Hey, I'm back, what's up? My computer finally lives once again, so I'm up
writing crap on little to no caffeine(that's startling...). I know the R
rating doesn't mean much for the prologue, but it will show here
definitely, so be warned.....Oh yeah, and you might want to break out the
CD players for later chapters. I like music. Ok, enough useless talk, I own
NO ONE in this fic, Capcom does, along with *other* people and
companies...I'm not go...crap, just read the prologue.
THE ASSAULT Chapter 1: An Interrogation Gone Right
By: EvilQuatreX(aka me, the author)
It was quiet in a hall somewhere in New England. That is, for about 5 minutes. Suddenly, a crash through doors is heard as 2 people, both having brown hair and wearing casual clothes any regular Joe would wear on the street. Both the male and female dragged with them a kicking and screaming, raggedy man in street clothing to a room halfway down the corridor. The man being dragged was putting up a fight, verbally and physically, shouting in his possessors' eardrums and causing as much racket as he could muster.
"Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you deuchbags? What the fuck did I do? Shit, let me go or I swear to fucking god I'll fuck yo--ACK" as the woman dragging him slammed his head into a door leading to a police-type interrogation room of sorts, using the guy's head as a door-opener, causing the door, and the man's head, to crack a little.
"Woah, easy there," the other person said as he backed off from the woman dragging the barely conscious body into the room and throwing him into a chair where he sat trying to get over the pain his head caused him, looking groggily to his captors once in a while.
As he sat, however, the woman, with a cold and glazed look in her eyes, knocked the chair back against the wall where the 'magic mirror' was and sat on the table afterwards. She gave a look to the mirror with a lack of emotion, as if signaling to someone on the other side. The male captor stood next to the door, mostly certain the guy in the chair wouldn't be getting up any time soon to make an escape.
"I'm going to ask you some questions, and you're going to answer them, is that clear?" the woman said to the dazed man in the chair.
"Like what, do I prefer handjobs or blowjobs?" the guy snapped back rather spitefully. However, she was not amused. In a sudden flash after that statement, the guy felt, rather blatently, his nuts in a vice and playing russian roulette at the same time. In reality, the woman pulled out two Glock 17's, fully loaded, from behind her back where they were concealed, jumped from the table and stomped her right foot onto the man's crotch while leaning on her knee with her left arm. The right arm simply put the barrel of the gun to his head, calmly waiting for his answers.
"SHIT! YOU WIN! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW!!?!" the man in the chair shouted instinctively.
"Thank you," was all the woman with the guns said in response. "What I want to know is, where is Umbrella's manufacturing plant? Tell me, god dammit!" The woman signaled she wasn't joking around as she pulled the hammer back on the semi-automatic resting against the defenseless man's head, obviously guilty of some crime or another. "I will kill you, I have no hesitations against it," The threatening woman stated, ensuring the man's fears.
"OK, OK, BACK OFF!"
"No."
The guy contemplated his choices in his situation. Tell her. Die. Try to escape, suffer torture, tell her, die. Right now, telling her seemed like the best choice.
"(heavy breathing) ok....ok...it's in Greenland.....somewhere in Greenland I don't know where for sure, but it's there........I swear to god it's there........" was all the man could say.
"........." The woman hesitated for a while, instilling complete fear and pain into the man. "Thanks," was all she said before standing upright and whipping the man's face with the gun in her right hand, causing him to black out and fall to the floor.
The man at the door stood in complete shock after seeing what his partner did. "Um......Jill? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but couldn't you have gone a little easier on the guy?" was all the man could say.
Before walking out the door and into the room next to the room she was in, she stood in the doorway and said to the man in shock, "It got the job done, Leon. Would you argue that?"
As Jill left the room, all Leon could do was stand in the doorway staring at the unconscious man lying on the floor. 'Man, she really DOES care about Chris...she wasn't this way before he left, but now...daamn..' was all that he could think about as he followed Jill into the next room.
"Did you find it yet?" Jill asked the man at a laptop computer that was sitting on the desk, along with another, older man.
"Got it, but we'll need time to prep and all. Plus it's not like this is Disneyland or anything, we need clearance into the factory and all that."
Jill contemplated with herself for a moment. "Screw clearance, we're going through the front door."
"What?" "Are you crazy, Jill?" were the responses from the guy at the laptop and the guy sitting on the desk, respectively.
"Woah, Jill, think about what you said. Front door. That's suicide, Jill, suicide!" was all Leon could muster up to try to dissuade Jill from her thoughts.
"Trust me on this, the front is the best way in. End of discussion," Was all that Jill said. After she finished, everyone still felt uneasy with the idea, but gave in, remembering the knocked out person in the next room.
"Ready? Let's get back to the hanger, we have planning to do," Jill said.
The four of them got ready to go back to their makeshift 'home,' leaving their 'informant' to sleep.
