Authors Note-
Alrighty well first off I need to thank everyone again for reviewing my story. As of now I have a total of 15 reviews (mainly from the same 5 people but a review is a review) and I'm thrilled about it. So all I really want to ask is that if you are a 'lurker' as some may want to call them, please review my story and tell me what you think of it. Reviews are what keep me going and writing. Without them I have no fuel in my tank, and I don't have the push to keep writing. Already I have plans for a sequel, and if you want to see those plans on paper then keep reviewing! I hope everyone likes Heatherly, the soldier-woman-Rain spin-off, because that's who I plan on basing my next installment on. Well here goes Chapter 14, I hope you enjoy!
Ryan Abraham
-Author, "Resident Evil OPERATION: Capitol City"
Email Me!
Playa10131988@aol.com (*Preferred)
Morph101319@aol.com
BabyBoy10131988@aol.com
Crazychild101319@aol.com
…or you can always tell me your ideas straight to my face, via AOL Instant Messenger…
My AIM screen name is Crazychild1013
…now on with the chapter…
CHAPTER 14
An Unexpected Fondness
"My partner, Craig is still somewhere in this laboratory." Ada said, looking Heatherly straight in the eyes, "Before I can do anything, I need to locate him. He is an important…asset to me." She couldn't stand lying to this poor woman, but Heatherly could probably see straight though to Ada's lying soul. Although Ada had attempted to drop every bit of hate and deceit back in Raccoon…pieces of her tormented soul still remained with her. As much as she hated it, this attitude was something she couldn't get rid of. The fact that at one point in her life she had been a cold blooded private assassin didn't help matters, but now having to deal with running for your life from a multi billion dollar company that wants you dead made it even more difficult.
"I understand completely, it's just that our main priority should be escaping this hell hole. I need out of here. My team was slaughtered, and since I am the only remaining member it is my duty to report back to my squad captain." Heatherly said, pulling her matted blonde hair through her finger tips. Ada was beginning to be annoyed by this, since she seemed to have the same macho take-no-shit attitude as she did. She had no doubt in her mind that if the time arose where she would need to take action against this blonde air-head, it would be an easy task to take her out. However noticing the extreme weaponry on her new 'comrade' made it a difficult choice to even consider.
"So I see you work for Umbrella…" Ada pointed to the logo on the back of her jacket, "Every Umbrella employee is exactly the same…I have no fondness for their soldier types either. Although I've never met any of them, I still hear that they are ruthless killers." Ada tried to control her voice, making sure that what she said didn't sound too conceited, or give the wrong impression. The last thing she wanted was a heavily equipped bitch to be on her case. Let alone a heavily equipped Umbrella bitch.
"They pay good…"
What the hell was that remark? Ada was beginning to lose the minimal respect she had for this girl. They pay well? Hell, she's probably in it for the heartless blood bathing that they do. Some psychopath, Ada presumed. Maybe her sweet face is just a cover-up, but hell she should talk. The emotional torture and pain she had caused poor Leon Kennedy back in Raccoon gave her no place to judge.
"I see…I've always been self employed." Ada said, attempting to mock Heatherly just a tad. She didn't even seem to acknowledge the fact though, which gave her more fuel for her fire. Not once had Ada came across a female who stood up to her. It was quite different, making her uncomfortable but also putting her back in her place at the same time. It was nice to know that some women don't take shit from others of their same kind.
They left the lobby and headed towards a small, grated door. Ada and Heatherly trudged step by step down a long, murky corridor…the sound of dripping water, or some kind of liquid, was heard down the hallway. Ada could smell the foul stench of blood and carrion down past the next turn…although she had gotten used to that smell by now, it had been etched in her mind since Raccoon. The vicious lickers decapitating their victims, dripping the remains from the ceiling crouch spot. Ada had managed to avoid the R3's ever since she got into this mess, but she guessed that now that she was in their territory they would be slightly harder to contain…that was if they ran into any of them at all…
"Don't move, I'll check ahead." Heatherly purred, not bothering to look back to even see if she was alive. Who did she think she was? Ada was so used to being in charge, so used to being the one who called the shots. But now that the tables were turned…
"Heeeeirgh!"
The ear splicing sound of the R3 was heard from around the corner. Ada dropped to the ground, fumbling for a weapon that could not be found. She only hoped that Heatherly could kill it before it killed her…
*
"Its some kind of research facility," Craig assumed aloud, walking in by himself. He looked around at the overturned tables and chairs that littered the floors. He had begun to get a lonely feeling in the back of his throat, knowing that if by now he still hadn't found Ada that it was probable she was dead. The thought made his heart sink…
The desk in front of him looked as though it had been accessed somehow…he moved over to it, looking it over. After jumping the platform to get into the actual secretarial area, Craig noticed blood on the keyboard of the computer. Craig began to tap his fingers on the desk, pondering what could have happened here. Somehow, human blood had managed to get onto this computer. No one was around, but the blood was still fresh.
