Tam: Well damn, that's depressing did all my reader die or something? -Pokes random body with stick-
Billy: Tam leave Bob alone.
Tam: Bob?
-Body stands up and does Zombie bit-
Billy: See now you woke him up.
Bob: No problem, I have to go to an audition anyways -Zombies away-
Tam: What the f&?
Disclaimer: Nope din do it, was them -points to creators of the game- only thing I own is my plot and the main character who still remains nameless!
Ok, so my impending doom was neither impending nor doomish...
Apparently he was more impressed with my ability to shut people up and take charge, but I still had a long way to go before I gained anyone's respect. I was on the bottom of the company totem pole, and no one would let me forget my place, I was after all the noob. It didn't take me long to adjust to the way thing worked in Umbrella, they do after all take good care of there employee's, bar the whole abandonment issue they seem to get ever time they have a little leak in lab, and of course the cutthroat competition when it came to moving up in the company...
Ok so it didn't really treat as well, but anyways they did spring pretty far for some people, and I being security was right in the middle there, so I got a nice studio sort of room in the base itself. It in its self presented a few problems, but they in turn were dealt with easily enough considering I had almost every contingent known to man shoved inside my brain before I was thrown to the dogs.
Not fun I can tell you that much, I mean you think studying for this was fun or easy? Oh hell no, not by a long shot, be glad teachers cant actually hit you or standard slacker students would be black and blue by lunch time. Unfortunately for me, with my teacher's it was part of the whole education process, I didn't get a moments rest during these last few weeks, between dodging Billy's random attacks to gauge my readiness and Yoko's brain cram sessions I was all but burnt out.
In fact im pretty sure that by the time I had entered the Umbrella facility I looked like some new species of raccoon...
But I digress my first night there was anything but peaceful, between waiting for Umbrella employee's to come running in toting guns and praying to god that my I.D was properly forged I managed to get a little sleep, but not much. However it didn't matter in the long run because when I showed up at the main security office I was soon dispatched back to my room, apparently I had the next few days to settle in before work actually began.
Fancy that, two entire days before I was expected to do anything, wasn't that just... Kind of them...
Umbrella and kind didn't go together gracefully.
But whatever.
I slept almost the entire time, I shit you not and man was it good, I don't think I've slept so well since id become a... Well what ever the fuck I was now, perhaps it was the fact that I knew Wesker didn't dare step foot here without a plan, or maybe it was because I could feel the others, those creature who weren't lucky enough to be something like me. I could tell, there were creatures here that id never felt before, things that I couldn't describe they were different then the lowly zombies, more powerful but at the same time they only knew the hunger, the hunger and the drive to live and do so in any way possible. I had felt similar things in the first Umbrella base... My first cell.
The one that had nearly smothered all my coherent thoughts, back when I hadn't realized how important it was for me to cling to them. It amazing really, the fact that I had retained my ability to realize myself, rather then becoming nothing more then a hulking Tyrant.
That aside my rest was surprisingly... Restful and surprisingly enough when time did come for me to be put to work, I slipped into my role as easy as a regular employee, do this do that you have these classes at this time, your on monitor duty at this time on these nights, normal stuff for an Umbrella employee, and I went a good month before Mr.Rastin (as I found out he liked to be called Mr.) again and boy could I have gone for another few months without, but hey want in one hand shit in the other see which one fills up first.
Apparently my progress intrigued Mr. Rastin, because he took a personal interest me, man was I weirded out at first but thank god it wasn't like THAT. However I didn't have time to make friends, I had to do this soon, if not now, and let me tell you I have quiet a few unkind nicknames.
Apparently I am not very good with people, I'll give you three guesses why.
David Rastin was the only person I got along with on base, (the nearest runner up being the cleaning guy who didn't like anyone), but that aside I actually had a lot of fun, and learning ones way around an Umbrella system was actually quiet interesting, the ins and out of the computers as well as the security set up is quiet something, much more advanced then the crap they called security at the last base I took up residence in.
