Chapter 1
Sorry that it's been so long, but I haven't felt like writing lately.I think BurryK erased my fic.OOOPS! I told her to a long time ago. I thought that she'd never gotten around to it, but I guess she did. Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fic other than Amaya and Calran. That is all. I hope you all like this chapter, because I did not have much enthusiasm while writing it, I might be sick. Thanks for all of your reviews, I enjoy reading them ( even though someone keeps telling me to fix my 'format'. Whatever. I don't know how to fix it, burry will fix it. I don't care right now. It uses the characters from my original story, but I've changed the name, obviously. With this said, on with the fic.
Amaya lay in the cold, hard bathtub, staring at the ceiling. What would dad say right now? "Aren't you happy I trained you? If I hadn't trained you you'd be dead now." Probably something like that. Amaya thought as she swatted a mosquito on her arm. Why are there bugs in this house? Oh well. guess they're coming in through the window in that one room. dammit. I should close the door or something. Amaya stood up and walked to the door, shutting it, it's hinges squeaking at her angrily. Damn, These people must have never oiled the damn things. From the look of this house it was old people. I wonder how long they'd lived here. How long has this town been like this? Amaya continued to think to herself as she lay back in the porcelain tub.
"HEY!!! Is anybody in here?" A mans voice yelled through the house. Amaya jumped from the sudden noise and hit her head against the bathtubs wall. What the hell?! She thought as she rubbed the sore spot on her forehead. Geez. I'm gonna have a goose-egg. She thought back to a time when she was a little girl, she'd been playing outside and had hit her head while falling out of a tree. Dante had come and picked her up from the ground and tried desperately to soothe her pain and stop her crying.
I guess he really wasn't all that mean to me most of the time. He had good intentions from it all.
"HELLO?" The man's voice sounded again, snapping Amaya out of her nostalgic moment.
"Who's there?!" Amaya shouted from the bathroom, pressing her body against the door to hold it shut, her gun ready to shoot. "Hey! Where are you?! I need help!" The man yelled frantically. Amaya creaked the door open slightly and peeked out. The young man stood out in the hall looking around to see where she was. He was about 5'9, thin but with good muscle tone, and had medium length blonde hair. There were bloodstains on his shirt and he had several bruises on his face, he held a gun in his right hand.
"Hello?" He said quietly. Amaya pushed the door open more, causing a loud squeal to emerge from the hinges, it seemed to resonate through the house like gunfire. The man turned and looked behind him, seeing Amaya with her head poking out of the bathroom.
Calran turned and looked at the girl, her platinum-blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. There was a splash of dried blood crept down her neck and onto her shirt. She silently rose to her feet and lowered her gun slightly.
Well. at least I'm not the only scared one here. At least I know I'm not going insane..
"Uh. I need help. There's monsters." Calran started and then quickly stopped himself. She knows that there are monsters, She's got a gun. Christ, I'm stupid.
"Yes, I know. Are you alright?" The girl asked in a soothing voice. My God.She's beautiful. How could anything so fair.. AHGK!!! Stop it! Bad me! No! How can I think like that at a time like this?! He reached up and slapped his forehead hard, causing the girl to look at him oddly.
"Umm. Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" She asked as she stopped out of the room. Calran noticed the gash in her pants, surrounded by blood. But there was no wound. "Uh?! Oh! Yeah, I'm fine!" Calran stammered as he felt his face blush.
AHH!!! MY GOD! WHY?! Grrr.
"I'm sorry, I'm j-just a, umm. little s-scared!" He stuttered, still turning a deeper shade of red.
The girl looked at him curiously. "I'm Amaya."
"I'm , uh. Calran," He said, getting calmer now. "Look, we can rest here for now, but it won't be safe for much longer. I have to rest now," Amaya said wearily. She turned and walked back into the room from which she had emerged. Calran followed her. She lay down in the bathtub and rolled over on her side. Calran looked at her, she was very pale. He was sure she was probably wounded.
"Hey." He said, trying to be quiet. She rolled over and looked up at him, her eyes glistened in the pale light of the room.
