Resident Evil: Return of a Nightmare
Chapter 3
By Windra
Rowan's mind seemed to be swimming in darkness, gazing into emptiness and dreaming the old nightmares. Haunting images that occurred a month ago floated into the blackness, haunting her with the past. She could hear voices somewhere, but they seemed distant. Her body was numb and cold, and she couldn't move so much as her fingers.
What had happened again? She remembered being hit on the back of the head, and she remembered blurrily staring up at the sky. She remembered seeing five faces staring at her, and one of them looked at her with sympathy. Was it sympathy? Rowan searched her thoughts and memories to try and find out, but her head began to ache. She stopped and plunged into darkness and coldness again, the voices fading away.
Now it seemed that hours had passed since she had been knocked out, and feeling was starting to come back into her fingers.
"Rowan...?" said a familiar, distant voice.
The numbness that had once swept over her body slowly faded away, and the nightmarish visions of the past that floated in her mind swirled into nothingness. She could feel a soft fabric underneath her, but when she fell, wasn't she lying on the grass?
iUmbrella caught me.../i
"Rowan?"
Rowan felt a throbbing pain in her head almost immediately, and, moaning, she lifted her right arm slowly to her head. Slowly, she pushed herself up right, stroking her throbbing head at the same time. Her right hand moved over a bump on her head, and she recoiled in pain as her hand made contact with it. Groaning, she wearily opened her eyes.
At first, everything was blurry, but soon that too dissipated. She was sitting in a small, white cot on that jutted out of the solid cement right wall in the room she was in. To the left were stell bars, and a bar door stood locked to the left of them. She was sitting in an Umbrella cell, a place for people who were caught by Umbrella. There were similar cells all around the room, and Rowan could see other people lingering aimlessly in them.
"Rowan!" the same voice she heard before called again, but in a low whisper.
She looked up, and a smile spread across her face. Brad was sitting in the cell directly across from her's.
"Hey, Brad," she murmered, slurring a little bit. She shook her head to try to shake the dizziness that had just started to spread across her away. "I guess they caught us, huh?"
"Yeah," Brad whispered. "They caught us five hours ago, and just dropped us off a few minutes ago. They smashed my cellphone so I couldn't call anybody." He shook his head. "How are you feeling?"
"LIke I've been hit by a truck...a tanker, at that..." Rowan leaned against the wall, sighing and rubbing her head softly, thinking about her aunt. "Oh man, I'm so sorry, Auntie..."
"Before Jill and Carlos left," Brad said, "Jill gave your aunt her cellphone number, in case anything happens. I hope she calls her..."
Rowan nodded slowly. "Yeah."
Before either of them could say anything else, there was the sound of a door opening to the left of the hall. Brad crawled to the bars and looked down the hallway, and Rowan did the same.
A man walked down the hall and stopped directly in front of her cell. His placid blue eyes stared at her coldly, and she gazed back blankly. The man had dark brown hair that went to his shoulders, and was wearing a black uniform, which consisted of a white shirt, a black coat over that, and black pants.
Another man walked next to him, standing in front of Brad's cell. He wore the same black uniform, but he had cold brown eyes and army cut black hair.
Rowan's narrowed eyes were trained directly on the man in front of her, and in return, he narrowed his eyes.
"What're you lookin' at?" he hissed in a hoarse voice.
Rowan didn't like the guy's attitude. Her head was becoming less painful, and she looked back at him with a matching glare.
"You, obviously," she snapped back, and the man frowned.
"Brat," he murmered under his breath. Rowan only glared back, resisting the urge to say anything else.
"What d'you want?" Brad said.
"The boss wants to meet you both," the man in front of Brad said. "I would suggest that you not try anything."
The man in front of Brad's cell took a large keyring out of his pocket. On it were dozens of keys of all shapes, sizes, and colors. He chose a large, circular silver key and walked to the door of Brad's cell. He put the key into the keyhole and twisted it, and there was a metallic click of the door becoming unlocked. Brad knew better than to struggle, so he stood up andwas led out of the cell by the man, who took out a pair of handcuffs from his right pocket and tied Brad's hands together behind his back.
The man handed the gaurd in front of Rowan's cell the keyring, and he chose a small, square-shaped brass key. He followed the same procedure, and Rowan stood up and allowed herself to be led out of the cell door. The gaurd took a pair of handcuffs out of his left pocket and put Rowan's hands behind her back, then put the handcuffs on. Rowan swore that he put it on tighter than he was supposed to. She followed him to the door down the left of the hall.
