1. No getting up in the middle of the night if a guest is at your house or you are a guest at someone else's
"Bathroom…" Leon threw the covers off of him, eyes half open. "Shit." He sat up slowly, stretching his neck and wiggling his toes while wiping sweat off his forehead. He looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. 1:49. "You've gotta be kidding me…"
He stood up, looking down at his worn pajamas, something to focus on until the dizziness went away. He walked out of the room slowly, dragging himself into the hall and leaning against the doorframe. "Leon… try some of my dessert… it's good, Chris likes it." He frowned at the memory. "Chris grew up with Claire, his stomach can handle anything. Stupid girls, trying to poison me." He slowly started down the hall, dragging his feet.
What door was it again? He grabbed a door on the right and gently pushed it open to find Sherry and Claire sleeping peacefully. Damn them… Sherry should be sick, too, but instead she gave her meal to Rufus, probably used to it because of her parents, scientists making evil viruses probably can't cook.
Must be the next one… he scratched the back of his head, making ridiculously slow progress towards the next door, the windows casting an eerie glow in the hall, sort of like Police Headquarters, only without all the artsy… stuff.
He pushed the door open and peeked in. Yeah, smells funny, either Chris's room or the bathroom. He flicked the light switch, immediately shutting his eyes. Can't… see…
Sherry stirred and opened her eyes, watching the doorway from the top bunk. She couldn't sleep. Didn't want to, but she thought she heard something. There it was again, sounded like a door…
"Ough…" What was that? She lay flat on her back and shut her eyes. Not a dog… Not a zombie… Not a dog… Not a zomb- Her eyes shot open as she heard a soft stomach growl. Leon. A smile crossed her lips. Don't like my cherry and pecan pudding, Leon? Sherry had learned one thing well during her time spent with the cops trying to bring down Umbrella; revenge is best when impossible to forget.
She watched the shadows patiently, she could hear Leon's mumbling and scrapings as he made his way down the long hall. Half asleep, good. He slowly came towards the door, scraping his hand on the wall loudly to catch his balance.
Sherry sucked in a breath and sat straight up in bed. "ZOMBIE! CLAIRE!" Claire jumped out of the bottom bunk and grabbed her berretta, lining her shot with the door and watching the shadows.
"Uhg…" She heard it, but her brain wasn't working yet. Her finger gripped the trigger, pulling it back way too soon. She knew it immediately.
Sherry closed her eyes as a single shot rang out. Claire would miss because she was tired, that's how it was.
"AH SHIT!"
CRASH!
Claire pulled her pistol back and raised an eyebrow. Zombies didn't say shit… "Leon? Is that you?" Oops. She couldn't see anything. But she could hear someone else coming down the hall.
"What the hell is going on out here?!? …FUCK!!"
CRASH!
"OW! REDFIELD!"
Claire sighed, Chris had found Leon. Sherry grinned, quite happy with herself, and clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling.
"Leon?! What are you doing down here?"
"Avoiding bullets." Claire walked over to the door and turned on the lights in her room. Sherry was sitting up in the top bunk, gripping the covers near her face to hide her amusement. Claire's berretta dropped by her side as she stared at the two most important men in her life. Leon was on his side against the wall opposite the door, Chris on his stomach directly on top of him, their legs intertwined.
"Chris."
"Yeah?"
"Get… Off!" Leon tried to shove him off with a hand, but found he was pinned down.
"Say uncle."
"Damnit Redfield!"
"Say… 'Claire's food is sooo good I could eat all the leftovers for you guys.'"
Leon's face scrunched up in disgust. "What? Ew! No way!"
Chris grinned. The adrenalin slowly leaving his system and being replaced by giddy tiredness. "Say… 'I use motion lotion when I-"
Claire's eyes widened. "Chris!"
Chris frowned, disappointed that he hadn't gotten Leon to say anything. He reluctantly rolled onto his back, looking up at Claire. "What?"
She sighed and shook her head. "I almost shot Leon!"
Leon nodded. "Thank god she sucks."
"Bite me." She stuck out her tongue.
Leon sat up and raised an eyebrow. "Gladly."
"Hey!" Chris pushed Leon back down. "Nobody bites my sister!"
Claire smirked. "That's what you think."
She walked back into the room and slammed the door shut on both men. Chris's mouth hung open in amazement. He turned and glared back at Leon.
"No more getting up at night." Chris stood up, dusted himself off, and headed back down the hall to his bedroom. Leon looked at the bullet hole in the wall inches from his head. Chris's words ringing in the back of his mind. Motion lotion? Have to try that…
I don't own anything. Kinda short, I know. The chapters will probably be a mix of serious, romantic, and comedy, just for shits and giggles. Let me know what you guys think, I'm not sure if I like this chapter as much as the others. Ahem, other… same difference.