"Hmm? What is it?" She whispered hoarsely as if she had been asleep. "Uhh. are you wounded or anything?" He asked, concern filling his voice.
"No. I'm fine. Are you wounded anywhere?" She asked as she looked him over, as if for verification of his unheard answer. "No, not yet." He responded negatively.
"Negative, now aren't we?" Amaya said with a laugh. She let out a quiet cough to clear her throat.
" Oh, ha ha, yeah. I guess so." Calran laughed, rubbing the back of his head. He felt a large welt. He starred into the girl's cool green eyes, his mind went blank. He recalled how he had obtained the welt.
Hours Earlier.
"Get him out of here!" a gruff voice yelled. Calran felt himself being pulled up off of the ground. He struggled to get away from the men, but to no avail. He tried to yell for help through his gag, but only received a sharp blow to his ribs.
"Come on, don't fight us! Just go!" another voice yelled in his ear. Calran was pushed to the ground and punched in the face. He could feel the blood trickling down onto his lip.
"Get him in the van," a cool, female voice said from behind him. He was jerked from the ground roughly and pushed up against something metallic and cool. The cold metal felt good on his wounds. He heard a car door being pulled open and was quickly and roughly snatched back again. He felt someone push him hard from behind and he fell onto a metal flooring with a loud thump. Calran lieu on the floor for what seemed like hours, every now and then, someone would come and feel his pulse rate to make sure he was still alive.
"Hey, we need to stop for gas. Keep the traitor here. Watch him." the female voice said. He felt the van come to a stop and someone sit down beside him.
"Well, well, if it ain't Calran. I never I thought I'd see your traitorous ass again. Boss sent us to get you, you're gonna be a new test subject." the familiar voice said with a laugh. Calran felt the blindfold being removed. He looked up in the dark van and saw an old co-worker from Umbrella Co. hovering over him.
HAHAHAHAHA!!! Leave it right here, because I am evil. I figured I'd try something new to re-peak my interest in writing now, so this is my product. Read and review, please.
Sorry that it's been so long, but I haven't felt like writing lately.I think BurryK erased my fic.OOOPS! I told her to a long time ago. I thought that she'd never gotten around to it, but I guess she did. Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fic other than Amaya and Calran. That is all. I hope you all like this chapter, because I did not have much enthusiasm while writing it, I might be sick. Thanks for all of your reviews, I enjoy reading them ( even though someone keeps telling me to fix my 'format'. Whatever. I don't know how to fix it, burry will fix it. I don't care right now. It uses the characters from my original story, but I've changed the name, obviously. With this said, on with the fic.
Amaya lay in the cold, hard bathtub, staring at the ceiling. What would dad say right now? "Aren't you happy I trained you? If I hadn't trained you you'd be dead now." Probably something like that. Amaya thought as she swatted a mosquito on her arm. Why are there bugs in this house? Oh well. guess they're coming in through the window in that one room. dammit. I should close the door or something. Amaya stood up and walked to the door, shutting it, it's hinges squeaking at her angrily. Damn, These people must have never oiled the damn things. From the look of this house it was old people. I wonder how long they'd lived here. How long has this town been like this? Amaya continued to think to herself as she lay back in the porcelain tub.
"HEY!!! Is anybody in here?" A mans voice yelled through the house. Amaya jumped from the sudden noise and hit her head against the bathtubs wall. What the hell?! She thought as she rubbed the sore spot on her forehead. Geez. I'm gonna have a goose-egg. She thought back to a time when she was a little girl, she'd been playing outside and had hit her head while falling out of a tree. Dante had come and picked her up from the ground and tried desperately to soothe her pain and stop her crying.
I guess he really wasn't all that mean to me most of the time. He had good intentions from it all.
"HELLO?" The man's voice sounded again, snapping Amaya out of her nostalgic moment.
