Resident Evil: Return of a Nightmare
Chapter 4
By Windra
In Mayhill City, Maine, 45-year-old Raven Blackthorne sat back in her green recliner, brushing her long, black hair away from her face with her hands. Her blue eyes stared cooly at the ceiling. Raven was wearing a black tee-shirt and denim jeans, and a pair of sunglasses were perched on her head. A small coffee table sat to her left, where a black phone sat. The walls were made of wood and the ground was a tan color. The clock on the wall to her right read 11:30 A.M. Raven's husband, Sebastian, was at the Mayhill City Police Department.
Raven and Sebastian were members of the Exeter S.T.A.R.S. Team in Maine. David Trapp and John Andrews had been on their squad, but they left when Barry Burton and his friends called them up. Barry was a good friend of Raven's, but she hadn't seen him for so long.
A small smile played across her face as she rested her eyes to take a quick nap-
-and, suddenly, the phone rang. Raven literally jumped out of the recliner in alarm, her sunglasses falling to the floor. The woman groaned and knelt over to pick them up, and, when she did, she darted to the phone and removed it from its holder.
"Hello?" she asked cooly.
"Raven, that you?" said a gruff and oddly familiar voice on the phone. Raven's memories clicked into place.
"Barry?!" she exclaimed, trying to contain her excitement.
"It's me," he said, a hint of cheerfullness in his voice. Yet, from his tone, Raven could tell that something was wrong.
"What's up?" She said in a worried whisper.
"We've got trouble," was his reply.
**********
Rachel sat in her office silently, staring at the other wall. Sighing, she stood up and began pacing the room.
iHow could I have done such a thing...? Ordering Agent Briggs to hit the girl with the butt of his pistol.../i
She paused, staring up and recalling the memory once again.
iAnd then the look of confusion, surprise, and rage on the child's face...I'm so, so sorry.../i
She sighed again, sitting down at her desk once again and finding an interesting spot ion the floor to stare at.
iAnd then having Agent Jackson hold the man at gunpoint...how could I have ordered the agent to do such a thing...?/i
She blinked, looking up at the ceiling and cocking her head. She hated seeing those two people suffer like that... They had suffered enough by surviving Raccoon City. Yet, Rachel had helped to capture them... She worked for Umbrella, the company that turned Raccoon City into a death trap...
iWhich side am I on?/i
**********
Raven ran to the door of her black minivan, pulling it open and jumping in. She held a small suitcase holding her clothes and Exeter S.T.A.R.S. S.W.A.T. style uniform. It also held her gun belt and clips for her pistols, as well as silencers for them. There was medical equipment packed away in it. Gritting her teeth, Raven slammed the door shut and put the car key in the ignition.
Half an hour ago, Barry had told them how a member of their old S.T.A.R.S. team, Brad Vickers, and a young girl who survived Raccoon City, Rowan Naton, disappeared without a trace.
iUmbrella.../i
Barry asked if they could go investigate, and Raven agreed. She knew of a desolate area that would probably be an Umbrella headquarters. The place was a weather monitoring service area in New York. However, it was too large to be one... If Raven's guess was right, it was an Umbrella facility.
Afterwards, Raven had made a series of calls to the other members of the Exeter S.T.A.R.S. Team. She called Clarice Tailnya, the medical specialist, first. Samantha Ranters, the field scout, was next. George Thowl, the weapons specialist, was after her. Raven got ahold of Sebastian, who was the communications specialist, after that. She told all of them to get their equipment packed and ready to go.
Narrowing her eyes, Raven pushed her sunglasses over her eyes and started the car. She pulled out of the driveway and began driving in the direction of the M.C.P.D.
**********
Brad sat in his cell, his arms crossed and his eyes trained on the cell door. It had been two hours since he and Rowan met Damien, and he was unsure of what to say or do.
"Pst," someone hissed.
Brad's head shot up. The sound had come from the cell to the left of him. He saw Rowan's head perk up slightly. Overwelmed with curiousity, Brad got out of his cot and walked to the bars. He sat down, and turned his attention to the next cell.
