It was so cold... Yoko Suzuki shivered uncontrollably on the cold, lumpy bed. Several days ago some men from umbrella invaded her home and took her. They had interrogated her about the Raccoon city incident, so they obviously werent Umbrella. The young Asian girl felt tears in her eyes, she missed her family and wanted to leave. A knock sounded at her door, Yoko wearily stumbled up and looked at the source. The guard was standing there,
"Well girl, its showtime..." He grinned darkly. "We got something new planned for you." Yoko grimaced and in defeat, walked towards the door. The guard unlocked the cell and held an arm out, in a 'ladies first' fashion. Yoko scoffed as she passed him, BAM! Yoko fell to the floor, she wearily turned to the guard, he shrugged
"Sorry dear, but you probably wont be in any mood to cooperate..." His voice trailed off as Yoko passed into unconciousness.
meanwhile...
David groggily opened his eyes, holy shit his head hurt! He looked around, he was in his truck. In the driver seat was Kevin who by now was equally groggy. Kevin glanced in his direction and yawned loudly.
"G'morning sunshine." Kevin said chuckling. David scowled and rubbed his head,
"Oh my head...what the hell happened?" David winced, it hurt to talk. Kevin glanced in his direction again and sighed.
"We went to the house, and those guys attacked us, we capped them, and then that James Bond lookin fella..." Kevin's voiced trailed off. "I remember now," David stated. He had vivid flashbacks of that strange man in the glasses who survied that entire machine gun clip and then grabbed his threw him accross the room, the memory of see everything spin and then it all go to black. Then he remember when that man grabbed his wrist, the memory brought pain flashing into his forearm. His arm had a large welt forming around his arm. Kevin looked at him and frowned.
"You must feel like hell," Kevin said reaching into his pocket with a free hand, "Here take some of these." Kevin tossed David a small bottle. Asprin. David looked skeptically at the former cop.
"Why do you carry painkillers around?" the question made Kevin look around nervously,
"Well I uh...have chronic migrane problems!" Kevin said hastily. David scoffed as put two pills into his mouth, "More like hangovers..." Kevin grunted and looked at David, who was nursing his bruise. THe ex-officer kept driving sneaking in glances at David, the lack of coversation was killing him.
"So, after those painkillers kick in you wanna drive, I've been driving for about 5 hours," David nodded simply. Kevin frowned and kept driving. Kevin inhaled and tryed again.
"Who were those guys?" Kevin held his breath waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, they were too professional to be petty theives." David said grimly, Kevin nodded in agreement, before an idea ran through his mind.
"You don't think that it had anything to do with what happened in Racoon do you?" David's eyes widened. "Well then they might be after Cindy, and everybody else!" David growled. Kevin nodded seriously and spun the car around.
"C'mon," he said. "There was a pay phone a few miles back, we can call everybody from there," David grunted in agreement. With that, the duo sped off.
Los Angles California...
Jim Chapman yawmed with ease. He was very much set for life, thanks to those dudes from that weird company, he had more than enough cash to live the rest of his life. All he had to worry about now was when he could see the Lakers play and which car was the best, but still he was bothered by the fact that he had told those dudes so much. He was beginning to feel worried about the other survivors and decided right there that maybe he should see how they were doin,
'alright a road trip, bitchin!' he thought to himself, he was ready to go get packed and drive on out and pay a visit to his friends. 'Right after the Lakers game!' Jim thought to himself...
Back in Miami...
"Hey Cin! You got a phone call!" Cindy's turned and looked to the telephone hanging from the wire, she hastily went to the receiver and picked it up,
"Hello, this is Cindy may I help you?" Cindy asked politely.
"Cindy? You have to listen to me right now!" A raspy voice blarred from the other end, Cindy immediatly recognized it as David's.
"David? Is that you?" Cindy asked puzzled. "Yes its me! Listen right now, you have to get out of the city right now ther-" Cindy yelped as the phone shattered and the receiver dropped to the ground, she jerked her head toward the front door, standing there was a man holding a revovler. He was tall, and had blonde hair, there was also a horrible streak of blood running down his face, concealed by damaged sunglasses. He smirked
"I missed." He said casually. "But I won't this time." Cindy's eyes widened in fear, when another gunshot rang out, her attacker jerked his head quickly and then glared to his right. The man in the trechcoat was holding a handgun.
