Wow chapter 13. WOW. Thanks to all the new people that reviewed, your reviews spurned me on
Please comment on this chapter, it was kinda hard to write.
More coming soon chapies byseeeeee
Oh yeah Resident evil/Hunk Capcom. Naomi/Alabama me. Sweet.
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What the hell did that Nemesis do to Naomi? Its broken her...she's not herself at all. She's keeping something from me, I can tell. I think she wants to tell me but...something's stopping her.
"Oh god....no..." It's Naomi, I almost don't recognise her voice anymore. It's just a hoarse whisper now...damn that Nemesis. She's lucky though, it could have broken her neck...but she got away. That's twice now she's got away from it. Very lucky... Or, perhaps not. The question is why has it not killed her yet? What kind of hold does she have over it? Something else happened to her when we got separated, but she won't say what. I've asked a couple of times...so has Alabama, but we both get the same response. She shakes her head and starts to cry. Alabama's given up trying to talk to her, he's too impatient. He decided to walk up ahead. I'm glad, it gives me time alone with Naomi...I'm actually surprised he decided to leave us alone. I thought his main objective was driving a wedge between us but...maybe he's given up? Hah, no I doubt that. He's just trying to come up with a new plan I bet...We've just turned into another main road. Into yet another road block. But this time its where some of the local police made a stand. Their corpses line the floor, well, the ones that can't turn into zombies....most have no heads. The police cars are covered in blood and gore...pure carnage. I pretend that sights like this don't affect me....but they do. They always come back, late at night... God damn it, these guys put up a good fight...and died. They stood their ground and their reward was living death. Naomi looks like she's going to throw up...I think Alabama gave her too much to drink. I shouldn't have let her drink at all...but she looked like she needed it. The truth is I did as well. After realizing that she was gone...I don't know what came over me. I just had to find her, no matter what. I kept on thinking about how this endangers my mission...but another voice in side just kept on saying, fuck the mission. Just find her. And I followed that voice. Alabama just wanted to give up, logically, I should have agreed with him, but I made up some bullshit story about how she is the perfect bait...What's worse, is that its true. It's obvious the Nemesis is drawn to her...wherever she goes, it will go. And when Alabama found her first...Damn it, I nearly kicked myself. All I wanted to do was take her in my arms and....no. No damn it no! Can't think like that...shit, Alabama's right. I've got it bad. Naomi's staring at a zombie, its slowly making its way towards us...She has this distant look in her eye, she's looking at the zombie but...it's as if she isn't. She's looking right through on, we have to keep moving..." Now she's staring at one of the patrol cars, it's a particularly messy one...I'm trying to push her forward by placing my hand on her back but she just stumbles alongside me...
"Why did this have to happen...? Why am I the only one alive?" Survivor guilt. A subject I am well versed in. I thought this would happen to her sooner or later. I knew her happy go lucky personality wouldn't win out against this...I just wish she would smile again. Her last smile was for Alabama, and she hasn't smiled since. Jerk. He's spun her all the lines, I'll protect you, I wont let anything hurt you, I promise I wont leave you...then he goes and walks off on his own without a second glance back to her. Granted I know how he feels. Naomi's moving to slow for him, but I'm used to it now. We move fast and Naomi...well, slow doesn't even cover it. But he can't make promises then just walk off like that!
"I don't know Naomi...things just...well happen." It's not a good answer but I can't think of a better one. It's a question I've asked myself over and over again...I can't believe I'm thinking about this, and it's something I was moaning about but, I actually miss her constant chatter. She's just...dead now. So silent. She's asked the odd question here and there, usually the same as the last one but then nothing. She becomes silent again. I think this is another reason why Alabama's walked off, he tried so hard to get her to talk, cracking all these stupid jokes, but she didn't respond. He got tired of her. But me, no, I don't care. If she wants to be silent, then so be it. It's up to her, I'm not going to force her to smile...But, I should at least try to help...Shouldn't I? Should I....put my arm around her? She is walking awfully close to me...I don't know...
"I....I really feel like...eating ice cream....maybe that will make all this go away..." Ice cream? What on earth is she talking about? Hah...it's the old Naomi poking through. She's not as far gone as I thought...good, I'm glad. My arm's around her now, pulling her close...I didn't think I was going to do that, must have done it subconsciously...
"I don't think it'll make all this disappear but...it would be nice for a few minutes eh?" she's giggling a little, I made her smile, not properly but just a little. I wonder what made her change? She's not completely herself but she's getting there...then again...she'll never be her normal self ever again will she? Not after seeing all this...
"I think....I think I'm a little drunk....I'll tell you a secret...back there I drank three of those little tiny weenie bottles of vodka..." She drank that much and she's still standing? Amazing. Although...I think reality has sobered her up quite a bit...
