Authors Note -
Hey, if so far you have read through my ENTIRE story, I want to thank you tremendously! This is my first fan fiction and to have such positive results is awesome. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed my story so far-----
Mayumi H - I want to thank you for actually reading through my story!!! Your reviews are awesome thanks a bunch for being my first reviewer!
Adawong30769@cs.cm - You're one of the biggest Resident Evil fans that I have ever talked to! Its cool to finally talk to someone with a similar interests! Your web site rocks!!!!
Mercury - April you are one of the biggest inspirations I have to keep writing cuz you're so much better than I am at it! Your stuff rocks and if it wasn't for you I would have never found this site! You're one of my best friends and I don't plan on ever losing you! You're the best!
Zombie - Thanks for having such hope for upcoming chapters!
Super Vegeda - Thank you for reviewing my story! Bring Ada back in your story, she's an awesome character!!!
So that's it! These are the people that so far have reviewed my story! I hope I can add more names to this list soon, so keep reading and reviewing my story! Read my other one too, its been up for a while and has 0 reviews hehe…its not excellent but its worth reading. When I get more reviews for it I'll post more chapters. Thanks a bunch now enjoy the rest of my story!
Ryan Abraham
Email Me
playa10131988@aol.com,
morph1013@aol.com,
crazychild101319@aol.com,
babyboy10131988@aol.com
CHAPTER 8
The Residence Of Evil
"Oh my god…" Délia rolled over onto her pounding side, moaning in pain. Everything was spinning. Her body…everything was different. Her vision was blurred, nothing was easy to see. Everything was moving. Breaking apart. Her legs were like paste, slipping beneath her heavy upper half. What the hell happened?
She stood up, looking around. She put her hand on her forehead. It was scorching hot. A serious fever had built up over the past few hours. Had it been a few hours? Or days…my god she couldn't remember. She turned, looking in the mirror.
The mirror was lying. It was. It had to be. Not to her. She couldn't have been infected. The virus was perfect. She was perfect. Immune. No, not immune. She had been lying to herself. The virus was far from perfect. Alexia…that bitch. If her research had been more complete, than maybe Délia would have been normal.
Her hair was a crimson red, nearly a blood color. Her skin was a pale white, almost milky…the clothes on her were torn, turned to rags. What happened to her? The mirror must've been lying…it must've…
*
The pace quickly grew. The house was only a few hundred yards away. Ada and Craig had managed to down only a few carriers in their journey up into the Capitol City forest. The howls of a monster deep in the woods haunted them as they walked. Finally they made it.
Ada collapsed at the foot of the house, marveling at its sheer beauty. It was tremendous, seeming to extend high into the clouds and tipping off into space. The wrap around balcony extended all around the house, overlooking the city. The columns on the front entrance area supported a large loft up above. It was made of red brick, the multiple windows made of the most expensive material. It was a work of art…
"We finally made it!" Craig laughed, "Now what?"
She looked at him, panting from the quick sprint they had up the pathway from Capitol City. He had a thin layer of sweat on him, glistening off of him in the night sky. It was getting chilly outside, the only noise was the sound of the moaning carriers down in the city. Had they made it all the way up into the house?
Ada smiled, "Well, we made it this far. We could head inside and think of a plan then…"
He smiled at her, licked his lips and headed toward the large wood doors. There were two doors, each of them extending up the wall nearly fifteen feet. There was a hollow carved in the center of each of the doors in the shape of lions. Craig pressed on the center of the left sided door, but it was bolted shut, "Ada, I don't think we'll be opening this any time soon."
His hope wasn't very good. Give up just because he couldn't open a door? Hell no, not in her book. She had survived the puzzles and traumas at the Raccoon City Police Station; The things that Brian Irons had kept hidden were easily accessible from a simple equation or puzzle. This wouldn't be able too hard, the solution already clearly visible.
Ada stood up from the steps on the entrance area, looking Craig in his face, "Press on the hollow on the left, and I'll do the right."
He did as she said, and as soon as both of their hands were on the hollows the door opened with ease. The revelation behind the doors was incredible.
"Jesus…" Ada was astonished. The doors shut behind her, closing her in but she didn't care. The house was too beautiful. The floors were made of pure white marble, and directly in front of her was a massive stair case leading up to a wrap around catwalk overlooking the main hall. There were a few doors scattered about the room, each of them made of exquisite woods and irreplaceable material… "This place is amazing!"
