Here's Chapter 18! I don't own Resident Evil. Enjoy!
A New Revolution
A Resident Evil and OC Story
By SamuraiWriter
Chapter 18: The Beginning of a New Game
"Argh!!" Sophie yelled as Billy worked on her shoulder. She had just gotten back from her battle with Ada and the bullet was suddenly increasing the pain. When Billy saw her, he tended to her immediately. The rubbing alcohol that he poured onto Sophie's shoulder got rid of the residue of blood, but it raised the level of pain. Pressure was also a resource that proved helpful, but again, painful.
Sophie bit her bottom lip to hold back another yelp as Billy proceeded to spread more rubbing alcohol onto her shoulder. When he was finished, he dropped the cotton ball onto Sophie's bed. He reached for the scissors and spread them.
"Get ready, 'cause this is gonna hurt just a little bit." Billy said.
He then inserted one blade of the scissors in the wound, which made Sophie bite down harder on her bottom lip. Billy struggled to get the bullet out, and finally succeeded. He grabbed the bullet and placed it in some tissue. Billy placed the scissors on the same tissue and grabbed a bandage from Sophie's kit. He placed the bandage over the wound and held it while he grabbed the tape. Billy pulled some and placed the first piece over the bandage, cutting it off with the scissors. He then duplicated the procedure until the bandage completely covered Sophie's wound.
Looking at her bandaged wound, Sophie grew a relaxed expression on her face. She then turned to Billy. "Thank you so much, Billy." she said.
Billy nodded. " No problem." He then began to clean up. He screwed the top back onto the alcohol bottle and grabbed the cotton ball bag and walked over to the dresser. He grabbed the Lysol wipe can, pulled a couple out and wiped his hands.
"You seem skilled in medical…work." Sophie said unsurely.
Billy chuckled. "Yeah. Before I decided to enter the Marine Corps, I was in college, studying to be a doctor." he said. He dropped the cotton balls, bloody tissues, and Lysol wipes in the trash. "Besides, it doesn't take much to tend to a bullet wound once you think about it." Billy added.
"Don't you need stitches to cover a bullet wound?" Sophie asked, taking a short glance at her bullet wound at the ankle.
"Not always. As long as its covered good and that you don't mess with it." Billy answered.
He turned around to Sophie. "Now, let's take those stitches out."
Sophie blinked with confusion.
"The ankle." Billy said.
Sophie blinked once more. "You saw it?"
"I noticed it this morning. It's about time they come out. You can't keep stitches in, or you'll get an infection. People say it'll just dissolve, but that's not always true."
Billy walked over and got onto the bed, crawling over to Sophie. Once he was across of her, he crossed his legs Indian-style and patted his thigh, signaling for Sophie to place her foot there.
With a nod, Sophie shifted her right leg up and placed her foot gently on Billy's legs. Billy reached for the scissors, which made Sophie gulp. Billy heard this gulp and located his eyes up.
"Don't worry. This won't hurt a bit. It's only gonna take 2 seconds. Since I don't have tweezers, you're gonna have to be very still." Billy said.
Sophie nodded. Billy spread the scissors and moved them close to the knot. Placing the suture in between the blades, he gently snipped it. Luckily, the cut was well healed and it didn't open. He then proceeded to take the stitches out carefully.
Sophie was glad that there wasn't any pain. Pretty soon, the stitches were out.
"Thank you." Sophie said, to which Billy nodded. He retrieved some tissue and concealed the stitches in them and placed the tissue on the nightstand. He then grabbed a cotton ball and damped it with alcohol. Very carefully, Billy cleaned the area around the wound without going over it.
"No problem." Billy replied.
"Billy?" Sophie spoke up.
"Yeah?"
"I've been doing some thinking. The police haven't distributed a picture of me yet." Sophie said. She gently shifted her leg off of Billy and sat on the edge of the bed. "How did you know it was me when we first met?"
Billy got up off the bed, grabbing the tissue. He walked over to the trash can and placed it in. Stealing a breath in from the air, Billy rotated his eyes to Sophie.
"A while back, a friend who said that she knew you came to visit me in jail one day. We were in a good conversation, and then the subject of family came up. You were in her list of favorites, I guess."
Sophie blinked. 'Someone I know knows Billy? Could it be Alicia?' she thought. Sophie didn't want to ask, though.
"Really?" Sophie asked.
Billy nodded. "Yep." he answered. He then directed his attention to the alarm clock; it read 11:17 PM.
