Chapter II
Foolish
Hillary woke up alone in a dark, dank cell with the smell of rotting bones strong in the humid air. She gagged for a minute, reminiscing about what had previously happened.I was sitting alone in the apartment, dozing.and then I heard yelling, and then gunfire, and I ran, shot someone.oh man I shot someone.and then I was running down steps, and I hit concrete and then they were all around me and I was.
"Good evening Ms Wilkes, I'm glad to see that you've finally awoken." A voice rang throughout the room and echoed off the walls, the sound bouncing in and out of her mind, ".that knot on your head should be dissipating soon,"
She moved forward, putting her hands on the bars when suddenly a flash of movement occurred, and a sharp, greasy pain skittered across her knuckles forcing them back to her side. Letting out a shriek of pain, Hillary began to rub her hands furiously at her pants, easing the sensation away. Something had run clear across her fingers, like a sharp blade or a knife of some sort.she felt warm blood trickling down her hands and saw it wipe across her faded blue jeans, "What is this place." she muttered under her breath, keeping cool and silent, awaiting angrily for an answer.
And then a cool, collected brunette stepped into view, a wide stretched grin across her face, a grin that she recognized almost immediately but could not quite place it. She had seen that smile, that smirk somewhere before, but it had been so long.
-oh come on, two years isn't that long.she thought to herself, it's the same smirk that Gregory wore across his face when he nearly tossed you over the Empire State Buildings viewing tower.
"You remind me of-" Hillary began, but was cut off as the woman began to speak in a grim, yet apologetic fashion, as if to silently say 'sorry' for imprisoning her.
"I remind you of my brother, Gregory." the woman said, and then instantly Ada's words began to ring in and out of her mind, racing throughout every curve in her body. She had been warned of Gregory's other two siblings, aside from the harmless Vela.
Two other Spencer siblings, Délia and Dimitri, they were the cause behind the Capitol City incident. In addition, Gregory and Vela were the ones at the New York Incident.Vela's dead.and Ada warned me about.Délia's insanity.her untouchable mental state.
"You're Délia aren't you," Hillary stammered, not allowing herself to believe the words that spilled out of her lips, "but you're dead.you died back at."
"Capitol City didn't kill me darling.it only made me stronger," she looked at Hillary with deep, glaring eyes that seemed to shine pure evil and hatred, "my disgust with Ada Wong has only fueled over the past three years, and I have had a very long time to plan her death."
"Oh yeah?" Hillary snapped, ready to fight back at the drop of a pin, "Well where do I fit in to your little plot?"
Délia smiled, stepping forth into the light that was shunned in from an outside window. She was dressed in a tight grey business suit, outlining her slender figure and sensual curves. She was a very attractive woman, with the smile of a beauty queen and the eyes of the sultriest temptress. Through pearly white teeth Hillary could see a writhing tongue, forming words even before she began to speak, "You, my dear," she purred, ".are bait."
*
Trina stepped cautiously forward deeper into the bowels of this monstrous cave, finding nothing more than another flock of bats and dusty, hard air. She did not even want to breathe, as when she did she took in particles that lodged in the back of her throat, making her gag. It was a disgusting state to be in, a state that could only be defined as a mix between anger and sheer hunger for the downfall of the company that created this mess.
Her dark skin began to leak sweat as she pressed forward, Ada in front of her leading the way and Bryant bringing up the rear. He was a very attractive young guy, built like a bear but with the heart of an angel. He was Latin, she presumed, his accent faded and withered if it ever even existed. He was dark haired, dark eyed and.damn, she thought silently to herself, if we were not in such a mess as we are, he would be the most eligible bachelor in town.
Nevertheless, they were in this mess and they could not do anything about it. The only thing left to do was play though it, using the cards they were dealt to play as well as they could. Trina, as well as Ada and Bryant, had been in this since the minute Kenny tripped that alarm. Now, they would leave together, as one, and there was nothing that would stop her from making sure that would hold true.
