Death
Many thoughts had passed through Ian's mind, from his past childhood to now. The first thought he had was when he was nine years old. It was his birthday and his parents gave him a bicycle with reflectors. Ian was so excided about his gift and embraced his mother and father with such love and joy. For the rest of the day, he had ridden on his bike around his neighborhood.
Another dream, it was five years after his ninth birthday, Ian's mother was in the hospital. She was diagnosed with heart failure and had very little time to live. Ian visited her with his father and hugged her. She told him not to worry, "I'll be with you always." She said as she kissed Ian. Ian heard his mother say to his father, "Look after our son. Promise me that you'll look out for him."
"I promise." Ian's father said. Ian and his father waited outside the medical hall for the doctor to come. Ian's father was talking with the doctor while Ian tried to see his mother again. The machines were off and one of the nurses pulled the blanket over her face. Ian knew and cried. For the rest of the night, Ian held onto a picture that had his father and mother playing with him. Every night, he prayed that he would see his mother again.
A month later, Ian's father was going through depression. He quit talking to people and even to Ian. Ian came home from school and only to see that his father had drunk himself to death. Ian was alone. He was sent to live with his grandparents, and they were very kind people and understood his pain.
He's in high school, driving a car, meeting new people, falling in love for the first time, and celebrating holidays with friends and family. He married his high school sweetheart, had children, watched them grow up to young adults, saw his grandchildren for the first time, and retired from accounting. He remembers the people who had used and betrayed him, his car accident, and going to the hospital for it. Ian was given morphine to ease the pain he had in his chest from the accident. For the rest of the night, he had illusions of his mother dieing.
The dream went into darkness. It showed his home, the one he had moved into when he came to Raccoon City. The Emus' were alive, and then dead. Darkness. Ian found himself in an endless hallway with dimmed lights. He heard low growls of a monster, possibly from the X-17. He continued down the long corridors of the hallway, and only to find corpses ripped apart. Pools of blood were splattered up on the walls from the ceiling to the floor.
Ian was horrified to see such a sight. He walked five steps forward when the X-17 showed itself. The bullet holes were it was shot was still present. Blood was seeping through the wounds and was dripping to the floor. X-17 let out a furious roar, and charged at Ian. Ian dodged the creature and fell into darkness. He fell forever.
He stood up and saw that he fell into a cemetery. Ian glimpsed and saw something that caught his eye. A tombstone. It was covered with dirt and wasn't readable. Ian walked over to the tombstone and brushed off the dirt, and this name was carved into the tombstone:
Ian Rangel
Ian cried. When he did, he felt something wet on his shirt. He saw it on his shoulder and knew it was blood. It was the wound where the X-17 had cut him. Ian was feeling weak, he couldn't stand up, he couldn't breathe. He fell to the ground in pain by his tombstone. A fierce roar came from on top of the cemetery pillars, the X-17 had come. Ian saw this and laid his head to the ground. His vision was getting darker and darker. Darkness. Nothing.
Nothing.
The ambulance carried Ian away to the hospital. Chris was talking to the investigators about the scene while the other S.T.A.R.S members were keeping the press back. Jill and Claire where with Ian in the ambulance. Chris told Jill and Claire to stay with Ian until Chris came back for them. Jill was worried and concerned for Ian. He spent nearly all of his life in an asylum for a murder he didn't commit, and now, he was probably going to die. This is no way for a person's life to go, Jill thought.
They had arrived to the hospital. The paramedics rushed Ian to the emergency room, "You two will have to wait out here for awhile," one of them said. Jill and Claire waited outside the room for half an hour until the doctors came, "He's going to be fine. If you didn't give him the injection sooner, Officer Valentine, he would've died. We already treated the wound and all, so he's fine. All he needs now is some rest."
"Thank you, doctor." Jill said. Both Jill and Claire were delighted about Ian's condition. Jill picked up her radio, "Chris, he's okay! Ian's going to make it!
"That's great, Jill! Just stay with him for the mean time. The guys and I will rap up a few things here and we'll be on our way."
"Copy." Jill said and signed off the radio. Chris went up stairs to where they shot and killed the X-17 for photos. He stepped over the police tape and was frightened at what he was seeing. The X-17 was gone.
