Resident Evil: Return of a Nightmare
Chapter 5
By Windra
Rowan sat in the corner of her cell, hugging her legs tightly. She glanced up quickly when hearing the sound of a door quickly, and hurridly crawled to the bars of the cell. She had been brought in for questioning about two hours ago, and, after about a half-hour, the unconcious girl the gaurds dragged in had woken up. Less than thirty minutes after she came to, the gaurds took Brad in. Justin looked up from lying down in his cot and stood up.
As they thought, the gaurds were bringing Brad back from Damien's office. The man had a victorious smirk on his face, and the gaurds behind him frowned. Rowan grinned, seeing that he didn't give any information either. Justin gave a thumbs up.
Angry and frustrated, the gaurd pushed Brad back into his cell. After slamming the door shut and locking it, the two gaurds headed to the exit. Smiling, the three of them got as close to the bars as they could and began to converse.
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The creature stalked its enemy cunningly behind a few bushes, arching its back and lowering its head. The enemy monsters looked around the area in a confused manner, sniffing the air and searching for its opponent. It reptillian body crouched to the ground and its curved, clawed arms flexed with tension. The frog-like snout sniffed at the air, its yellow eyes darting from place to place. The creature behind the bushes bared its teeth. The prey suddenly jerked up, dashing towards the bushes-
-and with a quick flick of the stalker's claw-tipped tentacle, the frog-like monster was speared through the its skull. Its body became limp as the predator hunting it brought the tentacle closer to its fang-lined mouth. Within minutes, the prey was consumed.
Damien watched from a window in the lab to the monster's room, smirking. Cougra took the Hunter Beta down easily, and there was no doubt that it could defeat even the Tyrant that had once inhabited the Spencer Estate, maybe even the Nemesis. The creature was incredibly strong. It was an exellent creation, especially since it still obtained the natural instincts of a mountain lion.
Damien grinned, turning away and walking towards the door of the lab. He would go and add this to his report on Cougra. Walking to the door, he passed Rachel, who was also examining the habits of Cougra. She didn't like the creature at all, or any off the beasts Umbrella made, but she decided to see it, just in case...
Standing up to leave, Rachel made one last note of the corpse that had been a Hunter. She noted the long, deep scar on the Hunter's head left by the claw on Cougra's tentacle before the head was devoured, and headed out the door
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Raven was driving her black minivan in silence, hardly looking to the other passengers or her husband. Her mind was in full concentration, and she was worried about what lay ahead. But she wouldn't show it, it would be her weakness. Sighing, she glanced into the back seats, looking at each of her comrades.
Clarice Tailnya was one of the best members of the team. She was 35 and had long, dirty blonde hair. She was wearing a green tee-shirt and blue shorts. Her amber eyes scoped the van without worry. In front of her sat her dufflebag, filled with medical supplies, no doubt. Clarice had a tendency to be a goof-off, but she always took her job seriously, never forgetting to do something and always coming to the team's aid.
Then there was Samantha Ranters, an exellent field scout of 21, and the youngest in the group. She had short black hair and yellowish eyes. She was the 'Cat-lady' because of her cat-like appearence and moves. The girl was wearing a white tee-shirt and denim jeans, and a blue cap was drawn over her eyes. Her supplies sat in a backpack beside her.
Beside her was George Thowl, a young and extremely energetic young man. At 24, he was well known to be foolish at times, but he was always there when he was needed. He had short, buzz-cut style brown hair that shifted down his forehead and deep jade eyes that scanned the area. He wore a blue tank top and blue shorts. His duffelbag, which sat next to him, contained weapons of all kinds, from the simplest handgun to the most dangerous rifles. The bag alone took up almost his whole seat.
And finally was Raven's beloved, Sebastian. He was 47, and looked quite young for his age. He had long black hair that was tied back into a ponytail and deep blue eyes. He wore a green tee-shirt and black jeans. He smiled at her, and Raven couldn't help it stare back into his calm eyes, loving every moment of it. She must have been staring at him for a minute or two, because behind her, someone cleared his or her throat, sending Raven back into reality. She turned to look at the road quickly, blushing madly. Behind her, the three Exeter S.T.A.R.S. members rumbled with laughter, and Raven and Sebastian couldn't help but laugh as well.
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One day later...
Justin Diaz sat near edge of the cell, attentive and listening to Brad and Rowan tell their stories of Raccoon City. Brad had told him about the incidents of the Spencer Estate. He heard about Rowan's experiences at her middle school, and how she hid in the janitor's room before deciding to get out of the hellish city. He heard how Brad arrived at the city and become persued by a S.T.A.R.S. hunter. He also heard how Rowan met up with him and Jill in about the nick of time, crashing into Nemesis accidentally and saving Brad from certain death. They told him how they got out of the city alive with a new member. Finally, they ended their tales by telling him how they were caught. Justin looked at them both and nodded, then began his own story.