"Who's there?" he asked, looking out from the bars of his cell.
A man's head moved towards the bars in the next cell and blinked at him. His hair was black and styled like a buzzcut, and his eyes were stormy gray. Across the room, Rowan crawled to the bars of her cell.
"Hey," the man said in a deep voice. He glanced at both he and Rowan. "What'cha in for?"
"Survived Raccoon City," Brad answered, "and the Spencer Estate incident."
"Lived through Raccoon City," Rowan replied.
"Shit," the man whispered. "I used 'ta work for Umbrella, but I revolted. Got jailed 'cuz I went against their ideas after a while."
Rowan and Brad were silent.
"Sorry, forgot to introduce m'self." He extended a hand to Brad and nodded to Rowan. "Name's Justin Diaz. Nice to meet'cha."
"Brad Vickers," Brad said cooly. "Used to be a S.T.A.R.S. member."
"Rowan Naton." Rowan smiled, waving a hand.
Justin pointed to the other cells, which were all empty. "Umbrella must suck at searchin' for people, cuz we're the only ones here."
"I catch your point," Rowan murmered, looking out of her cell. "Umbrella sucks at everything."
"Damn straight," was Brad's reply.
The door at the end of the hallway opened, and the man with brown hair that had escorted Rowan to Damien before walked down the hallway, his eyes trained on the girl. The coldness in his glare was matched only by Rowan's intent stare. The gaurd walked to her cell door and pulled out his keyring, then unlocked the door. He grabbed Rowan by the right wrist and hauled her up.
"C'mon, brat," he hissed, handcuffing her hands and pushing her forward, " Damien wants to see you.
Justin and Brad exchanged glances. Brad looked up and mouthed 'Good luck' to Rowan, who nodded. They watched solemnly as she left the room with the gaurd.
**********
"Tell me, Rowan," Damien hissed at the girl, "where did your S.T.A.R.S. friends go?"
Rowan was in Damien's office, sitting in a wooden chair with her hands handcuffed tight on the back of the chair. The gaurd was standing at the door.
"None of your business," Rowan snapped.
Damien frowned. "Speak, or you'll be in more pain than you ever were before."
"Go to hell!"
Damien advanced on her, slapping her hard across the face. Rowan's face was red with anger and pain.'
"Tell me now, you stupid brat!"
"Never!"
Damien put his foot on a vacant spot on the chair and pulled Rowan forwards. Pain shot up and down her arms as he did so, making it feel like her arms were being torn out of their sockets.
"I wouldn't tell you if Hell froze over!" she screamed.
Damien released her and pulled back, staring at her angrily. "Tsk tsk," he shunned. "Such language! I'll teach you not to talk to me like that!"
Damien raised his hand again, and Rowan narrowed her eyes.
"Bite me, you bastard," she hissed.
Damien's eyes widened with rage as he brought his palm down on the sore spot of her head. The pain was unbearable, and Rowan's body went numb again. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped in the chair, unconcious.
"Such a wimpy brat," the man growled.
He snapped his fingers and the gaurd moved forward, took the handcuffs off of Rowan, and hauled her back to her cell.
**********
Gartha sat on her couch, her eyes wide open and bloodshot. She was afraid and nervous for Rowan and Brad. She rested her head on the arm of the chair and closed her eyes. She felt Felix jump onto the sofa and curl up at her feet.
And suddenly the phone was ringing.
Gartha bolted up and dashed to the phone, picking it up without a moment's hesitation.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Gartha," Jill's voice said on the other line, "good news."
"What is it?"
"Barry got ahold of his friend, Raven Blackthorne, an Exeter S.T.A.R.S. member. Her team is heading down from Maine. Raven says she wants to check out a quote and quote 'weather service area', because she knew that it was too large to be one."
"Thank you Jill... Thank you so much..."
"No problem, but take a rest before you give yourself an ultzer (sp?), ok?"
"Alright. Take care."
"You, too."
They hung up, and Gartha stared at the cieling, praying for the best.
