Chapter 3 is ready! I own nothing expect my OC characters and the stuff that's not in the Resident Evil series. Enjoy!

A New Revolution

A Resident Evil and OC Story

By SamuraiWriter

Chapter 3: Desperate Measures

"Well, hello there, little lady." greeted a man who sat on Sophie's couch, each of his arms stretched in a relaxed manner. He was Caucasian, baring green eyes, residue from a shaved beard, and platinum blond hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. The man's attire included a wrinkled black t-shirt, black jeans, brown, stained boots, and a slightly ripped jacket.

Sophie stared at him with wide eyes, wondering how this man entered, let alone, found her home.

"You probably are wondering who the hell I am, right?" he asked.

"Look, please." Sophie pleaded. She raised her arms as in a surrender. "You can take whatever you want. Just please, don't hurt me."

The Caucasian man's eyes widened for a split second before dieing down again. He raised his arms in defense.

"Whoa, whoa! I'm not a thief or anything!" the man pleaded. At the sound of his words, Sophie slowly began to lower her arms, never taking her eyes off of him.

The Caucasian man sighed and displayed a smile. "My name's Dave, but feel free to call me whatever you like." Dave said. He then looked to the side. "It's not like anyone gives a damn." he muttered.

Despite Dave placing his comment in a mutter, Sophie still heard it. She tilted her head and as Dave turned his attention back to her.

"Oh! Sorry 'bout that." Dave apologized, giving the confused woman a smile.

"…" Sophie blinked.

Dave chuckled in response. "Not much of a talker, eh? I only heard 'ya once, but I can live with that."

"…" Sophie was getting a bit agitated.

Sophie just barely escaped a dangerous mission, and then saw Albert Wesker for the first time. She was sweaty, hungry, and tired. She hadn't changed her clothes ever since this morning, and to top it all off, her tires were slashed. Now, she had to deal with a man named Dave invading her home without permission. But Sophie was really concerned about as to how Dave got in her home…

"Your friend Sheva let me in." Dave stated.

'Sheva!? She did this?' Sophie yelled through her mind. Despite her anger, Sophie decided to let her anger travel its way out of her system. "…You know Sheva?" she asked.

Dave answered with a positive nod. "Yep. Me and Sheva go way back."

"So why did she send you to my house exactly?"

"By request." Dave simply answered.

"…" Sophie quirked in eyebrow.

"A group associated with Albert Wesker is after me, and Sheva recommended you to take care of me, and that organization." Dave said, releasing a huge yawn afterwards. "I'll leave your house after you finish with that mission."

Sophie couldn't believe this. Her life was crumbling by the second. Now, she had to take of Dave, whom she just met.

"This gonna be fun! So, were do I sleep, little lady?" Dave asked with a grin.

With just a stare at the happy man, Sophie sighed. Yes, this was definitely going to be fun.

(Here's a little something for the fan girls and/or fanboysif you swing that way)

Chris stood in the shower as the droplets of hot water ran down his muscular body. Steam filled the shower and half the bathroom, intoxicating Chris' vision. He ran his fingers through his damp, brown hair, as he let out a slight seductive sigh. His body glistened as the heat began to rise. Soap slid down his body in a similar fashion like rain sliding down a window shield.

The investigation of Sophie ran through his mind ever since the chief announced it. For some reason, the image of Sophie made him a little excited. Perhaps it was just a small crush…

'How can I like her if I haven't even met her?' Chris thought.

No. It was business. It had to be business. Chris knew that the chief would never allow relationships between the suspects and the officers. Besides, Jill Valentine was the talk among the BSAA officers, and Chris did admire her somewhat. Somewhat.

"Get it together, Chris. Sophie Watkins must be taken care of. She must be arrested." Chris told himself. He shook his head, with a few droplets of water flying everywhere. "Just business."

Chris lowered his head to allow the water enter his hair, cleaning and washing away the sweat that was produced from so much work. However, Chris' eyes caught onto something other than his feet, the water, and the shower floor.

His member seemed to be experiencing a pleasuring sensation that forced it to grow. At the same time, a blush was produced onto Chris' face.

"I wonder." Chris muttered. He blinked, looked up, and then looked back down at his member. "Is that for Jill and Sophie?"

The next morning, things were a bit complicated for Sophie. The presence of Dave had destroyed some of Sophie's activities that she mostly did alone…and she was not happy about it(Not that kind of activity, you pervs. laughs).

"I'm sorry Sophie, but he really needs your help." Sheva said from the other side of the phone.

"…" Though Sophie didn't say anything, Sheva caught onto her emotions.

"I deeply apologize. But it was really Mr. Burton's request. He thought that if you could survive the first mission, you could possibly handle this." Sheva said with a small laugh.

Sophie didn't like this, but she wasn't going to put Sheva in any trouble in convincing Barry to change his mind. That would be rude.

"Alright. What's the name of the organization?" Sophie asked.

"Their called 'The Ultimate', and Dave has gotten himself mixed up with them. Similar to that of Xavier."

