Outbreak Chronicles: A New City, A New Story

SSW: We still don't own Resident Evil. So stop... asking.

SB: They aren't asking, Sylph. It's just a precaution.

SSW: Hm... Right. On to business, then. Bring out the hostage!

CJ: -Wheels Ashley out on the chair again- Hey, why do I have to do this stuff?

SSW: I don't know. Would you like Sweetboxer's job?

CJ: What does he do, exactly?

SSW: He's my trusted advisor. He makes sure I don't fly off the handle.

CJ: Then why do you--?

SSW: He's a slacker.

SB (picking his nose): Huh?

CJ: Men...

SSW: Yeah, he kinda deserves to be a grunt, doesn't he? Okay, from here onward, your roles will be reversed. Now for the matter of getting our demands... We need to show everyone we mean business. We need to--

Crash! (Sound of breaking glass) Leon and Ada jump in through a window with their guns drawn.

SB: Oh God, they've come for us! Ooooooh, it's ADA! How are things, my little china doll? -Drools- (Ada just looks at him with a freaked out expression on her face)

SSW: Don't run away, men! Stand tall while they shoot us down!

Leon: Chill... We're here to help.

SB: Wha? I mean, of course my Ada wouldn't hurt me!

SSW: Lies! Don't fall for their mind tricks!

Ada: No really. Ashley's a major pain in the ass... You're right to want to harm her.

Leon: Yeah, and your story's awesome, so I can't understand why you hardly have any reviews. We need to make these people listen!

SSW pulls her handgun out again and starts shooting around randomly: Now, while we have their guard down!

CJ: Um... Sweetboxer? Shouldn't you keep her from crossing to the Dark Side or something?

SB: Uh, in a minute. I'm on break. -Sips coffee as Sylph continues to shoot in the air, now laughing madly-

CJ: Oh, right. It's my job now... Okay, Sylph? You should probably stop that; you might hurt someone. Leon and Ada are here to help, you know. (Her actions have no affect) -CJ sighs and snatches the cup of coffee from SB, throwing the contents on SSW.-

SSW: AHHHHHHH! -Lowers her weapon and glares at CJ- Jesus! That coffee's cold! What the fuck's the matter with you?

CJ: You were going to kill somebody! I mean, you were bound to actually hit someone eventually...

SSW: -Stares blankly- And? I think that was the point. You know, kill those government bastards before they can kill us?

CJ: You have serious listening issues... They said they are here to help us.

SSW: That's what the government said about the Iraqi war! They CANNOT BE TRUSTED, I tell you! We must do things for ourselves! For you see, I have a plan. A brilliant plan. -Turns around to be more dramatic and evil-like-

SB: Oh, so now we're evil?

SSW: Shut up! If we were good, would that lesbian backstabber be here? Anyway... I have a theory that government dogs, like the ones that guard the White House, would know better than to attack the President's daughter. So I believe that we should -goes into long speech about what they should do, turning around in the middle of it to find...

Ada and Leon savagely beating the unattended Ashley with rusty spoons.

SSW: Ahhh! Why was the prisoner left unattended with these two? Jello! Sweetboxer!

SB sticks his head back in the room: We're playing Jenga, and shouldn't the story be starting now anyway?

SSW: Oh yeah! -Runs off while Ashley continues to get beaten.-

Ada: Wear that lowcut white top while you're alone with Leon, will you? Hell no! -Throttles the girl with a dirty sock-

Chapter 10: No Time For Mutiny!

"What do you mean, you didn't get him?" David asked. He was quite pissed off.

Kevin sighed. He didn't like that the bastard had gotten away, either. He explained:

"We went to the room you told us to check, and we followed the occasional drops of blood to find the lawyer guy. He'd gone down a ladder and through a hallway, and we caught up with him, but he blocked off the hallway with a shutter. He was long gone by the time we got the shutter open enough to go through."

"God dammit!" David yelled, slamming a fist into the wall. "I can't let him get away with what he did. You guys find a way out of here, and I'll catch up."

Yoko put a hand on his arm and shook her head. "It's not necessary, David. Let's just deal with him if we run into him again."

"Yeah. He's a slippery bastard, so you might never find him. He could be out of the building for all we know. It's just not worth it," Mark added.

David crossed his arms, looking like he was ready to argue. But at Yoko's pleading look, he kept his silence.

"Alright. We should get going," Kevin said. He exited the room, into the hallway with the others following behind him.

.O.

He just couldn't escape the rodents. If it wasn't one type, it was another...

"Please, don't kill me! I have money! I have--" A bullet between the eyes stopped the begging. A nearby cry of anguish drew Bower's attention. He turned his head to see one of the scientists stand shakily, clutching her wounded stomach. She looked scared, but she had a malicious smile on her face.

