Eh...major lag going on in my head. I looked at my last chapter and blurted out, "Really?" I couldn't believe I wrote that fucking lime. I was either A) drunk off invisible Smearnoff/Vladmir or B) I was suffering from intense insomnia and was so dead that I wrote it without thinking. Why do I say this? Cuz I'm INTENSELY SHY about writing stuff like that, especially yaoi cuz I'm new to it. But oh well...
Random: You realize that Nick and Ellis have the most dialogue with each other in the game and that their relationship is more evolved than any other L4D character. Isn't really a NickxEllis quote/adventure, but it makes you think...
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Nick raised his magnum slowly and planted a bullet right between the eyes of a stray zombie. It's head exploded into mush from the impact of the powerful gun. He walked by it, surveying the damage while Ellis strayed slowly behind, axe in his hands.
The silence was definitely laid on thick since their...moment in the saferoom. Ellis was much too afraid to speak up, not wanting to make things more awkward than they should be. Nick enjoyed the silence, seeing it as a much-needed break from Ellis's constant chattering, but after a while, even he found the silence a little unnerving.
As they were coming off the ramp of an escalator, Nick took in the sights of cafe's and boutqiues. He blurte out unthinkingly. "Disco pants and haircuts. Great." He turned to Ellis, running his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth back the stray pieces. "How the fuck can you stand living here, Ellis?"
Ellis jumped at his name and turned sheepishly towards Nick. His mouth felt incredibly dry and he felt immensly awkward, but hearing Nick offend his hometown had him talking instantly. "Hey, don't talk shit 'bout Savannah. It's great, man." Nick kept walking forward, his back to Ellis, but a small smile playd at his lips. Ellis had finally said something.
He decided to urge the kid on, deciding that converstation was better then the fearful silence. "Really now? Well, what I've seen seems to tell me that its a disorganized, filthy, too-damn-hot town."
"Augh, Nick! C'mon, man! Savannah is totally not like that! You jus' come down here durin' a bad time!" Ellis felt his face heat up with slight annoyance. Nick was an asshole, sure, but he didn't like it when people talked down of his home. "You're an ass, y'know?"
"Never said I wasn't." Nick replied simply, smugly. He slowed his pace a bit, coming to a steady walk beside Ellis. He looked like he'd just stepped out of a horor movie, his shirt caked in dry blood, bandages all over him, and a bloody axe in hand. The Shining, Nick thought humorously to himself.
Ellis turned slightly and was surprised to see Nick staeing back at him. He quickly lowered his eyes, making a coughing noise. Nick just rolled his eyes at him and laced his hand into Ellis's. The mechanic met his eyes again in silent awe while Nick simply wore his trademark smirk.
Ellis's face finally melted into a slow smile as he tightened his hand around Nick's.
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Rochelle approached the glass windows, Coach lagging behind her. She only had one cartridge left in her hunting rifle and Coach was already down to a crowbar. She stared at the glass windows fearfully, knowing what was to come. But there was no way around it and if they wanted to get to the atrium, this was what they were going to have to deal with. Hesitantly, she raised her gun and shot the glass windows out, making the alarm roar throughout the complex.
She took one step outside and saw the biggest horde yet heading straight towards them.
Coach prayed aloud as his crowbar connected with the head's of the infected.
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Nick and Ellis jumped at the sudden blare of the alarm. Even louder than the alarm was the roar from the infurious infected. Nick shot a quick glance at Ellis, staring into his wide blue eyes.
Ellis nodded then muttered. "Coach and Rochelle."
They began in a sprint, running down various hallways and tipped over vending machines. Ellis urged himself on, despite his previous injuries. They finally came to a shattered display windows, obviously the source of the alarm. Nick fainly made out Rochelle's pink Depeche Mode shirt.
They were both running up the stairs, Coach and Rochelle, trying to fend off the attacking infected. He knew Rochelle was out of ammo, seeing how she used the butt to knock several of the infected back. Coach held some of the back with his crowbar, but some of them were starting to slip by and overwhelm them.
Ellis called out their names. "Coach! Rochelle!" Ellis gripped his M-16 tightly, wondering if he should try to shoot from here. But he raised his gun, his finger almost pulling back on the trigger.
Nick pushed the tip of his gun away, shaking his head. "You might shoot one of them, overalls. Too risky."
Ellis merely shot him a panicked glance.