"Your secrets safe with me. Just don't fall over ok?" She's smiling up at me, a big grin, a real smile. God that smile, for a second I thought I'd never see it again...sure she would smile again but...not truly. Not one that seemed to come from deep down inside her. Ha, you know what, I'm reading too much into those smiles of hers...
"I won't...but you'd catch me anyway...right?" she would probably take me down with her as well but...
"Yeah. I would." Alabama's stopped up ahead. He's staring at us...no at me. Fuck him. You know what, I don't care anymore. If he can get away with being all over Naomi then so can I. Anyway, it will be his word against mine when we get back to base. Why the hell was I so worried about all this? He can't do anything here! He's trying to get on Naomi's good side, so he can take her away from me...and I was willing to let him do it without a fight! Hell no. I won't let him. He doesn't deserve her.
"You two took your time..."He looks to me, then Naomi, then me again and then raises his eyebrow...
"She felt a little dizzy. You gave her too much to drink." He just shrugs, and flicks his cigarette on the floor...damn it I almost forgot, I only have a couple left...and I'm itching for one right now...
"Then let's rest up somewhere...that apartment block there." There's an apartment building to our right, no fires, and door looks sturdy enough...I just nod. Naomi's still clinging on to me...I think its making Alabama jealous. You can see it in his face. Yeh well if he was a bit more patient with her then maybe he would be in my position., but I'm glad he isn't. I didn't like how he touched Naomi back in that factory...hugging her when she got upset, I don't want him to hurt her, like all the others....There's zombies in the apartment blocks corridor. Alabama takes out a few and shoves a door open, it wasn't locked...
"Our lucky day. Come on in folks..." Alabama walks straight in, ignoring the on-coming zombies. Naomi's hesitant though, it's almost as if she's stuck to the ground...
"Not locked? Why? Why? What's in there? And what about them?!" I squeeze her arm a little, its just my way of telling her to calm down, that it'll be ok, she understands because she nods and forces her self to breathe. She lets me lead her into the apartment and lock the door behind us. Alabama's already making himself at home...Naomi's walked over to the sofa and dropped down onto it, curling up into a ball...
"Don't fall asleep...we can't stay long..." she just nods at me. She'll probably fall asleep anyway, she's already having trouble keeping her eyes open, hopefully she'll just doze...No, this could be bad news, there's blood on the floor, leading to one of the doors, a bedroom perhaps? I nod at it but Alabama just shrugs. He doesn't care. Idiot. Naomi's eyes are closed, she hasn't noticed the blood stains yet...good. There's no noise coming from the other room so hopefully whatever's in there is dead...The door isn't locked. And I was right, it is a bedroom and there's a corpse slumped on the bed. Another suicide. Like Naomi's father. The guns empty, they must have only had one bullet...Wait, there's a noise coming from the room on the left...I think it's an en-suite bathroom.
"Hello?" Idiot. Why do that? Agh! I'm losing it! What if it was a Hunter or, wait, how could a Hunter get in there? I am losing it...
"Talking to yourself? I'm told that's the first sign of insanity..." He should know. Alabama pokes the body on the bed and checks the gun for ammo like I did.
"There's something behind this door, could be a zombie., but I can't hear any moans so..." Alabama just shrugs and pushes the door open! Damn it I'm not ready! SHIT! Something's just ran out in front of me towards the lounge...Naomi!
"It's a cat. You shit yourself over a cat? What the hells wrong with you? Ha! Man you must be getting senile in your old age..." Alabama's walked back out towards the lounge...
"Crap..." I'm talking to myself. I did shit myself. Over a cat. A stupid cat, and in front of Alabama...Wait, what if it's infected? Naomi's still dozing on the sofa and Alabama's snooping around the room, looking for the cat perhaps? I should too, if it's infected then we'll have to...
"Wha'cha doing?" It's Naomi, she's got one eye open... Her voice has picked up a little bit, well, as much as it can. Her neck is still badly bruised, it seems to get worse every time I look at it, I wish there was something I could give her to help. But, a bruise is a bruise, you can't make them magically go away. I made her take a few pain killers, which I shouldn't have, she has had a lot to drink, but they don't seem to have done her any harm...
"A cat ran out here." She's perked up, smiling...
"A kitty?! Really? Where?!" Now she's looking for the stupid cat, damn I shouldn't let her get too attached to it...
"Here, behind the cabinet.." Alabama's found it, I can hear it now, it's hissing at him...
"Don't scare the poor thing....here kitty come on out, its ok..." Naomi's down on the floor, trying to get the cat out....
