Malconin clamped his hand around Travis' throat and stood, picking Travis clean up off the ground. "Everyone's life is important," Malconin parroted. "If you listen to yourself, then why would you want to die, you just said you were important."
Malconin glanced at Lianne, then back to Travis. "She is right, by the way, we have to stop fighting...and Rain IS alive, Travis...I have enhanced her personally...both her and Berina are the two most important of the enhancements, other than myself of course...if you want to see her again, stop acting like a fool and help me."
Malconin placed Travis back on the ground, but did not release his throat. "Take a good look at the woman you know as Lianne," Malconin said and forced Travis to look at her. "You fool, did you ever stop to ask why Lianne looks so much like Rain? Did you ever stop and ask her where she was from, what she is doing here or why she is alive?"
Malconin turned Travis' head back to him and bore into his eyes with an icy glare. "Lianne IS Rain, you fu*king fool of a man! You have been with her since I sent you into that bloody trap!"
Malconin threw Travis down to the ground at Lianne/Rain's feet. "Perhaps if you didn't just wall yourself away from the pain when you saw how much she looked Rain, you might have been able to find these things out for yourself and not caused more problems for those who are trying to save the rest of civilisation. Now you are reunited, so get over yourself and try to realise that there are more important things on hand than uselessly trying to make me pay for the mistakes I have made."
Lianne kneeled next to Travis, "You ok?" She said softly, not knowing what the hell was going on, she shook her head as Malconin looked at her, "Whatever you're saying doesn't mean or make sense at all to me...if I was her, wouldn't I have some memory of Travis at all?" It dawned on her then, she looked at Travis, "But...I...died...didn't I? Thats...thats why I dont remember him, or anything at all...I...I...oh my god...I died." She said softly, on the verge of tears.
OOC: Thanx for the compliment, AcrypT! Really wonder what your flashback woulda been about 😗 Well, I have to admit, this story is becoming quite interesting, what with being rife with conspiracies and secrets…I simply love it! But all the survivors don’t have to be ‘let loose Umbrella test tube babies’ now do they? Well, anyways, on with the show…
“Oh that's easy, Hell.” shouted Paul from the hall
Chrys nodded her head and input the password into the riddle. ‘That should’ve been an easy one for me. Been going through that my whole life.’ The computer beeped loudly, the screen fading to black, then turning to a bright screen filled with information showing transactions between Umbrella and the police commissioner, along with cover-ups that the RPD was paid a hefty amount to cover up.
She waved it off as trivial at the moment as it was really just a small part to the big picture. She took out a disk hidden on the inside of her Kevlar vest and placed it inside the CD-ROM, downloading the file with a casual expression. Once done, she placed the CD in a special case and placed it back on the inside of her vest. “That was easier the…”
Chrys trailed off at seeing the information on the screen flash then fade to black, being replaced with a devious looking smilie face. Below it, in bright font flashed the word 'HELL' along with a message. “I’m your lucky numbers, luv…” read Chrys in a quiet voice.
The bottom right of the screen switched onto a fuzzy camera view of a circular room, vague moving figures visible behind bars. One of the cells…no, cages, started to open up. Halfway open, something crawled out then moved against the wall. It took out a long tongue then turned to the camera’s direction. The next thing was seen was fuzz as the licker broke the camera leaving Chrys with the seizure inducing screen.
‘At least I know that wasn’t here…but then where? I mean-, oh for the love of…’ The screen was starting to mess with her thoughts, bothering her head. She loaded a beretta then cocked it towards the screen. She let out one shot to the center of the screen, the second to the computer. ‘Now that that’s settled-’
Paul shouted her name, interrupting her thoughts. She got out of her seat and walked to the doorway, brushing past Paul as he started to come in. “We’re done here…” She stretched her arms upwards as she started to run down the stairs and out the station. She heard Paul ask her a question, but ignored it as she wasn’t quite ready to talk with him yet.
Chrys stepped outside and took a breath, trying to clear her mind from her emotions and memories. She hadn’t gotten that bothered in awhile and it was killing her that it was happening now of all times. She looked off into the metallic shine of a far away glass building that had somehow managed to remain intact. ‘So much to say…but I don’t want to say it…how I missed him…how I hated him…how I lo-’
“So where do we go from here?”
Chrys turned to Paul, not bothering to hide the melancholy look in her eyes. She gulped and looked away, taking another breath as she placed on a stony face. “We-” She stopped, her voice revealing what her face couldn’t. She took out a cigarette and placed it to her lips as she took out her blackish blue lighter. She raised an eyebrow in Paul’s direction as she flashed the lighter. “Look familiar?”