Nick stood, wracking his brain for anything that could help Coach and Rochelle. Then he finally remembered something. He brushed back the fabric of his blazer, seeing that the boomer bile was still strapped onto his belt. He'd reckognized that the green liquid was, in fact, boomer bile, after the first time they'd encountered a boomer.
If he could use that foul shit against them...no...wait...it might work...
He unstrapped the boomer bile from his belt and trew the container off the balcony. It shattered, spreading the vile liquid across the ground. The infected picked up the sickly sweet smell, and craned their heads towards the source.
And to Nick's amazement, they topped off the 3 story balcony onto the ground floor, following it.
"Yesss!" He hissed triumphantly. Ellis smiled, sharing his enthusiasm.
They raced up the excalators, reaching Coach and Rochelle. Upon seeing Ellis, Rochelle let out a sigh of relief and automatically hugged him. "Ellis! Oh, honey! You're alright! Oh, sweetheart..." She laughed shakily in what seemed like a mix of tears and relief.
As soon as Rochelle back away, Coach clapped Ellis on his good shoulder. "Knew you'd pull through, boy." he murmured, smiling.
They all stood there in their circle, smiling, and for a moment, Ellis could have sworn that there wasn't a better family than this.
Then reality hit. "Uhh, guys? You realize that the alarm is still going off?" Ellis said, pointing to the now rioting infected making their way back up the stairs.
:"SHIT!" Nick cursed violently. "What do we do?"
"There's a control box in the monitor room across the balcony!" Rochelle said, pointing to the room. "We can turn it off from there."
Nick nodded and began making his way to the control box. Since he was the least injured of the group, he was able to run fastest and soon found that he was leaving them behind. He thought that maybe he should wait for llis, but then decided to keep pushing on. Ellis was fine. He was with Coach and Rochelle. Nothing would happen to him.
Nick had just crossed to the other side of the balcony and could now see the room in perfect view.
All of a sudden, he heard a hideous giggling. It came from right behind him and was growing nearer. He heard Ellis yell out to him, voice full of fear. "NICK! Watch out!"
Nick barely had time to see what was coming at him. As soon as he turned, the thing latched itself onto his shoulders, digging its fingers into his cheeks and eyes. He couldn't see where he was going and it was causing him to stumble uncontrollably. He felt it humping into his back, its disgusting buldge evident in its shorts. He felt himself grow naucous and bile build in his stomach.
Suddenly, h didn't feel anything else solid under his feet and felt himself descending. The hideous monster lost its gripped on his shoulders and he regained his eyesight. He grabbed onto whatever ledge he could find, keeping himself from falling to his death. He gazed perilously below, seeing the hideous Jockey fall to its death. He heard the sickening crack echo all the way up the mall. His heart sank into his stomach.
"Nick!" he heard Ellis call out. Ellis made his way across the balcony, falling to his knees in front of Nick. He grabbed his arms and helped tow the conman up. Nick almost felt like hugging the floor once he felt something stable under his feet. He heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the mechanic for support.
Ellis had his arms around him instantly. "You okay? Aw, shit...Nick...that thing gotchu good..." he brushed his fingers over the cuts and gouges on Nicks face.
Nick was still trying to regain his breath. "Little fucker..." he heaved out.
Coach and Rochelle had disabled the alarm and was now returning to them. Rochelle froze at the sight of the conman in the mechanic's arm. She pursed her lips, trying not to smile while Coach looked coyly at them. Nick glanced over Ellis's shoulders, then firmly pushed the mechanic back. Ellis turned and saw the same expressions and instantly complied. He helped the conman to his feet then backed away.
Coach pretended to clear his throat. "Well, uh...we still got an evac to get to...might as well get movin'."
Rochelle couldn't help herself and giggled slightly at him. Coach turned and started walking away while Nick and Ellis caught up.
"So, boys-" Rochelle began, but Nick's icy glare stopped her short. "O-Kaaaaay." she said, dragging out the vowel.
Ellis merely smiled, like he always did. At least they were all okay and reunited.
At least Nick wasn't hurt.
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What a cliche ending...I hope that didn't sound cheesy or anything. I don't want this story to be a giant cheese-fest full of nothing but lovey-dovey moments, so Imma try and slip in an adequate amount of action. And unlike a lot of other stories, Imma try not to completely ignore Coach and Rochelle. (HEY! They need attention too! T_T)
Please R&R!