Resident Evil: End Game
Chapter 4
Shiva was trying so hard to stay away from her 'family'...
She was running down the hall, her feet digging into the plush blue carpet...the carpet that had been stained with blood so many times before...and she didn't want to stop. She kept running...past the bathroom, past her brother's room, past her father's, and towards her own wooden door... Behind her, she could hear her father's, Frank's, footsteps gaining on her's, and, behind him, she heard her brother, Carl, shout out in anguish...for Shiva had been able to nail him in the eye with her fist before she got away from him.
When she had come home that night, the two family members were fast asleep, and Shiva decided that she should get as much sleep as she could, for she had a feeling that there would be hell to pay tomorrow...and she was right. When she awoke, she was peering into a pair of blazing black eyes and a angry face with greasy black hair plastered to it. The face of her father had glowered early that morning, and, before she was able to get out of bed, he grabbed her and picked her up, throwing her roughly to the ground. The morning skirmish began, and, about a half hour later, her red-headed brother joined in, his bright yellow eyes blazing as he smacked her each time.
She now had two large bruises on her face...one surrounding her eye, while the other was on her cheek. She had a suspicion that her bottom jaw was broken, for it hurt like hell...and two of her teeth were chipped...but she was still able to move it. Maybe she would go to a doctor afterwards...maybe, if she got the chance to. There was a deep cut on her elbow, and blood soaked her torn and tattered nightgown, making the white clothing eerie and making it seem that she had just been chased by the psychopathic killer known as Micheal Myers.
Her thoughts drifted to the current situation...actually, her thoughts never left the matter at hand. She stared at the door in front of her, the one that had been dented and scratched so many times that it seemed impossible for the thing to hold up against any pressure, and she dove for it. Behind her, the father leapt, and she could feel the wind as his hands grazed her feet before she landed in her room and slammed the door shut on his arm with her left foot.
The man on the other side of the door erupted into a furious array of shouting and screaming as he pulled his arm out of the crack of the door, yowling in pain, while she heard her brother search through the droors in the kitchen for a screwdriver to take the door off of the hinges. She wouldn't last long, she knew that, and Shiva wondered where Rowan, Sherry, and the others were...
Shiva looked around her room for a moment, taking in everything with one glance. There was a single wooden dresser on the left side of the room, and the closet to her right was ransacked and broken from her family's last episode. She would have to fix it later... The wallpaper was a creamy yellow, with little bits of red splotching the walls, as well as the rug...blood, her own. While she was able to get most off of the walls, the rest stained the carpet, leaving them as permanent imprints. Right above her small, messy bed, above the heap of blanket the Shiva had never been given the chance to fold, was a mirror, the same mirror she had used to escape her family numerous times. She was actually surprised the two hadn't covered it or blocked it...maybe this was their idea of a game, let her escape and beat her even worse when she got back.
Behind the door, her father continued to pound at the door, while she heard her brother begin to work on unscrewing the hinges. They would get in soon...and now all she could do was hope that, by some stroke of luck, their plan to beat her into oblivion failed.
BEEP BEEP!
"The hell?" Shiva managed to whisper, and hurried to the window. She stared out, paused, then grinned like an idiot.
Outside, parked along the side of Shiva's house, was a blue Mercedes Benz, littered with specks of dirt and mud, showing that it had been used repeatedly. Inside, she could see the faces of her two friends, Rowan and Sherry, and they were motioning her to hurry up and get out of the house.
A squeal of joy erupted from her mouth, and Shiva began to shove the window open, taking a deep breath as fresh air blew across her face. A grin appeared on her face, and she began to climb through the window. She was halfway through when the door behind her shot open, and two figures hurried out.
*No...nonoNO! SHIIIT!!*
A look of shock crossed her face as she felt two powerful hands grab onto her ankles, pulling her back into the room, while Shiva continued to grip onto the edge of the window. She gave a blood-curling scream, loud enough for the people nextdoor to peer out of their windows in confusion...and then shock when they saw what was happening to the young girl. In the car, Rowan scowled angrily, and she and Sherry quickly pushed their doors open. They barely let the ground touch their feet when they took off running towards the window, just when Shiva was about to slip.