Chapter 4
By Windra
In Mayhill City, Maine, 45-year-old Raven Blackthorne sat back in her green recliner, brushing her long, black hair away from her face with her hands. Her blue eyes stared cooly at the ceiling. Raven was wearing a black tee-shirt and denim jeans, and a pair of sunglasses were perched on her head. A small coffee table sat to her left, where a black phone sat. The walls were made of wood and the ground was a tan color. The clock on the wall to her right read 11:30 A.M. Raven's husband, Sebastian, was at the Mayhill City Police Department.
Raven and Sebastian were members of the Exeter S.T.A.R.S. Team in Maine. David Trapp and John Andrews had been on their squad, but they left when Barry Burton and his friends called them up. Barry was a good friend of Raven's, but she hadn't seen him for so long.
A small smile played across her face as she rested her eyes to take a quick nap-
-and, suddenly, the phone rang. Raven literally jumped out of the recliner in alarm, her sunglasses falling to the floor. The woman groaned and knelt over to pick them up, and, when she did, she darted to the phone and removed it from its holder.
"Hello?" she asked cooly.
"Raven, that you?" said a gruff and oddly familiar voice on the phone. Raven's memories clicked into place.
"Barry?!" she exclaimed, trying to contain her excitement.
"It's me," he said, a hint of cheerfullness in his voice. Yet, from his tone, Raven could tell that something was wrong.
"What's up?" She said in a worried whisper.
"We've got trouble," was his reply.
**********
Rachel sat in her office silently, staring at the other wall. Sighing, she stood up and began pacing the room.
iHow could I have done such a thing...? Ordering Agent Briggs to hit the girl with the butt of his pistol.../i
She paused, staring up and recalling the memory once again.
iAnd then the look of confusion, surprise, and rage on the child's face...I'm so, so sorry.../i
She sighed again, sitting down at her desk once again and finding an interesting spot ion the floor to stare at.
iAnd then having Agent Jackson hold the man at gunpoint...how could I have ordered the agent to do such a thing...?/i
She blinked, looking up at the ceiling and cocking her head. She hated seeing those two people suffer like that... They had suffered enough by surviving Raccoon City. Yet, Rachel had helped to capture them... She worked for Umbrella, the company that turned Raccoon City into a death trap...
iWhich side am I on?/i
**********
Raven ran to the door of her black minivan, pulling it open and jumping in. She held a small suitcase holding her clothes and Exeter S.T.A.R.S. S.W.A.T. style uniform. It also held her gun belt and clips for her pistols, as well as silencers for them. There was medical equipment packed away in it. Gritting her teeth, Raven slammed the door shut and put the car key in the ignition.
Half an hour ago, Barry had told them how a member of their old S.T.A.R.S. team, Brad Vickers, and a young girl who survived Raccoon City, Rowan Naton, disappeared without a trace.
iUmbrella.../i
Barry asked if they could go investigate, and Raven agreed. She knew of a desolate area that would probably be an Umbrella headquarters. The place was a weather monitoring service area in New York. However, it was too large to be one... If Raven's guess was right, it was an Umbrella facility.
Afterwards, Raven had made a series of calls to the other members of the Exeter S.T.A.R.S. Team. She called Clarice Tailnya, the medical specialist, first. Samantha Ranters, the field scout, was next. George Thowl, the weapons specialist, was after her. Raven got ahold of Sebastian, who was the communications specialist, after that. She told all of them to get their equipment packed and ready to go.
Narrowing her eyes, Raven pushed her sunglasses over her eyes and started the car. She pulled out of the driveway and began driving in the direction of the M.C.P.D.
**********
Brad sat in his cell, his arms crossed and his eyes trained on the cell door. It had been two hours since he and Rowan met Damien, and he was unsure of what to say or do.
"Pst," someone hissed.
Brad's head shot up. The sound had come from the cell to the left of him. He saw Rowan's head perk up slightly. Overwelmed with curiousity, Brad got out of his cot and walked to the bars. He sat down, and turned his attention to the next cell.
