RW16
Wesker couldn'n't believe the pretty boy could keep his pace. When the boy had been sleeping you could see he was just a boy. It was hard to think some one had sent a boy out to do this kind of work. He was pretty and he would keep Bee busy and out of ones hair if that had been their plan. His clothes where not for this kind of mission, he looked like some kind of rock star. Wesker stood six feet and this boy was just shy of that. He was lean but had muscles, not a push over in a fight you could see that. He could see black to hide in the shadows but why so high cut a shirt and low cut to the pants, and what was with the gloves. Yohji was just a pretty boy and hard to believe he was here fighting monsters. There was rusel in the trees and out jumped some zombeis. Wesker gave up his thoughts on Yohji and turned to shoting zombeis. Wesker shot the last one in the head that had been coming at him, then the thought came pretty boy didn't have a weapon. He turned sure that he would have to put the boy down when he saw headless zombies on the ground and one swinging from a wire in a tree. It swung alittle more and then the weight of the body popped the head off and it all fell to the ground below. "Sooo, pretty boy, you do have a weapon." Wesker smiled at him.
"Yes, but not as good as your gun" Yohji replied. Wesker just turned and started up the path again and Yohji fell into pace behind. "Hey, Wesker whats with this pretty boy stuff, I"ve got a name."
"Yes you do, but pretty boy fits you better." Wesker turned and smiled even bigger. "And so that is what I think I'll call you." Yohj justed sigh he knew that he wasn't going to change Weskers mind so he might as well get over it.
"Wesker, do you think we could get me a gun?"
"I'll see what I can do about that, pretty boy." With that Wesker laughed.
"Yah, yeah, real funny." and they keep up the trail.
Aya was glad to just be moving again. The waiting for the rain to stop had sent him into a dark place, but now there had been plenty of monsters to kill. The weapons Omi had snaged where nice but to just hack the things to pieces was better for relieving the tension. they had been down in the tunnels for about two hours and hadn't found away up and out yet. Omi was alittle stressed to say the lest. Aya was the monster, it seemed, more than the ceatures he was slaughtering, and Omi was frightened. He knew they really need to find Yohji. He had seen Aya, in blood lust, a real berserker, Yohji had smiled and patted Omi on the head and said not to worry he would calm him down. Yohji had then pushed little Omi out of the room and about an hour later they both came out. Aya was himself again glareing and silent, and Yohji looked treied, but things where back to normal. Now with Yohji gone the rage just keep going. It was probability a good thing Ken was not with them. Ken sometimes pushed all thewrong buttons on Aya, and the way he was now even Omi didn't think he could hold him back if Ken started something now. Omi was the first to notice the stange glowing green light radiating from just up ahead of them. "Aya maybe we should take this slow?" Omi whispered. Surprized Aya agreed and they slowly approached the errie room.
"Hey, Wesker why are we stopping here?" Yohji asked, looking at the old shack in front of him. It smelled of mold and wet dirt, the care taker from hell must keep his gardening tools in here. Wesker just made a shhh sign with his left index finger and stepped up quietly to the door. His as nuts as Aya. Why do guys with masochistic tendency find him and want to drag him down into chambers of horrors. "Look here, I'm not going into any more death traps. The last one I all most got raped by some bee mutated woman. So come clean and tell me why we want to go in there or we part ways." Yohji stoped five feet from the door, put his hands on his hips and waited. What alittle shit, he acts like his ten, well hold your breathe and turn blue, because I will leave you here pretty boy. Wesker stared at him for a few monments then turned and opened the shed door.
"Pretty boy I will leave you here. NOW get that tight little ass over here and get in here!" he ordred. Yohji stood his ground and shook his honey blonde hair and held his ground. This wasn't Aya he didn't trust him and he was not going blindly into the tool shed of death for no reason. Wesker paused and looked back and went in. Well Yohji maight as well head for the pier and hope that Ken and Omi made it alive. Then.......................HIs thought where rudely interrupted when Wesker came back out grab him by the arm and dragged him in side the shed. Yohji pulled back and tried to take a swing at the prevert but Wesker pulled him closer. He then hit Yohji hard in the diaphragm making Yohji fall forward to the ground. Wesker then bent down and picked him up and put him over his shoulder, and carried him into the shed.
