A BRIEF QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS PERIOD WITH RAMENKITTY:
Question: Why Did RamenKitty Delete Chapter Three?
Answer: I wrote it in a caffeine-induced coma after getting back from a five-hour shift. It was crap. (Well…the ghost stuff was cool) that's what comes from me reading SH fanfic and writing at the same time. Yes I did ask some people what they thought (Since FF.Net doesn't seem to be giving me my reviews… o_0) but this was mostly my feeling. It felt wrong.
What does this mean? : This means that there will be a new chapter three. Ghosts do play a small part much smaller then I made it out to seem. There IS still a ghost in the old hospital, why do you think Umbrella was so hot to tear it down? And yes, it will still be fuckin' wif people's minds. Enjoy. ^_^
Anyway, getting back on track. If I offended anybody with the last chapter I apologize (It felt wrong) or if anybody liked it. I hope you enjoy the new chapter just as much! ^_^
You Crazy Foo! That means we have to read the whole chapter again! : Yes. Poor you. I'm sorry; you wouldn't be on FF.Net if you didn't like to read. XP
What's this about another contest? : What? What have you been smoking? * Lol * Yes, there is going to be another contest- see the end of chapter four for details!
What assurances do we have that you won't make the same mistake again that you made in chapter three? : Absolutely-none. I like to write, whenever the inspiration strikes me. Obviously, I need to look into doing some silent Hill.
Why'd you take so bloody long updating it? : I'm sorry! ^^; My life has been hectic in preparation for school-of course I know my priorities…namely. WRITING!
Birkin: She means school folks.
Author: No, twas being serious.
Birkin: School.
Author: WRITING!
Birkin: SCHOOL!
Author: Writing! XP if I didn' write you'd be outta a job! So keep yo mouth shut!
Birkin: * whimpers * I'll be good…
Author-yes, lengthy-but that's why I haven't updated. I try to maintain a sembelance of life wherever possible. ^_^
Can you shut up and write now? I'm wasting valuable time! : Oh fine, on with the
Show…
Note: JD-you are a white guy! Just wif black hair and green eyes XP (At least in this) would you really like me ta change?
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Watching
me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
fearing you loving you
I won't let you pull me down
-Evanescence "Haunted"
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Document Excerpt: Our Lady of Grace institution.
Letter to: Hospital Chief
From: Government contractor
RE: RC Development.
1951
Due to the recent developments of Raccoon City we must ask that you cease all experimentation and treatment that has been going on at your hospital. Should you fail to comply your funding will be revoked as a state mental institution.
Be advised that Austrian Nobleman Oswell Spencer is purchasing much of the area that occupies your acreage. As government employees you will be required to acquiesce much of your land. Thank you for your time.
-Chad Kaplan.
Assistant to the Secretary of the Interior.
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Hospital Café-
5:30
JD stared intently at the cold muffin they'd sent in front of him, and wished that he had some way to access a computer.
This. Is. Boring.
Computers were the wave of the future; they represented a means of communication undreamed of by mankind. Also escapism…but you had to take the good with the bad.
"For Example." He said aloud, "Taking the waiting-with the fact that if I piss off the boss I'll get fired."
Yes, William Birkin had given him an express command, to see to his wife's needs. Should this include leaping into a cage full of white mice being encircled by infected tigers, Dr. Birkin would probably hunt him down afterwards and ask why his arch wasn't absolutely perfect.
Goddamn…
"Umbrella is responsible for everything that's wrong in my life." He shoved the muffin off the table and lay his head down mournfully, "Everything."
Two Doctors, both just out of surgery, stared at him before continuing on to their lunches.
He sighed.
"Don't let it get you too down."
JD started, "Gah! What?"
Daniela sat next to him and smiled, a steaming hot tray held in her hands, "Down-you. You seem depressed, what's wrong?" She nervously brushed her hair out of her eyes and began to devour her food with wolfish fervor. JD watched her for a few minutes before sighing and dropping his head on the table once again.
Poor guy…
"Can I help you?" JD's eyes narrowed, "I'm in the middle of something."
"In the middle of a fit? Yelling about how Umbrella ruined your life? Don't let me interrupt." Ass. Daniela stood and walked toward the door, carrying her lunch, "Who the fuck does he think he is?" she snorted, "Supreme being?"
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Raccoon City Police HQ.
The bright sunlight streaming through the broken blinds hanging clumsily to one side. Barry Burton was whispering donuts under his breath, and trying to restrain himself from leaping upon his boss and beating the idiot to death.
"Anyway." Chief Irons said, oozing malevolence, "Witnesses report that the suspect-after shooting the woman-fled the scene and was last witnessed hiding in the hospital basement."
"That means an immediate investigation of the hospital can be begun." Barry said, " The police can-"
"Not get near that damn hospital." Irons sighed, "Burton, let me explain something. That is-or was-a governmentally funded hospital." He shook his head; "That Doctor Katie specifically told me that if we get within one inch of her workplace and profess that we're beginning an offical investigation she'd have the FBI down here so fast…"
Barry's eyes narrowed, "Why would that matter?"