"No, Naomi get up, if that cat's infected...." She was just about to put her hand under the cabinet, but she's stopped now....
"Oh....I see....erm......how, do we errr know..." She's got up off the floor again, moved a little closer to me...
"I say we shoot it. Be on the safe side..." Alabama's too concerned with looking behind the cabinet, he didn't see the look on Naomi's face when he said that. We can't kill the cat, it'll upset her. The cat's jumped out and ran to one of the windows, it's scrambling up the curtains, trying to get to a shelf I guess....
"Aww he's scared the poor thing! Can't we keep him?" It would be good for her I guess, having something to look after, get her mind off the situation at hand, and it is making her smile...making her happy...
"Are you crazy? I see where you're coming from Naomi but we really can't keep him! How are we gonna look after him huh? And if he is infected, one scratch and that's it!" Hang on....Alabama's right. For once anyway....I can't believe I was putting Naomi's happiness in front of our safety....Shit. What's wrong with me? Alabama's taking aim, he's going to shoot it on the curtain. Naomi looks like she's going to run in front of the bullet...I've got a hold of her now. She can't get hurt....
"NO Don't! Please! Don't hurt him!" She's holing back the tears, but Alabama's already shot. He's done the right thing. There's no way we could have carried a cat with us. It was a stupid idea. No, I was stupid.
"It was the right thing to do Naomi. It's better for him this way..." Naomi doesn't care what Alabama says. She's not listening, I can tell from the way her muscles in her shoulders have all tightened up. If I don't keep a hold on her she'll pounce on him.
"You bastard! How could you do that? He had as much of a right to survive as I do! As we do! We shoulda saved him! We could have saved him!!!" Alabama's laughed a little but he's stopped now, he didn't realise how much that stupid cat would have meant to Naomi. We had to kill it but...it could have been handled better.
"I'm sorry Naomi....I didn't mean to upset you its just we really couldn't have looked after it. Think about it, the moment we came in contact with some zombies, it would have bolted. What would we do then? Run after a cat?" Naomi's looking at the floor, shaking her head, she knows Alabama's right but....I don't know. I don't really care that the thing is dead but for those few short minutes Naomi liked it. She's lost a lot, her sanity might be the next thing to go...
"Just get out of my face. Please. Just....Just...Fuck off!" Alabama's got a confused look on his face. I nod to him to get out...
"I'll...just go wait in the corridor then...." He's shaking his head as he walks out, there are a few zombies out there to keep him occupied. I've loosened my grip on Naomi's shoulders, she's sobbing now...
"He didn't have to........did he?" I don't know what to say...I'll just stay silent. She's turned round and pressed herself to my chest, she wants me to hold her....I shouldn't...shit I'm getting in too deep with her. But I don't want her to cry...I know that I should turn away, leave her to die here somewhere but, something's stopping me...
"He was right Naomi, we couldn't have kept that cat, and it was probably infected anyway....it wouldn't have been fair on it." She's nodding a little, still sobbing.
"Look...if you're still tired, we can stay here a little longer, you can rest....yeh?" She's shaking her head again..
"Naomi...are you sure you're ok? Apart from the cat...If there's something bothering you, you can tell me, you know that right?" She's giving me a funny look now, she doesn't know how to take me. I can see how I've confused her so far, one minute I'm so stand-offish, the next I'm playing the caring hero...I need to make up my mind, for my sake...and hers...
"I...I know. I'm ok...please...don't worry about me. I'll be ok....I was just upset about the cat...I've always wanted one really...." She's faking a smile. Hasn't she realised that I can tell the fake ones from the real ones? I don't want her to fake a smile and tell me its ok, I want her to tell me the truth...I can't stand back anymore...but...I can't tell her how I ....I....I don't know. Shit.
"Naomi...you're doing well. You've been really brave....I'm proud of you, you've come a long way since I met you...." Shit. That isn't what I want to say...I mean it is. I am proud of her, how she's held herself together, so what if she cries sometimes...
"I...You are? I....Thank you...I mean...that means a lot to me..." She's holding back the tears again....
"Cry...if you want. I don't mind..." Gunshots...Alabama will be back in a minute...She's trying to hold herself together, only letting a few tears fall...I have to make a decision now, what am I going to do?....I wipe a few away for her but I'm just making it worse, she's sobbing a little again...maybe...maybe I shouldn't have said anything...I didn't mean to make her cry again...
"Naomi I'm..." She's put her finger to my lips, shaking her head, she's still silently crying but...but she's smiling...Why?
"Please don't. Don't say anything." Her hands moved round to the back of my head, guiding me down...is she? Does she want me too....?