"Long time no see Wesker!" He smirked, which caused great anger to "Wesker".
"Redfield!" Wesker spat, scowling. Redfield snorted in response, and flung off his trenchcoat. He was armed to the teeth, wearing a bullet proof vest, and with all kinds of guns strapped to his body. He fired his handgun off and hit Wesker in the hand, who's revovler went flying.
"Did you miss me?" he asked casually. Wesker grunted, and cracked his knuckles "Well Chris, you never did know enough to take every situation seriously..." Wesker's voice trailed off. Chris nodded and quickly unloaded his handgun, aiming at Wesker. What happened next was shocking. Wesker spun to his right and in a Matrix style, sprinted along the walls, pieces of the wall ripping up not far behind him. Wesker bent his knees and spun off the wall like a corkscrew, colliding with Chris's chest, who flew through the air crashing into a liquor shelf behind the counter, wine and liquor splattered everywhere as the soldier sunk to the floor. Cindy screamed and hastefully looked for an escape route. Wesker anticipated this and walked over to the front of the door.
"Your finished now my dear," Wesker stated, Cindy darted her head around nervously looking for a weapon. "You are going to die here so lets just make it quick and easy." Cindy noticed something move out of the corner of her eye and smiled with relief. Chris had rosen from the pile of broken glass armed with an assault rifle. He grinned at Wesker
"See ya," Wesker looked blankly at Chris.
"Shit..." Wesker was thrown against the wall as the assault rifle rattled off bullets, all of them jamming into Wesker's quaking frame. The clip ran empty and Wesker slumped over, for the second time today, Chris briefly examined his downed foe and leapt over the table and looked to Cindy.
"C'mon we gotta get outta here now!" Cindy cautiously crept out from her hiding place, Chris grabbed her by the arm and drug her out the door, he ran to his sports car and jumped into the drivers seat. When Cindy got in, he started the ignition,
"Buckle up, its gonna be a bumpy ride." Cindy did so, and as Chris just started the car Wesker leapt through the window, sprinting full speed after the car. Chris grimaced and hit the accelerator hard. The car was going very quickly down the highway with Wesker still hot in pursuit. Cindy kept stealing glances behind her.
"Whats going on!?" Cindy shouted in fear, "How'd that man survive that!? And how is he able to keep up with us!?" Chris grimaced and reached under the driver's seat, he pulled out a sawed off shotgun.
"Take the wheel! I'll slow him down!" Chris said quickly. He hopped into the backseat and Cindy slid into the driver seat, she slowed down briefly before Chris sternly told her to speed up. She swirved and dodged various cars and obstacles all the while the rythmic blast of a shotgun from the backseat. 'David please be okay...' she thought to herself.
Back with David and Kevin...
David flipped the knife out, he swung the knife around, quickly unleashing a flurry of slashes and stabs then returning to fighting stance, he need to do SOMETHING to forget about the situation. He was to caught up in his rythmic dance to notice Kevin step out of the gas station holding a beer he leaned against the car and took a sip of the beer.
"You wanna relax Mr. Ninja?" David stopped and glarred at Kevin. "I'm sure Cindy is-" David grabbed Kevin by the shirt and glarred daggers at Kevin.
"Listen to me you fucking alcholic..." David spat. "I heard a FUCKING gunshot and then a SCREAM! Now you think that Cindy is okay? SHE'S DEAD!! AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO ABOUT IT! I HAD TO SIT THERE AND LISTEN TO SOMEBODY SHOOT HER! SO DON'T SAY SHE'S OKAY!" There was a long pause, Kevin was wide eyed. David dropped the stunned officer and turned away, looking into the distance. Kevin opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"...I'm sorry," David uttered, his voice slightly choked. Kevin winced, a wave of guilt spilling over him. "It's all right man...really I deserved it." Kevin was disgusted with himself, he threw the beer can aside, not feeling like drinking,
"...I kind of want to be alone right now..." David said under his breath. "All right...I'll make some phone calls then...maybe some of the others will let us stay with them." David didn't show much response and just kept looking at the sky. 'Cindy why did you die...' was all David could think of at the time, he truly hoped Cindy was still alive but knew he'd have to face the truth soon enough...
