Date: Mon, 30 Jan 2006 13:22:21 -0800 (PST)
From: bob bob <re_crimson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Resident Evil: Crimson part 3

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making any money in doing so. No Copyright
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Resident Evil: Crimson
Three
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3:15 AM. I woke up to find Russel leaning on my right
shoulder. If it weren't for his seat belt, he would
have fallen off the seat. I enjoyed my temporary bliss
before I turned my head to analyze everyone else in
the van. Jill was driving. Carlos must have switched
with her while I was asleep. Alice, sitting by a
window, was wide-awake and kept Angie's sleeping head
on her lap. CJ was sitting next to Carlos, reading a
magazine that they had taken from the super store a
few hours ago. And Carlos was looking out of the
window.

I noticed to find that the scenery had changed.
Instead of the empty, brightly lit highway, we were
traveling on a rural road. The leveling of the road
was unbalanced, and every now and then a hole would
appear. I couldn't see much, but we turned into a
small driveway of a farm, in what seems to be, the
middle of nowhere. The farm it self, was as
stereotypical as it can get; the silent windmill next
to the big red barn, with its huge sliding doors. Hay
lay scattered all over the ground, mixing in with the
muddy brown soil.  And then there was the manor house.
Its windows and architecture somewhat reminded me of
the house in The Amityville Horror. Light shone down
onto the front porch from the top left window,
creating an eerie shade of light that you would expect
to see in the twilight zone.

The van came to a halt, and Jill let out a big sigh,
removing her hands from the wheel. She checked her
watch before looking back at her passengers. She eyed
all the sleeping passengers, and noticed that Russel
was leaning up against me. She gave me a smile wink.
What did that mean? I don't know, but I replied with a
small smile. I decided to wake up Russel, so that he
wouldn't miss out on anything important. I adjusted my
loaded belt and took of my seat belt, trying to be
careful not to drop the dude on the floor. Slowly
bringing my face towards his, I whispered.

"Russel, Russel"

He slowly opened his lids, revealing his goddamn sexy
green eyes.

"What time is-"

"Shhh. Don't worry, you'll see soon"

Mark returned to his original sitting position as
Russel adjusted himself.

"Oh, sorry bout that, sleeping thing" he shot me a
face of guilt before he gave me a little wink.

"No prob."

"Alright guys, everyone awake? This is Barry's place,
one of my friends; he also used to work for S.T.A.R.S
and came with me for the mansion mission.
Unfortunately, he's off with Chris, another member, in
Paris, trying to infiltrate Umbrella's main
headquarters."

Jill had taken off her belt and moved out of the front
seat to one of the passenger seats, so that she could
face everyone.

CJ replied. "What are we doing here?"

"For now, this will be our 'temporary hideout'"

This reply baffled me, I mean, why are we hiding?

"What do you mean 'hideout' Jill?"

"Well you see, Umbrella are willing to do anything to
get rid of all the evidence, and unfortunately, the
S.T.A.R.S members that have gone along onto the
Spencer estate, are on the list of things to destroy."

"Can I call my dad?" Came Angie's voice.

"Once we are inside yes"

"But... why is there a light on in the house?"

Jill opened her mouth to speak. But her sentence never
came out. Her eyes darted from the crew to the top
left window.

"I-I don't know" her reply wasn't reassuring, and
Alice was the first to break the silence.

"Jill, stay here, Carlos come with me"

And with that, Alice and Carlos opened the van door as
quietly as they could and pulled out their weapons as
they tread like shadows across the empty space between
the van and the manor. Once they reached the door,
they found a note on the door. Alice read it and then
returned to the van, leaving Carlos to enter the
house.

"Barry left a note, he says that he left one light on
to keep strangers from breaking in"

"Typical him" replied Jill, a small smile curling on
the tips of her lips.

"Right, Angie, come with me, you three boys, load all
the stuff into the house, Jill do what you please"

Angie hopped out of the van and nearly fell over but
was caught by Alice. She mumbled a thanks and then
left to the house with Alice.

"Alright fellas, you heard her"

Cj, Russel and Mark set to the boot and started
grabbing as much as they could, while Jill took some
of the stuff from inside the black van. Mark already
had one of his hands full of shopping bags; he reached
for another bag when his hands collided with Russel's.
Their eyes met for a moment and Mark could feel sparks
flying out of his ears.

"Sorry" was all Mark could say.

"No prob, I'll take it"

Russel took the bag and followed Cj to the house; Mark
and Jill came shortly after them.

As they went through the dark brown oak doors, they
came into what appeared to be a living room. What
surprised Mark the most was that there wasn't any
furniture except a couch that took up half of the
room, structured in a U-shape around a fireplace. The
lush blue carpet did not match with the brown oak
wallboards, as did the brown leather couch.

"Drop of the stuff in the kitchen" Jill had walked
past me and made her way to the left side of the room.

