A/N: Sorry for the long delay…please don't hurt me.
The Boy's Cabin
Again the sun is shining and the day is simply beautiful. In fact this day is no different than the day before. Well except for a few strange events that happen to be occurring in the boy's cabin at this very moment…
Ark is wandering around in a daze, asking anyone who will listen to him who he is. Chris and Wesker are involved in yet another scuffle on the floor, the fourth one since getting here. Enrico is standing on the sidelines of the current fight, rooting for Chris. Alfred is busy making up more Alexia For Supreme Ruler tee shirts. Kenneth, Forest, and Joseph are off in a corner trying to come up with an escape plan. Billy is currently attempting to gag Steve to shut him up. Leon is trying to get Barry off his foot, apparently Barry is now interested in Leon's sneakers. William is hiding under one of the bunks, observing the scene, and writing down several notes. Brad is also hiding under one of the bunks, but that's because he's afraid of all the strange noises the cabin is making.
Without warning the door crashes open to reveal Irons and some strange snaky thing clinging to his pants. Bread lets out a terrified scream, bolts out from under the bed, makes a flying leap over Chris and Wesker, and lands atop Chris's bunk. Where he promptly pulls the blankets over his head in an attempt to ward off the evil Irons.
"Alright zombie chow and Treacherous Bastard, time for arts and crafts. With any luck most of you won't survive."
Irons then proceeds to laugh insanely while the boys stare at him. Various whimpering sounds can be heard from Chris' bunk.
Let's switch gears for a moment and take a look at the Girl's Cabin.
It appears that relations between Alexia and Claire have not improved from the night before. The two girls are glaring at each other from across the room, if looks could kill they would both be dead. Rebecca is sitting in a corner with wisps of smoke curling off her head. She lost the two hour long marathon of rock/paper/scissors and had to sleep in the bunk below Alexia. Apparently Alexia spontaneously bursts into flames at night, poor Rebecca. Annette, like her someday to be husband, is secluded under her bunk taking notes. Jill is attempting to save Sherry from a stray Cerberus that has wandered into the room. Shortly after successfully dispatching the Cerberus, with a hair barrette not less, the door to the cabin screeched open and Ada strutted in.
"Alright you fashion victims, time for Arts and crafts."
The girls groaned and followed Ada out of the cabin, still attempting to flounce.
A & C Table
In short order the campers take their assigned seats at the table. A few minutes later Vincent comes bounding over with an unusual amount of energy. It's actually kinda creepy. Just behind him are two uniformed assistants pushing a hospital bed with a young boy strapped to it.
"Today we're going to learn how to make a Tyrant! Won't that be fun"
And with the normal confusion of young children the campers stare at Vincent like he's lost his mind. Except for William and Annette, who immediately pull out a couple clip boards and prepare to take notes.
"Now, it's very important that you find a subject that no one will miss. Like little Kevin here, who only has
two cameo appearances one in Remake and one in Zero. So first…"
Vincent smiles, picks up a scalpel, and leans over poor little Kevin. Chris glances at Leon and nods. Both of them are now preparing to jump Vincent and save Kevin's life. But, before they can pounce, Miss Perky sees what is going on and comes running over waving her clip board around wildly.
"WAIT!!"
She quickly pulls Vincent away from the hospital bed. Kevin breaths a shaking sigh of relief, hoping this is a reprieve. Miss Perky quickly whispers a few words to Vincent. His expression turns from one of excitement to grim sadness. Miss Perky then pats him on the back, spins around, and prances off to spread some more joy.
"Damn, seems by contract states I can't perform any hideous experiments on any of you. Pity, with such a large abundance of experimental material. Oh well." Vincent consults his clipboard as the two assistants wheel the Kevin away. "Make a project, depicting something important in your life, or whatever. I'll be back in a while."
The campers turn to one another, sigh, and start working on their projects. And what an assortment of materials to work with. Clay, feathers, toothpicks, Popsicle sticks, and other such stuff children enjoy making messes with. Each child busies themselves with their respective art projects, including young Miss Claire who is currently in search of a red marker. After a bit of digging she locates the elusive writing instrument and continues with her art endeavor.
"You have no idea what you're dealing with. Besides, I need that."
Wesker reaches across the table and snatches the marker out of Claire's hand. Claire sits dumbstruck for a moment then starts tearing up.
"That was mine!"
At this point Claire completely breaks down crying. Leon, who is sitting on the other side of her, tries to help but is stopped by Steve. Whose become a regular fan boy, despite the fact that he only met Claire like five minutes ago. A slap fight ensues. Chris, whose sitting across from Wesker, looks up.
"YOU HURT MY SISTER!!"
Chris dives across the table and tackles Wesker. Another fight ensues with both participants rolling around on the ground. Jill looks up from art project and beams at Chris.
"He's so brave."
Two hours later…
Chris and Wesker are back at their respective seats, their faces covered in red marker. Written across Wesker's forehead is the word Dork. Written on Chris' forehead is the word idiot. Wesker's Mickey Mouse sunglasses are now being held together with duct tape and string. Claire clutches the now mangled marker with happiness looking at her brother like he's a God or something. Leon and Steve are sulking, their faces red from the strenuous slap fight. In the meantime Vincent finally decides to return from wherever it is he went.
"Alright, let's see what you came up with. Wesker, we'll start with you and go around the table."
