Author's Note: It's short and sweet to hold out for his next solo scene.
Rating: For right now, PG-13... approaching R...
Continuity: The day after... the, er, night in Raccoon City in RE2.
The Day After... By: Carmen Kara Wayne
Chapter Three
She was lickable, Demon concluded as he shuffled through the crawlspace he'd used once before to escape the jail. He could hear her gunfire hitting it's target, and also missing it and ricocheting bullets off metal lockers and walls. Demon figured if Angel lived, he'd "play" with her like he played with all of his honeys. Oh, she may be just like them—that hair, those eyes—but there was something that trapped him to her. The others would scream, cry, and occasionally struggle and scratch... but she thrust a gun in his face and actually physically fought with him. She was playing hard to get and he loved it. But she kicked him in the nuts, the bitch... the tantalizing bitch...
He didn't like the zombie thing. Such a nuisance. But on the other hand, they brought him Angel. Demon and Angel. He loved that.
When Demon ended up at a hole in the crawlspace, he grinned because it dropped out onto a stone catwalk that encircled the entire courtyard. He dropped down and jogged around for the door he knew was on the other side, when he stopped. Through the glass wall he and Angel had been past, he watched as the tongue-thing crashed inside a facilities elevator and the doors snapped shut. And there Angel was, not even scratched! The nerve, she had to earn Demon's special treatment.
So, Demon did what Demon always did best and fired three shots across the glass wall with his rifle, completely crashing the entire wall. The zombies, who had been beating at the glass for Angel's meat groaned almost in unison and what Demon assumed glee of sorts and reached for her. They went for her, and they were fast. At least the ones not as torn up from being chomped on in the feeding frenzy prior. There was a twitch of excitement and Demon's yearning to watch her fight her way out of it, but he knew there was something first he had to handle.
SHE had one of her assistants in the station when he was escaping. A little wench named... Janny. Not Jenny, but Janny, he remembered, because he made fun of her for it. And she had the right hair too. Plus, he promised he'd have her before the night was through...
And Janny ain't dead. All those Umbrella fucks are crazy and invincible or something.
Demon had crossed the catwalk and entered through the door, into another bright hallway. In this one, bits and pieces of human laid scattered about, along with one huge skid mark of red clear from under a door at one end, by a flight of descending stairs, all the way around the corner on the other end.
And then, the humming. A childish lullaby from the throat of a woman. Janny had been humming that during his interrogation. There was the clatter of automatic gunfire, drowning out the humming completely, and then it stopped and he heard a wet "slop" hit the white tile. It was just around the corner that the large red mark led. And then the humming continued, confirming his thoughts.
Crazy bitch. No wonder Elana liked 'er. And she just made this a lot fuckin' easier.
And with that, Demon began to whistle the lullaby himself as he reeled around the corner and fired one bullet straight into her stomach while she wasn't prepared. Janny choked out and staggered back, the automatic crashing to the ground. Soon, she fell over and Demon chuckled darkly as he swept over her, a foot on each side of her, and looking down at her through dirty locks of hair. Next to them was the thing that had "slopped" to the ground. A pile of zombie, broken and mushy from her automatic fire, on the ground in a puddle like an ice cream scoop flopped to the floor. Demon could see it was no longer fun for Janny. Her eyes were now wide with shock and fear. That just made him so much more excited about what was coming.
"Hiya, Janny." A snicker fell out of his mouth as he backed up, reached down and grabbed her feet. He began to pull her for a door that he recalled being a janitor's closet. "Lemme show ya how BEST to plug a hole in the stomach, honey-bear. It's quite easy and fun! Well... for ME anyway."
Rating: For right now, PG-13... approaching R...
Continuity: The day after... the, er, night in Raccoon City in RE2.
The Day After... By: Carmen Kara Wayne
Chapter Three
She was lickable, Demon concluded as he shuffled through the crawlspace he'd used once before to escape the jail. He could hear her gunfire hitting it's target, and also missing it and ricocheting bullets off metal lockers and walls. Demon figured if Angel lived, he'd "play" with her like he played with all of his honeys. Oh, she may be just like them—that hair, those eyes—but there was something that trapped him to her. The others would scream, cry, and occasionally struggle and scratch... but she thrust a gun in his face and actually physically fought with him. She was playing hard to get and he loved it. But she kicked him in the nuts, the bitch... the tantalizing bitch...
He didn't like the zombie thing. Such a nuisance. But on the other hand, they brought him Angel. Demon and Angel. He loved that.
When Demon ended up at a hole in the crawlspace, he grinned because it dropped out onto a stone catwalk that encircled the entire courtyard. He dropped down and jogged around for the door he knew was on the other side, when he stopped. Through the glass wall he and Angel had been past, he watched as the tongue-thing crashed inside a facilities elevator and the doors snapped shut. And there Angel was, not even scratched! The nerve, she had to earn Demon's special treatment.
So, Demon did what Demon always did best and fired three shots across the glass wall with his rifle, completely crashing the entire wall. The zombies, who had been beating at the glass for Angel's meat groaned almost in unison and what Demon assumed glee of sorts and reached for her. They went for her, and they were fast. At least the ones not as torn up from being chomped on in the feeding frenzy prior. There was a twitch of excitement and Demon's yearning to watch her fight her way out of it, but he knew there was something first he had to handle.
SHE had one of her assistants in the station when he was escaping. A little wench named... Janny. Not Jenny, but Janny, he remembered, because he made fun of her for it. And she had the right hair too. Plus, he promised he'd have her before the night was through...
And Janny ain't dead. All those Umbrella fucks are crazy and invincible or something.
Demon had crossed the catwalk and entered through the door, into another bright hallway. In this one, bits and pieces of human laid scattered about, along with one huge skid mark of red clear from under a door at one end, by a flight of descending stairs, all the way around the corner on the other end.
And then, the humming. A childish lullaby from the throat of a woman. Janny had been humming that during his interrogation. There was the clatter of automatic gunfire, drowning out the humming completely, and then it stopped and he heard a wet "slop" hit the white tile. It was just around the corner that the large red mark led. And then the humming continued, confirming his thoughts.
Crazy bitch. No wonder Elana liked 'er. And she just made this a lot fuckin' easier.
And with that, Demon began to whistle the lullaby himself as he reeled around the corner and fired one bullet straight into her stomach while she wasn't prepared. Janny choked out and staggered back, the automatic crashing to the ground. Soon, she fell over and Demon chuckled darkly as he swept over her, a foot on each side of her, and looking down at her through dirty locks of hair. Next to them was the thing that had "slopped" to the ground. A pile of zombie, broken and mushy from her automatic fire, on the ground in a puddle like an ice cream scoop flopped to the floor. Demon could see it was no longer fun for Janny. Her eyes were now wide with shock and fear. That just made him so much more excited about what was coming.
"Hiya, Janny." A snicker fell out of his mouth as he backed up, reached down and grabbed her feet. He began to pull her for a door that he recalled being a janitor's closet. "Lemme show ya how BEST to plug a hole in the stomach, honey-bear. It's quite easy and fun! Well... for ME anyway."