Chapter 12
Subject 1
Naomi's Apartment, 2005
"Answer the door." Keran spoke loudly as he knocked on the door. "Naomi, I know you're in there." He called as a tall dark haired man opened the door.
"Can you come back later?" The man said groggily. "Naomi's busy."
"Tell her that its Keran" The man turned his head and repeated the name to side. Then, he is swiftly pushed out of the room by Naomi. Then a shirt is thrown to him before Naomi pulled Keran into her apartment.
Naomi wasn't the beautiful and vibrant woman Keran had known a year ago. Her face had sunk and she never took care of herself anymore. She only leave her apartment to go to the bar or to the liquor store. It was a shame that she did this to herself. And Keran was the only friend she had anymore.
She lived was a small, 3 room apartment. A bathroom, a bedroom and a living room/kitchen. The living room's walls were made of brick and the carpet was tattered and stained. Dull beige curtains closed off all light into the apartment and a old orange ratty couch was slid against the one window in the apartment. In front of it a light brown table stood on top a ugly patterned mat.
A small television sat on the other side of the room next to the her kitchen counter. Her counter were wooden and rotting from neglect. Actually the whole apartment was. Her fridge and stove were yellowed because it hadn't been cleaned in a long time. The only light illuminating the room was a single lamp situated next to the couch.
Keran stood in her apartment and observed her appearance. Her hair that was usually short bob straightened had grown to just below her shoulder blades. Her purple hair dye had faded back into her jet black hair. She wore a tight leopard print dress that cut off at about 4 inches below her crotch. The neckline of her dress that hung so low that it exposed her black bra slightly and a pair of knee high boots.
"Friend of yours..."Keran said as Naomi approached her fridge and groaned as she pulled it open and saw that it was empty.
"What are you doing here?" She said avoiding the question, besides he already knew who that was or more like what he was. Which was someone she met at the bar or the liquor store or maybe even on the street that she used for one night and literally pushed out of her apartment.
"You have to stop" He muttered as she turned to him holding a beer she retrieved from the cupboard.
"Stop, what?" She asked as she sipped her beer.
"Stop going out and picking random guys off the street and bringing them back here." He told her more clearly now.
"I don't do that!" She shouted defensively.
"Then, who was that?" Keran asked.
"For your information, he is a dear friend who came over to help me with my bathroom."
"Without his shirt on? What's his name?" Keran asked.
"Um..." Naomi looked around her apartment. 'Shit, what was his name?' She thought as she examined the apartment for a clue finally stopping at a motocross jacket. She walked to it and looked at the name tag on it. It read 'PIERS'.
"Piers." Naomi told him.
"What about his last name?"
"Oh...shit..." She whispered to herself.
"Naomi, why do you do this to yourself." Keran asked. "You're to good for this. Drinking everyday and night. Letting these men take advantage of you."
"I'm fine, Keran."
"No, your not. You are an alcoholic and you need to stop."
"I'm not an alcoholic! I can stop if I want to!" She yelled.
"Then, stop for me." Keran said softly and Naomi's hostility wiped off. She looked at his sincere brown eyes and heard the tone of his voice. He was the only one who cared for her anymore. After all her friends left, he was the only one who always stood by her. "Stop, because you are the most beautiful and kind and funny girl, I've even known."
He was the only one in the world who loved her despite her flaws. And she loved him too, she stepped over to him and kissed him softly. She then wrapped both of her arms around his neck and kissed him the most passionately, she's ever kissed.
It wasn't about lust, this kiss. It was love but, she was broken and he needed to fix her. So, he pulled away. She was going to fight for the one
"I'll stop for you."
Cell & Hall
"Chris! Chris! Wake up!" Sheva yelled as Chris's slowly gained consciousness. Her hands were placed on his shoulders and she knelt down in front of him. And she used all the strength she had to shake the muscular man out of his almost comatose state. The normally white room flashed red in cycles. Chris awoke with the displeasing sound of a loud alarm sounding. His eyes cleared to see the beautiful face of his partner. She smiled as his eyes opened and he couldn't help but, notice the change in apparel. She now wore a turquoise low cut t-shirt that had a band fastened on her waist and a pair of beige shorts along with a dark brown pair of boots that cut. Her hand was
"Chris, we have to get out of here" Sheva told him as she helped him stand up.
"Where are we?" Chris asked groggily.
"I think we're underneath the museum." Sheva told him. "We need to find our weapons."
