Season's Greetings, everyone! This is not a chapter, but a holiday special of "A New Revolution". Christmas is tomorrow, but I'm also doing Kwanzaa and Hanukah because some fellow writers and readers may not celebrate Christmas, and I want to be fair to all. As usual, crack shall spread throughout this update, so be ready to snort. Enjoy!
A New Revolution
A Resident Evil and OC Story
By SamuraiWriter
Holiday Special: Three Times With Harm
Part 1: You Only Live Twice Upon A Christmas
Snow fell from the sky and landed on the ground, while cold air flew across the faces of pedestrians. The entire Shibuya area was covered in snow, but it somehow added a light-hearted feeling to the place. However, the situation was not light-hearted at all, as an entire world of espionage was in control incognito.
Sophie walked across the street in the direction of a ramen and sushi shop. She wore a brown trench coat and black boots, and she carried a red and black gym bag in her left hand. Her boots crunched the snow and she quietly struggled to pass the school of people. Once she finally made it over the other side, her brown eyes caught onto a ramen and sushi shop that was that read "Tenchi's Ramen and Sushi Shop" in Japanese. Though, Sophie was to juvenile in Japanese to understand the plain and uncreative title.
Tightening her grip onto the bag, Sophie moved forward and walked into the shop. As she entered, the bell rung, signaling the owner to look up and greet his customer. The Japanese man was wore a white apron that covered a white buttoned shirt, and that went down to the knees of his black pants. He was thinning, but there was still black hair on his head. For an old man he was not bad-looking, as his slight stocky build was due to muscle, and a mustache rested on his upper lip. When he saw Sophie, he was immediately love-stricken and displayed a goofy but warm smile. Sophie countered with a small and friendly smile of her own.
"Welcome to my shop!" the man greeted, opening his arms as if he was going to embrace Sophie. Despite having a strong Japanese accent, the man's attempt to speak English was good, but it still made Sophie giggle a bit. She walked up to the counter and sat down in a chair and placed her bag in the chair next to her. She then took off her trench coat and placed it neatly on another chair, revealing that she wore a red blouse and black jeans.
"Merry Christmas!" the man said again, his smile widening. Again, the Japanese accent made Sophie giggle.
"Same to you, sir. May I have one bowl of ramen please?" Sophie said in a soft tone.
The man smiled and nodded. "One bowl of ramen! Coming right up!" The man turned around and started to prepare her order.
"Have you heard of the 'Christmas Stealer'?" the man asked as he grabbed a bowl. "I hear he's in Tokyo now."
"Yes I have. I was sent to kill him." Sophie said calmly.
"Oh! Really?!"
Sophie nodded. "Yes. I was sent on a top, secret mission to kill this man. I have to keep him anonymous, though. His name is Albert Wesker." she said, completely unaware of the information she just gave this man.
"So, are you some kind of secret agent, eh?" the chef asked, still cooking Sophie's ramen.
"Yes. I work for a secret organization and I must keep my identity a secret. The organization is called 'The Gingerbread Corp.'."
"Where is it?"
"I can't tell you the location. However, it is in the Los Angeles District." Sophie said.
"Hm. I see." the chef said.
It was silent after that. Sophie was still oblivious to the action she just performed, as if she never gave out the information that was supposed to be left a secret. Though, it was understandable that she would slip up, considering the fact that she was just hired.
"So, I herd u like Mudkipz?" the chef said.
Sophie blinked. "What?"
A few moments later, Sophie arrived at the location where Albert Wesker was. Due to the fact that the writer was too lazy to be more vivid, Sophie took an elevator up to Albert Wesker's room; the address was provided by the hotel staff. Sophie then arrived to the designated floor, her bag still in hand. The doors slid open quietly and Sophie walked out. While walking down the hall, Sophie couldn't help but hear the moans and groans of happy, newlyweds expressing their love in one of the rooms. It sounded as if they were actually fighting instead of making love.
Finally, Sophie stopped in front of a door. She knocked a total of three times and waited for a reply.
"Who is it?" Wesker asked.
"Room service." Sophie lied.
The door opened by itself somehow and Sophie casually walked inside. She took off her trench coat and threw it onto the bed. Her eyes caught onto Wesker turning towards her with a clueless look on his face. He was surrounded by presents he stole from the homes of children and middle-class working people. Sophie gasped and unzipped her bag to pull out an Uzi submachine gun that was decorated with a red and green coloring specially made for the Christmas holiday.
Sophie aimed it at Wesker and glared. "I know what you're thinking. Die she fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all of this excitement, I've kinda lost count track myself. But being as this is an Uzi, the most powerful submachine gun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question. Do I feel lucky? Well, do you punk?" she said.
Wesker smirked and placed his hands in surrender. "You've been waiting to use that 'Dirty Harry' quote haven't you?"
Sophie smiled and nodded. "Time to die, Albert Wesker."
"That's alright. I'll just come back anyway. The creator of this fanfic can't afford to kill me." Wesker said.
"She can this time. This is a special, so things in here don't really happen in the storyline." Sophie said.
"Fuck." Wesker cursed. Sophie fired and shot Wesker numerous times. Wesker let out a screeching yell before falling back on the floor, bleeding. His shades were off of his face and lying next to him, revealing his open, lifeless golden eyes.
Sophie nodded and placed her gun away. She then reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone. After speed dialing, Sophie placed the phone to her ear and awaited for her boss to pick up the phone. She heard it ring for a while until finally someone came to the phone.
