Yeaaaaah another update! How quick I am this month eh ^__^ don't hold your breath for the next one though.
Again I don't own resident evil or Hunk L sad that....I do own Naomi and Alabama though, so be nice and no stealing.
Writing this I realised that Umbrella is a really funny word, just look at it, it's so weird isn't it?!
Er yeh I'd like to thank all the nice people that have reviewed this fic and even sent me e-mails that's so nice of you guys ^__^ me like stuffs like that ^_^
Hereeeeeeeeeeees chapter 9!
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No way. This guy has to be lying. Hunk....Kill children? Rape a woman? No...I can't believe....The footsteps are getting closer, Hunks getting closer...No. Shit I don't know what to think now. I wish we left stupid Alabama in that ally way then I wouldn't have to be feeling like this right now. But on the other hand if Alabama didn't tell me this, then if hunk really is capable of hurting me, I would have been taken by surprise....damn it I don't know! How could he...How could he do that? Or am I just kidding myself. I know what he is....what he can do. I know he's killed people before...He doesn't care about anyone except himself and Umbrella....Actually, I don't think he even cares too much about himself, probably just cares that his mission gets completed. I just made myself believe that he could be someone...something else. Be a good man....no I know that he is! When I look into his eyes, it might be hard to see at first but I just know that he can be a good man, a kind man...gentle...or he's a psycho mass murderer. No, I know that he's a murderer...He does all of Umbrella's dirty work. He probably did kill that family because Umbrella ordered it so...or if he Alabama's lying, and Hunk didn't kill them...he would have. Because he was told to. But then why is he helping me now? Why is he being so kind to me...What can I do that would help him? I just get in his way, I slow him down, I whine and annoy him. There's nothing I do that is helping him in any way, I'm expendable. He should have just killed me the moment he realised I had no real use to him...I understand that now, why he's so weird with me. He doesn't want to get close to me because he should have killed me...Wait that means this guy Alabama should kill me...maybe that's what he wants! Maybe he wants me to trust him, to be on his side, and then he'll use me and kill me! Or...maybe he really does want to protect me...to protect me from Hunk...or maybe it's Hunk that wants to protect me from Alabama. Hunk did say we should have left Alabama in that ally way...He might have been thinking that Alabama would hurt me, so it would be best to leave him there...or he might have been thinking that if we picked up Alabama, Alabama would be able to tell me all about what kind of guy Hunk really is...oh god I don't know! I'm so confused! Who can I trust?
"Look he's coming back....Don't tell him a thing about what we talked about ok? That way he won't flip out...." Alabama gently squeezes my hand....I didn't even realise that he was holding it...I just nod. I don't know what to do yet....
"Alabama....see you've waked up..." I didn't notice Hunk walk in. He looks at Alabama's hand on mine, then glares at Alabama. I'm happy I wasn't on the receiving end of that look...scary. Hunks dumped a load of medical shit on the table. To be honest I couldn't care less about it now, I'm just so confused and my heads spinning. I want to burst out crying but I can't because Hunk will ask why I'm upset, and then....I don't know. I just don't know!
"Hunk....I'd thank you for you help, but I think I owe it all to Naomi here..." Alabama smiles at me, I just strain another smile. I'm getting quite good at faking smiles now...Hunk doesn't look at all happy. He's got that horrible face on him at the moment, the one he has when he's killing stuff...the one Alabama mentioned...I got used to it, I even started to quite like it, thought it made him look sexy...Dangerous sexy, the bad boy...but now I'm scared. I never truly linked it with anything. True, I knew what kind of things he must have done for Umbrella, but...how can I put this? It just didn't seem real, none of this seems real actually. Just one big fantasy. But it is real. Reality just hit me hard in the face again, just like it did when we left the hotel. Hunk's look is aimed at Alabama...or is it for me? I look away, I'm too scared to look him in the face. I pull my hand away from Alabama's, I think its making Hunk mad....Or, is Alabama going to get mad now because I pulled away? Oh god what am I gonna do?! I could be stuck in this fucked up town with my knight in shining armour and a complete psycho, or...just two psychos! Maybe they've planned this all along! Maybe this is what they always do! Get some poor girl to trust in one of them, play her off each other, then just when she thinks she's gonna get saved, turn around a reveal that they are both in on it together then gang rape her or something!