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Damien sat back in his desk chair in his office, staring at the door across from him. He was waiting for the two Raccoon City survivors, and they were being escorted to Damien's office by two gaurds. The man grinned and brushed a locke of black hair out of his face as echoing footsteps of four people worked their way up the hall. There was a knock on the door.
"Bring them in," Damien snickered.
The door opened, and the two gaurds walked in, leading a frowning Brad and Rowan in. The two gaurds thrusted the prisoners in the two chairs in front of Damien's desk and then stood by the door, waiting.
"Welcome to our, heh, prison," he snickered. " I am Damien Roscwood, the leader of this facility. Brad Vickers and Rowan Naton, I presume?"
The two didn't respond. They sat stiffly in their chairs and glared at him angrily.
"Be stubborn, if you wish," Damien said coldly, "but you won't be able to resist answering my questions for long." He smiled and stared directly at them.
"Where are we?" Brad asked.
"An Umbrella facility many miles away from New York City, and double the distance away from the town you were captured in."
Damien smiled and stared at the two prisoners. "I want you to tell me where your friends are."
"Never," Brad said simply.
"Simply tell me and I will free you both."
"Not a chance," Rowan hissed.
"Tell me," Damien asked, standing up, "why do you resist? Umbrella wouldn't have come after you if you hadn't found out about the T-Virus at the mansion."
"If we didn't," Brad answered, "the whole city probably would've been infected by a month ahead of time. You can't play with people's lives."
"We can do," Damien snapped back, "whatever we desire." He turned to Rowan. "Why do you trust these pathetic fools?"
"If it weren't for them," Rowan said coldly, "I would've have been dead by now. Umbrella killed my friends...my family...and so many others... I trust them with all my heart. They told me the truth."
"How touching," the leader of the Umbrella facility said sarcastically. He turned to the two gaurds and nodded.
"Take them back to their cells," he hissed. "I want to start questioning them tomorrow."
The two gaurds nodded and walked to them. The man with brown hair grabbed Rowan's shoulder and pulled her upward, leading her to the door. Brad stood up, glaring at Damien before he was lead away.
As the four people walked out and the door closed behind them, Damien smirked.
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Brad's handcuffs were taken off and he was pushed into his cell within the second he stood in front of it, and the door to it slammed shut behind him. He heard the gaurd that had led them there turn the lock before giving the keychain to the other gaurd. The second man took it, unlocked Rowan's handcuffs, and shoved her in so hard that she fell to the ground. He slammed the door behind him and locked it shut, heading out of the hall as Rowan shot the gaurd a death glare.
"You okay?" Brad asked, kneeling against the bars of his cell.
Rowan nodded, exhailing slowly. "Yeah. You?"
"Yeah..."
They fell silent. Rowan sighed and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes. Brad did the same a moment later, letting his mind wander.
iGartha, please call Jill./i
**********
"What?!" Jill Valentine's voice exclaimed over the phone.
Gartha was able to get through to Jill on the cellphone, using the number the former S.T.A.R.S. member had given her before she left for Europe. Jill came on after the first ring, and Gartha had explained everything to her. She explained about how she had gone to the store and come back with Rowan missing and the kitchen door wide open. She told Jill how she tried to call Brad, but the operator came through and said that the phone was out of service. Jill was taken aback.
Gartha nodded. "D'you think," she asked shakily, "that this is Umbrella's work...?"
Silence, then, "I don't know, but from the way it sounds..."
There were voices in the background, two men from what it sounded. Jill said something to them, and then began to speak on the phone. "Barry says that he'll call up the Exeter S.T.A.R.S. members. It's the team that helped David, John, and Rebecca get out of Caliban Cove in Maine. Maybe they can help."
Gartha sighed. Jill had explained everything about the mansion incident and what happened afterwards, so she knew who David, Rebecca, and John were. "How...long will it take them to get here?"
"I dunno...," Jill replied, pausing. "I'll have them call you and tell you."
"Jill," Rowan's aunt said quietly, "I can't thank you enough..."
"Just hang tight and calm down," was her answer. "We'll find out what's going on. Take care."
"Same to you. Good luck on your mission..."
They hung up at the same time. Gartha paused, staring at the ceiling for a moment, then moved into the living room and sat on the sofa. Felix jumped onto her lap the moment she sat down, and it began to purr calmly as it curled up in a ball. Gartha exhailed softly and closed her eyes.
"Rowan, Brad," she whispered softly, "please be allright."
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I'm soooooooooooo sorry for the delay, but I had so much to do! My birthday's tomorrow, May 24, at exactly 11:11 P.M.!!!!!!!! I'm gonna be 14!!!!!! *Confetti is thrown everywhere* ^_^
ANyhoo, this is kinda a boring chapter, but hang tight, I PROMISE it'll get better!!!!
