.
"Yes!" replied the STARS member, starting to loose his patience.
The janitor's eyebrows rose up immediately. He then ran to a closet and came back with a ventilator. He almost threw it in Chris's arms. "Hurry up! Between us boy, you better not upset her, or else, you won't leave the motel in one piece!" Chris gave him a strange look, trying to understand why Kevin was telling him this. Thanking him, the spiked-haired guy ran back to the room where Rebecca was laying.
* * *
Steve has taken the keys from Rebecca to open the door of her bedroom. The place looked normal at first view. The guy checked in the drawers, but only found a Bible, some Kleenex and a map of the region. He then looked under the bed, but saw nothing. A cold breeze slammed against his skin. The window was open. Steve frowned and walked towards it. He looked outside, but didn't see anything unusual. He sighed and scratched his head. Then, something on the floor caught his eye. Crouching, he took the little object in his hand. It was a broken red glass ball. Steve sniffed it and removed immediately his head from it.
"Gaaaah...this must have been some hallucinogen or lachrymose..." said the young man, whipping the tears in his eyes, caused by the remaining gas. He then put the broken glass ball in a Kleenex and stood up.
"Someone would have tried to kill Rebecca somehow...or just misbalance her...I have to tell the others about it!" thought Steve, leaving the room.
To be continued...
«Author's notes: As you can see, this chapter was much longer than the previous one and was more interesting. I'll try to do the other chapters like this one. For the length, I mean. Even if it's a dark story, I can't help myself to not put a few funny things. By the way, the black fat woman...I based her on that woman of the school in the TV program "Student Bodies" lol. She makes me laugh, that's why. I'll start to write the next chapter soon. So, stay tuned. And, I would be glad if you could leave a comment, please !! Thanks.»
«Disclaimer: I don't own anything, beside the plot and the janitor Kevin lol»
Murderous Eyes «Chapter III»
by Marie B.
Soft beams of light covered the bed where Claire and Steve were still sleeping on. The Redfield girl's arms were wrapping Steve's naked chest. She was murmuring some incoherent words in her sleep. But someone knocking at their bedroom's door made her and Steve to jump in surprise, waking them up.
"Claire! It's time to wake up!" cried out Chris from the other side of the door.
Claire groaned in respond. "We'll wait for you in the hall," said her brother before going away. The girl sighed and got up, heading for the bathroom. She then undressed herself and entered the shower. The hot water was feeling so good against her silk but bruised and cicatrized skin. After a few minutes, she got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. The big mirror in front of her was all blurry. She couldn't see her reflection clearly. With her hand, she removed the fog from it, but immediately gasped when she saw someone behind her. She quickly turned back, but saw nobody...Claire sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was sure that she saw Albert Wesker behind her...or maybe it was her that imagined him...
"Aww...I'm becoming crazy..." whispered Claire, closing her eyes.
After a brief moment, she came back to the bedroom. Steve was still sleeping, his hands under his head. The girl smiled at the sight. "How can he be sleeping? He doesn't seem to be worried about our mission...Wait...he's not sleeping!" said Claire to herself, as she noticed that a little smile was forming on the young man's lips. An evil grin then appeared on the girl's face. Acting innocently, she moved towards the bed slowly. At the moment when Steve wasn't expecting anything, she jumped over the guy and started to tickle him, laughing out loud. Steve let out an irritating laugh, trying to get his girlfriend out of him. It wasn't hard for him, since he was 25 times more stronger than her. In one second, he was over her, pinning her against the bed. Both looked in each other's eyes, smiling and panting.
"Your little trick didn't work on me..." finally said Claire, after a moment.
"Maybe, but yours neither..." replied Steve, cocking an eyebrow.
The girl stuck out her tongue at him, like a little girl would do. The young man was amused by her attitude. He then leaned down to bite her tongue, but his move changed into a kiss, as Claire removed her tongue and kissed him. They shared the kiss for a few more seconds, which was beginning to become more passionate. Suddenly, Claire broke it and pulled off gently Steve from her.
"We have to get readied," she simply said, starting to pack her things.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Steve sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He then got up and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. After he came back, he packed also his things and quitted the room with Claire. As they walked down the corridor, they saw Rebecca, who looked like to have passed a bad hair day. Usually in good mood and cheerful, the now 19 years old girl was scaring them. She almost didn't notice them. Claire then walked towards her and placed a hand on Becca's shoulder.
"Rebecca...are you alright?" asked the Redfield girl.
The other girl groaned, massaging her temples. "I...didn't sleep last night. I have one of those headaches..." Without warning, Rebecca fell on Claire, almost vomiting on her. Startled, the brunette leaned the medic girl on the floor.