"Naomi...are you ok? You look pale...Here, look at me." Its hunk, he's taken my chin and made me face him. That horrible looks gone in him now, replaced with his normal look...it's not normal, like a statue really but it's what's normal for him. Can he feel me shaking? Will he figure out that Alabama's told me the truth about him...if it is the truth? Is he gonna flip out? I can't tell, I can't see anything in his face anymore. Before, I was able to see that he cared in his eyes, I could always tell by just looking in his eyes no matter what he was saying, sometimes it was hard to see if he did care, but if I looked hard enough I could see it...But now I know all this...was it just an act? An act to make me trust him? An act to make me....
"I....I'm...I'm fine..." I can hear the fear in my voice, I tried so hard to act normal but it hasn't worked. I think he looks a little sad. He knows I'm scared...scared of him.
"We were just talking about what's happened here...Naomi got a little upset...didn't you?" I nod. Hunks still staring at me, he's still got me facing him, but I'm not looking at him. I'm staring at the medical crap on the table...Alabama picks up a box of tablets and take's a couple out....
"These are good...see you've already helped yourself Hunk. Mind if I take a couple? No...of course not..." Hunk isn't even listening to Alabama, he's ignoring him.
"I'm going to clean up that wound on your head Naomi..." Hunks let go of my face and has started to open up some of the medial boxes...I can't look at him...I can't even look at Alabama....
"How'd you hurt your head?" Its Alabama, he's lent over, trying to see where I'm hurt. Can he also see that I'm shaking? Do they even notice...?
"She hit it on a wall...don't crowd her." Hunk's snapping at Alabama, like he does with me when he's a little angry....but with Alabama it's different. It's more...harsh.
"We both did the same first aid course. I can help...Would you like me to help Naomi?" Oh god he's asking me a question...what should I say...yes? Then would Hunk get mad...or no...then would he get mad? And if he's the real psycho, then he'd go crazy...and if I do let him help and Hunks the psycho, then Hunk will go crazy and....shit I'm going round in circles here!
"I wouldn't want to bother you....either of you. I'm fine really..." There, I told them both I'm fine. I don't need help, that way I don't piss off either of them...unless they will get offended that I don't want their help and...agh not again!
"You need that wound cleaned, you can't reach it yourself. I'll do it." Hunks right, I can't reach it myself, and it does need to be cleaned. I dread to think what kinda germs I've got on my head at the moment...And if a zombie splattered on my head then...ick I don't want to think about that. I'm staring at the floor at the moment, shoes, tiles, anything, anything to avoid looking them in the eye...I'm so scared I want to run away, but if I do they will follow! Then they'd ask why I ran away and what the hell am I supposed to say? Oh sorry, you've saved my life but I'm so scared of you I can't look you in the eye? And if I ran away, I'd be alone in this city with all these monsters, I wouldn't stand a chance! I can't even shoot straight! I can't hit a stationary target...let alone a moving one! I just wish this was a nightmare....I wish I could wake up and everything would be back to normal...
"Ow...coulda warned me..." Hunk just dumped a load of stingy stuff on my head, I know its good for me but why the hell does it have to hurt so much? Those two seconds of pain almost made me forget...made me forget about how I'm feeling right now...what's happening right now...but those two seconds of pain also reminded me how real this is, this isn't a dream. It's reality. Hunk mumbled an apology...I couldn't really hear him...
"Apologising now are we? You surprise me once again...Does she need stitches?" Alabama obviously doesn't like Hunk...and Hunk obviously doesn't like Alabama. Well they hate each other...I can tell, just by the way they talk to each other...it really is damned obvious...and that's why I cant trust them!
"No." Hunk sighs, one of impatience. I can feel the tension between these two guys...ow more stingy stuff on my head...Maybe I should leave them alone for a bit...I could go to the toilet or something, then they can battle it out? The good guy always wins right? No...wait...the good guy always gets beat at the start of the films...only at the end does he beat the baddie...god is this the beginning? Or the end....What the hell am I talking about? This isn't a film! Its real life! Film rules don't apply! God I'm being stupid going round in circles like this. I've survived this long with Hunk and according to Alabama he's supposed to be some kind of psycho, but if he really was wouldn't he have done something to me by now? My instincts tell me that they are both ok....I should stop being so childish and pull myself together....but I can't stop shaking...
