Post by Project Ben on Feb 29, 2008 4:22:54 GMT -5
Here is a small story Im writing using Jill Valentine as the main character.
Was I dead? Is this place I’ve woken up in hell?
I lifted myself up from the mattress I lay on; the room was pitch black, I could barely make out my hand when I stretched it in front of me, trying to feel for something…anything. Nothing; nothing but air.
I pushed myself up, I felt around the mattress it laid on a metal base, it was cold.
I found what felt like a wall, I pressed my palms against it, leading myself across, and I felt a door, lowering both my hands I searched for the door handle.
I found it.
Opening the door, a small light came from inside the other room, I heard voices. What the hell was going on?
I stayed in the shadows of the lit room, a group of men sat in a circle, they all had large black body armour on of some kind, a red and white logo was printed on their backs. It was the Umbrella Corporation logo.
I didn’t see the crow bar by my foot, I hit it slightly, but it was enough to alert them, I kneeled down, grabbing the cold bar, gripping my hands around it. I rose up, holding the crowbar like a baseball bat.
I pressed my back against the wall, shimmying across. Someone saw me, a red light blazed on my shoulder.
“Stay right where you are”. A dull voice ordered me.
I stood still, letting my eyes be the only thing moving, and I tried to look for an escape route.
Two men came by me carrying hand-guns; one took me by the arm a blonde guy dragged me into the circle sitting me on a crate. I still had the crow bar; they didn’t take it off me, which was ok…
“Sorry about that”. One of the men said standing; he wore a red band around his right arm, probably the leader of the group. “We had to evacuate Raccoon City, we came across a broken down hospital, that’s where we found you”. He informed me.
I didn’t remember anything…no nothing.
“I- I don’t remember”. I rubbed my forehead then I put my hand right back on the crowbar.
“Here, this will be of better use”. The blonde guy held out a gun, I took it cautiously; I placed the crowbar next to me, staring at the gun.
“Why are you even helping”? I found myself to say, my memory was coming back. “Umbrella is the reason this is happening”.
They looked at each other then at me. “Your memory is returning which is good, but we are not with Umbrella any longer, we are how you say, fired…we consider our self free-lance”. He joked, I didn’t find it funny, and the others did.
I stood, they did also, I shook my head at them, turning my back I began to walk back into the darkness of the warehouse or wherever the hell I was.
“I think its best you stay with us”. The leader shouted. “You will be safe”.
“I don’t even know your names”. I called back, still with my back to them.
“I’m Fort”. He answered; I turned to look at them all.
“This is Samuels, Jackson, Griever and this is Hagreaves”. He pointed to each member, the blonde- Hargreaves stared at me.
“And what’s yours sweat heart”? He asked in a Russian accent.
“Officer Jill Valentine; of S.T.A.R.S.” I answered, they knew who I was now, and they looked at each other then at me. I turned letting my boots clink against the floor, I opened a door, it lead outside.
I stood out, a cold breeze came up the long dark alley, wearing a blue tube top and black mini skirt was something I should not have done. I un-tied the white sweatshirt I had around my waist, pulling it on, I made sure the gun was loaded.
Check mate.
I broke into a fast walk, keeping both hands on the gun, I leaned against a wall, looking around the corner slightly, a un-dead being stood there, slowly leaning back and forward making noises that could only haunt you for the rest of your life.
I turned around the corner fast, firing two shots, one hit him in the shoulder the other in the head; it fell to the floor, not moving. I didn’t trust that it was dead; I heard shooting them in the head would kill them; I don’t want to try and test that theory even though it seems to stop them.
I moved slowly towards the corpse, staying as far back from it as I could I broke into a run, looking for a way out of this maze of buildings, I was right before, it’s a docking area, lots and lots of warehouses.
I saw a large metal mesh in front of me, the metal glinted as a street light let out the last bit of hope I had to escape and leave this city once and for all.
I stuffed the gun in my boot, while climbing the mesh, my fingers inserting into each hexagon shape, my toes barely making it through them so I had to climb fast, or I’d end up a slump on the floor, I was at the top, I flung one leg round the gate.
I let out a long sigh, enjoying a victory of climbing up; it was quite high which surprised me.
I flung my other leg over, letting myself swing slightly, I held onto the fence, my feet dangling, I measured up how much this was going to hurt, I slowly let go, falling I landed on my feet crouching I put my hand on the ground to keep my balance.