Rowan and Sherry quickly reached out and grabbed onto Shiva's loosened arms, preventing her from being pulled back into the room, but not preventing her father's pull. Although he recoiled slightly from the pull of the two girls, he looked at his son, and the boy nodded before gripping his sister's right leg, while her father went to her left leg and pulled.
"Let go of her, you bastard!" Rowan was screaming as she yanked on Shiva's arm harder.
"No, you bitch!" the father screamed out in reply. "This is *my* daughter! She lives in *my* house! You've got no right-"
"We have every right, you piece of shit!" Sherry shouted. "Look at what you did to her! Let her *GO*!"
"Up your's, jackasses!" the son hissed, pulling harder at Shiva's leg.
For a fleeting moment, Shiva thought she was going to be ripped in half, and closed her eyes as she felt Rowan let go off her hand, making her feel like she was being pulled back into her room...
CRACK!
Thud!
"You *BITCH*!"
The pull on Shiva's left leg was gone, and suddenly, she went flying forward. She heard another thud as she hit the ground, her body painfully hitting a slab of dirt and grass, but the pain was short-lived, for she felt two pairs of supprting arms grasb her hands and pull her up, then hurry her to the car. When she opened her eyes, she was on the ground outside her window, and she looked back for a moment to Carl starting to rush for the outside door, and Frank beginning to stand with a bloodied mouth...Rowan had obviously punched him. He rubbed the wound, then snarled, curling his lips back and bearing his yellow teeth before following his son.
"Shit...," Shiva whispered weakly, her eyes blazing slightly before looking over to Rowan, then to Sherry. "Row...Sherry...hurry, they're coming..."
"C'mon, Shiva," Sherry whispered hastily, pulling her quicker towards the car and pulling open the back door, letting the younger girl climb in before slamming it behind her. By the time the door was closed, the father and son were halfway towards the car, and Rowan was already in the driver's seat, waiting for Sherry to get in. The blonde-haired girl nodded and rushed to the other side of the car, pulling it open and jumping in, sitting haphazardly as she slammed it. Rowan nodded to her, then grinned madly, turning to her window and smirking at the approaching members of Shiva's 'family' before she turned the key in the ignition. The engine thrummed, and the car shook slightly as it started up. While Frank's fingers grasped for the door handle, the car sped off quickly, leaving the two behind, staring after them, then shouting and chasing them...but neither could get to them, for, by the time they had begun to run after it, the car was well out of view.
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Jill peered out of the window in the airplane with wide, brown eyes. They gleamed with anxiety, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. This was the day they would meet Brad and Rowan for the first time in five years...five long years. She dimly wondered how they looked now, if they had changed that much, and if they were allright... they had been when Chris called. Still, things could change in a matter of hours...she learned that the hard way five years ago. She sighed and brushed a clump of brown hair behind her shoulder, staring up at the roof of the plane. She still had the same haircut as the one she had in Raccoon City...but she was wearing different clothes. She was wearing a green tube-top, and a pair of denim jeans. She wore a simple pair of black boots, ones that went to her ankles.
Beside her, Chris Redfield was fast asleep. She looked over to him and smiled softly, brushing his buzzcut brown hair with her hands and then brushing his cheek. He was wearing a green tee-shirt with a black vest over it, and wore black jeans. He stirred for a moment, then opened his two black eyes and stared at Jill for a moment, grinning sheepishly. He leaned forward and pecked her cheek lightly before leaning on her shoulder, closing his eyes again. After five years, the two had grown close...very close. They became boyfriend and girlfriend, no matter how bad the situations with Umbrella were.
Across from the side of the plan they sat in was Barry Burton, who was staring sadly out of the window. He still looked the same...same red beard, same red hair, same blue eyes. He was dressed in one of his favored wardrobes...a white tee-shirt covered with a blood red vest...except it didn't have the S.T.A.R.S. emblem on it...that would cause suspicion. Everybody knew that Barry missed his family...and they also knew that they could very well be in danger. Perhaps he would see them again, if things went as planned.