She lit the cigarette, upset that her nerve was starting to go, but forced a neutral expression and tone. “From here, we head to a pharmacy, yes, a pharmacy, near the outskirts of town. There was said to be an underground lab there but I have no intention of venturing the lab considering circumstances.” Chrys said as she started to walk down the block with Paul.
Raine kept her distance deciding to give the two a little time with each other. ‘Wonder how it’ll all play out…Shakespearian tragedy or daytime soap opera?’ She raised her arms behind her head, keeping a safe eavesdropping distance as she watched the two ex-lovers.
Chrys took a drag from the cig, then threw it aside, not even fully smoked yet. She glanced to Paul, pleased that she had regained her stone cold ice composure, then turned back to her lighter, flicking the cap off and on. “So tell me Paul, what are you doing here? I’m pretty sure the Mosad wouldn’t send one of their agents into a biological outbreak. I’ve shared part of my agenda with you…” She closed the lighter and pocketed it. Chrys turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Now it’s your turn…”
Malconin soften slightly and relaxed his stance. "You did indeed stop breathing, and yes your heart did stop, so technically you would have been classed as deceased. My scientists and I managed to revive you, but you were in a delicate condition, therefore I personally took charge of the enhancement process...not just because I needed another subject, but because, believe it or not, I did care for you, as one human to another, I did want you to live."
He took a step towards her. "I can assure you that you are indeed Rain...or, I guess you could say, WERE, indeed, Rain. As Lianne, with your enhancements, you could be considered as a completely different person...but, now that you know this information, you will find the memories of your time as Rain returning...in time, you will remember exactly what you had with Travis."
Malconin knelt next to Travis. "For what it's worth, I am sorry for everything you've been through. I know sorry won't cut it, but...well...there it is. I also thank you, bleive it or not, for sleeping with my wife. You gave her comfort at a time she needed it and at a time I simply could not..."
Malconin stood and placed a hand gently on Rain's shoulder. "Take some time to re aquaint yourself with Travis. Anyone can see he needs you now, and I guarentee you'll find you need him. Lend each other your strength, for, deep down, you both contain it in abundance...and when the time comes, I shall find you and with everyone together, we shall right this mess that I have placed us in."
He removed his hand and glanced at Drake, Darion, Rain and Travis in turn. "And when this is all over, I shall give myself to all of you and allow you to punish me in the way you see fit. I deserve to pay for what I have done."
Berina smiled across at the young woman, putting her hand on her shoulder, "I wish you could my friend, I'm just worried about my husband. I found out almost two days ago that he's now alive and just after our reunion we had to separate to save all these people from the walking dead. Despite my conscience telling me he's fine, I have that gut feeling that something's wrong."
OOC: Great stuff, that was an unexpected twist in the story but it seems to mean we're nearing the end. It's a bit sooner than I expected but we'll see how long it'll take, what could be the beginning of the end could also just be the beginning of another 30 page adventure.
Dilemma Dilemma...Should my skin start bubbling, i figure out I'm some secret lab experiment and go join the rest in saving the world or do I find a way of my own to still be an important part of this story?
Midnight, I say we find our own way of making ourselves important, why go with the flow when we can make a flow of our own?
I won't do anything drastic yet but if you agree then we better get ourselves into things.
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midnight go ahead and post what you shown me, do as you whish with paul till your done but leave the whole answering part to me...night *falls asleep*
OOC: my eyes won't stay open, I'm not entierly sure what I'm writing, I'm leaving out the whole story for now, it's only half written i cut out the story and only left his actions. I'm to tired to think of what you should do with this post, it wasn't saposed to come out like this, I was saposed to finnish it but I think I may die if I try. Sorry for the mess
Midnight if you go along with what you said you wanted to do then you could just do it as if it was after she heard the story, I'll do my best to make it all fit in when I wake up acordidng to whatever it is you decide to do
Eh, its alright. I would post now but it's a bit...alright, alot late right about now. I'll post for Chrys around late tomorrow night or around five. 😐 Really sorry but its the only probable times I think I'll be on w/ o interruption so you can go on and post part of your's, I'll get em to the location and go w/ my idea, and then you can have your character do the rest...
As for the bubbling skin? I decline, let's see what we can come up with 😊 Well, night night night 😖leep:
Shalimar eyes flashed yellow." you know my eyes have been doing this alot lately.