Wesker holds up a picture with a lot of pink in it and glares at Chris.
"Chris thwarted my plans to steal the red marker so I was forced to use pink."
"That's great, but what is it?"
"What I hope remains of Chris, after I torture and kill him."
Wesker then breaks into a fit of evil laughter., which is a bit high pitched and nothing like his later conniving evil laugh. His voice hasn't change yet, give him a break. Vincent shakes his head, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.
"Great. Not exactly what I wanted you to do, but whatever. Claire."
Claire holds up a collage with a bunch of bright colors. Vincent groans, he's not exactly a fan of modern art.
"Great abstract. What's the broom headed thing, your brother?"
"Either that or Vash the Stampede, not really sure. But it's supposed to be Chris…I think."
Leon holds up a building made of toothpicks.
"It's the RPD I wanna be a cop." Leon beams proudly smiling like an idiot.
"Ok, what's the short pink thing?" Vincent squints a bit trying to get a better look.
"Claire." Leon's smile gets even broader and he blushes a bit.
"I'm not that short you twit!" Claire does not seem pleased with the picture and slaps Leon.
Steve holds up a perfect rendition of an older sexier Claire.
"It's Claire."
"Oh Steve, how sweet!"
Claire leans over and gives Steve a peck on the cheek. Steve's face turns three shades of red. Leon's face also turns three shades of red, but that's because he's angry. Two seconds later he starts beating Steve with his model of the R.P.D., toothpicks fly everywhere.
William holds up a purple vile made of play-doe.
"It's sheer perfection, my precious G-Virus."
William then hugs the play-doe. This gesture elicits blank stares from everyone present except Annette, who looks ready to throw up.
"Ya sure, whatever." Vincent reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a bottle of vodka. "NEXT!"
Annette holds up a stick figure made of Popsicle sticks, which is holding a purple feather.
"It's William and his G-Virus."
Annette smiles brightly. That was the best she could come up with, since she couldn't figure out a way to make a picture of William getting blown up on the train. It's scary, when you think about it, that Annette would find William's death to be her favorite moment. Sherry is not surprised by her mother's picture, though she is a tab bit pissed.
"That's just cold you know." Sherry sighs and holds up a picture of a pink stick figure. " It's Claire."
"Oh God will this never end." Vincent's words are now slightly slurred, thanks to drinking half the bottle. " NEXT!!"
Billy holds up a picture of Rebecca and an empty set of handcuffs.
"Rebecca and my freedom. Of course Freedom comes first."
Rebecca leans over and slaps Billy, then holds up her own picture. A hand sewn bullet proof vest.
"So I can survive the Mansion, when Wesker betrays us all."
"Say, can I borrow that?"
Enrico reaches for the vest, which Rebecca promptly pulls out of his grimy fingers.
"No."
Joseph holds up a bandana.
"Because it's the only thing worth living for, seeing as how I die in the opening FMV. Of course that's longer
than Kevin had."
A pilot's helmet comes flying out of nowhere, knocking him unconscious. Kevin stands near a tree, snickering, before being devoured by several Cerberus. Kenneth and Forest both pass on their turns, since they have nothing to live for and are too busy with their escape plan. Ark doesn't have a project, because he can't remember what's important to him, anymore than he can remember who he is. Enrico holds up a picture of Jill.
"Oh how sweet." Jill blushes.
"Because she's the last person I get to see while alive, plus I get a nice view of her boobs."
After a brief moment of stunned silence Jill beats Enrico into unconsciousness with her art project. Toothpicks fly everywhere along with a few pieces of clay.
"I did have the picture of my perfect man, which depicts a tall man with brown hair wearing a green S.T.A.R.S. uniform, and his last name is Redfield."
"What…hic…ever." Vincent now cracks open his third bottle of vodka.
Barry holds up a large piece of red play-doe.
"It's blood, that I will be examining for a great amount of time. I just hope it's not Chris' blood."
Despite the fact that everyone knows Barry is an idiot this proclamation is met with blank stares. Alfred holds up a diorama of a large island made of small twigs. In the center is a miniature of a beautiful young woman in a purple dress.
"It's my backwater base that I will run like a Nazi."
"Is that Alexia?" Jill cocks her head sideways.
"No, that's me. Alexia is over here in this oak twig, that's really a cryogenic stasis tube." Alfred smiles broadly and turns to Chris. "Isn't it cute?"
"Please don't talk to me." Chris turns a bit white, slides away from him, and holds up his picture. "The girl is Claire, the headstone is Wesker's, and the Umbrella with the big X over it represents me wiping out Umbrella."
Wesker snorts, crossing his arms. "Idiot."
Chris dives across the table, tackles Wesker, and the third fight of the day commences. Despite the knock down drag out fight, the displaying of art continues. Brad holds up a rather beautifully made play-doe chopper.
"My chopper that I will leave in abandoning everyone else to die. "
Alexia holds up a papier-mâché globe.
"I want the world to bow at me feet!" She then laughs evilly.
"Just spiffy, you all get A's. Now get out of here, and bother someone else."
Vincent then promptly passes out. The campers beat a hasty retreat lest they be subjected to more horrific pass times. Well, except for Wesker and Chris who are busy beating the hell out of each other…
A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The rewrites for this one were actually pretty easy.