Beside him was a young woman with short blonde hair that went to her shoulders and curled. Her eyes, a bright, crystalline blue, glanced around the plane anxiously, and she was dressed in a black attire...black shirt, black jeans. The group had met this girl on one of their trips into an Umbrella facility, and soon learned that she was one of the survivors of Raccoon City, as well as a former Umbrella employee. They also learned that she had rebelled against Umbrella and planned to unleash the secret of the T-Virus to the world, but the plans failed drastically...she had lost her friends in a facility, as well as a man named Matt...who had been transformed into the S.T.A.R.S. hunting monster that was unleashed in Raccoon City. The girl's name was Alice Maxwells...
Behind her was a pair of humans, who were entagled in eachother's arms. Leon Kennedy and Claire Redfield. The woman had long, brown hair that was tied back in a ponytail, and wore a pair of black shorts, as well as a fiery red tee-shirt. Her arms were wrapped around Leon's mid-section, and her eyes were closed, her head buried in his chest. The boy had short brown hair that went just above his ears, and wore a pair of denim jeans, as well as a white tee-shirt. He had his arms wrapped around her, as well, and his head was leaning against the plush gray chair of the airplane. A snore erupted from his mouth, and Jill heard Claire giggle a little before falling back to sleep.
Beside them sat Carlos Oliveira, a survivor of Raccoon and an ex-U.B.C.S. member. He had brown hair similar to Leon's, and had brown eyes, as well. He wore a pair of camo pants, as well as a black tee-shirt. A grin was set upon his childish face, which hadn't changed for five years, and he looked over to Alice adoringly, and watched as she glanced back at him and turned crimson before looking away. Jill giggled silently to herself, knowing that Carlos had a major crush on the newcomer...and, although Alice always turned away from him, she knew she did, as well. There was also joy on his face, and she knew that he was anxious to see Brad and Rowan, as well.
Beside her was Rebecca Chambers, the ex-S.T.A.R.S. member, and, by far, the youngest in the group. She was well experienced in the medical department, and knew plenty of Umbrella, as well as some things that she kept secret, some things she never told anyone about...like what happened just before the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team went to investigate what happened with her team, the Bravos... She never told anyone about Billy Coen. The girl looked up, absently stroking her short brown hair, and closed her eyes, her mind drifting.
In just another hour, they would land in Kansas...and meet Brad, Rowan, and Rachel...or so they thought.
Chapter 4
Shiva was trying so hard to stay away from her 'family'...
She was running down the hall, her feet digging into the plush blue carpet...the carpet that had been stained with blood so many times before...and she didn't want to stop. She kept running...past the bathroom, past her brother's room, past her father's, and towards her own wooden door... Behind her, she could hear her father's, Frank's, footsteps gaining on her's, and, behind him, she heard her brother, Carl, shout out in anguish...for Shiva had been able to nail him in the eye with her fist before she got away from him.
When she had come home that night, the two family members were fast asleep, and Shiva decided that she should get as much sleep as she could, for she had a feeling that there would be hell to pay tomorrow...and she was right. When she awoke, she was peering into a pair of blazing black eyes and a angry face with greasy black hair plastered to it. The face of her father had glowered early that morning, and, before she was able to get out of bed, he grabbed her and picked her up, throwing her roughly to the ground. The morning skirmish began, and, about a half hour later, her red-headed brother joined in, his bright yellow eyes blazing as he smacked her each time.
She now had two large bruises on her face...one surrounding her eye, while the other was on her cheek. She had a suspicion that her bottom jaw was broken, for it hurt like hell...and two of her teeth were chipped...but she was still able to move it. Maybe she would go to a doctor afterwards...maybe, if she got the chance to. There was a deep cut on her elbow, and blood soaked her torn and tattered nightgown, making the white clothing eerie and making it seem that she had just been chased by the psychopathic killer known as Micheal Myers.
Her thoughts drifted to the current situation...actually, her thoughts never left the matter at hand. She stared at the door in front of her, the one that had been dented and scratched so many times that it seemed impossible for the thing to hold up against any pressure, and she dove for it. Behind her, the father leapt, and she could feel the wind as his hands grazed her feet before she landed in her room and slammed the door shut on his arm with her left foot.
The man on the other side of the door erupted into a furious array of shouting and screaming as he pulled his arm out of the crack of the door, yowling in pain, while she heard her brother search through the droors in the kitchen for a screwdriver to take the door off of the hinges. She wouldn't last long, she knew that, and Shiva wondered where Rowan, Sherry, and the others were...