"Who's there?" he asked, looking out from the bars of his cell.
A man's head moved towards the bars in the next cell and blinked at him. His hair was black and styled like a buzzcut, and his eyes were stormy gray. Across the room, Rowan crawled to the bars of her cell.
"Hey," the man said in a deep voice. He glanced at both he and Rowan. "What'cha in for?"
"Survived Raccoon City," Brad answered, "and the Spencer Estate incident."
"Lived through Raccoon City," Rowan replied.
"Shit," the man whispered. "I used 'ta work for Umbrella, but I revolted. Got jailed 'cuz I went against their ideas after a while."
Rowan and Brad were silent.
"Sorry, forgot to introduce m'self." He extended a hand to Brad and nodded to Rowan. "Name's Justin Diaz. Nice to meet'cha."
"Brad Vickers," Brad said cooly. "Used to be a S.T.A.R.S. member."
"Rowan Naton." Rowan smiled, waving a hand.
Justin pointed to the other cells, which were all empty. "Umbrella must suck at searchin' for people, cuz we're the only ones here."
"I catch your point," Rowan murmered, looking out of her cell. "Umbrella sucks at everything."
"Damn straight," was Brad's reply.
The door at the end of the hallway opened, and the man with brown hair that had escorted Rowan to Damien before walked down the hallway, his eyes trained on the girl. The coldness in his glare was matched only by Rowan's intent stare. The gaurd walked to her cell door and pulled out his keyring, then unlocked the door. He grabbed Rowan by the right wrist and hauled her up.
"C'mon, brat," he hissed, handcuffing her hands and pushing her forward, " Damien wants to see you.
Justin and Brad exchanged glances. Brad looked up and mouthed 'Good luck' to Rowan, who nodded. They watched solemnly as she left the room with the gaurd.
**********
"Tell me, Rowan," Damien hissed at the girl, "where did your S.T.A.R.S. friends go?"
Rowan was in Damien's office, sitting in a wooden chair with her hands handcuffed tight on the back of the chair. The gaurd was standing at the door.
"None of your business," Rowan snapped.
Damien frowned. "Speak, or you'll be in more pain than you ever were before."
"Go to hell!"
Damien advanced on her, slapping her hard across the face. Rowan's face was red with anger and pain.'
"Tell me now, you stupid brat!"
"Never!"
Damien put his foot on a vacant spot on the chair and pulled Rowan forwards. Pain shot up and down her arms as he did so, making it feel like her arms were being torn out of their sockets.
"I wouldn't tell you if Hell froze over!" she screamed.
Damien released her and pulled back, staring at her angrily. "Tsk tsk," he shunned. "Such language! I'll teach you not to talk to me like that!"
Damien raised his hand again, and Rowan narrowed her eyes.
"Bite me, you bastard," she hissed.
Damien's eyes widened with rage as he brought his palm down on the sore spot of her head. The pain was unbearable, and Rowan's body went numb again. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped in the chair, unconcious.
"Such a wimpy brat," the man growled.
He snapped his fingers and the gaurd moved forward, took the handcuffs off of Rowan, and hauled her back to her cell.
**********
Gartha sat on her couch, her eyes wide open and bloodshot. She was afraid and nervous for Rowan and Brad. She rested her head on the arm of the chair and closed her eyes. She felt Felix jump onto the sofa and curl up at her feet.
And suddenly the phone was ringing.
Gartha bolted up and dashed to the phone, picking it up without a moment's hesitation.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Gartha," Jill's voice said on the other line, "good news."
"What is it?"
"Barry got ahold of his friend, Raven Blackthorne, an Exeter S.T.A.R.S. member. Her team is heading down from Maine. Raven says she wants to check out a quote and quote 'weather service area', because she knew that it was too large to be one."
"Thank you Jill... Thank you so much..."
"No problem, but take a rest before you give yourself an ultzer (sp?), ok?"
"Alright. Take care."
"You, too."
They hung up, and Gartha stared at the cieling, praying for the best.