Readers enter a dark room and look around anxiously, as an ominous tapping sound is heard. Could this be what readers fear the most? The end before the end? Another unfinished story? Another series of hours wasted reading through chapters and hoping against hope that the authors wont abandon the story in favor of some other futile attempt at a fleeting existence?
As readers stand there in fear of the worst, a figure can be made out in the darkness, stepping forward, its features become more defined, becoming the one character Resident Evil fans all over the world love to hate.
Albert Wesker…
Whispering can be heard, as the readers mutter among themselves, is it good or bad? After all Wesker will be a main character in this story or he supposed to be.
The tap, taps, taping continues and on closer inspection readers realize that it is coming from Wesker himself.
What's this you say? Major OOC?
Nah, he gets impatient all the time you just don't get to see it.
Then suddenly, a soft thump can be heard, followed by a curse. Readers nearly jump out of their skin as Wesker launches himself at the sound with an ominous war cry.
A few thumps and curses can be heard.
And just as suddenly the lights are flicked on revealing Wesker holding none other the very authoress herself, Tamuril Telrunye by the ankle upside-down.
Wesker: Well, well, well, what have we hear? And here I thought you were died, it's been long enough you know.
Tam: SQUEE.
A brief struggle ensues, as Tam try's to escape, and with one last ditch effort Tam shoves a wad of crumpled up papers in his face and takes off, grabbing hold of her mighty Pen O First Drafts Tam teleports away.
To were you may ask?
No one knows.
As the room goes silent once more Weskers eyebrows lifts ever so slightly.
Wesker: Well I'll be damned, he uncrumpels the waded paper to reveal.
Dun, dun, dun, dun, the next chapter? NO WAY….
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The ground rocked ever so often, lulling me in and out of conciseness, where was I? And more importantly, what was happening?
I felt more then a little queasy in my drug-induced haze, time passed without thought and meaning, drifting by me as if it had never been.
It was the doctors fault I know it. He gave me drugs to shut me up, and now because of some over dosage or chemical defect in my blood, I was half way to the funny farm.
I am dead serious, before I wouldn't have batted an eyelash, now, because of another's stupidity I cant tell up from down.
That's why, the blurs that seemed to pass by me didn't register properly. They were scientists well the first couple dozen were anyway; the only thing that registered to me was a lab coat. Hence the title blur, they must have been excited about something because were the rushing around nervously.
And it continued like this for and hour or so, before they stopped suddenly as a loud rata tat filled the air.
New blurs moved around the room, more exact in their movement precise as if the storm had calmed, rushed but calm.
What was going on?
Yet another blur came in to my line of view, this one more defined, a goldish glow surrounding it.
"Any samples left" a cold voice asked.
" According to the computer, three have been used on test subjects, two were diluted and the rest were all destroyed prior to our arrival," a higher pitched voice answered.
" Then this attack was a waist of our time?" the cold voice queried.
" Well sir there is one left but-
The voice was cut off halfway, "well then what are you waiting for collect the sample."
"Well sir that's what i am trying to tell you, the sample isn't in a test tube, it's in one of the specimens".
"Which one", mister frosty asked?
"9-b"
Good thing I was in q-6, hey wait a minuet, why were they coming my direction?
"Well, looks like we meat again, pathetic creature" the frosty-golden blur said to me.
"Never met a blur before" of course it didn't come out like that, but that's what I meant to say, or at least I think so.
" Drug her and bring her along, we may be able to salvage this wreak".
"SIR" a couple of voices said simultaneously.
The next thing I registered was a prick in my arm, and then I was in fairyland.
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I don't know how long it was before I woke up, hours or days it didn't matter, because the first thing I noticed when I woke up wasn't the décor or even the pounding migraine that was coursing through my skull.
It was the sun.
It seemed like it'd been years since id seen it.
And for all I knew, it could have been, true it was through a heavily bared window, but it was pure untainted sunlight.
And for what seemed like hours I sat there, absorbing the sunlight, as if she were some lizard in need of the suns rays.
As night swept away the sun in favor for the cool chill of the summer breeze, I remained in place, seeping the warmth from the cool ground.
Another day passed much the same, and in a way, I felt was at peace, no one came to sample my blood.
No florestint lights, or bad food, no movement or sound, save what I myself made.
In a way I was totally at peace, I didn't care that they'd probably left me to die, in fact I felt content in the fact that I most likely would.
Don't get me wrong, I love life, but what I had wasn't it.
Many days passed in the same respect, and as the days stretched I noticed how my body ceased to acknowledge the pass of time, as if merely hours had passed, not days.
A week passed, then two, then two and a half before I saw another person.
And god be damned, of all the people who had to walk in, it was mister frosty blonde from the night I tried to escape.
Ironic Ne?
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Tam: Well how'd you like it? I couldn't resist the forward thou, it was killing me, I had to do far too much for school, but hopefully I'll be able to update sooner.
Signing out.
Ja Ne