"I hope you, and whatever friends you've brought here, are in a playful mood... Because you're going to test out our newest toy," she said. Then she slammed her fist down on a console behind her. An alarm blared and red lights flashed around the room as he shot her again, making sure to aim for the head this time. He turned and left, knowing that he no longer had the luxury of taking his time, because one of the stasis capsules in the room was starting the reviving process.

.O.

Kevin led the way down the corridor, slowing down when he heard the alarms in the distance.

"What the hell is that?" Jeff asked nervously.

"I'm not sure. Maybe...," Kevin trailed off. He didn't want to tell them that something else, something more dangerous, might've gotten loose.

"Maybe what, asshole?" Jeff demanded. Kevin didn't respond. "So you aren't gonna tell us? I knew you couldn't be trusted. Well, I'm not going towards those alarms; I'm not following you anymore. C'mon, Terry," Jeff ordered, grabbing his fiancee's arm. She pulled out of his grip.

"I think our best chance is with them, Jeff," she said.

"They aren't telling us everything they know. I'm telling you, we're going the other way!" Jeff shouted. He grabbed her arm again, holding it tighter this time.

"Ow! Jeff, I want to stay with them!" Terry argued, struggling against his hold.

"Don't argue with me!" he said, raising a fist threateningly. Terry shrank back. He smirked and started pulling her down the hall.

She'd had enough. She wasn't going to let him get her, not to mention her baby, killed. She called back to the others, "Carrie, don't let him take me!" She hated the pleading note in her tone. She hated having to ask others for help out of this mess, the one that she'd gotten herself into. But it wasn't the time to think of her pride... "He beats me! Please, don't let him hurt me again!"

I knew something was wrong between those two, Carrie thought, drawing her gun. "Let go of her, Jeff!"

He turned around. "She's bullshittin' you! She's just pissed about what I said earlier! You aren't really taking her seriously, are you?"

"Yes, I am taking her seriously. And even if you don't abuse her, you have no right to tell her what to do. Now let go of her arm!" Carrie commanded.

"Or what, you'll shoot me?"

Carrie took a shot at the floor near his feet, causing him to jump. "Yeah. You ever had a shot to the knee? I hear it hurts like hell."

His face blanched and he let go of Terry. She rubbed her wrist while walking back to the others.

"Hey, come on now! You guys don't actually believe her, do you?" he stammered, looking at the other men, hoping for something resemling trust. He found none, and his expression soured.

"Oh, Carrie, he has a gun, so I guess you should take that from him," Terry said.

Carrie held her hand out to Jeff. He hesitated, but of course he had no choice but to hand his weapon over. He was outnumbered and outgunned, after all. Carrie took his gun and then walked Terry to the head of the group. Jeff stayed in the back, sulking.

Goddammit. I know that goody goody cop's gonna turn me in for abuse, and if she doesn't, Terry will. Even if I get out of here alive, I'll probably end up in jail or rehab. Unless... I take care of those two before we leave, he thought, a plan already forming in his mind. But for now I'll just lay low. They don't think I'm a threat yet, and that'll make things easier when I make my move.

The group continued down the hall. There was tension in the air, with people seeming either pissed or worried, and Jim decided to lighten the mood. The good ol' cheery coward, Jim.

"So... What do y'all plan to do when we get outta here?" he asked, looking at Tori first.

"I guess I would have to find a new house, a new job, new friends...," Tori said. She smiled. "And I'd definitely have to have that drink with you."

"But you did have a drink with me," Jim said sarcastically.

"Oh, drop it, would you? I was a bit upset, but I shouldn't have been such a bitch. I'll have another drink with you," she replied, rolling her eyes but still smiling. She turned to Vanessa, who was walking next to her. "What about you? What will you do?"

Vanessa didn't have to give it any thought. She'd already decided that, if she got out of here, she was going to shoot for her dreams. "I'm going to give Broadway a try. Although I'm probably too old for that..."

"No, you're not! And you're a really good singer!" Cindy exclaimed. George nodded in agreement.

"Ah, thank you," Vanessa said, blushing.

"And how about you, Tara?" Tori asked.

"I just want to see my family again. If I can't find them, I guess I'll go stay with Hernan's relatives in Arizona," she said.

"That's pretty much what I'll do, too. Besides that, I have no idea," Hernan said.

"I'm going to start dating again, so that my baby might have a proper father," Terry said, taking off her engagement ring. It felt like she was breaking a multitude of chains that bound her to her tormentor as it glided off her finger. She held it up to Carrie. "How much do you think this is worth?"

Now that's going too far! Jeff thought, gritting his teeth. He almost lost control right there, knocking a few teeth out of that bitch's mouth. But he stopped himself by thinking of all these people who were against him... All these people with guns.

Jim turned his head towards him, noticing the barely-contained anger and smiling maliciously. "And what about you, Jeff? You and your cellmate have any romantic plans?"