Shiva looked around her room for a moment, taking in everything with one glance. There was a single wooden dresser on the left side of the room, and the closet to her right was ransacked and broken from her family's last episode. She would have to fix it later... The wallpaper was a creamy yellow, with little bits of red splotching the walls, as well as the rug...blood, her own. While she was able to get most off of the walls, the rest stained the carpet, leaving them as permanent imprints. Right above her small, messy bed, above the heap of blanket the Shiva had never been given the chance to fold, was a mirror, the same mirror she had used to escape her family numerous times. She was actually surprised the two hadn't covered it or blocked it...maybe this was their idea of a game, let her escape and beat her even worse when she got back.
Behind the door, her father continued to pound at the door, while she heard her brother begin to work on unscrewing the hinges. They would get in soon...and now all she could do was hope that, by some stroke of luck, their plan to beat her into oblivion failed.
BEEP BEEP!
"The hell?" Shiva managed to whisper, and hurried to the window. She stared out, paused, then grinned like an idiot.
Outside, parked along the side of Shiva's house, was a blue Mercedes Benz, littered with specks of dirt and mud, showing that it had been used repeatedly. Inside, she could see the faces of her two friends, Rowan and Sherry, and they were motioning her to hurry up and get out of the house.
A squeal of joy erupted from her mouth, and Shiva began to shove the window open, taking a deep breath as fresh air blew across her face. A grin appeared on her face, and she began to climb through the window. She was halfway through when the door behind her shot open, and two figures hurried out.
*No...nonoNO! SHIIIT!!*
A look of shock crossed her face as she felt two powerful hands grab onto her ankles, pulling her back into the room, while Shiva continued to grip onto the edge of the window. She gave a blood-curling scream, loud enough for the people nextdoor to peer out of their windows in confusion...and then shock when they saw what was happening to the young girl. In the car, Rowan scowled angrily, and she and Sherry quickly pushed their doors open. They barely let the ground touch their feet when they took off running towards the window, just when Shiva was about to slip.
Rowan and Sherry quickly reached out and grabbed onto Shiva's loosened arms, preventing her from being pulled back into the room, but not preventing her father's pull. Although he recoiled slightly from the pull of the two girls, he looked at his son, and the boy nodded before gripping his sister's right leg, while her father went to her left leg and pulled.
"Let go of her, you bastard!" Rowan was screaming as she yanked on Shiva's arm harder.
"No, you bitch!" the father screamed out in reply. "This is *my* daughter! She lives in *my* house! You've got no right-"
"We have every right, you piece of shit!" Sherry shouted. "Look at what you did to her! Let her *GO*!"
"Up your's, jackasses!" the son hissed, pulling harder at Shiva's leg.
For a fleeting moment, Shiva thought she was going to be ripped in half, and closed her eyes as she felt Rowan let go off her hand, making her feel like she was being pulled back into her room...
CRACK!
Thud!
"You *BITCH*!"
The pull on Shiva's left leg was gone, and suddenly, she went flying forward. She heard another thud as she hit the ground, her body painfully hitting a slab of dirt and grass, but the pain was short-lived, for she felt two pairs of supprting arms grasb her hands and pull her up, then hurry her to the car. When she opened her eyes, she was on the ground outside her window, and she looked back for a moment to Carl starting to rush for the outside door, and Frank beginning to stand with a bloodied mouth...Rowan had obviously punched him. He rubbed the wound, then snarled, curling his lips back and bearing his yellow teeth before following his son.
"Shit...," Shiva whispered weakly, her eyes blazing slightly before looking over to Rowan, then to Sherry. "Row...Sherry...hurry, they're coming..."
"C'mon, Shiva," Sherry whispered hastily, pulling her quicker towards the car and pulling open the back door, letting the younger girl climb in before slamming it behind her. By the time the door was closed, the father and son were halfway towards the car, and Rowan was already in the driver's seat, waiting for Sherry to get in. The blonde-haired girl nodded and rushed to the other side of the car, pulling it open and jumping in, sitting haphazardly as she slammed it. Rowan nodded to her, then grinned madly, turning to her window and smirking at the approaching members of Shiva's 'family' before she turned the key in the ignition. The engine thrummed, and the car shook slightly as it started up. While Frank's fingers grasped for the door handle, the car sped off quickly, leaving the two behind, staring after them, then shouting and chasing them...but neither could get to them, for, by the time they had begun to run after it, the car was well out of view.
