Hey guys! I'm terribly sorry this update is late; I lost a bunch of inspiration for reasons I won't go into but I think I'm finally getting back into the swing of things.

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Roxanne: Chapter Three- Revenge

"How did he find out where you live? That's creepy, girlfriend," spoke Gwen from where she sat on the foot of Helena's bed. She combed her fingers through her stringy, dyed bleach blonde hair, green eyes focused on her friend who sat across from her.

"Hell if I know," Helena groaned, rubbing her eyes wearily. Ever since Kyle stopped by her apartment and declared his love for her, the brunette in question had trouble sleeping. She brought her gun out—yes, that gun—the one she swore that she would never use again, and kept it in the drawer of her nightstand, just in case. "And the worst part? I don't think he's going to give up. He seemed pretty convinced that we were destined to be together, or some happy crap like that."

"Please. Kyle Monroe only wants what's convenient for him. Remember when it used to be me he would obsess over?" The blonde waved her hand dismissively, chewing rather loudly on the piece of gum in her mouth. "Just give it time. Pretty soon he'll be onto the next girl and he'll forget all about you." She watched Helena for a moment, seeing her eyes avert from her own and down to her hands. "Hey," Gwen added, reaching over to squeeze her hand rather softly, "he's a punk-faced bitch. He can't and won't hurt you."

"I'm not worried about him hurting me. I just—"

The brunette practically jumped out of her skin when her phone started going off. She sent her friend a small smile and went to see who was calling her. Helena's heart then skipped a beat, seeing Leon's name popping up on her screen. Gwen watched her with a raised brow, prompting the former agent to hold up a finger. She hoisted herself off the bed and slid her finger across the screen to answer it. All the blonde could hear of the conversation was the initial 'hello', before Helena left the room to continue her conversation.

Gwen let out a sigh, swinging her legs over the bed to get up herself. She couldn't remember a time that she was left to her own devices in Helena's room. It was a rather bare room. Not many decorations apart from a few portraits that hung on the wall, and the family photo she always kept on her nightstand.

Curiosity got the better of the blonde. While blowing a couple of small bubbles from her now stale gum, Gwen glanced over her shoulder to make sure her friend wasn't coming back any time soon. She wasn't looking to steal anything. She was just looking out of pure boredom. Stubby fingers hooked around the knob to Helena's nightstand, pulling it open. Her jaw practically hit the floor when she saw the gun sitting there plain as day. Maybe she wasn't kidding at all. Maybe she did plan to do damage if Kyle didn't leave her alone. Gwen sat down on the side of the bed closest to the nightstand, now confused as ever.

She carefully shoved it to the side and started looking at everything else. There were photographs of people Gwen had never seen before. Most of them were of Helena and her sister Deborah (Gwen only knew of her passing. She never wanted to press for details, but she figured it was pretty heavy shit, due to Helena's PTSD). There were also a good number of photos of her friend and this handsome blond. Perfect hair, perfect eyes. And man did he have a nice body. Why couldn't men like that come to her on a daily basis?

Gwen could see it in both of their eyes in most of these photos. Either this man had been her significant other at some point, or they were harboring some major feelings towards each other. She made a mental note to ask about this man as she started flipping through photos again. Then there came photos of what looked like an office party. Gwen flipped through a couple of those, a smile playing on her lips until she got to one that wiped the smile right away. In the background, you could see "DSO" labeled everywhere. From the files scattered across the desk, to the coat hanging up on the back of the door.

Wait.

Wait.

Could that be why Helena has a gun on her? Because she was trained to? Gwen, deciding that was enough snooping, closed the nightstand just in time for the brunette to pad back into the room.

The blonde peered up at her friend, knowing it would be in her best interest to keep quiet about the whole thing. "So what's up? Got any juicy gossip for mama?"

Helena wasn't stupid by any means. And the look on Gwen's face gave her right away. "Gwen," she began, not trying to hide the annoyance in her voice, "didn't your mother ever teach you to not go through people's things? You get more questions than answers." She crossed her arms over her chest, approaching her friend carefully.

Letting a nervous laugh escape her lips, Gwen added afterwards, "don't ask, don't tell right?"

The brunette wasn't worried that Gwen would rat her out; hell, she'd be setting her own self up if she did that. But the thought of her past starting to blend with the present was more than a little unnerving. "I'm taking a few days off. Going to visit a friend of mine. Should be back Monday night at the latest."