Many thoughts had passed through Ian's mind, from his past childhood to now. The first thought he had was when he was nine years old. It was his birthday and his parents gave him a bicycle with reflectors. Ian was so excided about his gift and embraced his mother and father with such love and joy. For the rest of the day, he had ridden on his bike around his neighborhood.
Another dream, it was five years after his ninth birthday, Ian's mother was in the hospital. She was diagnosed with heart failure and had very little time to live. Ian visited her with his father and hugged her. She told him not to worry, "I'll be with you always." She said as she kissed Ian. Ian heard his mother say to his father, "Look after our son. Promise me that you'll look out for him."
"I promise." Ian's father said. Ian and his father waited outside the medical hall for the doctor to come. Ian's father was talking with the doctor while Ian tried to see his mother again. The machines were off and one of the nurses pulled the blanket over her face. Ian knew and cried. For the rest of the night, Ian held onto a picture that had his father and mother playing with him. Every night, he prayed that he would see his mother again.
A month later, Ian's father was going through depression. He quit talking to people and even to Ian. Ian came home from school and only to see that his father had drunk himself to death. Ian was alone. He was sent to live with his grandparents, and they were very kind people and understood his pain.
He's in high school, driving a car, meeting new people, falling in love for the first time, and celebrating holidays with friends and family. He married his high school sweetheart, had children, watched them grow up to young adults, saw his grandchildren for the first time, and retired from accounting. He remembers the people who had used and betrayed him, his car accident, and going to the hospital for it. Ian was given morphine to ease the pain he had in his chest from the accident. For the rest of the night, he had illusions of his mother dieing.
The dream went into darkness. It showed his home, the one he had moved into when he came to Raccoon City. The Emus' were alive, and then dead. Darkness. Ian found himself in an endless hallway with dimmed lights. He heard low growls of a monster, possibly from the X-17. He continued down the long corridors of the hallway, and only to find corpses ripped apart. Pools of blood were splattered up on the walls from the ceiling to the floor.
Ian was horrified to see such a sight. He walked five steps forward when the X-17 showed itself. The bullet holes were it was shot was still present. Blood was seeping through the wounds and was dripping to the floor. X-17 let out a furious roar, and charged at Ian. Ian dodged the creature and fell into darkness. He fell forever.
He stood up and saw that he fell into a cemetery. Ian glimpsed and saw something that caught his eye. A tombstone. It was covered with dirt and wasn't readable. Ian walked over to the tombstone and brushed off the dirt, and this name was carved into the tombstone:
Ian Rangel
Ian cried. When he did, he felt something wet on his shirt. He saw it on his shoulder and knew it was blood. It was the wound where the X-17 had cut him. Ian was feeling weak, he couldn't stand up, he couldn't breathe. He fell to the ground in pain by his tombstone. A fierce roar came from on top of the cemetery pillars, the X-17 had come. Ian saw this and laid his head to the ground. His vision was getting darker and darker. Darkness. Nothing.
Nothing.
The ambulance carried Ian away to the hospital. Chris was talking to the investigators about the scene while the other S.T.A.R.S members were keeping the press back. Jill and Claire where with Ian in the ambulance. Chris told Jill and Claire to stay with Ian until Chris came back for them. Jill was worried and concerned for Ian. He spent nearly all of his life in an asylum for a murder he didn't commit, and now, he was probably going to die. This is no way for a person's life to go, Jill thought.
They had arrived to the hospital. The paramedics rushed Ian to the emergency room, "You two will have to wait out here for awhile," one of them said. Jill and Claire waited outside the room for half an hour until the doctors came, "He's going to be fine. If you didn't give him the injection sooner, Officer Valentine, he would've died. We already treated the wound and all, so he's fine. All he needs now is some rest."
"Thank you, doctor." Jill said. Both Jill and Claire were delighted about Ian's condition. Jill picked up her radio, "Chris, he's okay! Ian's going to make it!
"That's great, Jill! Just stay with him for the mean time. The guys and I will rap up a few things here and we'll be on our way."
"Copy." Jill said and signed off the radio. Chris went up stairs to where they shot and killed the X-17 for photos. He stepped over the police tape and was frightened at what he was seeing. The X-17 was gone.