Ok, 2 chapters down. See? I didn't dissapoint the R rating, did I? My precious....... ok, review if you would like, but if I get good reviews, I'll make other chapters and the like, so keep that in mind. Later.
THE ASSAULT Chapter 1: An Interrogation Gone Right
By: EvilQuatreX(aka me, the author)
It was quiet in a hall somewhere in New England. That is, for about 5 minutes. Suddenly, a crash through doors is heard as 2 people, both having brown hair and wearing casual clothes any regular Joe would wear on the street. Both the male and female dragged with them a kicking and screaming, raggedy man in street clothing to a room halfway down the corridor. The man being dragged was putting up a fight, verbally and physically, shouting in his possessors' eardrums and causing as much racket as he could muster.
"Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you deuchbags? What the fuck did I do? Shit, let me go or I swear to fucking god I'll fuck yo--ACK" as the woman dragging him slammed his head into a door leading to a police-type interrogation room of sorts, using the guy's head as a door-opener, causing the door, and the man's head, to crack a little.
"Woah, easy there," the other person said as he backed off from the woman dragging the barely conscious body into the room and throwing him into a chair where he sat trying to get over the pain his head caused him, looking groggily to his captors once in a while.
As he sat, however, the woman, with a cold and glazed look in her eyes, knocked the chair back against the wall where the 'magic mirror' was and sat on the table afterwards. She gave a look to the mirror with a lack of emotion, as if signaling to someone on the other side. The male captor stood next to the door, mostly certain the guy in the chair wouldn't be getting up any time soon to make an escape.
"I'm going to ask you some questions, and you're going to answer them, is that clear?" the woman said to the dazed man in the chair.
"Like what, do I prefer handjobs or blowjobs?" the guy snapped back rather spitefully. However, she was not amused. In a sudden flash after that statement, the guy felt, rather blatently, his nuts in a vice and playing russian roulette at the same time. In reality, the woman pulled out two Glock 17's, fully loaded, from behind her back where they were concealed, jumped from the table and stomped her right foot onto the man's crotch while leaning on her knee with her left arm. The right arm simply put the barrel of the gun to his head, calmly waiting for his answers.
"SHIT! YOU WIN! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW!!?!" the man in the chair shouted instinctively.
"Thank you," was all the woman with the guns said in response. "What I want to know is, where is Umbrella's manufacturing plant? Tell me, god dammit!" The woman signaled she wasn't joking around as she pulled the hammer back on the semi-automatic resting against the defenseless man's head, obviously guilty of some crime or another. "I will kill you, I have no hesitations against it," The threatening woman stated, ensuring the man's fears.
"OK, OK, BACK OFF!"
"No."
The guy contemplated his choices in his situation. Tell her. Die. Try to escape, suffer torture, tell her, die. Right now, telling her seemed like the best choice.
"(heavy breathing) ok....ok...it's in Greenland.....somewhere in Greenland I don't know where for sure, but it's there........I swear to god it's there........" was all the man could say.
"........." The woman hesitated for a while, instilling complete fear and pain into the man. "Thanks," was all she said before standing upright and whipping the man's face with the gun in her right hand, causing him to black out and fall to the floor.
The man at the door stood in complete shock after seeing what his partner did. "Um......Jill? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but couldn't you have gone a little easier on the guy?" was all the man could say.
Before walking out the door and into the room next to the room she was in, she stood in the doorway and said to the man in shock, "It got the job done, Leon. Would you argue that?"
As Jill left the room, all Leon could do was stand in the doorway staring at the unconscious man lying on the floor. 'Man, she really DOES care about Chris...she wasn't this way before he left, but now...daamn..' was all that he could think about as he followed Jill into the next room.
"Did you find it yet?" Jill asked the man at a laptop computer that was sitting on the desk, along with another, older man.
"Got it, but we'll need time to prep and all. Plus it's not like this is Disneyland or anything, we need clearance into the factory and all that."
Jill contemplated with herself for a moment. "Screw clearance, we're going through the front door."
"What?" "Are you crazy, Jill?" were the responses from the guy at the laptop and the guy sitting on the desk, respectively.
"Woah, Jill, think about what you said. Front door. That's suicide, Jill, suicide!" was all Leon could muster up to try to dissuade Jill from her thoughts.
"Trust me on this, the front is the best way in. End of discussion," Was all that Jill said. After she finished, everyone still felt uneasy with the idea, but gave in, remembering the knocked out person in the next room.
"Ready? Let's get back to the hanger, we have planning to do," Jill said.
The four of them got ready to go back to their makeshift 'home,' leaving their 'informant' to sleep.
Ok, 2 chapters down. See? I didn't dissapoint the R rating, did I? My precious....... ok, review if you would like, but if I get good reviews, I'll make other chapters and the like, so keep that in mind. Later.