Resident Evil: Steve's Story

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Chapter 3 The Capture

I ran home as fast as my legs could carry me. As I approached my house, my eyes widened in horror. The hinges of my front door were ripped off and my mother's flowers were trampled in the front garden. I ran into the house and began searching frantically for my mother.

"Mom!" I called as I ran through the rooms on the main floor of the house.

I heard the quiet click of a door shutting upstairs and I turned quickly. I ran up the stairs two by two. I raced into my parents' room and found my mother sitting on the bed. I ran to her and hugged her tightly. She buried her face in my shoulder and began crying. I rubbed her back and attempted to comfort her.

"They've taken your father," she cried into my shoulder.

"I know," I responded, "We're safe now."

"No Steve," Mom replied, "we're not safe."

"Why not?" I asked.

"They're coming back for you Steve!" My mother cried.

"What?" I exclaimed, astonished.

"They're watching the house, Steve," my mom explained, "They know you know about your father."

"What do you mean," I asked.

"Get out of here," my mother ordered with tears streaming down her face, "don't stay here. Get somewhere safe."

"But what about you?" I asked worried about my mother's safety.

"Don't worry about me," my mother scolded, "now get out of here!"

With that, she pushed me away from her. I thought about staying with my mother momentarily before deciding to obey her. I turned away from her and began to walk towards the front door with tears welling up in my eyes.

As I was just about to leave, a man with blonde hair appeared in the threshold of the front door. Four armed men wearing masks and carrying guns appeared behind the blonde man. I took a step back as I saw my reflection in the blonde man's sunglasses.

"Steven Burnside?" the blonde man asked coldly.

"Who wants to know?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Come with us boy," the man ordered holding out his gloved hand.

I looked to the man's hand and my eyes narrowed into a dark glare before I turned and ran back up the stairs to the second floor.

"Get him!" I heard the blonde man order the other men.

I ran into my parents' room where my mother was still sitting on the bed.

"Help me out the window!" I called at my mother.

Mom looked up and smiled at my decision to make an attempt at escape. She ran to the window and opened it for me. I climbed onto the windowsill and slipped my body out of the window. As I was preparing to climb down, I heard the men enter the room. Mom turned quickly and tried to fend them off but the men just laughed and pulled the triggers on their guns. I heard my mom scream as bullets began tearing into her body. Her blood spattered out behind her and all over my face. I was so terrified that I let go of the window and jumped down two storeys. I landed on the ground and pain shot up through my body. I quickly rose to my feet and began towards the gate leading to the front of the house. As I opened the gate, the blonde man stepped in front of me. Before I could run, the man grabbed my arm and squeezed tightly. I winced in pain as his fingers dug into my skin.

"You're coming with us," he exclaimed coldly.