"Yes Sophie?" a voice said on the other line.
"Mr. Clause, Wesker has been terminated." Sophie said.
"Ho, ho, ho! Excellent. I'll send Sheva to pick you up. She's going to send the sleigh around, so watch out for her." Santa said.
"I will, sir." Sophie said, and hung up. She placed the cell phone back into her pocket and walked up Wesker's dead body. A pool of blood was forming around him and slowly traveling to the presents. Sophie just stared.
'Mr. Clause didn't say the presents had to be clean.' Sophie thought. Sophie sighed and sat on the bed, placing her bag next to her. For a moment she sat there, quietly looking at the floor.
"I wonder…what exactly are Mudkipz?"
End of Part 1
Part 2: Kwanzaa Don't Live Here No Mo
"Come, my brothers and sisters!" Alicia shouted, raising her arms in the air and smiling. She was dressed in a dashiki that was decorated with the colors of the Flag of Africa and a black kufi rested on her head.
"Join hands as I prepare to sing the song of our ancestors and we celebrate Unity!" She looked down and saw that Sophie, Sheva, and Robert looked bored and a bit tired. The Kwanzaa candles were in the middle of the round table that everyone sat at, the first red candle was lit and burning.
Alicia growled. "JOIN HANDS!!" she screamed. The trio looked surprised but then neutral again. However they did comply and intertwined their fingers, creating a firm grip and a circle around the candles. Alicia then joined them and took the hands of Sheva and her boyfriend, sitting down at the table.
"Now, I shall sing the song of our ancestors." Alicia said. She closed her eyes and raised her head, taking in a deep breath and releasing in through her nostrils.
She proceeded to sing the opening lyrics of "Circle of Life". Confused expressions invaded Sophie, Sheva, and Robert's faces as they looked at her. Alicia then went on to sing more lyrics of another song.
"Mamace, mamaca, mamakusa! Mamace, mamaca, mamakusa!" Alicia chanted.
"This is so retarded." Robert muttered.
Alicia's eyes then shot open with surprise. She stood up, releasing the grip she had with Robert and Sheva. Happiness beamed on her face as she looked at the trio. This told the three that Alicia had a plan; a stupid plan.
"It is time for our generation to come alive! Come, let us collect our reparations for slavery!" Alicia announced, waving her hands in the air.
"WHAT!!??" Robert and Sheva yelled. Sophie just stared at her with disbelief.
Yep. A stupid plan.
End of Part 2
Part 3: Smells Like Hanukah Spirit
"This is the second day of Hanukah. Only 6 more days of this shit and we're done." Billy muttered, lying on Chris' couch.
Leon placed his can of beer down onto the table and looked at Billy. "Come on, it can't be that bad." he remarked.
Billy shot up after hearing his comment. "Chris is making us do this prayer thing! I hate it!"
"You should be proud to be Jewish." Chris said, causing Leon and Billy to turn to him. He was holding the Menorah in his left hand and a lit candle in the other one. "A lot of Jews died for the rights we have today."
"Name one. If you can give me one, I'll do the prayer." Billy said, smirking at Chris.
Chris smirked right back. "Anne Frank."
"Damn." Billy cursed. He got up off the couch and walked with Chris towards the table, watching Chris place the Menorah down and the candle was placed on the Menorah. The three man gathered around to say the prayer to celebrate Hanukah. But before they could even begin, Chris' door slammed open. The men turned to the door quickly to see Alicia, Robert, Sheva, and Sophie there, with Sophie holding up the candles.
"What the heck is going on?" Chris said, standing up with the others.
"Chris." Sophie said in a whine.
Alicia pointed at the men with a serious look on her face. "We have come to collect our reparations!" she said.
"Reparations? For what?" Leon asked.
"For slavery. What else?"
"Slavery? I'm not paying you for slavery." Billy said while pointing at Alicia. Alicia countered with a gasp and stomped towards him with a serious look on her face. "YOU whipped us and created scars on our backs! We as African-Americans carry those same scars mentally."
"How do you know that it was my ancestors?!" Billy shouted.
"Because you're white!" Alicia shouted back.
"How did you all get into my house?" Chris asked, still baffled by this turn of events.
"We forced the door down." Sophie answered, walking over to him. "And I'm sorry about all of this. My cousin can really cause a stir." she said with a sad expression on her face.
Chris smiled warmly and petted Sophie's head. "Hey, don't worry about it." he said. He then kissed Sophie's forehead, which made Sophie blush. Leon rolled his eyes. "I need someone in my life." he muttered.
"Well then, give me reparations for making my dance the hula dance that one Hanukah!" Alicia shouted.
"That's horah, Alicia." Billy corrected her.
Alicia gasped. "Did you just call me a hoe?!"
As they continued to bicker, Robert and Sheva snuck from them and went to Sophie, Chris, and Leon. Robert sighed and turned to Leon.
"You all may have 6 more days, but we have 7 more days of this shit."
Sophie sighed as she watched the two bicker and fight.
End of Special
Finally! I hope you all enjoyed this special. I had to do a lot of research on Hanukah and Kwanzaa to make this, even though I only went to Wikipedia. Let me just say that I don't know whether Leon, Chris, or Billy are Jewish or not. Though, they will not be Jewish in the original storyline of "A New Revolution". Plus, the first scene of the Christmas part is based off of a Kill Bill scene.
Well, that's it! Merry Christmas! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Hanukah!