Apparently they only cared to put good security in the more important bases, but that aside I have finally found the chink in their armor, so to speak. They rely far too much on computers, which will be there downfall im afraid, because I shall use it to my advantage, give me an inch Umbrella? I'll take a mile, anything to get rid of you heartless sons of ...
Well, um right then I swear these horns are here only to keep the halo in place!
What? Do you not believe me? Good choice, I am far more evil then anyone as little and cute as me has any right to be, Ku ku ku ku.
It had been two months since Id come here, and now it was time for me to collect my ahem "fee" and go home, the plan had been put in to motion and it was only a matter of time before I was back home sleeping on my beloved love seat. I had chosen now because Mr. Rastin was away, as much fun as it would have been to do this whilst he was here and running the show, I figured my friends would appreciate getting out of this alive. I mean, its not like I didn't have faith in them, it's just that I know what Rastin is capable of.
I slipped my laptop case off my back and grinned evilly, it was go and my data collecting went almost without fault, well until some nit wit fellow trainee stumbled by half drunk and decide to try and cop a feel, currently he was studying the art of being in the state of unconsciousness, curios of one of Billy' many lessons.
It wasn't long after that when the warning sirens started to go off, time for me to take my leave and be off then and away we go.
I slipped through the office portion of he building with relative ease, it was always closed after 9:00 since everyone but security went home for the night, and I paused and listened for the sign.
I could hear gunfire from here, and unfortunately it was getting closer, to close.
Something wasn't right, they wouldn't be drawing them my direction unless something had gone wrong, and I was getting the feeling that something HAD gone wrong... Very wrong, turning a corner I broke into a run trying to get to where the fighting was taking place, turning another corner I bolted for the door to the reception area, it was the quickest way to any place in this god forsaken building, but I didn't use it often.
I kicked open a door and the scene I came upon threw me for a loop. The place was chaos, I couldn't make out where the gunfire was coming from, which was definitely not a good thing.
"BILLY, WHERE ARE YOU?" I yelled hoping to be over heard.
"OVER HERE" a voice said distantly to the right.
I raced towards the voice ducking and weaving praying not to be hit by anything.
I felt this annoying tickling sensation in my head, as if some one decided it was time to dust out my under used mind, and had chosen a feather duster for the job. Where had I felt this before? I know I have felt this, but when? The answer was just beyond my mental reach, my current situation was far more pressing.
I dove behind a door any came up short, Id nearly run down Billy.
"Did you get the Intel?"
"Yeah", I said taking a shaky breath, "What happened? I thought this was going to be easy."
" Something went bad, we aren't sure what, Kevin got shot, I told them to get the hell out of here and volunteered to look for you, your cover's blown, that's the only explanation" Billy said in a rush as I pulled out my Umbrella issued side arm, I slapped a clip home as a million thoughts ran through my head, the only explanation for this was my "Record". I should have pressed for someone else to take my place, hell I could have done anything to worm my way out of this, why the hell hadn't I?
FUCK!
I leaned my head back and took a breath, rummaging in my pocket I pulled out a set of computer disks and held them up to Billy, "I cant hold on to these, you know that you have a better chance of getting out of here, take em and run while I give you cover fire." Noble of me wasn't it? Not really, I had a pretty good idea of how things would go down if we tried to escape together, they wanted me, and they would get me any way they possibly could, I don't know how the figured it out but that didn't matter. I wasn't going to drag Billy down with me.
" Its a noble sentiment kid," Hey did I just think something like that? "But I aint going to leave you behind, your a part of the team, I wont leave anyone behind."
... Oh for the love of god, why do almost all of the people I know have to be so damn... Loyal? Self-sacrificing? Either way cant they just for once take a hint and run? Billy's gun clicked empty and he used language that is slightly more then PG-13, I took his gun from his hand and replaced it with mine "Even with Umbrella training I cant hit the broad side of a barn", the smile I got otta him was well worth it, I believe I've told you before that he reminds me of my brother, and its not in his looks, its in the way he acts.
What I would give to see Leon again...
I snapped out of my little pity party when Billy knocked me on my forehead, "DAMNIT BILLY IM NOT A DOOR".