"Okay. Thank you." Sophie said.

"If you have any more questions, ask Dave. He should be able to answer them." Sheva said. "Oh, I have a present for you."

"Hm?" Sophie blinked.

"It's a 'thank you' for your completed mission. I'll give you hint: it's in your garage." Sheva said, adding a sing-song voice to the last part.

Sophie smiled and her eyes lit up with passion. 'Oh wow!'

"So, how did you end up in this mess again?" Sophie asked, gripping onto the wheel of her new black Corvette Convertible. She was dressed in a black tank top over a white undershirt, black jeans, and black heels.

"It's kind of complicated." Dave answered. He, on the other hand, was dressed in the exact same thing he wore last night, considering the fact he didn't have another set of clothes. "The thing is, they're gunnin' for me because I slept with boss' wife." he said with a chuckle.

As they came to a red light, Sophie turned to give him a strange look. After a glance at the side mirror, he noticed her expression and turned around to look at her.

"What?"

"…" Sophie narrowed her eyes.

"What?! She was hot!" Dave protested.

Sophie shook her head as the red light transformed into a green one. Sophie, along with other drivers, started the car up again and drove off to their destination.

"Dave! "What the fuck are you doing here?! And who the fuck is this bitch?!" an obese man yelled, swallowing pasta from his meal.

"Hey Boss! What's goin' on?" Dave asked in an optimistic tone of voice. He stood next to a silent and secretly armed Sophie, who didn't take too kindly to Dave's boss' remark about her.

The obese man wore a white suit with a black handkerchief in a breast pocket. He had very pale skin and blue eyes, and his light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, similar to that of Dave's ponytail. As he sat in a leather chair, two extremely muscular bodyguards stood next to him, both armed with Uzi submachine guns.

At the sight of the weapons, Sophie clenched her huge case the contained her weapons with a little fear. She was afraid that she would screw up, and that it might cost Dave's life. She didn't want that to happen. Especially since Barry was putting all of her faith in her.

"You know my boys were comin' for you for a long time, Dave." the boss said with his fresh Italian accent. "And now, you come to me ready to die. Heh, I respect that."

"I trusted you as a lackey, and a friend. But then you disrespect me by sleeping with the whore that I married, and that is unforgivable. That's my bitch, not yours. I pay her bills, not you. I give her the finer things in life, and she sleeps with you." The boss let out a chuckle. "I don't know who to be mad at. You or my whore."

Sophie felt her face twitch up with anger and frustration. Obliviously, this man had absolutely no respect for women.

At the sound of the obese man's words, Dave displayed a cheeky smile. "Actually, I came over here to tell you something that I really think you should know."

"What's that?"

After the words retreated from the man's mouth, Sophie clicked open her case silently. She had a feeling she was about to get into action.

Dave licked his lips and gave the boss a stare. He placed his hands in his pockets and finally released his comment. "Your wife wasn't half bad. Though, her blow job needs a little work."

The Italian boss' eyes twitched open even wider. He rose to his feet and pointed at him and Sophie. "Kill them! Kill them NOW!!" he ordered.

On cue, the guards began to fire. In a millisecond, Sophie and Dave ran for the exit, with Sophie pulling out an Uzi submachine gun of her own. She shot back at the two guards, easily hitting their vital points and killing them.

Secretly, the Italian boss pressed a button that was located under his desk to alarm his security. As Sophie was just about to fire at him, hundreds of guards came bursting through the doors of the boss' room. Each of them had their own weapon, mostly guns and some other objects. As the security distracted Sophie and Dave, the boss made his escape through a secret door.

Dave, however, did notice this and grew angry. "Antonio! Boss!"

Sophie turned to him. "That's his name?"

A gunshot stopped Dave from answering her question, and they both looked back at the security.

"You both are going to Hell!" one gunman yelled.

Sophie blinked and titled her head to the side. "That's not a very nice thing to say." she replied.

The guards were surprised that they knew the gunman's language. With no time to spare, they began shooting. Sophie attacked Dave's hand by grabbing it. She pulled him along with her to the back of Antonio's desk where they took cover.

Without saying a word, Sophie presented Twin Desert Eagles and some magazines for Dave to use. Dave caught on immediately and took them with a nod.

"Good luck. 'Ya gonna need it." Dave said with a smirk.

Sophie didn't say anything, but she gave off a smile and nodded in response. With that settled, after reloading, they both entered the chaos once more. Gunshots rang all over the room, and blood colored the once white, furry rug with a crimson red. Bodies quickly headed for the floor, along with smoking bullets.

Suddenly, a bullet pierced Sophie's ankle, bringing her down. "Ow!" she yelled.

Dave looked at her for a split second. "You okay!?"

Despite Sophie's injury, she answered with a nod and continued her shooting. Though she knew it would happen sometime, Sophie was still enraged by her injury. She decided to express her anger in her shooting, and began taking out more gunman than before.