Leon had called to tell her that he set up his guest bedroom for her to stay in. He also added the fact that she could stay as long as she would like. While it was tempting to escape from this hellhole she now called life, she wasn't sure she was ready to jump back into her past, either.

Gwen began to pout. "What am I gonna do while you're gone?"

Helena rolled her eyes, picking up a pillow and smacking her with it, "guess you'll just have to miss me," she teased.

"Noted," she chuckled, grabbing the pillow and snuggling it up to her chest. "So," she added, peering up at her friend, "are we still on for movies and lottsa grub? I'm starving."

The brunette pulled her phone out of her pocket, nodding at Gwen in the process. "You pick a movie, I'll order the pizza."

o—o—o

A very irate Kyle shut the door to his one-story home, practically slamming it off its hinges. After visiting Helena, he had done some serious thinking. She had denied him services; who the hell gave her that right? He ran a hand across his face, furiously wiping off the sweat that had collected on his forehead. There was a time and place for everything, and Kyle certainly knew when it was time to fight back.

In his own right, he was a genius. He was the go-to lab guy amongst all of his colleagues. Usually, he would be working on finding cures in his laboratory. But not today. No, today he had been doing some snooping around on Helena Harper. When he wanted to find something out, nothing could put a stop to him. In his snooping, he discovered all about her involvement in Derek Simmons' attempts to create a global outbreak. There were news articles all over the internet, trying to decipher whether she should be acquitted of all crimes or not, even after the case was closed. He figured that this was the reason why she ran away to California.

Kyle only knew this because of Helena's so-called friend Gwen. She, honestly, was anything but a friend to her. Anything he wanted to know about the brunette, he just had to ask Gwen. She was happy to fill in information. For a hefty fine, however. Of course, not even she knew anything about this. Kyle was a tech savvy hacker, amongst his other traits; if he wanted to get dirt on someone, he would go to every length he could until he got what he wanted.

So, in his free time in the lab, he started constructing a virus of his own. (He worked in a hospital lab; what he held in beakers and test tubes alike remained "confidential" information, as he would tell any of his other colleagues.) Since he was the head honcho, no one dared bat an eye, for fear of losing their well-paying jobs. Had they known what he was trying to do… fear of losing their job was the least of their worries.

He planned to get back at Helena with a familiar taste of poison.

Kyle walked through his dark house, feeling around for the phone in back pocket. He called the only person he could think of that was close enough to Helena. Her supposed best friend.

He figured that she wasn't going to agree so easily. But when he offered her a large sum of money that didn't involve having sex with him, she agreed. He didn't even tell her what she would be doing for him. He didn't have to tell her. While it irked him that she was so eager to do something for him that didn't involve removing clothing and going down wherever he pleased, Kyle still found himself satisfied.

The lanky redhead hung up the phone after his pawn agreed to play the game he was still concocting in his head, choosing to crash headfirst on the couch.

He still had a lot he was still running through his head.

Would he lock her in a room with one of the infected? Watch it rip her apart from limb to limb?

Or maybe he'd infect someone close to her and watch her squirm.

No matter what, he had to play his cards safe. The last thing he wanted was to have too much attention on himself. Okay, that wasn't entirely true. The thought of watching the world burning because of him was entirely enthralling. That much had to wait, however. Because there was one person on the top of his list.

Kyle was brought out of his reverie when he heard his phone go off. Glancing down, he noticed that it was a text from Gwen.

[Text from: Hot Blonde Bitch

She's catching a plane to Virginia tomorrow. Visiting a friend for the weekend. Since you're paying me oh-so generously, I figured you might want to know.]

He sat up, clenching a fist around the cushion he was sitting on. Lanky fingers in his opposite hand went to type a response back:

[Text to: Hot Blonde Bitch

Follow her. I'll drop off the money to you in the morning. Keep a good eye on her, and you'll receive double the payment afterwards.]

On the other end of town, Gwen was fighting with herself. She wanted the money. Needed the money. But she also felt like complete shit when she thought of Helena. Why would she even think about turning on her friend like this?

The answer was simple: it was famine or feast in this hell they call life.

It made her feel weak. It made her feel stupid. But how the hell was she going to turn down fifty-thousand bucks?

I don't really know how I feel about this chapter. I mean, I like it but at the same time I'm still a little eh about it? I knew I wanted to introduce the more RE-esque parts of the story but at the same time I still didn't entirely know how to make it work. Anyways, I'd like to see more reviews for this story. Even if you didn't dig the chapter, let me know what I can do to really pick this story up.