"There. All done. Take two of these, you don't need stitches after all..." Hunk's shoved a couple of pills under my nose. I hate pill's...I can never swallow them, I just hope they don't make me throw up...There's an uneasy silence now, Hunk's lit a cigarette but he didn't offer one to Alabama, I know he smokes too cos I could smell it on him when he was talking to me...
"I....I'm....gonna go clean up....and stuff...." I pick up my bag and gun as I leave the room, I don't wait for an answer from Hunk or Alabama, I don't even look at them, I just walk straight out the door and into the corridor. There's a sign for the toilets near the stairs, women's, men's and a disabled toilet...I take a quick peak in the women's but it's just a row of cubicles. Cubicles means there could be a zombie...or worse hiding in there. I'll take the disabled toilet thank you. I can hear murmurs from the room Hunk and Alabama are in...They're probably talking about me now...I can't hear what they are saying...I don't think I really want to know...I look like hell. Well that hasn't been that unusual for the past few days...I brought some of those stupid wipes that cost a bomb with me...It says it will cleanse and tone my skin and gently moisturise...the rest of the sticker is ripped. Basically it will clean the gunk off my face while helping to keep my skin pretty by making me spend money on something that I really don't need. Humm...it's made by umbrella. I bet it burns my face off. Well ok so I've used these all my life, but now I know that they're made by umbrella, whose to say that they haven't been putting in some kind of mind altering drug or something, a drug to make you buy more umbrella pharmaceuticals?! Yeh, ok I am seriously going crazy. Hey I'm allowed to go just a little bit insane here aren't I! Damn, it feels good to be clean again, ok semi clean, my face feels clean, just nothing else...I wish the water was working, what I would give for a nice warm shower right now...My headaches starting to disappear, those pills I took must be working....I bet they were made by Umbrella as well...hell nearly every medicine I have ever taken in my life has been made by Umbrella. My whole bathroom was full of Umbrella products....its just dawned on me how much of a hold Umbrella has on this world. They have a million and one products and I can guarantee you that there is at least one Umbrella product in every house in the world....ok maybe not every house but just about. What's going to happen when I get out of raccoon city? I have to tell people about Umbrella....but Umbrellas so big...they'll probably kill me...or put me into some dungeon somewhere or even worse...experiment on me! No stop this, I'm scaring myself again, if I carry on like this I'm going to have a mental breakdown. I have to be more like Hunk, focus on one goal. Just keep going no matter what, don't stop to think, just keep running. My situation here pales in comparison as to what's going to happen after racoon city, what's going to happen to the world. If this virus gets out of Raccoon City and starts to infect the rest of America....you can bet my cute ass that the rest of the world will be a goner as well. Shit what was Umbrella thinking when they made this virus?? How could it be of any help to them? How could they even think it would be of any help to the world? Money I guess...it's usually always about money...although I did hear that the top big daddies of the company were very very very crazy. Maybe they were just power hungry...Wait...what am I going to do once I get out of here? Where am I going to go? Hunk will go back to Umbrella, and if I leave with him, that means I go back to Umbrella too! Is that a good thing? Somehow I doubt that, they are probably going to put me into some experiment, a survivor programme or something. Probably do loads of tests on me to see if I caught any viruses or if I've somehow made a vaccine all by myself! What's Hunk going to do with me? Is he going to let me go when we get to the edge of the city? Let me make a run for it...or will he take me back to Umbrella with him...is he going to lie about me? Just say I'm a survivor, that I didn't use to work for them, and that I know nothing. Or will he be the loyal soldier and tell them everything I know! If he does that they'll kill me for sure...Oh god I so haven't thought this through! I've been kidding myself all along! In my mind I had this pretty little picture all set up, just like in the movies, the hero and heroine ride off into the sunset together and live happily ever after, but that's bullshit isn't it. I have to stop thinking my life is a film. I have to grow up, this is reality. What am I going to do? If I left now, I'd die...if I leave with Hunk and Alabama I'll