Surface My Emotions

By: KhasKlwn

Email: I do not own Resident Evil or any of it's features. they belong to Capcom.

!Ada!

"Get up" He told me holstering his shotgub up to his shoulder. He didn't seem the friendly type. I showed him my hands as I moved one to help myself up off the ground. "What are ye doin on me properte'" He asked in a southern accent. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm not quite sure sir... I don't know how I really got here." I replied.

"What did you see? Huh?" He asked. Was he serious? I have no idea what's going on.

"Nothing I needed to I suppose..." I responded. Looking at his house behind him.

"I'm not convinced turn around." He told me. I slowly did as told ready for a opening to counter him. He put the barrel against my back. First mistake.. I now know exactly where he is aiming his gun. I then felt a hand run up my leg.. Second mistake you sicko.. I decided to do my favorite trick. I flipped forward and since he only had one hand on his shotgun knocking it out was a breeze. Underestimating it's weight however it flew not quite as far as I had intended. Instead it was going to land at the back of my head. I quickly sent my hand behind my head to sheild it and I just like I predicted it hit my hand and fell to the floor. "You bitch" He screamed.

"You fucking sicko" I went to pick up his shotgun but found a 9mm in my face. I stopped from picking up the Shotgun and he grabbed it back with his other hand.

"Haha.. Not so old am I? Now get the hell out of here before I call the cops." He told me. Not quite pleased with what has happened I decided to find out what he was hiding that it would cause him to keep me away from his house.

"Alright I'll be leaving now. You won't have to worry about me." I told him as I made my way away. I guess he was just messing with me cuz he shot bullet near me.

"Ha... you must think I'm a fool. A beautiful woman who can fight and is on my property. You must be a FBI agent or something. Did you get all the evidence you wanted?" He asked. I still had no idea what he was talking about.

"Um... FBI? ha... your more senile than I thought." I responded. Insulting this man wasn't the best idea I suppose in my current situation.

"You're going to regret showing your pretty face here. Start walking toward ma house" He told me. Putting his 9mm away and keeping hold of his shotgun now staying plenty of distance from me. 'Damn you White and black guys... couldn't give me a gun huh? Just going to put me in the worse possible situation I would never allow myself to be in.' I started walking toward his house with the sounds of shuffling paper behind me.

"Open da damn door" He commanded. I slowly turned the handle and opened his house. It stank of Anchovies and wet dog, with a hint of shit. I brought my hands to my face to cover up the stench. "Put and lock them hand cuffs on the table right there to your wrists." He continued to command. I grabbed them and started locking them onto my left wrist. I was about to connect it to my right wrist until I heard a cry. It sounded of sweat sorrowful sobs of a child. I saw a kid look around the top of the corner of the stairs with bruises on her face that could make her look like a blue baboon. I gave the farmer a disgusted look.

"Get back in yer Damn room girl or I'll beat yer ass. I don't need te have anything to do with ye today. I got me some new meat." He yelled at her. I had my plan on getting out of here. But I was probably going to need that little girl's help unless I can get him in one go If he gets me up the stairs. I can get around the corner and wait for him to come within 1 ft of me and take him out. I could just dislocate my shoulder and bring my hands back infront of me then attempt to strangle him. but that's risky. I could very easily just escape out his window. and he wouldn't catch me. But I need to save that girl too. She was such a pity to look at. She probably doesn't understand that life can be fun and joyful.

"Get upstairs you" He told me. I began walking upstairs re-ringing the plan into mind over and over. As I reached the peak of the stairs I walked around the corner. I gave the girl a little wink and she just stared at me with fearful eyes.

"Get in yer room girl" He yelled at her. I instead jumped and brought my handcuffs underneath my legs and I now had both hands infront of me. I waited around the corner. I put the chain of my handcuffs infront of his barrel and grabbed his shotgun and aimed it away from my body. He shot and it broke my handcuffs. I quickly jabbed him in the face and then brought my left leg into a side kick and kicked him down the stairs. he dropped his shotgun and it went off on himself. Leaving a pile of internal organs smearing the stairs. I looked back at the girl knowing he was dead.

"Come here. I'm not going to hurt you." I told her. Kneeling down and putting my hands out like I was waiting for an embrace.

"He won't let me talk to anybody" She told me.

"He's gone forever, come here." I told her again.

"No he's not he's right down there." She told me.

"I made it so he can't do anything anymore. Trust me" I told her. She came to me and I lightly grabbed her hand. She shuddered but soon enough smiled at me. "Come on Lets get you out of here." I told her. Before anything else happened though The world looked like it was smearing downward and I was back in the void again.

Clapping was heard... And there was the man in white.

!Leon!

My eyes began to feel like I had taped marbles to my lids. Fear of losing Ada kept me awake, but my better judgement told me I need sleep soon. I just have a feeling something bad is about to happen soon. I slowly reached my hand over to touch hers. Her skin felt so smooth and silky even when she is unhealthy.

Removing my hand from her I repositioned myself in my chair to make myself more comfortable. Jill was around in the hospital somewhere, she decided to stay around since she had today off from work. Chris and Claire however left a little after they announced she was in a coma. Billy I have no idea where he went. Rebecca I believe works here heh.. So she should be around. I put my hand onto my cheek and leaned on it.

I began to drift off to sleep until I heard a loud bang. It sounded of desks breaking in half with a sledge hammer. I jumped from my chair and ran out the door. Looking left and right to see if the hallway was clear. I drew my gun and held it close to me to keep my gun from poking around the corner. I looked down the stair case and I heard a familiar voice yelling at the people downstairs. It was krauser...

Author's Note:

Seemed like a good time to stop again. Leaving you to wonder what Krauser can do. And What the hell is going on in Ada's mind.

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