"Who's there?!" Amaya shouted from the bathroom, pressing her body against the door to hold it shut, her gun ready to shoot. "Hey! Where are you?! I need help!" The man yelled frantically. Amaya creaked the door open slightly and peeked out. The young man stood out in the hall looking around to see where she was. He was about 5'9, thin but with good muscle tone, and had medium length blonde hair. There were bloodstains on his shirt and he had several bruises on his face, he held a gun in his right hand.
"Hello?" He said quietly. Amaya pushed the door open more, causing a loud squeal to emerge from the hinges, it seemed to resonate through the house like gunfire. The man turned and looked behind him, seeing Amaya with her head poking out of the bathroom.
Calran turned and looked at the girl, her platinum-blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. There was a splash of dried blood crept down her neck and onto her shirt. She silently rose to her feet and lowered her gun slightly.
Well. at least I'm not the only scared one here. At least I know I'm not going insane..
"Uh. I need help. There's monsters." Calran started and then quickly stopped himself. She knows that there are monsters, She's got a gun. Christ, I'm stupid.
"Yes, I know. Are you alright?" The girl asked in a soothing voice. My God.She's beautiful. How could anything so fair.. AHGK!!! Stop it! Bad me! No! How can I think like that at a time like this?! He reached up and slapped his forehead hard, causing the girl to look at him oddly.
"Umm. Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" She asked as she stopped out of the room. Calran noticed the gash in her pants, surrounded by blood. But there was no wound. "Uh?! Oh! Yeah, I'm fine!" Calran stammered as he felt his face blush.
AHH!!! MY GOD! WHY?! Grrr.
"I'm sorry, I'm j-just a, umm. little s-scared!" He stuttered, still turning a deeper shade of red.
The girl looked at him curiously. "I'm Amaya."
"I'm , uh. Calran," He said, getting calmer now. "Look, we can rest here for now, but it won't be safe for much longer. I have to rest now," Amaya said wearily. She turned and walked back into the room from which she had emerged. Calran followed her. She lay down in the bathtub and rolled over on her side. Calran looked at her, she was very pale. He was sure she was probably wounded.
"Hey." He said, trying to be quiet. She rolled over and looked up at him, her eyes glistened in the pale light of the room.
"Hmm? What is it?" She whispered hoarsely as if she had been asleep. "Uhh. are you wounded or anything?" He asked, concern filling his voice.
"No. I'm fine. Are you wounded anywhere?" She asked as she looked him over, as if for verification of his unheard answer. "No, not yet." He responded negatively.
"Negative, now aren't we?" Amaya said with a laugh. She let out a quiet cough to clear her throat.
" Oh, ha ha, yeah. I guess so." Calran laughed, rubbing the back of his head. He felt a large welt. He starred into the girl's cool green eyes, his mind went blank. He recalled how he had obtained the welt.
Hours Earlier.
"Get him out of here!" a gruff voice yelled. Calran felt himself being pulled up off of the ground. He struggled to get away from the men, but to no avail. He tried to yell for help through his gag, but only received a sharp blow to his ribs.
"Come on, don't fight us! Just go!" another voice yelled in his ear. Calran was pushed to the ground and punched in the face. He could feel the blood trickling down onto his lip.
"Get him in the van," a cool, female voice said from behind him. He was jerked from the ground roughly and pushed up against something metallic and cool. The cold metal felt good on his wounds. He heard a car door being pulled open and was quickly and roughly snatched back again. He felt someone push him hard from behind and he fell onto a metal flooring with a loud thump. Calran lieu on the floor for what seemed like hours, every now and then, someone would come and feel his pulse rate to make sure he was still alive.
"Hey, we need to stop for gas. Keep the traitor here. Watch him." the female voice said. He felt the van come to a stop and someone sit down beside him.
"Well, well, if it ain't Calran. I never I thought I'd see your traitorous ass again. Boss sent us to get you, you're gonna be a new test subject." the familiar voice said with a laugh. Calran felt the blindfold being removed. He looked up in the dark van and saw an old co-worker from Umbrella Co. hovering over him.
HAHAHAHAHA!!! Leave it right here, because I am evil. I figured I'd try something new to re-peak my interest in writing now, so this is my product. Read and review, please.