have a chance, but who knows what will happen when we get out of this city...hell that's IF we get out. I wish my dad was here, he'd know what to do...but he isn't, and wont ever be again...Shit now I'm crying again, I've been trying not to think about my dad, cos the moment I do I just start crying all over again. I have to get out of this city, dad wanted me too! I'll do whatever it takes to get out of this damned city, even if it does mean falling back into the hands of Umbrella! I'll just have to cross that bridge when I come to it, if Hunk and Alabama do take me back to Umbrella, and they decide to do scary experiments on me, I'll just have to escape won't I? I'm a smart girl, I've survived this long here, I think I can handle a multi-billion-squillion dollar corporation...Yeah right. I'm kidding myself...I don't think Hunk would hand me over to umbrella with out a fight, he'd stick up for me a bit...wouldn't he? Yeah...I'm sure he will, he'll probably tell them I'm a loyal employee or something, and I was very helpful in making his mission a success! Hell they might even give me a medal!!! Imagine that...I've never won anything in my life...I think I'm kidding myself again. I don't know what to do. Right now, I could climb out of the toilet window and try to escape by myself, or I can go back to Hunk and Alabama, two very experienced soldiers. God...and I made that promise to Hunk...Ok I could break it, I mean he was asleep at the time, he didn't hear me say I would stay with him...But I'd know I've broken it. I'd get out of this stupid city, go make myself a nice new life in some cute little town somewhere, and everyday I would think, he's alone again. I'd never even be able to find him again either...I don't even know his real name. Why does he have such a problem with that? Why can't he just tell me...maybe it's been programmed into him for so long now, not to give it out to anyone? Perhaps it's so personal to him that he just can't tell me it, maybe it's the only thing he has in this world that's truly his? If I was him I wouldn't give that up easily...How long have I been in here? My watch says nearly fifteen minutes....damn have I been staring into this mirror for that long? I wonder why Hunk hasn't come to check on me yet? ...I can trust him, I just have too. I've trusted him this far...even when he lied to me...Those few moments we've shared together tell me that I can trust him. On first impressions I can trust Alabama too....but then trusting him means that Hunk is dangerous....and trusting Hunk could then mean an early end for me...I'm not going to win here...I could just climb out that window and escape on my own, but I'm not stupid, I know I'll never survive on my own out there, especially with that nemesis thing...I just have to trust them both, of course be on my guard but...just get on with it. Just keep running. Damn I sound like Forest Gump. Ahh I haven't seen that in a while, I'm smiling, and this ones a real smile, I'm not faking it...I have to get back to those two...who knows they might have killed each other, but I haven't heard anything dramatic yet so hopefully they aren't bashing each other over their heads yet...With my gun in my hand and my bag on my back I set back out into the corridor, back into the nightmare. How poetic of me! More like pathetic....I heard a smash...A window breaking just at the top of the stairs...Shit...I can't hear anything else though...maybe a bird hit the window or something. Yeh, or something. There's some kind of goop on the floor....its see through...like saliva...should I scream? No, whatever's here hasn't jumped out yet, screaming might make it pounce on me....Just keep on walking back to Hunk....He'll help. He'll know what to do...Alabama's there too? Why do I think of Hunk first....Shit this isn't the time to be thinking of that, there's something here...I can feel it watching me. I can hear it now...breathing...its raspy, like its lungs are filled with water or....oh no. It's that thing that killed John back at the office! The brain thing! I can hear it, it's on the ceiling behind me, its suckers on its feet making that horrible noise, but it's not attacking me yet, it's...it's toying with me! I pick up the pace and head for the family room. It's following me close behind...Hunk and Alabama are arguing about something but I can't make out what, I can hardly hear a thing, my hearts beating in my ears so fast. I can't stand it anymore, I know when I run its going to flick out that tongue and catch me, but I just have to run. I'm too scared not too. Its breathing is getting heavier, faster...and closer! Hunk and Alabama have got louder as well! If I scream will they hear me? I'm so close to the doors now...I can't help it. I have to run.