Suddenly, Sophie's cell phone rang. Both of their heads turned to the cell phone and Sophie walked over to it. She cupped it up in her hand and flipped it open, placing it to her ear.
"Yes, Sheva?" Sophie spoke.
"I'm glad you got out of that mix safely." Sheva said over the other line. "Are you alright?"
"I've suffered a bullet wound in my shoulder, but Billy took care of me." Sophie said, flashing a quick smile at Billy. The tattooed man smirked in return.
"It's a good thing you're in health. Now get dressed, we're going somewhere." Sheva said.
Sophie blinked, being taken aback from Sheva's statement. "Sheva, I've just been-"
"One little wound will not kill you. Besides, you've endured a bullet wound before." Sheva insisted. "You can bring Billy and Luis along as well."
"But Billy doesn't have anything to wear." Sophie said. Her statement made Billy's head turn to her.
"Don't worry, I'll find something for him and Luis to wear. You just get dressed, tell the boys not to make slobs of themselves, and I'll pick you up in an hour." Sheva said.
Sophie wanted to say something back about this situation, but couldn't quite find the right words. She knew that she couldn't change Sheva's mind and decision anyway, as Sheva was strictly business. However, there was one matter that Sophie felt that she had to clear up.
"Uh, Sheva?" Sophie spoke, his voice sounding a bit gloomy.
"Yes?" Sheva responded.
A short pause took place after Sheva spoke. Sophie then proceeded to talk. "Cancel Luis out. He's not…part of this team anymore." she said. Billy felt her pain when she said that, and a sad expression swept across his face as well.
With that, Sophie hung up. She placed her cell phone gently onto the dresser and turned back to Billy. "We're going out. Sheva's bringing your suit." she said.
The sound of a suit made Billy jolt from the bed. His eyes were wide as he looked at Sophie with a pleased look. "A suit? Never worn one of those before." Billy said.
Sophie sighed and smiled, giving off a happy smile.
"I promise you Sophie. It will not be like the last one." Sheva assured Sophie as they, along with Billy, walked towards the entrance.
Sheva was dressed in a white sheath dress, and with matching white heels. Her brown hair was no longer in its usual ponytail; it was straight and perfect. Blush could be found on her cheeks, silver earrings hung from her ears, a silver necklace wrapped itself around her neck, an expensive bracelet could be found from each wrist, and a white purse was in her hands.
To make sure no one saw her bandage, Sophie decided to go with a more causal look. Her attire consisted of a nice black blouse with a designer pin on it that Sheva gave to her, a matching black skirt with pockets, and golden stiletto heels. A golden necklace was around her neck, golden, stud earrings met each ear, and a golden bracelet chose to wrap around her right wrist. Her black hair was styled in a ponytail with bangs hanging off the sides.
Billy topped it off with an original, but fashionable tuxedo. Along with his black suit, the choice of footwear was black dress shoes. A silver Rolex watch rested on his left wrist, and just one, silver stud earring was inserted in his ear. Cologne was showered on him, being not too weak or strong. His black hair was brushed back, every strand of hair being perfectly aligned.
"And Billy, please refrain from stealing the watch." Sheva said with a slight jocular tone.
Sophie giggled while Billy snorted playfully and rolled his eyes. "Please, I've got like 5 of these." he said.
The trio finally reached the entrance of the mansion. It looked a bit similar to the Greystone Mansion with a few exceptions, having vines and other plants around it for decoration. Many people walked through doors, showing their invitations before entering.
Sheva gave a quick to Sophie and Billy. "Everyone have their invitations?" she asked.
On cue, Sophie and Billy flashed theirs, assuring Sheva as she gave a nod of approval. With that, they continued walking until they met a bald, white man who looked similar to that of a bouncer. Without a word, the trio flashed their invitations, to which the guard gave a nod of approval to. They were all let into the mansion, blending in with the atmosphere of pampered folks everywhere.
"Hot damn." Billy whispered as his eyes wandered all over the place.
The inside of the mansion was quite similar to that of the last one Sophie went to. There were people everywhere, with some either smoking cigars or cigarettes, or baring drinks in their hands just to boost their sophisticated image. There were buffets, pool tables, and other gambling areas. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, giving light throughout the mansion. Men were dressed in fancy suits and tuxedos, while women were draped over their men's arms, dressed in the most fashionable attires and the finest jewelry.
Sheva walked over to Sophie. "Okay. I have some business to attend to, so you and Billy enjoy yourselves. But please Sophie, try to control Billy and keep him under your wing." Sheva said.