*
Bryant did not like being in the back, he did not like being in the front, and he did not like being in the middle.he did not like being in this type of situation one bit, and he wanted to get the hell out. Shit.he muttered under his breath, this is not where I should be. I need to be by the beach, sipping alcohol out of a glass with a little umbrella.he caught himself mid sentence.umbrella.fuck them.
If it were not for Umbrella he would not be here, he would be enjoying his family the way he was meant to. But no, that had all changed when he stumbled upon Umbrella's internet pass codes a few years back. They murdered his family, his children, his parents.
He growled a little bit, his muscles tensing and his jaw clenching. Bryant could feel the sweat pouring down the back of his neck just as the pure thought of that company name flooded through his body, "Bastards." he murmured, allowing only himself and God to hear what he had to express. They continued to trudge forward, Ada leading the way and heading into the darkness with only her head light to guide the way. He was scarred and he did not like it one bit. He was tired of being scarred; he just wanted to go home.
*
Ada heard the rumbling noise up ahead; she could feel it throughout her entire body as it shook her bones, but still she just disregarded it as unimportant. Her boots squeaked with sweat as she continued on, glancing back every few minutes to check on Trina and Bryant.both of their stories were terrible, both very hurt by the masterminds behind Umbrella. They each had lost everything, including the second family that she had created for them.
To her great surprise, the crashing ground ceased to stop, and Ada could only wonder what would lie ahead. The 'gravedigger' that was unleashed in Raccoon was the offspring of an infected earth worm, dubbed grave digger as it roamed the cemeteries searching for prey.
.gravedigger, schmave digger, the thing doesn't mean jack shit to me here.it was exclusive to Raccoon and I should just leave it as that.Ada thought quietly to herself, keeping her gaze fixated on the cloudy pathway that lay ahead. It was filled with dust and sand, flittering about the cavern in a rather mesmerizing way, making her believe that it was actually flying around her-
-and then Trina fell, the rumbling becoming too much to ignore for any longer. Ada knew instantly what it was, and she did not need to be a genius to realize that what sprung up out of the ground next was not anything natural at all.
**
Foolish
Hillary woke up alone in a dark, dank cell with the smell of rotting bones strong in the humid air. She gagged for a minute, reminiscing about what had previously happened.I was sitting alone in the apartment, dozing.and then I heard yelling, and then gunfire, and I ran, shot someone.oh man I shot someone.and then I was running down steps, and I hit concrete and then they were all around me and I was.
"Good evening Ms Wilkes, I'm glad to see that you've finally awoken." A voice rang throughout the room and echoed off the walls, the sound bouncing in and out of her mind, ".that knot on your head should be dissipating soon,"
She moved forward, putting her hands on the bars when suddenly a flash of movement occurred, and a sharp, greasy pain skittered across her knuckles forcing them back to her side. Letting out a shriek of pain, Hillary began to rub her hands furiously at her pants, easing the sensation away. Something had run clear across her fingers, like a sharp blade or a knife of some sort.she felt warm blood trickling down her hands and saw it wipe across her faded blue jeans, "What is this place." she muttered under her breath, keeping cool and silent, awaiting angrily for an answer.
And then a cool, collected brunette stepped into view, a wide stretched grin across her face, a grin that she recognized almost immediately but could not quite place it. She had seen that smile, that smirk somewhere before, but it had been so long.
-oh come on, two years isn't that long.she thought to herself, it's the same smirk that Gregory wore across his face when he nearly tossed you over the Empire State Buildings viewing tower.
"You remind me of-" Hillary began, but was cut off as the woman began to speak in a grim, yet apologetic fashion, as if to silently say 'sorry' for imprisoning her.
"I remind you of my brother, Gregory." the woman said, and then instantly Ada's words began to ring in and out of her mind, racing throughout every curve in her body. She had been warned of Gregory's other two siblings, aside from the harmless Vela.
Two other Spencer siblings, Délia and Dimitri, they were the cause behind the Capitol City incident. In addition, Gregory and Vela were the ones at the New York Incident.Vela's dead.and Ada warned me about.Délia's insanity.her untouchable mental state.