She broke off into a quick run, heading up the staircase. The stairs were carpeted with a brilliant red rug, each inch equipped with a different design, "Who the hell would live in a place like this?"
*
She thought that she had gotten rid of me…she still believes that I am dead. My little secret has yet to be revealed…
*
Something had triggered the silent alarm. Délia had managed to stumble into her bedroom, the only other room besides her study that was somewhat secluded…
The alarm…the security had been breached. Someone had managed to make it into the house. Who? Was it the military? No…she had kept the military under wraps. No one knew about the Capitol City infection or spill…the bridge had been cealed off and no one was coming in or going out of the city, so that excluded anyone who may have stumbled upon this house…no survivors, she supposed. Everyone was killed in the infection, so who could have managed to get here?
Her blood began to boil. Délia's headaches were becoming worse and worse. Nothing could compare to the pain that she was experiencing. What was happening to her?
It was too intense. She could no longer bear the pain her head was being put through. It was too much. Délia collapsed on her bedroom floor, falling to her hands and knees. The alarm kept sounding, sending waves of pain throughout her body. She was changing, her cells shifting around and mutating. This was the effect of the virus…no…it couldn't be. The virus was perfect.
Sanity. Délia was losing it. Hell, she was losing everything. Her vision was fading, her body ached and her head…her head was going. Her mind deteriorating…this was hell. But her pain was not the concern. Her only priority was protecting her house…she needed to find the intruder. They would not escape the residence of evil…
*
"Absolutely incredible…" Craig wondered about the hall, "Amazing…" He walked around, heading up the staircase and meeting up with Ada at the top. She was openly wondering about the paintings on the walls, each of them telling a different story of the proud owners of the house. The one at the top of the stairs…
Ada walked over to Craig. He was staring blankly at the painting at the front steps. It was the biggest painting in the room, one of two teenage children. They looked similar, each of them dressed gothic…
The people in the picture had names underneath them…
"Délia and Dimitri…Spencer…" The Spencer name rung throughout Ada's head. Spencer. Spencer. Spencer. Spencer, "Oh my god…"
Craig looked at Ada in an incredible stare, "What's wrong? What's the matter?" He was concerned about her. Something had shocked her.
She took off into a run. She bolted down the steps, heading straight for the door. They had to get out of the mansion.
"Ada!" He screamed after her, but she had already headed down the steps. She slammed against the door, searching for a handle. Nothing. There was no handle, "Ada what's wrong?!"
"This house! We can't stay here, it belongs to the Spencers. The Spencers are the founders of Umbrella Chemical, along with the Ashfords. This is just like the mansion that the Raccoon City Special Tactics Squad were in when they investigated the cannibal cases…it's a replica only much more dangerous. There was one on the Antarctic Base, but I didn't think that there would be more. If we stay here, then we'll die!" Ada screamed, searching frantically for a handle. Still nothing.
"Ashfords? Spencers? Umbrella? Raccoon? Cannibal Disease?" Craig looked disrupted, "What are you saying? Umbrella was responsible for the cannibal disease in Raccoon?"
"Yes, and the disease here. They have experimental viruses that get spilled, somewhat constantly and to the point that they're ruining their name. That explains the lack of outside assistance. They cut off all connection to the outside!"
"Shit…" Craig was taking in too much at one time, "Then how do we get out?" He looked at her as she continued searching for a handle. Her frantic speed died down, she turned and looked at him.
She was grim with fear, "We don't just get out…we have to fight our way out. If we fight we may live…but who the hell knows what is on the other sides of these doors-" she pointed to the multiple doors in the hall, "This is the house of the dead. The Spencers are insane…we cant take any chances." She turned and headed back up the steps. As she looked at the picture of the Spencer children, she frowned. Touching the names at the bottom, Ada watched the picture rise up into a hollow area, revealing a hidden staircase, "Every room contains a puzzle. We must figure them out in order to survive. The further we go, the deadlier they get."
Craig stepped up and met up with Ada, "So what do we do now?"
She looked down the dim stairway, "We have no choice. If we stay here, we may run out of time. Our chances are diminishing as we speak. We have to move, and fast. If you want to ever see the light of day again…" Ada turned and put a foot down on the concrete step…together they descended into hell.
