A nonsensical Meeting Ch 11When Rebecca awoke, she saw she was in a completely bare concrete room. The light above her buzzed absently. She tried moving, finding herself tied. She could tell she was bound to a chair. Alright .She said trying to keep from panicking. Someone will find you Hopefully She tested the ropes keeping her from moving, too tight for her to do much against.
No ones going to help you, Chambers. The gentle purr, of the young woman from before came from behind her, making her flinch. Not happy to hear my voice? She teased. Or were you expecting something a bit more masculine Such as Mr. Coens voice? The voice asked again, a malicious tone under the soft innocent one.
Billy was running around the fair, looking for Rebecca, having gotten worried after 15 minutes of waiti
Resident Evil: Butterfly
A single tear slides down my cheek
As I gaze upon the ground
Just what had happened, I cannot speak
I just can't make a sound
A tiny butterfly that could fit in the palm of my hand
Is struggling weakly against fate
It refuses death, won't listen to Death's hellish band
It clings to life, a thirst that nothing can sate
Like it, I've begun to fall
To the point of no return
I can't see the light, can't hear his call
And this pain, this loneliness, how it burns
I can't be with the man I love
If I was, he'd surely die
My life is a never-ending match of push and shove
And at times it's so hard to cry
Sweet, sweet little butterfly
With your crushed wings, you'll never fly high
But you still cling to life, refusing to die
Sweet, sweet butterfly
I wish, how I wish my love could bloom
Instead of weighing down my heart
But I must live with the gloom
Lest I forget my part
Oh, how I long to be free of these strings
That bind me to this earth
To fly with these butterfly wings
And maybe to have a reb
Resident Evil: Chris' DeathChris Redfield was driving down the wet rainy streets with his girlfriend Jill Valentine in the passenger side. They were both arguing because Chris' suspected Jill was cheating on him with Carlos. Jill had enough with his crap so she told him to pull over and she got out of the car. The rain dripping down her face and her clothes dripping wet. She started to walk away with Chris pleading to her to get back into the car. He eventually had to give up though as she got into a taxi and left. Chris got back in the car his clothes sticking to him. He hit the steering wheel. "Shit!" he yelled and drove away.
Chris had been driving for ages now the rain getting heavier. He was pushing the speed limit. He was mad at himself for blaming Jill for nothing, and he was going to apologize to her. Out of nowhere I car crashed straight into him. His head hit of the wheel and both cars caught fire. Chris saw the fire staring and knew it was going to blow because of the petrol. The other driver was out
Resident Evil HighHigh school. Most children dream of the day that they will get to choose their own classes, mingle with each other in a cafeteria and witness rowdy scenes of pointless violence. Though, it was far from the ideal in reality, as a young Billy Coen had found out in the last two years of his life.
He had been a social outcast, mostly because of his lack of social skills and this tough exterior. His hard face, slight scowl and huge tattoo on his right arm did contribute to the fact. Other students either ignored him or were too scared to go up to him, especially the girls. They simply gossiped about him, discussing what it would be like to actually talk to his face. Billy had just come to accept it, he sat alone and nobody bothered him, which came in handy if he was studying.
After school, unbeknownst to everyone, he took piano lessons. Billy was actually quite good at it too. Music was one of the outlets for his creativity, he even wrote his own music. Art was another pastime, he took art
Where is Rebecca?
Characters of Resident Evil
Have a bucket-load to reveal
About the stupidity of people.
And left me to ask myself this:
"Where the heck has Rebecca gone?"
Chris can't use chemicals it said
Nor can written music be read.
Why Chris, why must you make me wait
For Rebecca to practice for an hour?
By the way, "Where is Rebecca?'
Jill's another story entirely.
Always being saved by Barry.
What man that is in his righ mind
Would write the line "Jill sandwich?"
On that note, "Where'd Rebecca go?"
Claire Redfield...oh, ah, whoa wa wing.
What you say? Sorry, was staring
At that lady's...eyes, yeah that's right.
She is one pretty lady.
Almost makes me forget about Becky.
Wesker, what is up with that guy?
He let tyrant impale. Why?
Then he comes back to life to write
A report that says "Dumb, dumb, dumb"
And where the heck's Becky's Report?
What's Capcom's infatuation
with gender modification?
Alfred must play out his sister,
While Morpheus gains those high-heels.
Could that be where Rebecca went?
It burns, it itches, it smells, it sweats
I never believed I could actually scratch my skin off
Everyone around me is going crazy
My wife bit me
But not the way that she used to
She ate my flesh
Down to the bone
There was nothing left in her eyes
I feel there\'s nothing left in mine
All I hear is bullets
All I hear is screaming
I hear the blood in their veins
I smell my own deterioration
In the wind of Raccoon City
And I hand over my humanity
To the man with the umbrella
Sleepy. Itchy. Hungry. Tasty.
Albert Wesker8:00am: Wake up, unable to see alarm clock due to sunglasses, called a minion to tell me the time. Minion was shirty and sarcastic, so shot him. Added note: call cleaner to remove excess blood from wallpaper and curtains.
9:30am: Arrived at secret headquarters after twice entering wrong buildings due to sunglasses; gain access with vocal scanner and evil laugh. a difficult combination to impersonate, sit down for breakfast of cornflakes and milky coffee.
11:00am: Look over daily reports from former and existing umbrella operatives around the world. unable to read and frustrated again by overly dark sunglasses and poor office 'mood' lighting. Called minion to read reports whilst I laugh evilly, and at length.
12:30pm: Posed for photos for "evil villain monthly" didn't trust the photographer, so had him experimented on, the last I heard he was banging on a window and trying to eat researchers. well that will teach him for mocking my laugh, and my lack of an evil sidekick. I'm still annoy