"As you know," he said softly, "I used to work in this facility. I used to record the behavioral patterns of the bioweapons created here. For one year I worked at this place, not giving a care in the world for all the people who were affected by our experiments..."
"Then one day, about two months ago, I walked in the lab as a few scientists were using the T-Virus on one of our human guinea pigs. I heard the man they were doing it to scream and yell out in anguish in pain. He was begging for mercy. It was on that day that I realized the true values of human life and what our viruses were doing to them. Umbrella was considering themselved to be above the law, and the man... It tore my heart out."
"That's horrible," Justin heard Rowan whisper.
"It is," he responded. "From that day on, I devoted my life to trying to expose the T and G-Virus to the government and make them see what Umbrella was doing. One day I was in the lab, trying to get a sample of the T-Virus when another scientist walked in on me. He told the staff and had me put in this cell for being a traitor to Umbrella. I've been in this cell for about a month and a half-"
Justin was cut off as the door down the hall opened. The gaurd that had dragged Brad to meet Damien walked in, carrying a tray with three plates filled with two slices of bread each and three cups of water. There were straws in each cup, and a knapkin was next to those. When he got to the cells, he literrally shoved each plate and cup in their face. When he handed a cup to Brad, he purposely spilled some of the water on him. Brad just sat there with narrowed eyes. He reached down for the knapkin, ripping a small piece of before using to dry himself off. Rowan saw the smirk that was growing on his face.
"What're you planning," she asked him, smiling wickedly.
"A little payback," was his response.
Justin and Rowan snickered quietly as the gaurd walked in again to make sure that they weren't sharing anything. Before he reached the cells, Brad took the straw out of the cup and dried it off quickly, then rolled the piece of knapkin he ripped off into a small ball. He dunked it in the water and then stuffed it down the straw, then hid it behind his back. Brad waited until the gaurd passed his cell before taking the straw out and placing his mouth on it. With one blow, the damp knapkin piece was sent flying into the air and onto the gaurd's neck.
The gaurd froze and placed his hand on his neck, wiping the paper off and looking at it to see what it was. Brad quickly put the straw back into his waer, and was sipping from it as the gaurd looked at their cells, trying to figure out who had used the spitball on him. After seeing that none of them could have done it, he walked out of the room, and the three cellmates burst into laughter.
Chapter 5
By Windra
Rowan sat in the corner of her cell, hugging her legs tightly. She glanced up quickly when hearing the sound of a door quickly, and hurridly crawled to the bars of the cell. She had been brought in for questioning about two hours ago, and, after about a half-hour, the unconcious girl the gaurds dragged in had woken up. Less than thirty minutes after she came to, the gaurds took Brad in. Justin looked up from lying down in his cot and stood up.
As they thought, the gaurds were bringing Brad back from Damien's office. The man had a victorious smirk on his face, and the gaurds behind him frowned. Rowan grinned, seeing that he didn't give any information either. Justin gave a thumbs up.
Angry and frustrated, the gaurd pushed Brad back into his cell. After slamming the door shut and locking it, the two gaurds headed to the exit. Smiling, the three of them got as close to the bars as they could and began to converse.
**********
The creature stalked its enemy cunningly behind a few bushes, arching its back and lowering its head. The enemy monsters looked around the area in a confused manner, sniffing the air and searching for its opponent. It reptillian body crouched to the ground and its curved, clawed arms flexed with tension. The frog-like snout sniffed at the air, its yellow eyes darting from place to place. The creature behind the bushes bared its teeth. The prey suddenly jerked up, dashing towards the bushes-
-and with a quick flick of the stalker's claw-tipped tentacle, the frog-like monster was speared through the its skull. Its body became limp as the predator hunting it brought the tentacle closer to its fang-lined mouth. Within minutes, the prey was consumed.
Damien watched from a window in the lab to the monster's room, smirking. Cougra took the Hunter Beta down easily, and there was no doubt that it could defeat even the Tyrant that had once inhabited the Spencer Estate, maybe even the Nemesis. The creature was incredibly strong. It was an exellent creation, especially since it still obtained the natural instincts of a mountain lion.
Damien grinned, turning away and walking towards the door of the lab. He would go and add this to his report on Cougra. Walking to the door, he passed Rachel, who was also examining the habits of Cougra. She didn't like the creature at all, or any off the beasts Umbrella made, but she decided to see it, just in case...
Standing up to leave, Rachel made one last note of the corpse that had been a Hunter. She noted the long, deep scar on the Hunter's head left by the claw on Cougra's tentacle before the head was devoured, and headed out the door
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Raven was driving her black minivan in silence, hardly looking to the other passengers or her husband. Her mind was in full concentration, and she was worried about what lay ahead. But she wouldn't show it, it would be her weakness. Sighing, she glanced into the back seats, looking at each of her comrades.