Hey, if so far you have read through my ENTIRE story, I want to thank you tremendously! This is my first fan fiction and to have such positive results is awesome. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed my story so far-----
Mayumi H - I want to thank you for actually reading through my story!!! Your reviews are awesome thanks a bunch for being my first reviewer!
Adawong30769@cs.cm - You're one of the biggest Resident Evil fans that I have ever talked to! Its cool to finally talk to someone with a similar interests! Your web site rocks!!!!
Mercury - April you are one of the biggest inspirations I have to keep writing cuz you're so much better than I am at it! Your stuff rocks and if it wasn't for you I would have never found this site! You're one of my best friends and I don't plan on ever losing you! You're the best!
Zombie - Thanks for having such hope for upcoming chapters!
Super Vegeda - Thank you for reviewing my story! Bring Ada back in your story, she's an awesome character!!!
So that's it! These are the people that so far have reviewed my story! I hope I can add more names to this list soon, so keep reading and reviewing my story! Read my other one too, its been up for a while and has 0 reviews hehe…its not excellent but its worth reading. When I get more reviews for it I'll post more chapters. Thanks a bunch now enjoy the rest of my story!
Ryan Abraham
Email Me
playa10131988@aol.com,
morph1013@aol.com,
crazychild101319@aol.com,
babyboy10131988@aol.com
CHAPTER 8
The Residence Of Evil
"Oh my god…" Délia rolled over onto her pounding side, moaning in pain. Everything was spinning. Her body…everything was different. Her vision was blurred, nothing was easy to see. Everything was moving. Breaking apart. Her legs were like paste, slipping beneath her heavy upper half. What the hell happened?
She stood up, looking around. She put her hand on her forehead. It was scorching hot. A serious fever had built up over the past few hours. Had it been a few hours? Or days…my god she couldn't remember. She turned, looking in the mirror.
The mirror was lying. It was. It had to be. Not to her. She couldn't have been infected. The virus was perfect. She was perfect. Immune. No, not immune. She had been lying to herself. The virus was far from perfect. Alexia…that bitch. If her research had been more complete, than maybe Délia would have been normal.
Her hair was a crimson red, nearly a blood color. Her skin was a pale white, almost milky…the clothes on her were torn, turned to rags. What happened to her? The mirror must've been lying…it must've…
*
The pace quickly grew. The house was only a few hundred yards away. Ada and Craig had managed to down only a few carriers in their journey up into the Capitol City forest. The howls of a monster deep in the woods haunted them as they walked. Finally they made it.
Ada collapsed at the foot of the house, marveling at its sheer beauty. It was tremendous, seeming to extend high into the clouds and tipping off into space. The wrap around balcony extended all around the house, overlooking the city. The columns on the front entrance area supported a large loft up above. It was made of red brick, the multiple windows made of the most expensive material. It was a work of art…
"We finally made it!" Craig laughed, "Now what?"
She looked at him, panting from the quick sprint they had up the pathway from Capitol City. He had a thin layer of sweat on him, glistening off of him in the night sky. It was getting chilly outside, the only noise was the sound of the moaning carriers down in the city. Had they made it all the way up into the house?
Ada smiled, "Well, we made it this far. We could head inside and think of a plan then…"
He smiled at her, licked his lips and headed toward the large wood doors. There were two doors, each of them extending up the wall nearly fifteen feet. There was a hollow carved in the center of each of the doors in the shape of lions. Craig pressed on the center of the left sided door, but it was bolted shut, "Ada, I don't think we'll be opening this any time soon."
His hope wasn't very good. Give up just because he couldn't open a door? Hell no, not in her book. She had survived the puzzles and traumas at the Raccoon City Police Station; The things that Brian Irons had kept hidden were easily accessible from a simple equation or puzzle. This wouldn't be able too hard, the solution already clearly visible.
Ada stood up from the steps on the entrance area, looking Craig in his face, "Press on the hollow on the left, and I'll do the right."
He did as she said, and as soon as both of their hands were on the hollows the door opened with ease. The revelation behind the doors was incredible.
"Jesus…" Ada was astonished. The doors shut behind her, closing her in but she didn't care. The house was too beautiful. The floors were made of pure white marble, and directly in front of her was a massive stair case leading up to a wrap around catwalk overlooking the main hall. There were a few doors scattered about the room, each of them made of exquisite woods and irreplaceable material… "This place is amazing!"