The kitchen wasn't that big. It was directly connected
to the living room, so the two rooms were connected
into one room. In the middle of the kitchen stood a
large brown table, where Jill, Cj, and Russel were
placing their stuff. I walked over and did the same. I
saw Angie jump onto the couch as Carlos began working
on the fire. She analyzed Carlos's actions before
turning around to face the direction of the kitchen.

"I'm hungry, can I have something to eat?"

Jill replied as she was placing stuff into the
refrigerator. "Don't worry, I'll fix something up for
everyone later. Alice, there's a computer upstairs if
you want to check if Barry left anything for us. And
you boys, bring all the backpacks upstairs and find a
room for everyone."

Alice was the first to go up the stairs that were in
the living room. Apparently, the second floor seemed
larger, but that was what Mark thought, as there were
4 doors. The first one opened up to a room with
nothing but a closet, desk, computer, and a king size
bed.

"Okay, I'll sleep here with Angie and Jill, the rest
of you take the other two or three."

Alice took the backpacks that belonged to Jill, Angie
and herself and went into her room. The rest of us
turned to the next room. It was similar to the other
room, except that it had a double bed. CJ decided that
he and Carlos could stay here.

I was left alone in the hallway with Russel as Cj
entered his room and started arranging his stuff. We
left him to it and went to the third door. We opened
it and found that it was identical to the room CJ had.
While Russel was examining the room, Mark opened the
last door, a bathroom. Russel had popped his head out
of the room and looked at the bathroom. He looked at
the room he was in before looking back at all the
other doors then back at Mark.

He gave a small smile. "I guess we are sharing this
one"

"Yeah"

Mark entered the room and set his bag on the floor. He
soon discovered that this was the room where the light
was on. What he didn't notice until later was that
there was a closet built into the wall on the far
right side of the small room. He had tried to open it
and found to his disappointment that it was locked. He
gave up and walked over to the window to look outside.
Nothing. Pitch Black. Mark let out a big breath before
turning around to find Russel sitting on the edge of
the bed, doing nothing.

Nothing happened as the awkward silence took over the
room. Not knowing what else to say, Mark told Russel
that he was going to go back down. And as Mark reached
the doorway, Russel spoke.

"Mark, wait"

I slowed down and looked over my shoulder to see
Russel looking at the floor, and then up at me. I
waited a little longer and noticed the hesitation on
his face.

"uhh N-nothing"

"Umm okay... well I'll see you then.."

I left the room, and halted at the top of the
staircase, wandering what Russel wanted to tell me. I
decided that I would talk to him later. I ignored my
thoughts and looked over at Alice's shut door, and
could hear the faint typing on the computer. And at
Carlos's door, he could hear music. Music... Oh Yeah!
Mark didn't realize that he had his ipod in his pocket
for the past week. Silly Rabbit. He happily pulled it
out as he descended the stairs.

"Oh! Can I listen to that, please?"

Since Mark knew he was a nice guy, he handed over the
ipod to Angie, who eagerly took the ipod off of him.

"Thanks, I'll return it shortly"

"Sure"

I turned away from Angie and looked at the kitchen to
find Jill cooking something.

"So, you cook well?"

"Me? (chuckle) nah, im terrible, never found the time
to cook ya know, always doing work and stuff for
S.T.A.R.S"

"Well the pasta looks fine to me"

"Yeah well that aint so hard to do, oh, can you get me
the salt from the top left cupboard please?"

mark walked over to the cupboard and opened it,
searching for the salt.

"it should be some small white bottle or somethi-"

"Got it"

"Thanks"

I watched her as she poured salt into the pot.

"I think you put a little too much Jill" I gave her a
look of disappointment, and in return, received a
punch on the shoulder.

"Well, whatcha gonna do bout it?" she said playfully.

I rolled my eyes and smiled as I walked away and sat
next to Angie on the couch. She offered me an
earpiece, and we both listened to whatever she was
listening to.

"Angie, where's Carlos?"

"Upstairs with Alice"

"You know what, im gonna take a little nap"

"Does that mean that I get to use your music for a
little longer?"

"Yup"

"Yippee, thanks a lot Mark"

I smiled at her and left to the stairs. Upstairs, I
found that Carlos was still in his room and that
Russel was in the bathroom. I walked over to my room
and closed the door. Turning off the lights, I tried
finding my way to the bed in the dark, tripping over a
bag and landing face forwards on the floor. I cursed
to myself and found the bed, dropping onto the soft
mattress. I drifted asleep without ease. It was not
until later that I was woken up by something other
then the people in the house.

Marks eyes slowly opened as the noise came again. It
sounded like something scratching on something, like
wood. He raised his head a little, trying to make
where the sound was coming from. The cupboard. Marks
heart thumped a little faster at the knowledge of
this. He lowered his head back onto his pillow and
pulled the cover over his face. Whatever it was that
was awakening him up, he knew that it was gonna be
something weird. Again the creepy noise came. But it
was not until a few moments later, when Mark jolted
upwards as the door slammed open.


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