Tam: bleh, i'm feeling under the weather this week, so I can't really focus on stuff to well; I intend to keep up with the intro the way it was but I cant bring myself to do it right now.
I am far to busy, and personally i'm glad I wrote this last week, cause otherwise I wouldn't have posted this week. Man my brain is running in circles .
Disclaimer: OH GO TO HELL ALREADY YOU OVER POSESIVE NARRCASIST! I DON'T CLAIM TO OWN R.E. OR ANY OF ITS CHARECTERS, HANDS OFF KICK ASS GIRL THOUGH, UNLESS OF COURSE YOU WANT TO SUFFER THE WRAITH OF MY ARMY OF PURPLE ZOMBIE LEMURS.
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Don't you absolutely hate it when your out classed?
I mean sure you expect to be one upped sometimes, but never when you know your one of the best.
I am one of the best, albeit i'm not the best, but one of them.
And the fact that Albert Wesker managed to one up me in my own game was really starting to irk my turkey (Don't ask), it took this man less then four months, four months, to catch up to me, and another two to get me in a corner.
He nearly got me in Venice.
Maybe I am the best, but that doesn't change the fact that he was apparently the best at finding people. I'd long since changed my appearance, name, eye color, address, the works, when I decided I was going to disappear I did so, immediately; my friends had help me in all the ways shapes and forms possible.
But it didn't help that my body was working against me.
Apparently my body didn't take to well to change, sure I ate like a horse, and of course I had an awesome set of unbreakable claws and lets not to mention the fangs; but aside from those I either couldn't or wouldn't change. If I wanted my hair to stay another color I had to dye it every three days, my hair grew out to amazing lengths overnight and apparently no matter what I did to my skin, I wouldn't get a single scar.
Trust me, id tried.
My current position was sitting, or rather I was at a dinner eating my lunch, when he finally did catch up to me; out of the blue mind you or he'd have caught up to nothing but thin air. Apparently he had some sort of super speed deal going for him, I still hadn't tried any of my powers out, so I don't know what super cool powers I've got (chances are I'd be stuck with some overly rated useless power anyways).
Anyways, he was there when I looked up from my morning crossword; (Its not fare those funkin things are addictive) and from the heat I felt coming from those glasses I could tell that he was A. Not at all happy and B. Going to fry me and eat me for lunch if I even thought about speaking my mind.
"Well, well, well, it's so nice to finally be catching up to you ms. Kennedy" Wesker drawled, " You absolutely have to tell me how you do that little disappearing trick of yours, it had my agents quiet baffled".
Considering the only response he got out of me was an "Eh he" you could see how well I was coping with the situation.
Ok must review my rules of engagement, first get out, then analyze the situation.
Ok, first I had to get out of the situation, better start paying attention then, Wesker was still talking.
"Considering how well you seem to disappear it's no wonder that your brother and the rest of those meddling S.T.A.R.S are able to keep ahead of Umbrella," Wesker continued.
If those 'meddling S.T.A.R.S' as he put it weren't running from Umbrella I wouldn't be having so much trouble find good places to hide, if anything Blondie should be thanking them.
Wait, crap he's talking again.
" I have a proposition for you, work with me and I'll find a way for my employer to let you live, come with me willingly and you get a fare chance, try anything and I'll drag you out of here by your hair".
Ok, that is harsh.
"I don't suppose there's a door number three"? I asked, infusing my voice with all the cuteness I could muster.
Wesker reached up to his glasses and at first I thought he was just going to adjust them, that is until he pulled them off completely. At first his eyes were closed, and I got a fairly good look at his face, one question were men supposed to be that handsome?
It took a few seconds for him to open his eyes but when he did.
Violet met red, I had never dreamed of meeting anyone with such eyes before, red as blood, deep and cruel, he could have the world at his finger tips by using those eyes alone.
"No, there is not a door number three," he paused and glared making me shiver," No back door or parlor trick this time girl, your mine, I found you, I stole you, and I may have lost you for a time but I found you again, and I will do so, until you get it through your idiotic brain that you are no longer a being of free will. Umbrella made you into their weapon and I stole that weapon with the intent to use it, and I will wither you are willing or not."
His tone of voice made my blood run cold, I did the only reasonable thing at the moment, I took a sip of my coffee, my dinner made, been reheated so many times you couldn't tell it was coffee, coffee.
That's when it hit me.
So naturally I followed thru with my minuet made hair brain scheme, I put my cup down slowly on the table and spit in his eyes (the coffee, not spit spit, she's not that desperate you know) I jumped up and took off running.
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Wesker whipped coffee from his eyes, ignoring the staring crowd of customers.
This girl was really starting to get on his nerves, she treated the world like it was a game, every time he thought she zig she zagged, and it had only been by sheer chance that he'd been able to catch her in the dinner at all.
Wesker had taken her ability to elude into consideration long before he'd walked into this pathetic establishment, and he was glad he'd decided to do so. He hadn't expected her actions, much less the anger he'd only realized after he'd physically seen her there.
For some reason, knowing she was free and actually seeing it had two different effects on him, knowing she was free had only caused him slight irratation, but seeing it had enraged him. What right did she have, running off like that, she was HIS, (Get you mind outta the gutter, he's not thinking like that… Yet O) she was his property; she lived by his good graces alone.
He couldn't help but shake with cold furry as the thought of the years of research that had gone into making the virus that followed through her veins, and the danger she had put it in by entering the world with no knowledge about it. It angered him that she would treat it so flippantly, as if she was no different then any normal human, she could poison her self with something everyday or mundane and not even know it.
He had to keep his temper in check, if he damaged the specimen in anyway it could destroy what his employer paid well to receive.
And if it was one thing Wesker kept to it was standards, never in all his years had he failed to deliver, not in his new life, not in his last one, true he'd died, but in the end Umbrella had gotten what they'd paid for.
Wesker glanced around at the patrons one last time, analyzing them for one last time before leaving. Many looked at him with pity, but at that moment Wesker didn't care why.
"Dude," said a scruffy man by the front counter," Next time just bring her flowers".
His back went rigged at the implication.
"Don't worry," said an old man not much further away " She wouldn't have made such a big deal if she didn't love you."
"Indeed" Wesker said coldly, sneer firmly in place, as he stepped out the door.
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Tam:
A small blue bunny pops up out of no were, making readers question the sanity (Or lack there of) of the writer, upon further inspection the small blue bunny appears to be wearing a name tag reading "Twicka", and to readers surprise it begins to talk.
Twicka: Well hello everybody, my names Twicka; if your wonder why i'm here you should take a look at the author. (All look at the author sprawled a crossed the floor)
Sorry but she's outta it man, any who she told me before she fell over to give thanks to Twinkie and Robin Hicks, your input really helps, or something like that.