"With the way you weren't listening you might as well have been" Billy gripped as I rubbed my forehead, "We need to get out of here, and there in the way, do you know of any other way out of here?"
"Well it depends, where'd you guys park?"
"In the fast food restaurant parking lot why?" Billy said quizzically, I shifted slightly and took a quick look around, the gunfire had stopped, but not because they where gone oh no, they were waiting for us. Well they would get us soon enough, and of course we would be more then they bargain for, I pulled the empty clip out of his gun and checked, it was a 9mm so the extra ammo I was carrying would work for it as well as mine. I quickly reloaded it and slipped the clip back in, the guns were similar but not the same (1) aiming low I fired a shot, not particularly trying to hit anything, just seeing what it would do.
Apparently Billy had us in the middle of a group of trainees because they all scrambled to shoot back despite the fact that I was already behind cover, "Do you have anything more flashy or was your 9mm the only thing you grabbed Billy?"
"Well" he says dragging out the word "I have three incendiary grenades, two flash grenades, a magnum with extra ammo, and a box of pocky."
I stopped for a second what? "Pocky?"
"Yeah, I thought I would give you a reward for a job well done, but apparently not" He says sly look on his face. Damn bastard; deny me my pocky will he! Fine I'll just leave him here to rot, "that is unless you can get us both out of here," he really has this was of motivating me to do something, I stand up and put on my scary face.
NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING stands between my pocky and me! That's it, UMBRELLA MUST DIE! Ok maybe a little overboard, but if they stood between you and you're favorite Thing in the world what would you do?
"Billy?" I said sugary sweet smile on my face.
"Yeah?".
"Be a dear and hand me a flash grenade?" he quickly complied; looking at my like I was some kind of loon. See that's another thing about me, very few people realize that I'm at my worst when I smile like that, Billy caught on the first time around, and considering that he ended up on the other side of the living room because he made the mistake of trying to force me awake with cold water its not much of a surprise.
The feather duster feeling came back, and it was more prominent this time, what the hell? I took a deep breath and forced it from my mind, I had a job to do. Ducking low I fired a shot towards them and moved back, gun fired erupted from the other side of the hallway, drowning out everything else, now or never.
I pulled the pin and lopped the grenade at them, I grabbed Billy and with a quick jerk I was down the hall and out the door before they even had the time to duck from the flash, I didn't realize at the time, but I was using my Tyrant strength and going twice as fast as any normal human had the right to go Billy tucked neatly under my arm as if he were some package to be delivered. Not that it much mattered a few seconds later as I felt a burning pain in my ankle, I dropped like a ton of bricks and skidded to a stop, Billy being a lucky bastard had been mostly shielded by me when we fell, so he wasn't so bad off scraps and bruises nothing worse.
I tried to stand but collapsed as a searing pain hit my ankle, a quick look told me everything as the blood from my ankle seeped to the ground, I hissed and cringed.
And with the ominous click of a gun I knew I wasn't going to get away from this one.
It was Rastin that damn bastard I knew something wasn't right with him.
"Well, well, well, it appears that you're a bit surprised, don't be I may seem kind but I am no fool," The mans glare cut through me and I knew my fate wouldn't be kind, I caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye and blinked, another gun clicked and this time it was right next to Rastin's head.
Oh my god Billy is a wonderful person "I don't know who you are, and I don't give a good god damn, but me and the Kid are leaving and your going to be nice and let us."
Rastin glared and lowered his gun, "I wonder Mr. Coen if you truly know as much about your friend as you think you do?"
I looked from Billy to Rastin to Billy again, and prayed that he wouldn't take the bait "What the hell do you mean by that you Umbrella snake."
"Well I assume of course that you know she works for are company, yes?"
"Yeah, cut to the chance I haven't got all day," Billy shifted slightly taking a wider stance.
"I do however wonder if you knew that," and at this Rastin or RATBASTARD as I have now dubbed him paused, I'm guessing for dramatic affect.
"That what you stupid S.O.B I haven't got all day?"