It always dose this when something bad is going to happen.she walked to the window "Berina. are these the walking dead things you were talking about.cuz what ever they are they are geting closer. shalimar just looked at the life less bodies walking crawling draging them selfs to base. by mistake shalimar jumped into a corner of a wall & celling
~ but i may not be on tonight cuz my brother or mother broke the keyboard.i swear i can't have nothing i that house were out it geting broke or you of them lieing about it~
OOC: I was tired yesterday, I was trying to finnish my post before I went to bed but my GF came over so when she went to bed I tried to continue but I nearly fell asleep on the keyboard so I gave up.
“Look familiar?”
Paul recognised the lighter, it was none other than the one he had given her for her twenty first birth day, he wondered why she still kept it but he just nodded.
“From here, we head to a pharmacy, yes, a pharmacy, near the outskirts of town. There was said to be an underground lab there but I have no intention of venturing the lab considering circumstances.”, Chrys said as the three of them walked.
Paul's lifted his head at hearing this new information, another underground lab, another possible hive, that was definitely new to him but his mind was filled with thoughts of Chrys, nothing els seemed quite as important at the moment. Chrys threw her unfinished cigarette to the ground and turned to Paul.
“So tell me Paul, what are you doing here? I’m pretty sure the Mosad wouldn’t send one of their agents into a biological outbreak. I’ve shared part of my agenda with you…Now it’s your turn…”
Paul swam back into his memory searching for the right answer, it was harder than he thought, he'd have to tell her everything.
'I'm not with the Mosad anymore...' he stopped and looked at Chrys, her eyes were like glass, Paul got the feeling she was on the verge of tears.
'Are you ok?', he asked cautiously, holding back the temptation to hold her in fear that she would get even more upset with him. She turned away from him and wiped her eyes...
OOC: I think that will fit nicely with your planns.
BTW I finaly got my RPG aproved!
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine.” She quickly said as she turned in the direction of the pharmacy. She bit her lip, and despite herself, felt a small tear manage to slip from her eyes, even after the cigarette. She wiped it away and felt her whole demeanor grow cold as something overtook her. She wasn’t sure if it was anger, sorrow, or years of holding back her emotions, but she knew that she’d explode the next time Paul spoke to her.
Chrys held back the urge to just let it all out, on the account that Raine was walking behind them casually. ‘No need to get her involved…’ She glanced back to Raine and narrowed her eyes. “Miss eavesdrops. Hurry it up; I’d like to get there this century.” She shouted in an indifferent tone.
Raine made a face, and jogged up to the duo. She noticed the sort of tension between the two and held back a comment she had had ready for Chrys. The trio walked for a little more than a half an hour until after countless zombies and two roaming hunters, they reached a bright white building with the words Umbrella in neon blue. The fluorescent lights shone brightly from the inside of the blood stained glass of the building, apparently unaware of the biological outbreak that had overtaken the city.
Chrys took out the clip from her gun and looked at it in scrutiny, then with a distant expression in her eyes, as several rants and commentary started to run through her mind. She shook her head and closed her eyes, placing the clip back into the gun before turning her gaze to the pharmacy. “There shouldn’t be too much of a zombie crowd here considering locale. Even so, stay on your guard.”
Chrys started to push open the doors, but stopped at seeing a lock and chain around the handles. She shot off the lock with the feeling of a blind rage growing through her. She took a deep breath as she walked into the store, pointing her gun into the shadows and listening closely for any moans that might be heard.
Paul and Raine followed suit, watching around for any zombie activity as Chrys made her way towards a door behind the crimson stained cashier counter. She leaned over the desk only seeing a trail of blood or to be exact as if someone had been dragged away from the location. ‘But if that’s the case, where to?’ She picked up a small keycard from the spot with a gloved hand and slid it through the “Employees Only” door to the right.
After a brief second, the door slid open and let out into the open, a strong scent of decay. So strong, even Chrys held her nose. She felt a row of goosebumps make their way across her back at the spectacle. ‘That answers my question…’ she thought, a sense of sympathy mixed with disgust at the sight before her.
"God, what's that..." Raine walked into the doorway and drifted off as she widened her eyes. She held back a retch and turned her face to the side. Paul went to look, then turned his head away, making a small face.
In the room before them lay a narrow walk way with bright sparkling white tiles, fluorescent lights causing a glow to the room. To the side of the narrow walkway was a huge glass wall on each side. Inside the glass rooms were around twenty corpses on each side, most black and decayed, laying there for only God knows how long.
