Tam, whoa…
Leon: what's with her?
Chris: She's still trying to get over the con.
Leon: Con?
Chris: Yeah, she went to this convention called the Sakura Con.
Leon: Really, then why is she so, so bleh?
Chris: Apparently this was her first one, and it overwhelmed her.
Leon: She's a mad Authoress who can't even handle one anime convention and we have to do what she tells us?
Chris: Apparently, the Sakura con was a bit much for her brain at the moment, but don't be fooled she wields the authoress pen o doom; she could make you into a dancing duck if she wanted to.
Leon: OO, (sheepishly) oh yeah right, I forgot about that; nother question thou, why is she dressed like that?
(Readers look at Tam)
Tam is currently wearing a long red coat, under which is a black shirt, and a pair of black pants. On her hands are white gloves and she is currently wearing a pair of black boots, with red treads.
Chris: Cause apparently she dressed up as a character from a TV show.
Disclaimer:
AN: the person who guesses who i'm dressed as gets extra points.
I laughed as I ran, stumbling all the while.
Dogging around a corner I ducked down, not that it would do any good but I needed half a second to make a plan. I was in far deeper then id expected, they were all here, bugsy, Scar, and even china chick, and what's worse is the fact that I knew this wouldn't be easy. I couldn't just hide until they passed, they could sense my presence, and apparently it came with the whole virus package. Damn umbrella bastards, every time you think you have an advantage something comes along and shows you just how messed up there shit really was.
I WILL GET THEM IN THERE SLEEP!
I tried to calm my laughter and take a much-needed breath, this situation so sucked.
My body went rigid when I heard footsteps near by, the clackaty; clack of high heels gave away the identity even before all else that was definitely china chick.
Unless of course Scar had finally decided to come out of the closet.
Alas I always knew my downfall would be my humor, because the mental image I got from that absolutely killed me.
I could just see it now, big bad Scar walking by the nook I was hiding in, fully dressed in drag, Red Chinese dress complete with black heels and garter.
Ok the dress I could have handled, the shoe's were a little strange, the garter ok the garter was a bit much, but all those I could have taken without a sweat, but the final touch my mind put on that mental image made me crack, then gaff and finally I couldn't hold it in any longer.
For in my mind not only was Scar a cross-dresser, but he'd also begun to dance and sing the rocky horror picture shows song Sweet Transvestite.
Man was I doomed to failure, not only was I running from Wesker, and Umbrella, but I was working against myself.
But then again it was so worth the mental image.
Or at least it was until that bitch grabbed me by my hair, dragged me out of my hiding place.
Oh that bitch was going to pay, dragging me by me hair like that, IT HURT, and on top of that, NO BODY TOUCHES THE HAIR.
I grabbed her hand and thru her like a doll, unfortunately I forgot that it was still attached to my hair, which in turn meant, it wasn't only flying bitch, it was flying bitch still touching my hair plus flying me.
Man this is going to hurt.
THUWHAM.
KERTHUD.
And then a double splat as we both hit the ground.
"EVERY FUCKIN TIME, OUCH, JESUS CHRIST, IS THERE EVER A TIME WHEN I DON'T SABOTAGE MYSELF" was out before I could think about it twice, shit man, there I go again.
I stood up and took off, like hell was I staying around to see if anyone had heard me.
I had to quickly dodge to the side to avoid a flying tackle from Scar, and weave to avoid several quick grabs made by bugsy, I easily danced out of range, but tripped an landed on my much abused rear as he to took a flying leap that missed, (YEAH MY CLUMSYNESS IS GOOD FOR SOMETHING).
Needless to say I ran for a good couple of blocks before stopping, and even then I only stopped to tie my shoelaces, if I didn't id no doubt trip myself and impale my head on some random pole sticking out of the ground, or something equally bizarre.
That done I stood up to survey my surroundings, I was in a smallish city at the moment, so it had been easy to memorize the streets and ally ways, and unfortunately for me I discovered that locating myself wasn't my only problem.
Cause everything was spinning.
Please let this be a result of hitting the wall, cause if it wasn't, that meant I was having a violent reaction to something I ate, which in turn meant the ride ends here, cause like hell was there anyone who could properly treat me.