~Windra
Chapter 3
By Windra
Rowan's mind seemed to be swimming in darkness, gazing into emptiness and dreaming the old nightmares. Haunting images that occurred a month ago floated into the blackness, haunting her with the past. She could hear voices somewhere, but they seemed distant. Her body was numb and cold, and she couldn't move so much as her fingers.
What had happened again? She remembered being hit on the back of the head, and she remembered blurrily staring up at the sky. She remembered seeing five faces staring at her, and one of them looked at her with sympathy. Was it sympathy? Rowan searched her thoughts and memories to try and find out, but her head began to ache. She stopped and plunged into darkness and coldness again, the voices fading away.
Now it seemed that hours had passed since she had been knocked out, and feeling was starting to come back into her fingers.
"Rowan...?" said a familiar, distant voice.
The numbness that had once swept over her body slowly faded away, and the nightmarish visions of the past that floated in her mind swirled into nothingness. She could feel a soft fabric underneath her, but when she fell, wasn't she lying on the grass?
iUmbrella caught me.../i
"Rowan?"
Rowan felt a throbbing pain in her head almost immediately, and, moaning, she lifted her right arm slowly to her head. Slowly, she pushed herself up right, stroking her throbbing head at the same time. Her right hand moved over a bump on her head, and she recoiled in pain as her hand made contact with it. Groaning, she wearily opened her eyes.
At first, everything was blurry, but soon that too dissipated. She was sitting in a small, white cot on that jutted out of the solid cement right wall in the room she was in. To the left were stell bars, and a bar door stood locked to the left of them. She was sitting in an Umbrella cell, a place for people who were caught by Umbrella. There were similar cells all around the room, and Rowan could see other people lingering aimlessly in them.
"Rowan!" the same voice she heard before called again, but in a low whisper.
She looked up, and a smile spread across her face. Brad was sitting in the cell directly across from her's.
"Hey, Brad," she murmered, slurring a little bit. She shook her head to try to shake the dizziness that had just started to spread across her away. "I guess they caught us, huh?"
"Yeah," Brad whispered. "They caught us five hours ago, and just dropped us off a few minutes ago. They smashed my cellphone so I couldn't call anybody." He shook his head. "How are you feeling?"
"LIke I've been hit by a truck...a tanker, at that..." Rowan leaned against the wall, sighing and rubbing her head softly, thinking about her aunt. "Oh man, I'm so sorry, Auntie..."
"Before Jill and Carlos left," Brad said, "Jill gave your aunt her cellphone number, in case anything happens. I hope she calls her..."
Rowan nodded slowly. "Yeah."
Before either of them could say anything else, there was the sound of a door opening to the left of the hall. Brad crawled to the bars and looked down the hallway, and Rowan did the same.
A man walked down the hall and stopped directly in front of her cell. His placid blue eyes stared at her coldly, and she gazed back blankly. The man had dark brown hair that went to his shoulders, and was wearing a black uniform, which consisted of a white shirt, a black coat over that, and black pants.
Another man walked next to him, standing in front of Brad's cell. He wore the same black uniform, but he had cold brown eyes and army cut black hair.
Rowan's narrowed eyes were trained directly on the man in front of her, and in return, he narrowed his eyes.
"What're you lookin' at?" he hissed in a hoarse voice.
Rowan didn't like the guy's attitude. Her head was becoming less painful, and she looked back at him with a matching glare.
"You, obviously," she snapped back, and the man frowned.
"Brat," he murmered under his breath. Rowan only glared back, resisting the urge to say anything else.
"What d'you want?" Brad said.
"The boss wants to meet you both," the man in front of Brad said. "I would suggest that you not try anything."
The man in front of Brad's cell took a large keyring out of his pocket. On it were dozens of keys of all shapes, sizes, and colors. He chose a large, circular silver key and walked to the door of Brad's cell. He put the key into the keyhole and twisted it, and there was a metallic click of the door becoming unlocked. Brad knew better than to struggle, so he stood up andwas led out of the cell by the man, who took out a pair of handcuffs from his right pocket and tied Brad's hands together behind his back.
The man handed the gaurd in front of Rowan's cell the keyring, and he chose a small, square-shaped brass key. He followed the same procedure, and Rowan stood up and allowed herself to be led out of the cell door. The gaurd took a pair of handcuffs out of his left pocket and put Rowan's hands behind her back, then put the handcuffs on. Rowan swore that he put it on tighter than he was supposed to. She followed him to the door down the left of the hall.
***********
Damien sat back in his desk chair in his office, staring at the door across from him. He was waiting for the two Raccoon City survivors, and they were being escorted to Damien's office by two gaurds. The man grinned and brushed a locke of black hair out of his face as echoing footsteps of four people worked their way up the hall. There was a knock on the door.