Chrys forced her hand from her nose as she walked into the room. She held onto her beretta cautiously as she started to walk down to the end of the corridor to a silver trap door in the floor, Paul leading in front and Raine covering the back.
Raine looked into the red-caked glasses with a sense of dread going through her then stopped walking at coming to a horrific conclusion. "They're...they're still alive..."
Chrys stopped in her track at hearing part of Raine's comment. She had been drilling a hole into the back of Paul's head with an ice cold stare, several words going through her head but the word 'alive' snapped her out from her cold rage. She turned back then noticed one of the decayed corpses, flesh falling from its bone. It had started to get up on severely shaky steps and walk to the glass. Raine had raised her beretta whereas Chrys widened her eyes. "Don't shoot the glass!" she shouted in a commandeering tone.
Chrys shot the gun from Raine's hand at the same time that Raine, surprised from hearing Chrys shout, let a shot out into the glass, killing the zombie. Her gun flew from her hand and out into the doorway. She glared to Chrys. "What was that for?!"
Another zombie got up, it's skin black and maggots swimming across it's face. It pounded on the bullet hole on the glass, and a small crack appeared from the hole. A few more zombies got up, joining in on trying to get to the three humans, anxious for the taste of their flesh.
Chrys grabbed her by the hand and started to run, motioning for Paul to follow.
Raine looked back to the building crowd around the glass and then to her weapon. "What about my gu-?"
"It's not worth your life," interrupted Paul as he made his way to the silver entrance of the trap door. He pulled open the doors, ushering Raine and Chrys down onto the small set of silver steps. Just then, the sound of breaking glass was heard, the stench of decay bringing tears to the survivors eyes.
Paul looked at the approaching wide eyes mob, and let out a few shots from his beretta. After downing ten, he jumped down joining the girls, but making sure to slide a huge rectangular metal block through the handles, just in case the zombies figured out how to open doors.
The new room was dimly lit compared to the rest of the store and filled with cobwebs, along with boxes of vials and wasted medical equipment. It was small in size, about the size of gas station store. A wooden table stood below a dusty vent opening. Nearby, against one side of the wall was a huge metal door, but the only way it could be accessed looked to be from the other side.
"So we're trapped." muttered Raine at hearing the shuffling steps coming from the tightly closed trapdoor and looking to the impenetrable door.
"Not exactly..." muttered Chrys as she turned her gaze upwards. The two followed her gaze, which led to the small vent opening. "It would be simple enough to go through the vents, and open up the door from the other side using the code 4355."
"Where'd you get that from? And which one of us is going to do this...?" wondered Raine outloud.
"Why...they're my lucky numbers..." Chrys responded in a mysterious tone as she turned her attention to Raine with a skeptical expression. She tossed a beretta in her direction and waited for her to figure it out.
"Wait!" she widened her eyes. "You expect-, after I-," She sighed then turned to Paul. "Give me a small boost?"
Paul nodded his head and walked over to the table with Raine, pushing her upwards to the vent. After a few pulls, she managed to yank it off and smiled to Paul he returned the smile. "Good luck."
"Hopefully I won't need it. But really, what's the worse that could happen?" Raine started to crawl into the vent, but Chrys cut into the conversation.
"You die, become infected, and/or become a zombie," muttered Chrys as she stared towards the trap door.
Raine paused. "How about a good case scenario?"
"You die without becoming a biohazard for Umbrella," Chrys responded apathetically.
A flicker of agitation could be seen in Raine's eyes. "BEST case scenario." she said through gritted teeth and an annoyed smile.
"Your ass quits stalling, crawls through the vent, and unlocks the damn door before the end of this century." Chrys said, her anger boiling over, her normally calm tone laced with an attitude.
Raine crawled into the vent, shaking her head as she started to mock Chrys in silence, leaving the two ex-lovers on their own...
(( To be continued momentarily...))
(( Continued...))
Chrys leaned back against a box in the room, loading and re-loading her beretta to take her mind off the fact that her life was currently in the hands of a teenager, she was literally trapped in a room with the last person she'd expected to see in the world ever again, and for a second time in her life, she was overwhelmed with emotions.
Her heart was beating rapidly, processing her thoughts and thinking about everything around her. She looked to the trapdoor, then risked a glance to Paul, who seemed to be staring to the vent. She holstered her beretta and took out her lighter. She had kept it for 4 years, as she needed something to hold onto. Pinching herself to make sure it hadn't all been a dream wasn't good enough. She switched on the lighter, staring into the bright orange flame.
Chrys sucked in her breath, feeling her eyes start to tear. She turned it off and flipped back on the top. "Paul..." She turned her gaze away from the lighter and to Paul, who had turned to her with a strange expression.
