Post by pheonix on Sept 28, 2006 4:10:46 GMT -5
Ok, Here we go. The first two paragraphs of one of my RE fanfics. If you want some background on what its about, let me know. And yes, they are long paragraphs...
Pheonix
Albert paced slowly around the hospital waiting area, adrenaline coursing through his body in slow, surging beats. He held his arms behind his back, his hands squeezing together with bone crushing power as he waiting anxiously. As he walked, a door to his left opened and a young man wearing a long, white lab coat walked over to him.
"Mr. Wesker?" The man asked.
"Yes?" Albert replied nervously.
"You may want to take a seat," The man started. Albert felt the color drain from his face, his senses instantly telling him that something had gone wrong, something awful. Wesker stepped backwards and slumped into a seat. "It's about your wife, Mr. Wesker," The man continued.
"Yes, I guessed as much," Albert replied, his voice seeming miles away as he muttered the words.
"Sir, I'm very sorry to inform you, but your wife passed away whilst giving birth to your child," The man said solemnly, his voice offering solace from the harsh truth. Albert felt the tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he thought of his wife.
"Lauren..." He said quietly.
"However," The man continued, "Your daughter will be fine, and is a very healthy baby." Wesker hung his head lower and let a tear roll freely down his cheek.
"May I see her?" Albert questioned. The doctor nodded.
"Yes, of course, this way please," The man replied, before leading Wesker away.
Wesker blinked harshly, mentally slapping himself out of his daydream. He turned around slowly and let his gaze fall upon Steve’s motionless body as it lay on a bunk near the back of the sub.
"Why do I think of my family whenever I look at him?" Wesker thought. The young boy had a gaping wound in his upper right chest, and blood was now seeping out of it incredibly slowly. "Chris, my friend, I think you may have injured me more than you think," Wesker continued as he raised a hand to the side of his head as a sharp pain struck him. He pulled his hand away as he felt his glove rub against something wet. The console in front of the man beeped slightly, informing Wesker that he was nearing his destination. He sighed deeply and rose slowly to his feet, a slight lightheadedness briefly consuming him. He walked slowly over to the body of the young boy and pulled a small syringe out of his combat suit.
"I was told to bring them a sample of the T-Veronica virus, but they didn't say that I couldn't keep a sample for myself, did they," Wesker thought as he slipped the needle under the skin of Steve’s upper arm and pulled the plunger out slowly, the small container steadily filling with blood. He pulled the needle out and placed a cap on it before he placed it carefully next to his combat knife. Wesker felt the submarine break the surface of the water and let a smile cross his face slowly.
"Well, that was an easy 6 million now wasn't it?" Wesker said to himself as he lifted Steve’s corpse onto his arm and climbed the ladder out of the submarine. He lifted the hatch open and stepped out into the cold air of the underground base were he worked. A man stood in the shadows, flanked by several guards and laughed out loud when he saw Wesker emerge from the vehicle.
"You never fail to disappoint, do you Mr. Wesker." The man said. Wesker laughed.
"As long as you never fail to produce the money, I won't," Wesker replied as he clambered slowly down the exterior ladder of the sub and rested his feet on solid ground. The man laughed again, the shrill noise echoing slightly in the cavernous area.
"Yes, about your money," the man started as he motioned for a team of medics to take Steve away. Wesker rested the boy’s body gently on a stretcher and watched the four medics run off with him into the darkness. "Your latest paycheck has been transferred to the usual bank account, however, we have another job for you," the man finished. Wesker smiled.
Pheonix
Albert paced slowly around the hospital waiting area, adrenaline coursing through his body in slow, surging beats. He held his arms behind his back, his hands squeezing together with bone crushing power as he waiting anxiously. As he walked, a door to his left opened and a young man wearing a long, white lab coat walked over to him.
"Mr. Wesker?" The man asked.
"Yes?" Albert replied nervously.
"You may want to take a seat," The man started. Albert felt the color drain from his face, his senses instantly telling him that something had gone wrong, something awful. Wesker stepped backwards and slumped into a seat. "It's about your wife, Mr. Wesker," The man continued.
"Yes, I guessed as much," Albert replied, his voice seeming miles away as he muttered the words.
"Sir, I'm very sorry to inform you, but your wife passed away whilst giving birth to your child," The man said solemnly, his voice offering solace from the harsh truth. Albert felt the tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he thought of his wife.
"Lauren..." He said quietly.
"However," The man continued, "Your daughter will be fine, and is a very healthy baby." Wesker hung his head lower and let a tear roll freely down his cheek.
"May I see her?" Albert questioned. The doctor nodded.
"Yes, of course, this way please," The man replied, before leading Wesker away.
Wesker blinked harshly, mentally slapping himself out of his daydream. He turned around slowly and let his gaze fall upon Steve’s motionless body as it lay on a bunk near the back of the sub.
"Why do I think of my family whenever I look at him?" Wesker thought. The young boy had a gaping wound in his upper right chest, and blood was now seeping out of it incredibly slowly. "Chris, my friend, I think you may have injured me more than you think," Wesker continued as he raised a hand to the side of his head as a sharp pain struck him. He pulled his hand away as he felt his glove rub against something wet. The console in front of the man beeped slightly, informing Wesker that he was nearing his destination. He sighed deeply and rose slowly to his feet, a slight lightheadedness briefly consuming him. He walked slowly over to the body of the young boy and pulled a small syringe out of his combat suit.
"I was told to bring them a sample of the T-Veronica virus, but they didn't say that I couldn't keep a sample for myself, did they," Wesker thought as he slipped the needle under the skin of Steve’s upper arm and pulled the plunger out slowly, the small container steadily filling with blood. He pulled the needle out and placed a cap on it before he placed it carefully next to his combat knife. Wesker felt the submarine break the surface of the water and let a smile cross his face slowly.
"Well, that was an easy 6 million now wasn't it?" Wesker said to himself as he lifted Steve’s corpse onto his arm and climbed the ladder out of the submarine. He lifted the hatch open and stepped out into the cold air of the underground base were he worked. A man stood in the shadows, flanked by several guards and laughed out loud when he saw Wesker emerge from the vehicle.
"You never fail to disappoint, do you Mr. Wesker." The man said. Wesker laughed.
"As long as you never fail to produce the money, I won't," Wesker replied as he clambered slowly down the exterior ladder of the sub and rested his feet on solid ground. The man laughed again, the shrill noise echoing slightly in the cavernous area.
"Yes, about your money," the man started as he motioned for a team of medics to take Steve away. Wesker rested the boy’s body gently on a stretcher and watched the four medics run off with him into the darkness. "Your latest paycheck has been transferred to the usual bank account, however, we have another job for you," the man finished. Wesker smiled.