"Possible survivors…"
The pure though of it sounded ridiculous. He had seen the overturned trucks and the decimated cable cars. After a few hours of searching, Craig had realized two things. One, there had been two cable cars that crashed. The first slipped off the underwater tracks and broke the railing, forcing itself onto this island. This in effect made their ride a little less desirable, sending them indefinitely onto the same crash course. And two, the trucks had belonged to some type of Umbrella team. After searching the bodies of a few of the dead in the area, Craig had been able to come up with an infiltration schedule, a map, two half clips, a small pistol and a keycard. He had pocketed the keycard and map and ditched the schedule. The clips and pistol, Craig had decided, would be of serious help to him. He kept them.
The monitor was off, so Craig decided that he should leave it that way. There was no reason to look at the computer system, as he already had a map. Taking the initiative to search from the lowest level up, Craig headed over to the small personal elevator in the corner of the room. Passing a few bodies of dead researchers, Craig tapped the call buttons and almost immediately the elevator door opened. This meant that the last person who used the elevator had come upstairs…maybe they had been running from something…
He stepped in the elevator still wondering why all the scientists, infected and some not, had bullet holes directly through their heads as if they had all been some type of target…
*
The sound of bullets and the R3 screaming to its death gave Ada a hint of hope. Somehow Heatherly had managed to down the creature. She heard footsteps heading in her direction, so she quickly threw herself to her feet and straightened up. Heatherly looked gladly at her, giving her a quick smile.
"Here, I see you're unarmed." Heatherly handed Ada the heavy Magnum… "I'm a better knife than shot, so this will be more use to you than me. Take it," she put it in Ada's hand, closing her palm around it, "I really hope that we can get out of this. I want to see a beach, or palm trees or something. This isn't how I want to die. We'll get out of this. I promise"
This small and meaningless speech caught Ada off guard. Why in the hell would this woman actually want to help her? Unless she was different from the rest of those soldier fools. Unless she actually had a heart. Maybe this Heatherly girl was different. Maybe she actually liked her…
Alrighty well first off I need to thank everyone again for reviewing my story. As of now I have a total of 15 reviews (mainly from the same 5 people but a review is a review) and I'm thrilled about it. So all I really want to ask is that if you are a 'lurker' as some may want to call them, please review my story and tell me what you think of it. Reviews are what keep me going and writing. Without them I have no fuel in my tank, and I don't have the push to keep writing. Already I have plans for a sequel, and if you want to see those plans on paper then keep reviewing! I hope everyone likes Heatherly, the soldier-woman-Rain spin-off, because that's who I plan on basing my next installment on. Well here goes Chapter 14, I hope you enjoy!
Ryan Abraham
-Author, "Resident Evil OPERATION: Capitol City"
Email Me!
Playa10131988@aol.com (*Preferred)
Morph101319@aol.com
BabyBoy10131988@aol.com
Crazychild101319@aol.com
…or you can always tell me your ideas straight to my face, via AOL Instant Messenger…
My AIM screen name is Crazychild1013
…now on with the chapter…
CHAPTER 14
An Unexpected Fondness
"My partner, Craig is still somewhere in this laboratory." Ada said, looking Heatherly straight in the eyes, "Before I can do anything, I need to locate him. He is an important…asset to me." She couldn't stand lying to this poor woman, but Heatherly could probably see straight though to Ada's lying soul. Although Ada had attempted to drop every bit of hate and deceit back in Raccoon…pieces of her tormented soul still remained with her. As much as she hated it, this attitude was something she couldn't get rid of. The fact that at one point in her life she had been a cold blooded private assassin didn't help matters, but now having to deal with running for your life from a multi billion dollar company that wants you dead made it even more difficult.
"I understand completely, it's just that our main priority should be escaping this hell hole. I need out of here. My team was slaughtered, and since I am the only remaining member it is my duty to report back to my squad captain." Heatherly said, pulling her matted blonde hair through her finger tips. Ada was beginning to be annoyed by this, since she seemed to have the same macho take-no-shit attitude as she did. She had no doubt in her mind that if the time arose where she would need to take action against this blonde air-head, it would be an easy task to take her out. However noticing the extreme weaponry on her new 'comrade' made it a difficult choice to even consider.