"That she isn't human of course," I cringed, yep definitely bad.
Billy seemed taken aback for a moment, and as he looked at me I felt it hit me, the guilt, the pain, the fact that I had lied, he looked at and he felt betrayed, he looked at me and I felt sorrow.
The Rastin moved, grabbing for Billy's gun they wrestled for it rolling over and back again, trading blows, the trigger was pulled, a shot was fired and Billy went limp.
"BILLY!"
Rastin stood up with a grin, "Fool should have known better then to let his guard down" I crawled to Billy ankle screaming, and prayed that he would be alive, for some reason Rastin had started ranting.
"You know, I have always been second best, always since that bastard popped up" he said and I only needed one guess as to whom he was talking about, Wesker and Rastin's feud went way back, and was apparently epic.
Shielding Billy from Rastin I quickly checked for a pulse and felt like sighing, his eyes were partially open, he was alive thank god. "Can you run?" I whispered his lips formed one word and I knew what I had to do next.
"You know they were right" I said, almost off handedly.
Rastin stopped and gave me a look that would peel paint.
"Wesker was better then you," I grinned at him, I almost didn't see it coming but then again my special sense are almost useless so I guess it all evens out. He let loose a kick aimed at my ribs, and it hit me square knocking the wind out of me, but it was a small price to pay since he'd given me my chance, I latched don to his ankle with my teeth biting down with all of my available strength, and pulled him down "GO BILLY, RUN WHILE YOU STILL HAVE THE CHANCE!".
We struggled, but it didn't help, I couldn't run and no one would save me, Billy was gone and that bridged was well burnt, I was done for but that didn't mean I was going to give up without a fight.
He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to face him, "YOUR GOING TO PAY FOR THAT YOU STUPID BITCH!" He slammed me to the ground, and my world blurred, the pain was intense and as he stepped on my back and my already aching ribs protested "MY MEN WILL FIND YOUR DAMN FRIEND AND DO THE SAME THING TO HIM AS WE DID TO YOU" this man was sick, first he's all kind and now he's a psychopath, what the hell happened?
The feather duster feeling hit me again and I sneezed.
What. The. Hell?
Where had I felt this before, and why was it so persistent now?
I pushed myself up on my elbows, and tried to crawl I don't know where but I tried.
But I knew there wasn't much use, Id helped rebels fight an evil corporation, been trapped in one of there buildings whilst it self destructed, been dragged to a lab, drugged, beat the odds by surviving a new strain of T-virus, escaped with a monster, gotten caught again by said corporation, been stolen from said corporation by afor mentioned monster, starved, escaped, run half way a crossed the world, joined another band of rebels who where also against said corporation, infiltrated said corporation and succeeded in not only stealing valuable information, but also nearly getting away with it.
I had run my life worth of luck, my question shouldn't be how did he catch me but rather what took them so long?
I struggled to drag in a breath without coughing, my ribs ached, my head hurt and all I wanted to do was go to sleep, I shouldn't because I probably had a concussion but for some reason, it just didn't matter anymore. I fought to keep my eyes open but I wasnt winning.
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Ok I wanted to thank all of my readers for staying with me through my recent, ummm weirdness you wouldn't believe my life if I told it to you. However, Despite that I managed to keep up with this story, which is definitely a good thing, however I did do a very baaaaaaadddddddddd thing, I started another fic -smacks self- damn plot bunnies decided to run away with the FF7 world, and I haven't found them yet.
However if you are interested in OC, FF7, Shinra and the Turks you might want to take a look at it.
(1) OK I have decided to use these little number to explain thing in case you get confused, there are several different types of 9mm guns out there. But the thing is, is that for some reason all of the guns in whatever story regardless of wither its an actual published story or not seem to have a universal clip... Now I know that it may seem anal, but for the love of god I know from experience that not all clips are made equal, some hold more bullets some hold less, most are designed for a specific model of gun, it just bugs me that they seem to not only have a infinite amount of clips but that they all fit in the gun there using, this is why in the game you pick up boxes! Not clips (unless your playing the original RE1) boxes of bullets.