Hello everyone! ColdandShock3 here! I've decided to take a break from writing Darkness, mostly because I'm totally blocked on what to write, and started writing this little story that popped up in my head. Read and Review if you like it. I would very much appreciate constructive criticism as well. This happens before and during the mansion incident and outbreak in Raccoon City, all the way to hopefully CVX. Yeah. An overused plot, I still think it's cool. Flames will be read and then fed to my ten rabid kitties. They thirst for flamer blood.
---Chapter 1---
I yawned in boredom, my eyes drooping. Slyly, I glanced over at the clock, the ugly little thing reading six thirty. I was being given an orientation to the job. I glanced up at Cheif Irons and Captain Wesker, mumbling something that made them think I was listening to whatever condescending thing they were speaking to me about.
"Isaac? Are you listening to what we're saying?" I snapped out of my boredom and looked up at Captain Wesker, who was looking down at me through his sunglasses. Who wore sunglasses indoors in the first place? I nodded quickly, hoping that Captain Wesker didn't notice that I wasn't listening to anything Cheif Irons or he said. I was now a pencil pusher, a secretary. "Good. Now work. I want this paperwork inthe databaseby tomorrow..." He ordered, dropping a large pile of files on my desk.
Okay. I rolled up my sleeves. No damn pile of paperwork was going to get to me. I can finish this in a heartbeat. I grabbed the first file on the pile and began to document them.
After a few hoursI heard tapping on my desk, getting louder and louder the more I tried to ignore it. I looked up, and saw a bunch of smiling faces looking down at me. "Can I help you?" I noticed that they all had a STARS badge on their lapels or just somewhere on their chests. The one with the friendly face and the short cropped hair spoke first. He wore all green, a dark green vest with a pale green dress shirt underneath it.
"Hey, I heard you were the new johnny pencil-pusher for STARS. The name is Chris, Chris Redfield."He said in a friendly tone. I smiled back, but kept on typing.
"Isaac Brown." I replied. Then the brown haired woman wearing those French style hats smiled.
"Jill Valentine...We're all from STARS. How old are you? You don't look anywhere past the age of sixteen." She said good-heartedly. I smiled but didn't look back up.
"Eighteen, actually. I just turned eighteen a few days ago." I replied. Okay, so I looked like I was still a kid, but come on, I wouldn't be working here if I were under eighteen.
"When?" Chris asked me. I finished the twentieth file, rubbing my eyes. I saved the files and decided to take a break.
"July thirteenth." I responded tiredly. It was already nine o'clock. I get to punch out in two hours, which meant I could go home and sleep and not think about those stupid reports about cannibal murders. That was a bunch of horseshit. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat at my desk to enjoy it.
"Not to be rude, although I honestly don't care, but why are you just sitting there drinking coffee Isaac? I gave you an order and yet you're still not finished." I heard a stern voice ask me. I jumped, nearly spilling my coffee. I looked up to see Captain Wesker looking down at me with a disapproving frown on his face.
I looked up at him, my tired eyes staring back up at him. "With all due respect Captain, twenty-five seperate files take time to be documented onto the computers. Even for--" I said in a calm tone.
"Whom? Even for whom? A kid fresh out of high school hoping to get some spare change to waste on the Arcades? Isaac, we hired you because your resumé was impressive. Do not make us go back on our decision of hiring you. It's only your first day." Captain Wesker asked degradingly. I shrugged.
"Actually sir, I was going to say that even for someone with an impressive resumé. I'm not superhuman, and besides, you said the deadline wasbefore tomorrow." I pointed over to the ugly little clock on the far wall.
"That clock over there reads nine zero nine. If you intend for me to stay here all night working on these files, which I do not doubt for a moment, I still have about eight hours to finish." I held up my mug of coffee. "I was just getting myself some coffee because I have an addiction to caffiene due to SATs and high school. You're only working on an assumption that I was slacking off because you walked in on the precise moment I took a sip of my coffee."
"I've already finished files 203 to file 223 and I'm just getting rejuvenated so I do not collapse from exhaustion after I finish documenting these reports." I finished, officers within a three metre radius watching me respectfully rebutt the infamous Captain Wesker in horror. Captain Wesker looked angry for a moment before smirking and nodding.
"Very good. Keep up the good work." He said surprisingly. He ruffled up my red hair with his hand and walked off, a cup of coffee in his own hand. I looked down for a moment, and was startled by two hands slamming the top of my desk hard.
"Isaac! That was amazing! How did you..?" I looked up, seeing Officer Redfield looking at me with astonished eyes. "I mean you-!"
"Are you going to just stand there trying to string together your words to turn them into a magical sentence, or are you going to join me for some well deserved coffee?" I asked in a friendly way. He watched me until I jokingly waved my still steaming hot coffee underneath his nose. He took a whiff and licked his lips. I grabbed Mr. Hodges' seat and rolled it over to my desk so Mr. Redfield could take a seat and I walked off to grab him some coffee.
Once I returned with his coffee, I continued my work. "So, you're going to be working as a sort-of secretary for the S.T.A.R.S. unit?" He asked.
I nodded. "So I shouldn't be talking so casually to you or Miss Valentine, right?" I asked. Of course he was going to agree and then order me around like a lapdog.
"What the hell are you talking about? Nothing in the job description says anything about taking orders from friends...well at least insanely stupid and menial orders. We may be your superiors, but we're not going to treat you like dirt." Chris replied. His response made me smile. Maybe this job won't be so bad.
"So I heard from the guys that you're really smart. What's that all about?" Chris questioned.
"Nothing really. People just make a big deal out of me. I just scored a really high score on my IQ tests." I replied nonchalantly.
Chris quirked an eyebrow at me. I kept on typing, trying to not hear what he was about to ask me. "How high?" He queried.
"Uh...two forty-five..." I mumbled. I chanced a look at Chris, who was staring at me with wide eyes. "What?"
"Two hundred and forty five!? No seriously..." Chris scoffed.
"It's true...I saw the three tests myself. Isaac isn't lying." Jill commented as she walked past. Chris looked at me with confused eyes.
"Thanks Miss Valentine..." I said sarcastically
"You're welcome!" She called from across the room. I chuckled and kept on working.
"Then what the hell are you doing working in a backwater town like Raccoon? You're even smarter than Captain Wesker." He asked incredulously.
"I dunno...I've lived here all my life. What business do I have moving away?" I shrugged.
"Hmm...maybe...a life!" He retorted. I shook my head with a smile.
"With friends like you here? Why would I want to leave?" I replied, smirking.
---End Chapter 1---
So, how do you like it? Good? Bad? Is it "Oh my god I want to kill him for making such a craptacular story"-ness? Read and Review please.