Iron's face darkened and Barry backed away instinctively. He shook off the sudden flight response and nodded to the chief respectively.
"Well I'll stay away then…" When you aren't around. This bore investigation, such things could not-would not occur in his town, on his watch.
"See that you do then." Irons said, "Don't worry, and there are people looking into the matter."
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Raccoon City Hospital-
Basement.
"It smells!"
The dark, musty odor of a basement permeated the two technician's nostrils. Faint shafts of light from under the doorway provided only slight illumination-augmented by the gas-lamp that Sharon Kowalski, held in her hand.
"Grow up." She rolled her eyes, "Now come on! We have to find those damn books before Kevin has our Asses."
"Okay." The second tech shivered, "Sharon…its scary down here." She wrapped her arms around herself tightly. Sharon sighed and continued into the darkness.
It was scary-but not in a creepy way. A feeling of immense…helplessness hung in the air-like a blanket.
"Here it is!" Sharon smiled triumphantly. The file cabinet was covered in millennia of dust, but it still stood like a silent sentinel. She stepped a few inches closer and pulled at the cabinet.
"Its stuck!" Goddamn… her voice sounded unusually high to her ears, "Give me a hand!"
Silence.
"Hey?"
She let go of the file cabinet. The air was oppressive now, clinging to her, all around her…
Hello…Hello…"Who-Who-who-"
I...I…I…Sharon dropped her hands to her sides and glanced quickly to the left. Shapes loomed out of the darkness-identified as hospital equipment.
What the… she had the most distinct feeling that she was being watched.
She turned left, more distinguishable shapes. These were far more familiar. The shape of a hospital bed, the shape of a shelf-the shape of her partner's body-
"OH MY GOD!"
She screamed and whirled about and then there was nothing.
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Annette Birkin's Room
Pregnancy. Annette giggled, I'm pregnant.
She remembered her own mother as a woman who was never there-a mysterious creature who would often appear on her grandmother Cassandra's doorstep demanding money and never peering behind her at the small thing she'd foisted on the world.
THUMP.
What the fuck?
THUMP! THUMP THUMP THUMP!
Annette looked upward.
The loud thumping noises (It sounded like someone was dropping bodies) were louder then ever now. Annette pulled herself up halfway from her pile of pillows and gently raised her hand to the low ceiling.
"Hey!" She yelled, "Keep it down huh?"
THUMP! THUMP! BUMP, DRAG SCRAPE!
"HEY ASSHOLE!" she through all her weight against the ceiling, "KEEP IT THE FUCK DOWN HUH?"
The noises grew louder.
"HEY! HEY I ASKED YOU KEEP IT DOWN! FREAK! CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?"
"I can hear you fine."
Annette froze.
Katie stood in the doorway, arms akimbo, with a confused expression on her face. A young woman (One of her patients) had managed to knock several soft indentations into her ceiling. The woman sat back down and stared at the doctor with a mixed expression of horror and angst.
Well it didn't take her long to go crazy.
Of course, she'd heard that was a pre-requisite for Umbrella employees, so perhaps this was normal behavior.
"Are you…Alright?"
I'm hearing mysterious sounds in the room above me and you ask me if I'm all right? No, but I must save face.
" Of course." Annette adopted William's familiar superior tone, "Spider."
"Spider."
Annette frowned, "Yes."
"On my wall."
"Again yes." Annette said annoyed, "Must I explain to you how these creatures work?"
"No," Katie raised her eyebrows, "I'm just-never mind." She smiled cheerfully to ease the insane woman back into normalcy, "Your husband left you a present!"
Ee-gad! A sign of the apocalypse!
Katie reached behind the door and pushed JD roper foreward, who looked in way over his head.
Ah…no, that's quite normal. William should have been director of human resources if he truly wanted to bring Hell to earth…
JD suppressed a scream at Katie's choice of words, "Well, actually Dr. Birkin just asked me if you needed anything…" he shuffled his foot nervously, "Could I go home? Please?"
"Actually I need you to do me a favor." Annette said, To just make sure that I'm not going crazy…
JD sighed, "What?" this was getting tiresome. First that girl in the cafeteria, then this…
"Find out if there's anyone in the room above mine." Annette said, "I heard noises-"
No! Shut up you fool!
"I mean," she sighed, "Just find out…please?"
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Paris France.
Somewhere on the outskirts
It was troubled.
The tiny thing inside of it's head was begging again, now it had resorted to showing it images of humans recreating. The tiny pink creators were doing things like eating, drinking, and talking.
Please… it whispered, I have a family. A wife, a son, a daughter…please let me go
"Can't let go." It said to it, "Bad things happen."
Try as it might, the images of these people moved something inside its consciousness. It wanted to let this tiny thing go, if anything to get it out of its head.
The man with the glasses. The tiny voice growled, He's responsible.
"Bad man."
We can hurt him.
It nodded; this was an acceptable plan for them to follow. The tiny man with the glasses and the tiny creators were in league! If they all died, then it could have all the soft rabbit flesh that it wanted.
Nemesis smiled.
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Author's note: Yes! Chapter three! On to chapter four!