She pocketed the lighter as she bowed her head down, hiding her expression. "Considering the circumstances and the fact that...we just might not live out the night, I...there's something I have to ask you...or say to you. Or say and ask you, I...I don't know," Chrys sighed, forcing her voice to be strong as she raised her head to reveal her eyes, holding a sad look.
"Look...when I first met you...I was a bit unsure about it all. Most avoid getting to know me or even being in a relationship with me what with the 'cold as ice b*tch' routine. That usually gets them away," She gave a weak smile, turning her attention to the floor. She started to speak in a weak voice. "You...you were different though. You ignored how I acted and saw past the act to me...the real me. You seemed to care, you made me smile...you even managed to make me laugh. It was all too perfect…like a dream. But then…”
Chrys trailed off and looked up to Paul, hot tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes holding a bitter expression. With her eyes holding no warmth, she smiled in his direction.
“…But then…I found out you were using me,” She closed her eyes tightly, balling up a fist. “I felt like the biggest f*cking idiot alive. Why didn’t I see it earlier, I had always been so cautious, so careful, so watchful…how could I have been so blinded?” Her voice was starting to tremble. She wiped away her tears and glared to him angrily as she leaned off the boxes.
“You used me…I can’t believe you f*cking used me. As if I didn’t have enough problems with men, what with that sick son of a B*TCH I was suppose to call my father,” She started to raised her voice as tears flew furiously down her face. “He, He killed my sister, and then for me, death wasn’t enough. No, HE decided to RAP-” She stopped herself, widening her eyes to the floor and lowering her tone. She turned back to Paul and let out a breath. “…He decided to have his way with me…”
Chrys turned away, unable to look him in the eyes after her statement and instead stared to the vent, holding back tears. “While you’re not on par with…the scum that he was, I…I thought you were going to be better than that…different. But it…it was all just a lie…a lie I chose to believe cause I was so damn gullible…so fragile, weak even.”
Chrys turned to Paul with a strange look as she narrowed her eyes. “It was even more than that though. That horrible feeling of being taken advantage of. Past the feeling of being used, feeling foolish. I…,” she searched for the words or something to disguise what she wanted to say, but eventually decided on settling for the truth.
“Can you imagine how I felt? To have someone that I loved, to have someone I STILL love, I find out they didn’t-” She choked on her words, tears staring to come once more. “I just wanted to die. As a matter of fact, in a moment of stupidity, I nearly got my wish, I…” She took a deep breath and sighed heavily. “Look, I’m pretty sure you didn’t love me…but did you at least care? Or was I just another part of your f*cking job, use and f*ck her, get the bonus? Did you care about me even a little? At all…?”
She had walked up to him by now, just so she could examine his expression. He remained silent after her outburst, almost as if searching for the right words to say. Chrys felt herself grow impatient and grabbed onto his shirt, tears streaming down her eyes. “Did you, Paul?! At ALL?!? God damnit, just answer me!”
No more words came after that, as she had started to sob heavily onto Paul, loosening her grasp on his shirt as she burst into tears, letting everything go after years of apathy and silence.
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Raine held her breathe, gripping tightly onto the beretta in the darkness of the vent. She had barely walked four feet before hearing a raised voice, Chrys's voice, then her outburst. That outburst. She felt as if she shouldn't have been listening, she should've sped down the vent but it was so strange...
Raine slowly let out a breath, afraid she might be heard as she continued down the vent, the sound still echoing in her ears. The strange sound...
...the sound of hearing someone as cold as Chrys cry...
((Alright, I’m done with this! Tag…you’re it, AcrypT 😊 Hope this was alright, though I do apologize for the sorta double post…))
((Hey guys im bac sorry bout this better make up some cool story lol))
Bildo walked ova to the window and stood nxt to Berina and shalimar up in the celing. He looked and saw numerous zombies heading for the entrance in all shapes and sizes walking, dragging, crawling everything.
"Roxanne go lock the door after Travis and Lianne decided to run off im sure the keys are in the door" Bildo said, Roxanne ran ova to the door and closed it "the keys are here" Roxanne said as she locked the door and came back into the room. "Guys i think were are guna have to get the wounded, yes that means you Erica....." she interupted "I can fight" Bildo continued " ...ok im not guna argue Roxanne put Jack in the bed room then come back I think we are guna have to hold the fought k peeps PREPARE TO DEFEND YOURSELVES" Bildo said in a commanding and leaderish tone.