"So I see you work for Umbrella…" Ada pointed to the logo on the back of her jacket, "Every Umbrella employee is exactly the same…I have no fondness for their soldier types either. Although I've never met any of them, I still hear that they are ruthless killers." Ada tried to control her voice, making sure that what she said didn't sound too conceited, or give the wrong impression. The last thing she wanted was a heavily equipped bitch to be on her case. Let alone a heavily equipped Umbrella bitch.
"They pay good…"
What the hell was that remark? Ada was beginning to lose the minimal respect she had for this girl. They pay well? Hell, she's probably in it for the heartless blood bathing that they do. Some psychopath, Ada presumed. Maybe her sweet face is just a cover-up, but hell she should talk. The emotional torture and pain she had caused poor Leon Kennedy back in Raccoon gave her no place to judge.
"I see…I've always been self employed." Ada said, attempting to mock Heatherly just a tad. She didn't even seem to acknowledge the fact though, which gave her more fuel for her fire. Not once had Ada came across a female who stood up to her. It was quite different, making her uncomfortable but also putting her back in her place at the same time. It was nice to know that some women don't take shit from others of their same kind.
They left the lobby and headed towards a small, grated door. Ada and Heatherly trudged step by step down a long, murky corridor…the sound of dripping water, or some kind of liquid, was heard down the hallway. Ada could smell the foul stench of blood and carrion down past the next turn…although she had gotten used to that smell by now, it had been etched in her mind since Raccoon. The vicious lickers decapitating their victims, dripping the remains from the ceiling crouch spot. Ada had managed to avoid the R3's ever since she got into this mess, but she guessed that now that she was in their territory they would be slightly harder to contain…that was if they ran into any of them at all…
"Don't move, I'll check ahead." Heatherly purred, not bothering to look back to even see if she was alive. Who did she think she was? Ada was so used to being in charge, so used to being the one who called the shots. But now that the tables were turned…
"Heeeeirgh!"
The ear splicing sound of the R3 was heard from around the corner. Ada dropped to the ground, fumbling for a weapon that could not be found. She only hoped that Heatherly could kill it before it killed her…
*
"Its some kind of research facility," Craig assumed aloud, walking in by himself. He looked around at the overturned tables and chairs that littered the floors. He had begun to get a lonely feeling in the back of his throat, knowing that if by now he still hadn't found Ada that it was probable she was dead. The thought made his heart sink…
The desk in front of him looked as though it had been accessed somehow…he moved over to it, looking it over. After jumping the platform to get into the actual secretarial area, Craig noticed blood on the keyboard of the computer. Craig began to tap his fingers on the desk, pondering what could have happened here. Somehow, human blood had managed to get onto this computer. No one was around, but the blood was still fresh.
"Possible survivors…"
The pure though of it sounded ridiculous. He had seen the overturned trucks and the decimated cable cars. After a few hours of searching, Craig had realized two things. One, there had been two cable cars that crashed. The first slipped off the underwater tracks and broke the railing, forcing itself onto this island. This in effect made their ride a little less desirable, sending them indefinitely onto the same crash course. And two, the trucks had belonged to some type of Umbrella team. After searching the bodies of a few of the dead in the area, Craig had been able to come up with an infiltration schedule, a map, two half clips, a small pistol and a keycard. He had pocketed the keycard and map and ditched the schedule. The clips and pistol, Craig had decided, would be of serious help to him. He kept them.
The monitor was off, so Craig decided that he should leave it that way. There was no reason to look at the computer system, as he already had a map. Taking the initiative to search from the lowest level up, Craig headed over to the small personal elevator in the corner of the room. Passing a few bodies of dead researchers, Craig tapped the call buttons and almost immediately the elevator door opened. This meant that the last person who used the elevator had come upstairs…maybe they had been running from something…
He stepped in the elevator still wondering why all the scientists, infected and some not, had bullet holes directly through their heads as if they had all been some type of target…
*
The sound of bullets and the R3 screaming to its death gave Ada a hint of hope. Somehow Heatherly had managed to down the creature. She heard footsteps heading in her direction, so she quickly threw herself to her feet and straightened up. Heatherly looked gladly at her, giving her a quick smile.
"Here, I see you're unarmed." Heatherly handed Ada the heavy Magnum… "I'm a better knife than shot, so this will be more use to you than me. Take it," she put it in Ada's hand, closing her palm around it, "I really hope that we can get out of this. I want to see a beach, or palm trees or something. This isn't how I want to die. We'll get out of this. I promise"
This small and meaningless speech caught Ada off guard. Why in the hell would this woman actually want to help her? Unless she was different from the rest of those soldier fools. Unless she actually had a heart. Maybe this Heatherly girl was different. Maybe she actually liked her…