Resident Evil: Steve's Story
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or logos save for the names of Steve's Parents. All other characters and logos belong to Capcom.
Chapter 4 The Helicopter
The blonde man took me from my home by force. I asked him several times why he was doing this to me. "You don't need to know" was all he would say.
I was dragged to a black van with tinted windows. The familiar white and red Umbrella logo adorned the side of the van. My eyes widened. My dad worked for Umbrella! Why would Umbrella kill my mother and arrest me and my father? As I thought about this, my head was pushed down low and I was shoved into the back of the black van. I fell onto my stomach on the floor of the van. I groaned in pain as my chin hit the floor.
"Don't move," I heard the blonde man warn.
A pair of hands grabbed my wrists and fastened a pair of handcuffs around them tightening the cuffs painfully. I winced in pain as the cold metal bit into my skin. I heard the doors of the van slam shut and the van began moving.
I couldn't see where they were taking me but it felt like I had spent hours on the floor of the van. Finally, the van came to a stop and the side door was opened. I felt warm sunlight and a cool breeze brush past my face as I tried to adjust to the sudden light. As soon as my eyes had adjusted to the light, a bag was placed over my head and I was plunged back into darkness. I was forced to walk over to what sounded like a helicopter and I climbed in. I was led to the back of the helicopter and forced to sit down. These Umbrella thugs weren't stupid. They knew how to keep me from finding out where they were taking me so I couldn't escape, no matter how hard I tried.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or logos save for the names of Steve's Parents. All other characters and logos belong to Capcom.
Chapter 4 The Helicopter
The blonde man took me from my home by force. I asked him several times why he was doing this to me. "You don't need to know" was all he would say.
I was dragged to a black van with tinted windows. The familiar white and red Umbrella logo adorned the side of the van. My eyes widened. My dad worked for Umbrella! Why would Umbrella kill my mother and arrest me and my father? As I thought about this, my head was pushed down low and I was shoved into the back of the black van. I fell onto my stomach on the floor of the van. I groaned in pain as my chin hit the floor.
"Don't move," I heard the blonde man warn.
A pair of hands grabbed my wrists and fastened a pair of handcuffs around them tightening the cuffs painfully. I winced in pain as the cold metal bit into my skin. I heard the doors of the van slam shut and the van began moving.
I couldn't see where they were taking me but it felt like I had spent hours on the floor of the van. Finally, the van came to a stop and the side door was opened. I felt warm sunlight and a cool breeze brush past my face as I tried to adjust to the sudden light. As soon as my eyes had adjusted to the light, a bag was placed over my head and I was plunged back into darkness. I was forced to walk over to what sounded like a helicopter and I climbed in. I was led to the back of the helicopter and forced to sit down. These Umbrella thugs weren't stupid. They knew how to keep me from finding out where they were taking me so I couldn't escape, no matter how hard I tried.