"You're Délia aren't you," Hillary stammered, not allowing herself to believe the words that spilled out of her lips, "but you're dead.you died back at."
"Capitol City didn't kill me darling.it only made me stronger," she looked at Hillary with deep, glaring eyes that seemed to shine pure evil and hatred, "my disgust with Ada Wong has only fueled over the past three years, and I have had a very long time to plan her death."
"Oh yeah?" Hillary snapped, ready to fight back at the drop of a pin, "Well where do I fit in to your little plot?"
Délia smiled, stepping forth into the light that was shunned in from an outside window. She was dressed in a tight grey business suit, outlining her slender figure and sensual curves. She was a very attractive woman, with the smile of a beauty queen and the eyes of the sultriest temptress. Through pearly white teeth Hillary could see a writhing tongue, forming words even before she began to speak, "You, my dear," she purred, ".are bait."
*
Trina stepped cautiously forward deeper into the bowels of this monstrous cave, finding nothing more than another flock of bats and dusty, hard air. She did not even want to breathe, as when she did she took in particles that lodged in the back of her throat, making her gag. It was a disgusting state to be in, a state that could only be defined as a mix between anger and sheer hunger for the downfall of the company that created this mess.
Her dark skin began to leak sweat as she pressed forward, Ada in front of her leading the way and Bryant bringing up the rear. He was a very attractive young guy, built like a bear but with the heart of an angel. He was Latin, she presumed, his accent faded and withered if it ever even existed. He was dark haired, dark eyed and.damn, she thought silently to herself, if we were not in such a mess as we are, he would be the most eligible bachelor in town.
Nevertheless, they were in this mess and they could not do anything about it. The only thing left to do was play though it, using the cards they were dealt to play as well as they could. Trina, as well as Ada and Bryant, had been in this since the minute Kenny tripped that alarm. Now, they would leave together, as one, and there was nothing that would stop her from making sure that would hold true.
*
Bryant did not like being in the back, he did not like being in the front, and he did not like being in the middle.he did not like being in this type of situation one bit, and he wanted to get the hell out. Shit.he muttered under his breath, this is not where I should be. I need to be by the beach, sipping alcohol out of a glass with a little umbrella.he caught himself mid sentence.umbrella.fuck them.
If it were not for Umbrella he would not be here, he would be enjoying his family the way he was meant to. But no, that had all changed when he stumbled upon Umbrella's internet pass codes a few years back. They murdered his family, his children, his parents.
He growled a little bit, his muscles tensing and his jaw clenching. Bryant could feel the sweat pouring down the back of his neck just as the pure thought of that company name flooded through his body, "Bastards." he murmured, allowing only himself and God to hear what he had to express. They continued to trudge forward, Ada leading the way and heading into the darkness with only her head light to guide the way. He was scarred and he did not like it one bit. He was tired of being scarred; he just wanted to go home.
*
Ada heard the rumbling noise up ahead; she could feel it throughout her entire body as it shook her bones, but still she just disregarded it as unimportant. Her boots squeaked with sweat as she continued on, glancing back every few minutes to check on Trina and Bryant.both of their stories were terrible, both very hurt by the masterminds behind Umbrella. They each had lost everything, including the second family that she had created for them.
To her great surprise, the crashing ground ceased to stop, and Ada could only wonder what would lie ahead. The 'gravedigger' that was unleashed in Raccoon was the offspring of an infected earth worm, dubbed grave digger as it roamed the cemeteries searching for prey.
.gravedigger, schmave digger, the thing doesn't mean jack shit to me here.it was exclusive to Raccoon and I should just leave it as that.Ada thought quietly to herself, keeping her gaze fixated on the cloudy pathway that lay ahead. It was filled with dust and sand, flittering about the cavern in a rather mesmerizing way, making her believe that it was actually flying around her-
-and then Trina fell, the rumbling becoming too much to ignore for any longer. Ada knew instantly what it was, and she did not need to be a genius to realize that what sprung up out of the ground next was not anything natural at all.
**