"Naomi I..." I don't know. I don't think I should do this...This...wouldn't be good. If we did become....attached, then it would make the next few days that much harder...I, damn it, I can't take her with me, Umbrella would....I don't want to think about it...
"I told you not to say anything." Her lips are merely a millimetre away from mine, I felt her warm breath as she whispered to me...She's staring at me again...is she waiting for me to move? I don't think I can...I cant do it...I know exactly what would happen to her, shit why have I been playing this stupid game?! I can't...I can't do this to her...I cant...I don't want to be the one that has too...
"I don't want to hurt you....please...stop Naomi...if we were too, you know...I would hurt you." Two minutes ago this is what I wanted, but that was just a little fantasy. Something I never thought I would actually go through with. I've been in two minds about this all along but now, its real, I know this can't happen! Its...it's not allowed. I can't turn my back on years of training, on my whole fucking life for her....can I? God, she looks hurt now and...And angry?
"I'm not an idiot. I can figure that out for myself. Anyway how much worse can my life get right now huh?" If only she knew...I've seen what Umbrella do to those that are disloyal to them...hell I'm the one that carried out most of those secret missions...
"I'm not going to do this Naomi...." I can't do it. I have to let her go...Not that I ever had her in the first place but...the consequences would be...if I stop now there's a chance of her surviving but if I...God, then I would have to...
"I don't understand...one minute you care then the next...why are you doing this to me? Don't you see....I need...." I've made her cry again...shit. I....I wish I knew exactly what I wanted, then I would be straight with her but...I cant decide...this is all new to me...And the consequences are just so...She hasn't looked away from me once. A few seconds ago she looked so angry with me but now...she's pleading with me, she wants me to...
"I...I'm sorry Naomi..." I'm confused. I don't know exactly what I want but...right now, I don't want her to cry. I can't stand to watch her cry anymore...It doesn't piss me off anymore, instead it...angers me. Why can't she be happy? Why can't she just smile? Why does she have to feel so bad that she can't stop crying?! Why am I making her cry?
"Do you remember? When we were at the hotel and you almost....I didn't know what I wanted then but I do now. I don't know what's happening to me, one moment I'm calm and everything is fine but then the next minute I'm freaking out! I'm scared all the time now and it gets so hard just to breath! But then I look at you and I know I can be strong...I just...I just want to be with you. Please...." She gasps a little when I kiss her, I surprised her...I surprised myself...I shouldn't be doing this, I know I shouldn't...Her lips taste salty, because of the tears...I pull her close and I know its clichéd but I can actually feel her heart beating through my jacket, she's got one hand on my cheek and the other in my hair...damn it no ones ever got this close to me before...not like this...she's taken the inactive and kisses me more forcefully...I've never been kissed like this before its...it...just seems right.
"Hey, are you guys ready now..." Alabama I forgot about him, I've pushed Naomi away, she almost falls backwards...Shit I pushed her too hard...if he saw us...no he's not at the door yet, he hasn't seen us...good...
"We're...we're coming..." Naomi's blushing a little, she looks a little confused as well...I cant look her in the eye...Shit what did I do? I shouldn't have kissed her....this is bad news.
"erm...Hunk I..." I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear her pleas or apologies or whatever the hell she wants to say. I can't hear it! That kiss proves it, it's too much for me, I'm not going to throw my life away for her! I can't get involved, I have to stop this right now...Why didn't I listen to that inner soldier all along! Why the hell did I have to start caring NOW? Why now?!
"We have to go now. Alabama's waiting....this little incident is over...it won't happen again." She's mumbling something along the lines of "what do you mean?" I will not throw years of training and loyalty down the drain. It's too dangerous, for her, and....for me. If Alabama saw us, if he knew, damn it...His word against mine? A load of bull shit, I've been involved in something like this before, they would put two and two together and I'll end up...dead. And Naomi? What kind of science project could they make up with her? I don't want to think about it. I was kidding myself before, I've been kidding myself all along, I can't get involved with her, its too risky. At least this way I can try and get her out of the city...But if I'm involved that way with her, she'd expect me to take her with me! To do that I'd have to leave Umbrella and I can't leave them, it's my life, the only life I've ever known....And I sure as hell can't take her back there. If Alabama mentions this in any of his reports, they'll be keeping a close eye on me, if I was to smuggle her back with me...I'd be caught trying to see her, or she'll be caught...Damn it this is all one big mess. I have to get her out of the city somehow. Try and get her to the edge of the city then into a car perhaps? She might be able to get out alone....I'm going to have to ignore her from now on, that way when I tell her to go it alone, she'll probably go willingly. Naomi's still mumbling, I can't really hear what she's saying, I'm already out the door....But, like I said before. This incident is over.