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bob: Boo hoo! Very cheesy yes but I wanted to signal that this was the pairing I was hinting at, so sowwy to all Kevin/David(Cannibal Jello this goes out to you!) and Allyssa/David fans. So I guess I'l see yeh next time!
"Well girl, its showtime..." He grinned darkly. "We got something new planned for you." Yoko grimaced and in defeat, walked towards the door. The guard unlocked the cell and held an arm out, in a 'ladies first' fashion. Yoko scoffed as she passed him, BAM! Yoko fell to the floor, she wearily turned to the guard, he shrugged
"Sorry dear, but you probably wont be in any mood to cooperate..." His voice trailed off as Yoko passed into unconciousness.
meanwhile...
David groggily opened his eyes, holy shit his head hurt! He looked around, he was in his truck. In the driver seat was Kevin who by now was equally groggy. Kevin glanced in his direction and yawned loudly.
"G'morning sunshine." Kevin said chuckling. David scowled and rubbed his head,
"Oh my head...what the hell happened?" David winced, it hurt to talk. Kevin glanced in his direction again and sighed.
"We went to the house, and those guys attacked us, we capped them, and then that James Bond lookin fella..." Kevin's voiced trailed off. "I remember now," David stated. He had vivid flashbacks of that strange man in the glasses who survied that entire machine gun clip and then grabbed his threw him accross the room, the memory of see everything spin and then it all go to black. Then he remember when that man grabbed his wrist, the memory brought pain flashing into his forearm. His arm had a large welt forming around his arm. Kevin looked at him and frowned.
"You must feel like hell," Kevin said reaching into his pocket with a free hand, "Here take some of these." Kevin tossed David a small bottle. Asprin. David looked skeptically at the former cop.
"Why do you carry painkillers around?" the question made Kevin look around nervously,
"Well I uh...have chronic migrane problems!" Kevin said hastily. David scoffed as put two pills into his mouth, "More like hangovers..." Kevin grunted and looked at David, who was nursing his bruise. THe ex-officer kept driving sneaking in glances at David, the lack of coversation was killing him.
"So, after those painkillers kick in you wanna drive, I've been driving for about 5 hours," David nodded simply. Kevin frowned and kept driving. Kevin inhaled and tryed again.
"Who were those guys?" Kevin held his breath waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, they were too professional to be petty theives." David said grimly, Kevin nodded in agreement, before an idea ran through his mind.
"You don't think that it had anything to do with what happened in Racoon do you?" David's eyes widened. "Well then they might be after Cindy, and everybody else!" David growled. Kevin nodded seriously and spun the car around.
"C'mon," he said. "There was a pay phone a few miles back, we can call everybody from there," David grunted in agreement. With that, the duo sped off.
Los Angles California...
Jim Chapman yawmed with ease. He was very much set for life, thanks to those dudes from that weird company, he had more than enough cash to live the rest of his life. All he had to worry about now was when he could see the Lakers play and which car was the best, but still he was bothered by the fact that he had told those dudes so much. He was beginning to feel worried about the other survivors and decided right there that maybe he should see how they were doin,
'alright a road trip, bitchin!' he thought to himself, he was ready to go get packed and drive on out and pay a visit to his friends. 'Right after the Lakers game!' Jim thought to himself...
Back in Miami...
"Hey Cin! You got a phone call!" Cindy's turned and looked to the telephone hanging from the wire, she hastily went to the receiver and picked it up,
"Hello, this is Cindy may I help you?" Cindy asked politely.
"Cindy? You have to listen to me right now!" A raspy voice blarred from the other end, Cindy immediatly recognized it as David's.
"David? Is that you?" Cindy asked puzzled. "Yes its me! Listen right now, you have to get out of the city right now ther-" Cindy yelped as the phone shattered and the receiver dropped to the ground, she jerked her head toward the front door, standing there was a man holding a revovler. He was tall, and had blonde hair, there was also a horrible streak of blood running down his face, concealed by damaged sunglasses. He smirked
"I missed." He said casually. "But I won't this time." Cindy's eyes widened in fear, when another gunshot rang out, her attacker jerked his head quickly and then glared to his right. The man in the trechcoat was holding a handgun.
"Long time no see Wesker!" He smirked, which caused great anger to "Wesker".