"Bring them in," Damien snickered.
The door opened, and the two gaurds walked in, leading a frowning Brad and Rowan in. The two gaurds thrusted the prisoners in the two chairs in front of Damien's desk and then stood by the door, waiting.
"Welcome to our, heh, prison," he snickered. " I am Damien Roscwood, the leader of this facility. Brad Vickers and Rowan Naton, I presume?"
The two didn't respond. They sat stiffly in their chairs and glared at him angrily.
"Be stubborn, if you wish," Damien said coldly, "but you won't be able to resist answering my questions for long." He smiled and stared directly at them.
"Where are we?" Brad asked.
"An Umbrella facility many miles away from New York City, and double the distance away from the town you were captured in."
Damien smiled and stared at the two prisoners. "I want you to tell me where your friends are."
"Never," Brad said simply.
"Simply tell me and I will free you both."
"Not a chance," Rowan hissed.
"Tell me," Damien asked, standing up, "why do you resist? Umbrella wouldn't have come after you if you hadn't found out about the T-Virus at the mansion."
"If we didn't," Brad answered, "the whole city probably would've been infected by a month ahead of time. You can't play with people's lives."
"We can do," Damien snapped back, "whatever we desire." He turned to Rowan. "Why do you trust these pathetic fools?"
"If it weren't for them," Rowan said coldly, "I would've have been dead by now. Umbrella killed my friends...my family...and so many others... I trust them with all my heart. They told me the truth."
"How touching," the leader of the Umbrella facility said sarcastically. He turned to the two gaurds and nodded.
"Take them back to their cells," he hissed. "I want to start questioning them tomorrow."
The two gaurds nodded and walked to them. The man with brown hair grabbed Rowan's shoulder and pulled her upward, leading her to the door. Brad stood up, glaring at Damien before he was lead away.
As the four people walked out and the door closed behind them, Damien smirked.
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Brad's handcuffs were taken off and he was pushed into his cell within the second he stood in front of it, and the door to it slammed shut behind him. He heard the gaurd that had led them there turn the lock before giving the keychain to the other gaurd. The second man took it, unlocked Rowan's handcuffs, and shoved her in so hard that she fell to the ground. He slammed the door behind him and locked it shut, heading out of the hall as Rowan shot the gaurd a death glare.
"You okay?" Brad asked, kneeling against the bars of his cell.
Rowan nodded, exhailing slowly. "Yeah. You?"
"Yeah..."
They fell silent. Rowan sighed and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes. Brad did the same a moment later, letting his mind wander.
iGartha, please call Jill./i
**********
"What?!" Jill Valentine's voice exclaimed over the phone.
Gartha was able to get through to Jill on the cellphone, using the number the former S.T.A.R.S. member had given her before she left for Europe. Jill came on after the first ring, and Gartha had explained everything to her. She explained about how she had gone to the store and come back with Rowan missing and the kitchen door wide open. She told Jill how she tried to call Brad, but the operator came through and said that the phone was out of service. Jill was taken aback.
Gartha nodded. "D'you think," she asked shakily, "that this is Umbrella's work...?"
Silence, then, "I don't know, but from the way it sounds..."
There were voices in the background, two men from what it sounded. Jill said something to them, and then began to speak on the phone. "Barry says that he'll call up the Exeter S.T.A.R.S. members. It's the team that helped David, John, and Rebecca get out of Caliban Cove in Maine. Maybe they can help."
Gartha sighed. Jill had explained everything about the mansion incident and what happened afterwards, so she knew who David, Rebecca, and John were. "How...long will it take them to get here?"
"I dunno...," Jill replied, pausing. "I'll have them call you and tell you."
"Jill," Rowan's aunt said quietly, "I can't thank you enough..."
"Just hang tight and calm down," was her answer. "We'll find out what's going on. Take care."
"Same to you. Good luck on your mission..."
They hung up at the same time. Gartha paused, staring at the ceiling for a moment, then moved into the living room and sat on the sofa. Felix jumped onto her lap the moment she sat down, and it began to purr calmly as it curled up in a ball. Gartha exhailed softly and closed her eyes.
"Rowan, Brad," she whispered softly, "please be allright."
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I'm soooooooooooo sorry for the delay, but I had so much to do! My birthday's tomorrow, May 24, at exactly 11:11 P.M.!!!!!!!! I'm gonna be 14!!!!!! *Confetti is thrown everywhere* ^_^
ANyhoo, this is kinda a boring chapter, but hang tight, I PROMISE it'll get better!!!!
~Windra