Clarice Tailnya was one of the best members of the team. She was 35 and had long, dirty blonde hair. She was wearing a green tee-shirt and blue shorts. Her amber eyes scoped the van without worry. In front of her sat her dufflebag, filled with medical supplies, no doubt. Clarice had a tendency to be a goof-off, but she always took her job seriously, never forgetting to do something and always coming to the team's aid.
Then there was Samantha Ranters, an exellent field scout of 21, and the youngest in the group. She had short black hair and yellowish eyes. She was the 'Cat-lady' because of her cat-like appearence and moves. The girl was wearing a white tee-shirt and denim jeans, and a blue cap was drawn over her eyes. Her supplies sat in a backpack beside her.
Beside her was George Thowl, a young and extremely energetic young man. At 24, he was well known to be foolish at times, but he was always there when he was needed. He had short, buzz-cut style brown hair that shifted down his forehead and deep jade eyes that scanned the area. He wore a blue tank top and blue shorts. His duffelbag, which sat next to him, contained weapons of all kinds, from the simplest handgun to the most dangerous rifles. The bag alone took up almost his whole seat.
And finally was Raven's beloved, Sebastian. He was 47, and looked quite young for his age. He had long black hair that was tied back into a ponytail and deep blue eyes. He wore a green tee-shirt and black jeans. He smiled at her, and Raven couldn't help it stare back into his calm eyes, loving every moment of it. She must have been staring at him for a minute or two, because behind her, someone cleared his or her throat, sending Raven back into reality. She turned to look at the road quickly, blushing madly. Behind her, the three Exeter S.T.A.R.S. members rumbled with laughter, and Raven and Sebastian couldn't help but laugh as well.
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One day later...
Justin Diaz sat near edge of the cell, attentive and listening to Brad and Rowan tell their stories of Raccoon City. Brad had told him about the incidents of the Spencer Estate. He heard about Rowan's experiences at her middle school, and how she hid in the janitor's room before deciding to get out of the hellish city. He heard how Brad arrived at the city and become persued by a S.T.A.R.S. hunter. He also heard how Rowan met up with him and Jill in about the nick of time, crashing into Nemesis accidentally and saving Brad from certain death. They told him how they got out of the city alive with a new member. Finally, they ended their tales by telling him how they were caught. Justin looked at them both and nodded, then began his own story.
"As you know," he said softly, "I used to work in this facility. I used to record the behavioral patterns of the bioweapons created here. For one year I worked at this place, not giving a care in the world for all the people who were affected by our experiments..."
"Then one day, about two months ago, I walked in the lab as a few scientists were using the T-Virus on one of our human guinea pigs. I heard the man they were doing it to scream and yell out in anguish in pain. He was begging for mercy. It was on that day that I realized the true values of human life and what our viruses were doing to them. Umbrella was considering themselved to be above the law, and the man... It tore my heart out."
"That's horrible," Justin heard Rowan whisper.
"It is," he responded. "From that day on, I devoted my life to trying to expose the T and G-Virus to the government and make them see what Umbrella was doing. One day I was in the lab, trying to get a sample of the T-Virus when another scientist walked in on me. He told the staff and had me put in this cell for being a traitor to Umbrella. I've been in this cell for about a month and a half-"
Justin was cut off as the door down the hall opened. The gaurd that had dragged Brad to meet Damien walked in, carrying a tray with three plates filled with two slices of bread each and three cups of water. There were straws in each cup, and a knapkin was next to those. When he got to the cells, he literrally shoved each plate and cup in their face. When he handed a cup to Brad, he purposely spilled some of the water on him. Brad just sat there with narrowed eyes. He reached down for the knapkin, ripping a small piece of before using to dry himself off. Rowan saw the smirk that was growing on his face.
"What're you planning," she asked him, smiling wickedly.
"A little payback," was his response.
Justin and Rowan snickered quietly as the gaurd walked in again to make sure that they weren't sharing anything. Before he reached the cells, Brad took the straw out of the cup and dried it off quickly, then rolled the piece of knapkin he ripped off into a small ball. He dunked it in the water and then stuffed it down the straw, then hid it behind his back. Brad waited until the gaurd passed his cell before taking the straw out and placing his mouth on it. With one blow, the damp knapkin piece was sent flying into the air and onto the gaurd's neck.
The gaurd froze and placed his hand on his neck, wiping the paper off and looking at it to see what it was. Brad quickly put the straw back into his waer, and was sipping from it as the gaurd looked at their cells, trying to figure out who had used the spitball on him. After seeing that none of them could have done it, he walked out of the room, and the three cellmates burst into laughter.