The majority of the gunman were down, while some were too wounded to get back up. Sophie and Dave took this opportunity to escape and make their down the hallway. The bullet that was stored in Sophie's ankle made it difficult for the poor woman to escape, which forced Dave to help her limp. He wrapped an arm around her and helped her walk.

"Come on…" Dave muttered to her, to which she answered with a nod.

In a few seconds, Dave and a wounded Sophie made their way to the entrance. Once they opened the doors, they were greeted by even more gunman, ready to kill.

"We need to get out of here!" Dave said. They both ran in another direction, and the guards followed in pursuit. Bullets flew everywhere, some barely missing the two.

Feeling that Dave was struggling to with her, Sophie took back her arm. Dave looked at her with a worried look, but he understood that Sophie didn't want him to struggle, judging by the assuring look on the woman's face.

Dave grabbed her hand. "Come on! I have a plan!" he said. With that said, they both sprint up another set of stairs. Unfortunately, they were visible in the gunman's eyes. By instinct, they began shooting, creating holes and breaking decorations made out of glass or valuable material.

Dave and Sophie entered a room and shut the door behind them. As they heard the gunman's feet running up the stairs, Dave pushed a nearby dresser behind the door to hold them back for a limited amount of time.

"Pass me those curtains. Hurry!" Dave ordered.

Despite straining from the bullet, Sophie used all of her strength to run over and grab each curtain that hung beside the windows. He passed them to Dave, who began to tie them together to create one huge rope.

Sophie suddenly caught onto what Dave was doing. She opened a window, and Dave gave her a smirk. "Good. You caught on."

Dane threw the curtain-made rope out the window, leaving a portion in the room. The dresser began to move as the gunman struggled to get the door open. But honestly, Sophie couldn't believe that one dresser held all of those men back.

Dave tied the rest of the rope to a nearby bed column. "Okay. Slide down and onto the flowerbed." Dave instructed.

Sophie was amazed by his plan. It was really her duty to take down Antonio, but Dave had the whole plan. She felt a bit useless because of the bullet wound in her ankle. However, she knew that if they both wanted to get out alive, she had to be tough and stick up for both of them.

Sophie grabbed onto the curtains and slid down easily, collapsing down onto the flowerbed. Soon, Dave began to slide down, right before the gun-toting guards barged through the door to kill. They were surprised to see that Sophie and Dave had escaped, as they saw the rope made of curtains dangle out the window.

Meanwhile, Sophie and Dave ran to the convertible and jumped in. Sophie threw her box and the Uzi submachine gun in the backseat, while Dave held onto the Twin Desert Eagles.

Dave howled, excited by the action he just experienced and actually talking smack to his boss while getting away with it. But suddenly, he realized that Antonio was still alive, along with those gunman.

Dave turned to Sophie to warn her, but stopped when he saw she had to say something.

"Dave. Remember when we split up to look for Antonio?" Sophie asked, sliding the key into the ignition.

Dave blinked. "Yeah?"

Sophie then gave him a smile. "Well, let's just say that Sheva gave me more than a car, and I gave that present to Antonio." she stated.

As the convertible started up, Sophie pulled a remote from the glove compartment. Her thumb pressed down on the button, which released a short 'beep'.

In a matter of seconds, Antonio's entire mansion obliterated. Flames reached up to the heaven's, and bits and pieces of the mansion flew up into the air. The area around the mansion was also scarred. The decorations that made the outside of the mansion look nice were destroyed, flowerbeds that Sophie and Dave previously landed on disappeared from the surface, and expensive cars blew up along with the mansion.

As the scent of smoke entered the atmosphere and into the nostrils of Sophie and Dave, the latter turned to Sophie and gave her a grin. Sophie saw this grin from the side mirror.

"You. Are. Good." Dave commented.

Sophie did nothing but smile, as they escaped the crime scene. As they left, smoke filled the air, with the smell of success blending along with it.

The next day Sophie woke up, she found a letter resting on her nightstand. Her name was titled on the front.

"Hm?" Sophie murmured. She grabbed the letter and opened it, beginning to scan the text that lay on it.

Dear Sophie,

Thanks for all of your help, little lady. Now I'm a free man, doing what I want, whenever the hell of want to. Oh, and you're welcome for getting that bullet out of your ankle and sewing it back up. But if it wasn't for you, I probably would've chickened out, and possibly wouldn't even have gone to the mansion. I'll be back in Los Angeles soon, so don't worry.

Sincerely,

Dave

P.S. Good luck finding your brother. When you find him, maybe we can all go out and drink together. Hehe!

After reading the letter, Sophie couldn't hold back the smile on her face, and the tears welling up in her brown eyes.

"Drinks are on me, Dave."

End of Chapter 3

Yay! Another chapter done! Please continue to read, and also review!

Here's a little something you should know: If a character's dialogue is completely in Italics for the story, it means they are speaking another language, and not English. In this chapter, the gunman and Sophie were speaking Italian. Though, I will put phrases and words in Italics that may be of another language since I am a bit bilingual.

Thank you!