"Fuck off, asshole!" Jeff snapped. He turned away, wanting so badly to slam a fist into that grinning face, but knowing that it would mean a lot of trouble for him if he did.

Terry chuckled at Jeff's outburst. She knew what he was thinking, too. He was used to getting his way through violence, but he couldn't do that now. "What about you, Officer Harmond?"
Carrie thought long and hard, and in the end the truth was inescapable. She looked up at the group, "I...I don't think I want to be a cop anymore..." She let out a determined sigh, "But I want to make sure this bioweapon bullshit doesn't go on any further." She looked Kevin square in the eyes, "I want to help you stop Umbrella."

Kevin smiled, happy her attitude had taken this turn for the better, "Glad to hear it. Now let's get moving!"

Carrie started forward with the others but felt a touch on her arm. She looked back at Terry, who looked slightly embarassed.

"I have to go to the restroom," the pregnant woman whispered.

Carrie had to go herself, and it would probably be best if someone accompanied Terry anyway. She told Kevin that the two of them were headed to the bathroom, which, according to the sign on the wall, was one floor down.

Jeff saw an opportunity, and took it. "Hey, I gotta go, too," he informed.

"You can just go on the wall here," Kevin said shortly.

"But I don't want people watching me!"

"Trust me, no one wants to watch you take a piss," Kevin said, rolling his eyes.

"Look, you can't deny me the right to go to the bathroom, just because I've been accused of abuse. It's a fucking free country," Jeff replied.

Kevin stared at him for a second, thinking it over. "Alright, but someone's gotta go with you." He looked between the others. He automatically scratched out the girls - it wasn't sexism, exactly, just that Jeff could probably overpower them. He was a big guy. He looked at Jim, and almost laughed. That guy would fare worse than one of the ladies. And then his eyes rested on George.

"Hey, you wanna walk Jeff to the bathroom, George?" Kevin asked.

"Sure," the doctor replied, smiling. Carrie handed him Jeff's gun. George almost hoping the asshole would try something, just so he could shoot him.

He had Jeff walk in front of him and the two followed Carrie and Terry to the stairs, and down to the next floor. They followed the signs until they reached the two doors, one with a sign reading "Women", which Carrie and Terry entered.

George wondered if he should go in with Jeff, but quickly dismissed the idea. This was an underground facility, so it wasn't like the wife beater could escape through a window. George opted to stand near the door and wait. Jeff went into the restroom, letting the door shut behind him, and stood right on the other side, thinking.

George had a gun, while he did not. The only possible advantage that Jeff had was surprise, and he still stood a pretty poor chance.

Well, I'm not going to jail. I can take that prick, he decided. If he could get George to run into the bathroom, maybe distract him, he could probably knock him out and take his gun.

He took his place by the door, then yelled, "SHIT! THERE'S SOMETHING IN HERE!"

The door burst open, and George ran right into a left hook. He fell to the ground, unconscious. His handgun flew out of his hand and slid across the floor.

"Man, that felt great!" Jeff said, walking over and picking up the gun. He walked out the bathroom door and waited right outside the ladies' room. As soon as the door started opening, he slammed it into the person behind it, knocking Carrie out. She fell to the floor with a dull thud.

What was that? Terry wondered. Two possibilities occurred to her - one of those virus-infected monsters had gotten Carrie, or it was Jeff. Either way, she wanted a weapon. She quickly scanned the stall she was in, seeing that the only thing available was the plunger. It was the best she could manage, so she picked it up and took the rubber cup off of the wooden stick. Then she waited, hearing footsteps coming into the bathroom. The first stall was slammed open, and the second. Then the door to her stall was kicked, but it was locked.

"Terry, honey? I just want to talk to you. Come on out," Jeff said. His voice sounded kind, but she knew he was anything but.

"Alright," she said nervously. She unlocked the door. Then she swiftly opened it, hoping to hit him with it, but having no such luck. Before he could see her weapon, she lifted and swung it, smashing him across the face. He staggered back into the wall with a shout, and she ran.

----- End of Chapter -----

We come back to the stage, where the authors were seen at the beginning, to find Ashley alone, still tied to the chair. She is now bloodied and bruised, although still alive, unfortunately. Man, you turn the knife to her once in RE4 and she'll die, causing a game over, but she lives through two highly-trained agents whupping her ass...

SSW walks back out: WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO NOW? She's damaged goods - they'll never let us return her!

SB: Don't you worry. We have the magic of television!

SSW: This is a fanfic...

SB: We have the magic of fanfiction! We can just write that she's okay, and it'll magically happen.

CJ: Too bad we can't write that we got more reviews. That would just be an outright lie. We may be idiots and/or evil masterminds, but we aren't liars.

SSW (trying to think if they have actually lied, which they probably have): Ah, yeah. Pity. Why do they hate us?

Yes, why do you hate them? Why don't you give them your love, and reviews? What have they ever done to you!