She broke off into a quick run, heading up the staircase. The stairs were carpeted with a brilliant red rug, each inch equipped with a different design, "Who the hell would live in a place like this?"
*
She thought that she had gotten rid of me…she still believes that I am dead. My little secret has yet to be revealed…
*
Something had triggered the silent alarm. Délia had managed to stumble into her bedroom, the only other room besides her study that was somewhat secluded…
The alarm…the security had been breached. Someone had managed to make it into the house. Who? Was it the military? No…she had kept the military under wraps. No one knew about the Capitol City infection or spill…the bridge had been cealed off and no one was coming in or going out of the city, so that excluded anyone who may have stumbled upon this house…no survivors, she supposed. Everyone was killed in the infection, so who could have managed to get here?
Her blood began to boil. Délia's headaches were becoming worse and worse. Nothing could compare to the pain that she was experiencing. What was happening to her?
It was too intense. She could no longer bear the pain her head was being put through. It was too much. Délia collapsed on her bedroom floor, falling to her hands and knees. The alarm kept sounding, sending waves of pain throughout her body. She was changing, her cells shifting around and mutating. This was the effect of the virus…no…it couldn't be. The virus was perfect.
Sanity. Délia was losing it. Hell, she was losing everything. Her vision was fading, her body ached and her head…her head was going. Her mind deteriorating…this was hell. But her pain was not the concern. Her only priority was protecting her house…she needed to find the intruder. They would not escape the residence of evil…
*
"Absolutely incredible…" Craig wondered about the hall, "Amazing…" He walked around, heading up the staircase and meeting up with Ada at the top. She was openly wondering about the paintings on the walls, each of them telling a different story of the proud owners of the house. The one at the top of the stairs…
Ada walked over to Craig. He was staring blankly at the painting at the front steps. It was the biggest painting in the room, one of two teenage children. They looked similar, each of them dressed gothic…
The people in the picture had names underneath them…
"Délia and Dimitri…Spencer…" The Spencer name rung throughout Ada's head. Spencer. Spencer. Spencer. Spencer, "Oh my god…"
Craig looked at Ada in an incredible stare, "What's wrong? What's the matter?" He was concerned about her. Something had shocked her.
She took off into a run. She bolted down the steps, heading straight for the door. They had to get out of the mansion.
"Ada!" He screamed after her, but she had already headed down the steps. She slammed against the door, searching for a handle. Nothing. There was no handle, "Ada what's wrong?!"
"This house! We can't stay here, it belongs to the Spencers. The Spencers are the founders of Umbrella Chemical, along with the Ashfords. This is just like the mansion that the Raccoon City Special Tactics Squad were in when they investigated the cannibal cases…it's a replica only much more dangerous. There was one on the Antarctic Base, but I didn't think that there would be more. If we stay here, then we'll die!" Ada screamed, searching frantically for a handle. Still nothing.
"Ashfords? Spencers? Umbrella? Raccoon? Cannibal Disease?" Craig looked disrupted, "What are you saying? Umbrella was responsible for the cannibal disease in Raccoon?"
"Yes, and the disease here. They have experimental viruses that get spilled, somewhat constantly and to the point that they're ruining their name. That explains the lack of outside assistance. They cut off all connection to the outside!"
"Shit…" Craig was taking in too much at one time, "Then how do we get out?" He looked at her as she continued searching for a handle. Her frantic speed died down, she turned and looked at him.
She was grim with fear, "We don't just get out…we have to fight our way out. If we fight we may live…but who the hell knows what is on the other sides of these doors-" she pointed to the multiple doors in the hall, "This is the house of the dead. The Spencers are insane…we cant take any chances." She turned and headed back up the steps. As she looked at the picture of the Spencer children, she frowned. Touching the names at the bottom, Ada watched the picture rise up into a hollow area, revealing a hidden staircase, "Every room contains a puzzle. We must figure them out in order to survive. The further we go, the deadlier they get."
Craig stepped up and met up with Ada, "So what do we do now?"
She looked down the dim stairway, "We have no choice. If we stay here, we may run out of time. Our chances are diminishing as we speak. We have to move, and fast. If you want to ever see the light of day again…" Ada turned and put a foot down on the concrete step…together they descended into hell.