Sophie smiled and nodded. Sheva let out a sigh of relief. "Good. Have fun. Oh, and here." Sheva then gave Sophie her white purse. "There are chips and money in it, so go have fun like I said."
With a smile, Sheva walked away and disappeared in the mix of the crowd. After watching her leave, Sophie turned around to Billy…who was no where to be found.
"Billy?" Sophie looked around for the man, only to find people walking and talking about. Suddenly, an uproar was heard from a distance, grasping Sophie and a few other people's attention.
"What was that? Could that be where Billy is?" Sophie muttered. She headed for the direction of the tumultuous site, politely pushing past people and saying her excuses.
"Damn it! I lost!" Billy shouted, slamming his fist onto the edge of the pool table. Other people cheered for the winner though, giving their utter most praise to the man who sat across from Billy.
"I believe you owe me a total of 800, unless you would like to give me an IOU, amigo." the Spanish man said, which earned him a wave of laughter from his fans.
Billy secretly gave him an annoyed look. 'Asshole' he thought. A hand erased his train of thought and he looked up. There Sophie was, looking at Billy with a slightly annoyed expression upon her face.
Billy blinked. "What?"
"Why did you wander off like that?" Sophie asked, sounding quite concerned.
"Would anyone else like to partake in a game of pool with me?" the man asked, his voice earning the attention of Sophie.
An invisible light bulb flashed on top of Billy's head. He turned to Sophie with a mischievous smirk, grabbing her hand. "Do me a favor will you, honey?"
Sophie looked down at him and blinked. "Honey?"
Billy didn't respond back and only looked forward. "She'll play you!" he called out, pointing to Sophie.
The Spanish man looked ahead and at Sophie, his jaw dropping just an inch. "Perfecto." he muttered.
Sophie's eyes caught onto the man, who stared back at her. His attire consisted of a white shirt that showed a bit of his chest, black pants, and black dress shoes. His brown, shoulder-length hair was styled in a fashion where all of it was pushed to the back, but not gelled. Square-rimmed glasses invaded his face, as well as a slight goatee.
With a raise of an eyebrow, the man smirked. "Are you the one who wants to join me in a game of pool?" he asked.
Sophie looked clueless for a moment, until Billy tapped her shoulder. She turned to him.
Billy bared a sympathetic look on his face. "Please win my money back. Please!" he begged.
Sophie narrowed her eyes at Billy. She wanted to express her feelings about this entire situation, but knew it would be no good. Billy looked almost helpless, and backing out would only make things worse. Sophie sighed and nodded.
She then turned to face the man and nodded, refusing to say anything.
The Spanish man chuckled and nodded as well. He walked up to the edge of the pool table as someone placed the billiard balls correctly into their triangular shape. Once he was finished, his servant opened a case and pulled out his cue stick. He handed it to the Spanish man.
"Before we begin, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Ramón Hernandez." he said. "Let's do something different. If I so happen to lose, I shall give your friend his money back plus an extra 500 dollars. However, if I win, you shall be my date for the rest of the evening. " Ramón explained.
After Sophie was given her stick, she nodded. Gripping both hands onto the cue stick, she nervously looked at the pool table, and then at Ramón. The way Ramón was smirking at her made her want to run; he was intimidating. Sophie had a little experience in pool, but she was definitely not a professional. She didn't quite like the wager, but she knew she could back down now.
An elderly woman with grey hair, and that wore a black, sparkling dress, walked over to Sophie and tapped her arm. Sophie turned to her and bent down a bit, as the old woman had something to whisper.
"If I were you, I'd lose. That Ramón is such a beefcake." the woman said, chuckling in Sophie's ear afterwards.
Sophie stood up straight again. Her eyes met Ramón, who was gazing at his cue stick. Ramón's expression was similar to that of a daze, yet he was focused and ready. Just then by looking at Ramón, a sharp feeling attacked Sophie.
Sophie gulped. He was handsome. He was gorgeous. He was seductive.
He…was another Luis.
End of Chapter 18
There you are! I'm happy I got this chapter done. See what happens in the next one. Let's all root for Sophie, okay? Since my school has professional development for Thursday and Friday, I have a four-day vacation. This is Day Two! The next chapter will be up soon! Thank you!
P.S. When you think of Ramón, think of Orlando Bloom. The only exception is the glasses and the fact that Ramon is Spanish.
P.S.S. I named Ramon after Ramón Hernandez of the Baltimore Orioles. Representing my hometown!(or city…). Not a fan of the Orioles, though.
P.S.S.S. Had to do alot of research on bullet wounds and stitches for this one.