Wesker couldn'n't believe the pretty boy could keep his pace. When the boy had been sleeping you could see he was just a boy. It was hard to think some one had sent a boy out to do this kind of work. He was pretty and he would keep Bee busy and out of ones hair if that had been their plan. His clothes where not for this kind of mission, he looked like some kind of rock star. Wesker stood six feet and this boy was just shy of that. He was lean but had muscles, not a push over in a fight you could see that. He could see black to hide in the shadows but why so high cut a shirt and low cut to the pants, and what was with the gloves. Yohji was just a pretty boy and hard to believe he was here fighting monsters. There was rusel in the trees and out jumped some zombeis. Wesker gave up his thoughts on Yohji and turned to shoting zombeis. Wesker shot the last one in the head that had been coming at him, then the thought came pretty boy didn't have a weapon. He turned sure that he would have to put the boy down when he saw headless zombies on the ground and one swinging from a wire in a tree. It swung alittle more and then the weight of the body popped the head off and it all fell to the ground below. "Sooo, pretty boy, you do have a weapon." Wesker smiled at him.
"Yes, but not as good as your gun" Yohji replied. Wesker just turned and started up the path again and Yohji fell into pace behind. "Hey, Wesker whats with this pretty boy stuff, I"ve got a name."
"Yes you do, but pretty boy fits you better." Wesker turned and smiled even bigger. "And so that is what I think I'll call you." Yohj justed sigh he knew that he wasn't going to change Weskers mind so he might as well get over it.
"Wesker, do you think we could get me a gun?"
"I'll see what I can do about that, pretty boy." With that Wesker laughed.
"Yah, yeah, real funny." and they keep up the trail.
Aya was glad to just be moving again. The waiting for the rain to stop had sent him into a dark place, but now there had been plenty of monsters to kill. The weapons Omi had snaged where nice but to just hack the things to pieces was better for relieving the tension. they had been down in the tunnels for about two hours and hadn't found away up and out yet. Omi was alittle stressed to say the lest. Aya was the monster, it seemed, more than the ceatures he was slaughtering, and Omi was frightened. He knew they really need to find Yohji. He had seen Aya, in blood lust, a real berserker, Yohji had smiled and patted Omi on the head and said not to worry he would calm him down. Yohji had then pushed little Omi out of the room and about an hour later they both came out. Aya was himself again glareing and silent, and Yohji looked treied, but things where back to normal. Now with Yohji gone the rage just keep going. It was probability a good thing Ken was not with them. Ken sometimes pushed all thewrong buttons on Aya, and the way he was now even Omi didn't think he could hold him back if Ken started something now. Omi was the first to notice the stange glowing green light radiating from just up ahead of them. "Aya maybe we should take this slow?" Omi whispered. Surprized Aya agreed and they slowly approached the errie room.
"Hey, Wesker why are we stopping here?" Yohji asked, looking at the old shack in front of him. It smelled of mold and wet dirt, the care taker from hell must keep his gardening tools in here. Wesker just made a shhh sign with his left index finger and stepped up quietly to the door. His as nuts as Aya. Why do guys with masochistic tendency find him and want to drag him down into chambers of horrors. "Look here, I'm not going into any more death traps. The last one I all most got raped by some bee mutated woman. So come clean and tell me why we want to go in there or we part ways." Yohji stoped five feet from the door, put his hands on his hips and waited. What alittle shit, he acts like his ten, well hold your breathe and turn blue, because I will leave you here pretty boy. Wesker stared at him for a few monments then turned and opened the shed door.
"Pretty boy I will leave you here. NOW get that tight little ass over here and get in here!" he ordred. Yohji stood his ground and shook his honey blonde hair and held his ground. This wasn't Aya he didn't trust him and he was not going blindly into the tool shed of death for no reason. Wesker paused and looked back and went in. Well Yohji maight as well head for the pier and hope that Ken and Omi made it alive. Then.......................HIs thought where rudely interrupted when Wesker came back out grab him by the arm and dragged him in side the shed. Yohji pulled back and tried to take a swing at the prevert but Wesker pulled him closer. He then hit Yohji hard in the diaphragm making Yohji fall forward to the ground. Wesker then bent down and picked him up and put him over his shoulder, and carried him into the shed.