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Jill peered out of the window in the airplane with wide, brown eyes. They gleamed with anxiety, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. This was the day they would meet Brad and Rowan for the first time in five years...five long years. She dimly wondered how they looked now, if they had changed that much, and if they were allright... they had been when Chris called. Still, things could change in a matter of hours...she learned that the hard way five years ago. She sighed and brushed a clump of brown hair behind her shoulder, staring up at the roof of the plane. She still had the same haircut as the one she had in Raccoon City...but she was wearing different clothes. She was wearing a green tube-top, and a pair of denim jeans. She wore a simple pair of black boots, ones that went to her ankles.
Beside her, Chris Redfield was fast asleep. She looked over to him and smiled softly, brushing his buzzcut brown hair with her hands and then brushing his cheek. He was wearing a green tee-shirt with a black vest over it, and wore black jeans. He stirred for a moment, then opened his two black eyes and stared at Jill for a moment, grinning sheepishly. He leaned forward and pecked her cheek lightly before leaning on her shoulder, closing his eyes again. After five years, the two had grown close...very close. They became boyfriend and girlfriend, no matter how bad the situations with Umbrella were.
Across from the side of the plan they sat in was Barry Burton, who was staring sadly out of the window. He still looked the same...same red beard, same red hair, same blue eyes. He was dressed in one of his favored wardrobes...a white tee-shirt covered with a blood red vest...except it didn't have the S.T.A.R.S. emblem on it...that would cause suspicion. Everybody knew that Barry missed his family...and they also knew that they could very well be in danger. Perhaps he would see them again, if things went as planned.
Beside him was a young woman with short blonde hair that went to her shoulders and curled. Her eyes, a bright, crystalline blue, glanced around the plane anxiously, and she was dressed in a black attire...black shirt, black jeans. The group had met this girl on one of their trips into an Umbrella facility, and soon learned that she was one of the survivors of Raccoon City, as well as a former Umbrella employee. They also learned that she had rebelled against Umbrella and planned to unleash the secret of the T-Virus to the world, but the plans failed drastically...she had lost her friends in a facility, as well as a man named Matt...who had been transformed into the S.T.A.R.S. hunting monster that was unleashed in Raccoon City. The girl's name was Alice Maxwells...
Behind her was a pair of humans, who were entagled in eachother's arms. Leon Kennedy and Claire Redfield. The woman had long, brown hair that was tied back in a ponytail, and wore a pair of black shorts, as well as a fiery red tee-shirt. Her arms were wrapped around Leon's mid-section, and her eyes were closed, her head buried in his chest. The boy had short brown hair that went just above his ears, and wore a pair of denim jeans, as well as a white tee-shirt. He had his arms wrapped around her, as well, and his head was leaning against the plush gray chair of the airplane. A snore erupted from his mouth, and Jill heard Claire giggle a little before falling back to sleep.
Beside them sat Carlos Oliveira, a survivor of Raccoon and an ex-U.B.C.S. member. He had brown hair similar to Leon's, and had brown eyes, as well. He wore a pair of camo pants, as well as a black tee-shirt. A grin was set upon his childish face, which hadn't changed for five years, and he looked over to Alice adoringly, and watched as she glanced back at him and turned crimson before looking away. Jill giggled silently to herself, knowing that Carlos had a major crush on the newcomer...and, although Alice always turned away from him, she knew she did, as well. There was also joy on his face, and she knew that he was anxious to see Brad and Rowan, as well.
Beside her was Rebecca Chambers, the ex-S.T.A.R.S. member, and, by far, the youngest in the group. She was well experienced in the medical department, and knew plenty of Umbrella, as well as some things that she kept secret, some things she never told anyone about...like what happened just before the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team went to investigate what happened with her team, the Bravos... She never told anyone about Billy Coen. The girl looked up, absently stroking her short brown hair, and closed her eyes, her mind drifting.
In just another hour, they would land in Kansas...and meet Brad, Rowan, and Rachel...or so they thought.