I was out.
To be continued....
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What you guys think?
Was I dead? Is this place I’ve woken up in hell?
I lifted myself up from the mattress I lay on; the room was pitch black, I could barely make out my hand when I stretched it in front of me, trying to feel for something…anything. Nothing; nothing but air.
I pushed myself up, I felt around the mattress it laid on a metal base, it was cold.
I found what felt like a wall, I pressed my palms against it, leading myself across, and I felt a door, lowering both my hands I searched for the door handle.
I found it.
Opening the door, a small light came from inside the other room, I heard voices. What the hell was going on?
I stayed in the shadows of the lit room, a group of men sat in a circle, they all had large black body armour on of some kind, a red and white logo was printed on their backs. It was the Umbrella Corporation logo.
I didn’t see the crow bar by my foot, I hit it slightly, but it was enough to alert them, I kneeled down, grabbing the cold bar, gripping my hands around it. I rose up, holding the crowbar like a baseball bat.
I pressed my back against the wall, shimmying across. Someone saw me, a red light blazed on my shoulder.
“Stay right where you are”. A dull voice ordered me.
I stood still, letting my eyes be the only thing moving, and I tried to look for an escape route.
Two men came by me carrying hand-guns; one took me by the arm a blonde guy dragged me into the circle sitting me on a crate. I still had the crow bar; they didn’t take it off me, which was ok…
“Sorry about that”. One of the men said standing; he wore a red band around his right arm, probably the leader of the group. “We had to evacuate Raccoon City, we came across a broken down hospital, that’s where we found you”. He informed me.
I didn’t remember anything…no nothing.
“I- I don’t remember”. I rubbed my forehead then I put my hand right back on the crowbar.
“Here, this will be of better use”. The blonde guy held out a gun, I took it cautiously; I placed the crowbar next to me, staring at the gun.
“Why are you even helping”? I found myself to say, my memory was coming back. “Umbrella is the reason this is happening”.
They looked at each other then at me. “Your memory is returning which is good, but we are not with Umbrella any longer, we are how you say, fired…we consider our self free-lance”. He joked, I didn’t find it funny, and the others did.
I stood, they did also, I shook my head at them, turning my back I began to walk back into the darkness of the warehouse or wherever the hell I was.
“I think its best you stay with us”. The leader shouted. “You will be safe”.
“I don’t even know your names”. I called back, still with my back to them.
“I’m Fort”. He answered; I turned to look at them all.
“This is Samuels, Jackson, Griever and this is Hagreaves”. He pointed to each member, the blonde- Hargreaves stared at me.
“And what’s yours sweat heart”? He asked in a Russian accent.
“Officer Jill Valentine; of S.T.A.R.S.” I answered, they knew who I was now, and they looked at each other then at me. I turned letting my boots clink against the floor, I opened a door, it lead outside.
I stood out, a cold breeze came up the long dark alley, wearing a blue tube top and black mini skirt was something I should not have done. I un-tied the white sweatshirt I had around my waist, pulling it on, I made sure the gun was loaded.
Check mate.
I broke into a fast walk, keeping both hands on the gun, I leaned against a wall, looking around the corner slightly, a un-dead being stood there, slowly leaning back and forward making noises that could only haunt you for the rest of your life.
I turned around the corner fast, firing two shots, one hit him in the shoulder the other in the head; it fell to the floor, not moving. I didn’t trust that it was dead; I heard shooting them in the head would kill them; I don’t want to try and test that theory even though it seems to stop them.
I moved slowly towards the corpse, staying as far back from it as I could I broke into a run, looking for a way out of this maze of buildings, I was right before, it’s a docking area, lots and lots of warehouses.
I saw a large metal mesh in front of me, the metal glinted as a street light let out the last bit of hope I had to escape and leave this city once and for all.
I stuffed the gun in my boot, while climbing the mesh, my fingers inserting into each hexagon shape, my toes barely making it through them so I had to climb fast, or I’d end up a slump on the floor, I was at the top, I flung one leg round the gate.
I let out a long sigh, enjoying a victory of climbing up; it was quite high which surprised me.
I flung my other leg over, letting myself swing slightly, I held onto the fence, my feet dangling, I measured up how much this was going to hurt, I slowly let go, falling I landed on my feet crouching I put my hand on the ground to keep my balance.
I was out.
To be continued....
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What you guys think?