"Where are they?" Sheva shook her head and told him that she didn't know. "Well, then I guess we better start looking."
After Chris regained complete consciousness, the pair slowly walked out of their rooms and into what appeared to be a control room. There was a two-way mirror looking into the cell. 'Someone was watching over us' Chris thought as they walked into the long dank hallway. Its walls and floors were just composed of concrete. Drips of water slipped through the cracks in the wall and crashed into the floor.
They stepped into the first room and saw that it was an control room that lead to another cell just like theirs. It was empty but, inside there was desk and a chair pushed against the mirror. On the desk was a computer. And a printer sat underneath the desktop. Chris sat in the chair and looked through the computer. Only 2 document were shown. The first was a map of the building with a note attached. Apparently the museum was a front for this group that worked underneath it. It said that the entire staff of the building was actually apart of Paribara or group A.
"What's the next document say?" She said. Chris turned and read the 2nd document. It was a journal by a employees named Fanta Diallo. It read.
'We got this from the clean up at Kiunguza. It's a record of 1 of the 3 test subjects, the Bhai(group B, for you layman up on the higher levels) have tested the trepas2 on. -Fanta Diallo
Subject 1-Oumar Damba, Age :17, Male
-Subject is reacting well to treatments. Minor cold and gastric distress reported but, further investigation into it shows us that rest and some Tylenol should help. Date: 30th of June 2009.
-Subject is reaching a advanced state of discomfort and emotional turmoil. He is requesting to see his family and to be taken of trepes2. We'll take him off the Tylenol to see if its aggravating the trepas, if his behaviour gets worse will consider bringing them in. But, the bosses won't be happy, they are trying to avoid dealings with Fatim at all costs. Date: 1st of July 2009.
-Subject is approaching a catatonic like state. He refuses to eat or sleep and whenever we try to get close to him, he attacks us. We are going to bring his family in. Date: 2nd of July 2009
-Subject's state has changed more to a depression. He is reporting excruciating pain that comes every 5-6 minutes. We brought Fatim and Modibo in today, this seems to improved his mood slightly. Date 3rd of July 2009.
-Subject has died today. His body has decomposed at an accelerated rate and within 2 hours his body has become bloated with in similar way as to the way a body decomposes in an arid environment over 2-7 days. And at the end of the day this his body has begun to mummify as some corpses do after long period of time in a desert like environment. We've deemed the corpse as possibly hazardous and we've chosen to keep it in the factory to be supervised. The subject's brother has been poking around, maybe we should test the trepas on a adolescent to see if that poses viable results. If not we have caravans coming in and out of Kiunguza so, there is no shortage of test subjects. Date: 6th of July 2009.
Notes by scientist : Alain Diarra.'
"What? Alain Diarra?" Sheva questioned.
"What about him?"
"Nothing, its just that..." Sheva said as her voice cracked and she crossed her arms, trying to compose herself. "I know Alain Diarra." She looked down as tears formed in her eyes. Chris turned and looked to her.
"Hey, Sheva, are you okay?" Chris asked as Sheva bit her lip and avoided his gaze as a tear fell down her face. Chris stood and hugged her to his chest and whispered "It's okay." She cuddled into his chest and muttered.
"He told me he wasn't a part of it." Her tears fell onto his shirt as she shuttered. "He's my..." She pulled away and asked "We should go. We need to find the others and we need to..."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Sheva shook her head and leaned over the desk and printed the documents out.
"No, we have a mission to complete." Sheva told him as she wiped the tears off her face and took the freshly printed map and journal out of the printer. "Come on, the armoury down the hall."
"What if we run into trouble."
"I'm pretty sure that there isn't a security on this level, it seems that everyone's vacated it after the alarm sounded."
"Okay, but Sheva if you need to talk about him..."
"I'll talk to you about it. But, now we have to find Naomi, Gaston and Keran."
* Okay so, I've been thinking about writing a one shot soon and I'm thinking it be for couple I don't usually support. For a challenge. I've posted this same question on my deviantART, and I'm looking for input so, if you guys could post a review about a certain resident evil ship I'd appreciate it but, only if you want to. Anyhow, I really like the flashback in this chapter and I'm trying to be more descriptive of the environment and with how the characters move and stuff like that. Also, I introduced a Alain Diarra and added a little more information about the missing tribe. So, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter and have and amazing day!
-mrssherrymuller*