"Steve! Go get Chris and someone from the motel! Quick!" said Claire.
Steve nodded and ran away.
* * *
Taking the steps two by two, Steve hurtled down the stairs. He then spotted Chris in the hall. The STARS member was sitting on chair, but quickly got up when he saw an out-of-breath Steve coming towards him.
"What's going on?! asked the man, worried.
Steve bent down and put his hands over his knees, trying to catch his breath. "Ahhh...it's...Rebecca...she lost conscious...need...help!" managed to say the young man.
Chris cursed and looked in Jill's direction. "Go get someone, Jill!" The woman nodded and headed for the reception, while Steve and Chris ran towards the stairs.
* * *
Claire passed a wet clothe on Rebecca's forehead. The poor girl had lost conscious. And it wasn't because she didn't sleep that caused that, Claire was sure about it. Suddenly, she heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs. Her brother and Steve were now standing beside her. Chris kneeled down and touched Rebecca's forehead. She was very hot. A few seconds later, Jill and a black fat woman arrived.
"Bring her to a room," said the fat woman.
Chris and Steve took her by the legs and the arms. They placed her on a bed, in Claire and Steve's previous bedroom. The black woman removed the girl's bullet proof, for helping her to breathe easier. She then pointed Claire. "Girl, go ask a bowl of cool water in the restaurant, and bring it back here." Claire nodded and left the room. Then, the woman stared at Chris. "You, boy. Go look for the janitor, and tell him to give you a ventilator." The man smirked and quitted the place. Jill watched him leaving and sat down quietly on a chair.
Steve was standing up nervously. He was expecting to receive an order from the black woman, but she only stared at him. "Are you her boyfriend?" asked the woman, speaking about Rebecca. The guy blushed for a second, and shook his head. "Then...even if you're not, you better watch her until now. I don't know what happened to her, but you have to be sure that this will not happen again," continued the woman, a concerned look on her face.
Steve nodded. "I'll go see in her room, if I can find any clue..." he said, before leaving.
* * *
"Boy...how can she call me like that?! I'm not a boy anymore! I'm 27 years old after all !" said Chris to himself. He groaned in frustration. Suddenly, he saw someone who looked like to be a janitor. The man was in his late forties. Chris noticed the little insigne on his work suit. The man's name was Kevin.
"Hum...excuse me, sir," said Chris, standing in the way of the janitor.
"What is it, boy?" asked the man, taking a puff from the cigarette that was in his mouth.
Chris frowned in disgust. First, the man also called him "boy". And second, the janitor was smoking in his face. Chris was trying to stop to smoke. "Hum...I need a ventilator. It's urgent!"
Kevin looked at him, frowning and puffed some smoke in the air. "Why?"
"Please! I have to hurry! My...hum, little sister lost conscious. A woman from here told me to ask you a ventilator," said Chris, trying to control himself.
"That woman...is she black and fat?" Kevin asked.
"Yes!" replied the STARS member, starting to loose his patience.
The janitor's eyebrows rose up immediately. He then ran to a closet and came back with a ventilator. He almost threw it in Chris's arms. "Hurry up! Between us boy, you better not upset her, or else, you won't leave the motel in one piece!" Chris gave him a strange look, trying to understand why Kevin was telling him this. Thanking him, the spiked-haired guy ran back to the room where Rebecca was laying.
* * *
Steve has taken the keys from Rebecca to open the door of her bedroom. The place looked normal at first view. The guy checked in the drawers, but only found a Bible, some Kleenex and a map of the region. He then looked under the bed, but saw nothing. A cold breeze slammed against his skin. The window was open. Steve frowned and walked towards it. He looked outside, but didn't see anything unusual. He sighed and scratched his head. Then, something on the floor caught his eye. Crouching, he took the little object in his hand. It was a broken red glass ball. Steve sniffed it and removed immediately his head from it.
"Gaaaah...this must have been some hallucinogen or lachrymose..." said the young man, whipping the tears in his eyes, caused by the remaining gas. He then put the broken glass ball in a Kleenex and stood up.
"Someone would have tried to kill Rebecca somehow...or just misbalance her...I have to tell the others about it!" thought Steve, leaving the room.
To be continued...
«Author's notes: As you can see, this chapter was much longer than the previous one and was more interesting. I'll try to do the other chapters like this one. For the length, I mean. Even if it's a dark story, I can't help myself to not put a few funny things. By the way, the black fat woman...I based her on that woman of the school in the TV program "Student Bodies" lol. She makes me laugh, that's why. I'll start to write the next chapter soon. So, stay tuned. And, I would be glad if you could leave a comment, please !! Thanks.»