"Bathroom…" Leon threw the covers off of him, eyes half open. "Shit." He sat up slowly, stretching his neck and wiggling his toes while wiping sweat off his forehead. He looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand. 1:49. "You've gotta be kidding me…"
He stood up, looking down at his worn pajamas, something to focus on until the dizziness went away. He walked out of the room slowly, dragging himself into the hall and leaning against the doorframe. "Leon… try some of my dessert… it's good, Chris likes it." He frowned at the memory. "Chris grew up with Claire, his stomach can handle anything. Stupid girls, trying to poison me." He slowly started down the hall, dragging his feet.
What door was it again? He grabbed a door on the right and gently pushed it open to find Sherry and Claire sleeping peacefully. Damn them… Sherry should be sick, too, but instead she gave her meal to Rufus, probably used to it because of her parents, scientists making evil viruses probably can't cook.
Must be the next one… he scratched the back of his head, making ridiculously slow progress towards the next door, the windows casting an eerie glow in the hall, sort of like Police Headquarters, only without all the artsy… stuff.
He pushed the door open and peeked in. Yeah, smells funny, either Chris's room or the bathroom. He flicked the light switch, immediately shutting his eyes. Can't… see…
Sherry stirred and opened her eyes, watching the doorway from the top bunk. She couldn't sleep. Didn't want to, but she thought she heard something. There it was again, sounded like a door…
"Ough…" What was that? She lay flat on her back and shut her eyes. Not a dog… Not a zombie… Not a dog… Not a zomb- Her eyes shot open as she heard a soft stomach growl. Leon. A smile crossed her lips. Don't like my cherry and pecan pudding, Leon? Sherry had learned one thing well during her time spent with the cops trying to bring down Umbrella; revenge is best when impossible to forget.
She watched the shadows patiently, she could hear Leon's mumbling and scrapings as he made his way down the long hall. Half asleep, good. He slowly came towards the door, scraping his hand on the wall loudly to catch his balance.
Sherry sucked in a breath and sat straight up in bed. "ZOMBIE! CLAIRE!" Claire jumped out of the bottom bunk and grabbed her berretta, lining her shot with the door and watching the shadows.
"Uhg…" She heard it, but her brain wasn't working yet. Her finger gripped the trigger, pulling it back way too soon. She knew it immediately.
Sherry closed her eyes as a single shot rang out. Claire would miss because she was tired, that's how it was.
"AH SHIT!"
CRASH!
Claire pulled her pistol back and raised an eyebrow. Zombies didn't say shit… "Leon? Is that you?" Oops. She couldn't see anything. But she could hear someone else coming down the hall.
"What the hell is going on out here?!? …FUCK!!"
CRASH!
"OW! REDFIELD!"
Claire sighed, Chris had found Leon. Sherry grinned, quite happy with herself, and clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling.
"Leon?! What are you doing down here?"
"Avoiding bullets." Claire walked over to the door and turned on the lights in her room. Sherry was sitting up in the top bunk, gripping the covers near her face to hide her amusement. Claire's berretta dropped by her side as she stared at the two most important men in her life. Leon was on his side against the wall opposite the door, Chris on his stomach directly on top of him, their legs intertwined.
"Chris."
"Yeah?"
"Get… Off!" Leon tried to shove him off with a hand, but found he was pinned down.
"Say uncle."
"Damnit Redfield!"
"Say… 'Claire's food is sooo good I could eat all the leftovers for you guys.'"
Leon's face scrunched up in disgust. "What? Ew! No way!"
Chris grinned. The adrenalin slowly leaving his system and being replaced by giddy tiredness. "Say… 'I use motion lotion when I-"
Claire's eyes widened. "Chris!"
Chris frowned, disappointed that he hadn't gotten Leon to say anything. He reluctantly rolled onto his back, looking up at Claire. "What?"
She sighed and shook her head. "I almost shot Leon!"
Leon nodded. "Thank god she sucks."
"Bite me." She stuck out her tongue.
Leon sat up and raised an eyebrow. "Gladly."
"Hey!" Chris pushed Leon back down. "Nobody bites my sister!"
Claire smirked. "That's what you think."
She walked back into the room and slammed the door shut on both men. Chris's mouth hung open in amazement. He turned and glared back at Leon.
"No more getting up at night." Chris stood up, dusted himself off, and headed back down the hall to his bedroom. Leon looked at the bullet hole in the wall inches from his head. Chris's words ringing in the back of his mind. Motion lotion? Have to try that…
I don't own anything. Kinda short, I know. The chapters will probably be a mix of serious, romantic, and comedy, just for shits and giggles. Let me know what you guys think, I'm not sure if I like this chapter as much as the others. Ahem, other… same difference.