"Redfield!" Wesker spat, scowling. Redfield snorted in response, and flung off his trenchcoat. He was armed to the teeth, wearing a bullet proof vest, and with all kinds of guns strapped to his body. He fired his handgun off and hit Wesker in the hand, who's revovler went flying.
"Did you miss me?" he asked casually. Wesker grunted, and cracked his knuckles "Well Chris, you never did know enough to take every situation seriously..." Wesker's voice trailed off. Chris nodded and quickly unloaded his handgun, aiming at Wesker. What happened next was shocking. Wesker spun to his right and in a Matrix style, sprinted along the walls, pieces of the wall ripping up not far behind him. Wesker bent his knees and spun off the wall like a corkscrew, colliding with Chris's chest, who flew through the air crashing into a liquor shelf behind the counter, wine and liquor splattered everywhere as the soldier sunk to the floor. Cindy screamed and hastefully looked for an escape route. Wesker anticipated this and walked over to the front of the door.
"Your finished now my dear," Wesker stated, Cindy darted her head around nervously looking for a weapon. "You are going to die here so lets just make it quick and easy." Cindy noticed something move out of the corner of her eye and smiled with relief. Chris had rosen from the pile of broken glass armed with an assault rifle. He grinned at Wesker
"See ya," Wesker looked blankly at Chris.
"Shit..." Wesker was thrown against the wall as the assault rifle rattled off bullets, all of them jamming into Wesker's quaking frame. The clip ran empty and Wesker slumped over, for the second time today, Chris briefly examined his downed foe and leapt over the table and looked to Cindy.
"C'mon we gotta get outta here now!" Cindy cautiously crept out from her hiding place, Chris grabbed her by the arm and drug her out the door, he ran to his sports car and jumped into the drivers seat. When Cindy got in, he started the ignition,
"Buckle up, its gonna be a bumpy ride." Cindy did so, and as Chris just started the car Wesker leapt through the window, sprinting full speed after the car. Chris grimaced and hit the accelerator hard. The car was going very quickly down the highway with Wesker still hot in pursuit. Cindy kept stealing glances behind her.
"Whats going on!?" Cindy shouted in fear, "How'd that man survive that!? And how is he able to keep up with us!?" Chris grimaced and reached under the driver's seat, he pulled out a sawed off shotgun.
"Take the wheel! I'll slow him down!" Chris said quickly. He hopped into the backseat and Cindy slid into the driver seat, she slowed down briefly before Chris sternly told her to speed up. She swirved and dodged various cars and obstacles all the while the rythmic blast of a shotgun from the backseat. 'David please be okay...' she thought to herself.
Back with David and Kevin...
David flipped the knife out, he swung the knife around, quickly unleashing a flurry of slashes and stabs then returning to fighting stance, he need to do SOMETHING to forget about the situation. He was to caught up in his rythmic dance to notice Kevin step out of the gas station holding a beer he leaned against the car and took a sip of the beer.
"You wanna relax Mr. Ninja?" David stopped and glarred at Kevin. "I'm sure Cindy is-" David grabbed Kevin by the shirt and glarred daggers at Kevin.
"Listen to me you fucking alcholic..." David spat. "I heard a FUCKING gunshot and then a SCREAM! Now you think that Cindy is okay? SHE'S DEAD!! AND THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO ABOUT IT! I HAD TO SIT THERE AND LISTEN TO SOMEBODY SHOOT HER! SO DON'T SAY SHE'S OKAY!" There was a long pause, Kevin was wide eyed. David dropped the stunned officer and turned away, looking into the distance. Kevin opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"...I'm sorry," David uttered, his voice slightly choked. Kevin winced, a wave of guilt spilling over him. "It's all right man...really I deserved it." Kevin was disgusted with himself, he threw the beer can aside, not feeling like drinking,
"...I kind of want to be alone right now..." David said under his breath. "All right...I'll make some phone calls then...maybe some of the others will let us stay with them." David didn't show much response and just kept looking at the sky. 'Cindy why did you die...' was all David could think of at the time, he truly hoped Cindy was still alive but knew he'd have to face the truth soon enough...
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bob: Boo hoo! Very cheesy yes but I wanted to signal that this was the pairing I was hinting at, so sowwy to all Kevin/David(Cannibal Jello this goes out to you!) and Allyssa/David fans. So I guess I'l see yeh next time!