I managed to make it to the side of a building before it became to much, the sway and dip of the ground was ever so alluring, begging me to sleep, I knew I shouldn't, I knew that this would only to trouble, but, damn it I was so…
So very…
Very tired…
My vision started to fade, and blacken at the edges, as I weaved back and forth, trying, in vain to get somewhere, anywhere safe.
I couldn't stand it anymore, I dropped, and I couldn't support myself anymore.
I felt something grab me from behind and drag me back up, god please let this be Wesker, and at least I know his intentions.
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Wesker was absolutely livid; his men had failed to do there job.
He had lost her trail a block from the dinner, where he had also found his well-trained solders.
And of the three of them, not one had managed to catch the little brat.
But that doesn't begin to cover everything, apparently the drug he put in her coffee had no affect, he'd added enough in there to drop an elephant, and it happened to be a drug he himself couldn't taste without passing out.
What the hell was this little brat made of?
Perhaps the virus deviation they'd used on her was stronger then the pure tyrant strain, it would certainly explain the researchers desperate attempt to destroy it before it was stolen.
But how then, had they controlled her?
These thoughts brought Wesker no peace as he traveled down back streets following his superior senses; she had definitely been this way.
Wesker came to a halt not far from a random building, were he'd sensed her last, and unfortunely for him, and were she definitely was not. He'd lost her when her mind blacked out, it had caused him no small amount of discomfort to realize, that he very well may not be the only person who was hunting her, and that he had potentially given them exactly what they wanted.
It enraged him to no end, she was his specimen, his and no one else's, and the fact that she was more powerful then him made him want her all the more. He was after all a scientist, and the research that went into her very veins intrigued him to no end.
Wesker cursed under his breath, this little game of cat and mouse had dulled his sense of importants, and his priorities had temporarily been forgot, like a good predator he had lost himself in the joy of the chase, his Tyrant blood had taken over and the need to dominate and prove he was the best had caused him to miscalculate.
He was quiet literally his own worst enemy for his blood could betray him at any point, if he even for a moment lost control his need to kill or dominate would take over and all sense of self would be lost until that need was fulfilled.
He was only grateful that each time he lost control he had managed to get to a relatively secluded place, and that the only victims of his rage or bloodlust were animals.
Even now he felt it coming, the need to kill and dominate, he had to leave and leave now.
Krauser came towards him I'll at ease, he to could see Weskers tension.
"Wesker?" he asked questioningly.
"Away, get me away and then get away" was a Wesker could manage, before he buckled with the pain that was caused by suppressing his blood.
F F F F F F F F F F
My mind weaved in and out of consciousness, as I tried in vain to wake up. Damn it what had happened and were was I?
Dark shapes moved around me and faceless voices came and went.
When I finally woke to semi coherence I could hear voice talking.
"You should have brought her here" a smooth voice said.
"I know, but I couldn't very well have taken her to a hospital, without being noticed, " a younger voice said sullenly.
"We can keep her here until she gets better, but the minuet she recognizes one of us or starts asking unwanted questions, she out, and I don't just mean out side, I mean we dump and leave her half way a crossed the state." the smoother voice said.
Ok not going to ask questions then.
"And another thing," the smooth voice continued "Don't get attached, we may be innocent, but were wanted criminals all the same."
Ok now i'm more then a little uneasy, wanted criminals?
Man was I in deep.
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Alright then, chapter ten, and its early too.
One question is the pace of the story ok? Cause i'm not sure, I may have already asked this but I have to give you a chance to tell me strait not to mention i'm a little paranoid about how well its doing.
I am other wise so absolutely ecstatic about it thou, I have never had a story that was this popular and It makes me smile inside to think that my reviewers don't just drop off and never return.
I also wanted to add that, I have decide, after careful consideration to write a spin off of billys romp in chapter land, thou I dare say it wont be any fun for him, it will take me awhile to right everything down so don't expect it any time soon, I have to finish this story first. I promised myself this when I started writing this.
Oh one more thing, my sister asked my were this story was going and when I told her she was a bit disappointed, apparently she's a big Billy fan and she wants him to be the leading man, she's a great fan of RE and she asked me to do a AU with my character in involving Billy instead of Wesker.
Should I, it would be really different, it sounds like a good idea but i'm not sure.