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Deadly Passion PrologueThe air was cold around Alice. That was the first thing she noticed. The second was that a thin layer of sweat had settled over her skin, weaving around the goose bumps that had risen on her arms. She frowned and rubbed at the skin there, trying to get warm. The dream kept replaying in her mind, over and over again until she felt like she might be sick. Alice hadn't known what it was, but she knew that it couldn't have been anything good. After all, when a witch's psychic powers were that strong, it usually meant things were about to get very, very bad.
Well, that's no way to think, Alice thought, pulling her dressing gown around her shoulders, whatever happened to the power of positive thinking? My Goddess, girl, get a grip.
But still, the dream had been strange; who was the blonde? The way she struck reminded Alice of a snake, and when she'd managed to stabilise the mental link between herself and the Succubus, she'd felt a whoosh of feelings that poured over her like ice cold water.
Abaddon Sneak PreviewPrologue
Hera looked down at the table and frowned. A ring was forming where somebody had left their coffee cup, and there were ants gathering around the area, wriggling and squirming like somebody had just turned the heat lamp on. She didn't understand why they had to choose such a low down place to hold their meeting. They were God's, after all. Surely that title came with some perks. According to Ares, they had to keep a 'low profile', whatever that meant. She couldn't say she agreed, as this was just a little beyond disgusting: she missed the good old days, when they were brought wine and grapes by loyal subjects who would give anything to spend time in their presence. It surely beat sitting in a crowded room surrounded by insects that seemed to enjoy gathering around sticky substances.
"It's clear that the balance of good and evil has been shifting in evils favour lately," Ares began, shooting Hera a look. She hadn't been listening. Though she could hardly be blamed, this mee
As She PlaysChris smirked as he stared out over his apartment balcony at the large screen on the building across the street. Displayed on the screen was a news reporter, who was slowly unveiling the proceedings of a botched mission by STARS in the now nonexistent Spencer Mansion. It was a full week after that horrific night. The coverage wasn't much by any means, but at least the public would know something. Still, it would all be more than likely written off as a joke. He grimaced. That was why he to leave this town. Umbrella was bound to hiding more secrets, and he was going to find them. He just needed to figure out where to look.
A small, wordless sound broke him out of his reverie as the reporter droned on and on. It was a tinkling, sometimes high, sometimes low, but kept in a firm rhythm. A smile graced his face as he turned, headed over to the doorframe leading out to the surface he was standing on, and leaned his head against it. He watched her delicately work her magic on the piano's keys
Let Down Your HairJill Valentine smothered her yawn with a hand. She'd finally finished the report Wesker had wanted. Glancing over at the clock, she let out a groan. 11:45 p.m. The STARS unit had been punching the clock ever since the murders had begun, their captain not wanting to have to deal with any slack. That was why half of the team was out on the streets tonight. Thankfully, she'd dealt with the daytime patrol. Tiredly, she got up from her desk, and headed over to that of her leader. The others who had dealt with the office portion of the job for tonight had gone home, save for her, since she just HAD to volunteer to take care of that report. Oh well, at least Brad owed her now.
The sound of the office's door abruptly opening cut sharply through her groggy mist, causing Valentine to jump, and whirl around. "Oh, sorry Jill!" Chris Redfield called apologetically to her.
She had to turn to face the desk in order to hide her blush. "I thought you'd left?"
"I was going to, but then I remembered that
Seven Minutes11:53 p.m.
Chris Redfield let out an exasperated sigh, arching backwards on the couch. His feet were propped up on the coffee table before him. The television that was positioned in front of the table, its bluish light contrasting the darkness of the room, was currently showing a French cop drama. Like most of the other shows here, he would have to pay attention to the captions to know what was going on. However, he was far too tired to even care. Tonight marked the fourth sleepless eve in a row for him. Worry for his friends' safety was starting to overtake him.
Redfield, although not to his knowledge, wasn't the only one afflicted. Downstairs in the two-story apartment, Jill Valentine sat at the kitchen table, rubbing her eyes, the lights above her dim. She looked up at the kitchen clock, and dropped her gaze with a groan. She'd washed the dirty dishes by hand, cleaned the counter tops, and gotten the coffee pot ready for the following morning in an attempt to tire herself out. Unfor
RE-CxJ_And here we're again
- ¡Vamos Chris, apresúrate antes de que ella llegue!, ¿Qué estabas haciendo? Pregunta una pelirroja de coleta alta mientras se asoma a la puerta del baño-
- Tuve un pequeño contratiempo, pero ya -responde abriendo la puerta mientras seca su cabello con una toalla-
- Ahh bueno, ya esta todo ordenado sonríe pícaramente- y ya me voy jejeje -dándose la media vuelta con las manos entrelazadas detrás de ella-
- Claire se suponía estarías también aquí para darle la bienvenida, ha pasado tiempo y lo sabes comento el mayor mientras hacia la toalla a un lado para ver a su hermana más adelante-
- No me mal entiendas Chris, pero creo que será más lindo que tú la recibas ejem, además es probable que salgan ¿o no?, vayan al parque, charlen, y pónganse al tanto sonriendo mientras avanza-
- Claire -entrecerrando la mirada un t
Know your limits:Chapter FourJill rolled her shoulders. "How far until we reach this mythical place that has ammo?" She asked, loading her last clip into her pistol.
"Actually..." He opened a door to a large building for her(chivalry was not dead, Jill had learned), and she stepped through. "We're there."
"Oh... The RPD building?" she asked. "I was just hired here. Well, before this apocolypse shit."
"Really? What section?" he asked, surprised.
"The Special Tactics and Rescue Squad. I was gonna be the new B&E expert," she replied simply.
Chris was taken slightly aback. "Really? I worked in STARS."
"You did?" She gave him a surprised look. "What were you?"
"Marksman." He thought for a moment. "Wait... I had heard that there was going to be a new person on the team. And what's more, I was going to be partnered with whoever it was..."
She gave him another surprised look. "We were gonna be partners?" She laughed lightly. "With how this whole thing has been working out, I don't think Wesker knew what he was getting him
Some time togetherA warm breeze blew over Jill as she sat in her small beach chair, dressed in a light blue bikini. She was at one of those picturesque beaches, complete with sailboats on the horizon and palm trees swaying. She sighed and let her muscles go slack. This was day number three of the break from work at the BSAA. Of course, she had someone with her. Without him it would be lonely.
Behind her, Chris dozed in a rope hammock. He had his green swimming trunks on(with classic tropical flowers on them); they had gone swimming earlier, briefly. They planned to go again too, later. The water was warm and pleasant. They would go around twilight. The air would be chilly, giving an excellant contrast to the water.
Jill stood. Within a few steps, she was standing besides Chris. Gently, she drew a hand down his chest. He grunted without opening his eyes. "What?"
"Make a sandcastle with me," she stated, pinching his side.
He grunted again and grabbed half-heartedly at her hand. He just managed to catch it
Jill x Chris: EyesEyes
Her eyes were something that Chris had always admired about her; they were not only the most gorgeous mix of aqua and grey blue, but he found that they would always shine with warmth and intelligence. When he had first met her, back when he had been a member of S.T.A.R.S, her eyes were the first thing he noticed about her; and even after all of these years of being her partner in the horrors they faced, he hadn't managed to buckle up the courage to admit it.
And so, before they entered the Spencer Estate where Wesker was waiting for them, he kissed her.
"What was that for?" she had asked.
"For every time you looked at me and I didn't tell you how beautiful your eyes are. Now let's finish this, partner."
Chris Redfield couldn't help the smile that graced his face as he watched her eyes light up; yeah, he was in love alright.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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