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So, in light of my newest character obsession for this series (Jack Krauser) I have found next to nothing written for him. So I'm going to try my hand at it - if you see any mistakes I happen to make don't be afraid to call me out on them, either. I can't improve if everyone ignores the mistakes I make, after all.
The brunette woman toyed with the disc in her hand as she crouched down in front of her Playstation 2, having wiped off a layer of caked on dust after years of disuse in favor of the XBOX 360's newer games. On the disc the protagonist of the game she was currently toying with seemingly aimed at nothing off to her side as she examined.
If he were real he'd be quite the ladies' man - the woman decided.
The protagonist of this game had light brown - almost blonde hair cut in a rather cute fashion, some of his bangs covering one of his blue eyes slightly. It also helped that he looked rather fit as well, with good muscle tone...
She finally popped the disc into the Playstation before standing up and hopping onto her bed, nearly losing her prized leather cowboy hat right off her head from the sudden movements to the bed. She hesitated once more at the 'New Game' option.
It's not that she didn't want to play a new game, it just so happened that she was picky about her gaming. Always had been. Though her friends did say the Resident Evil series was good, especially this fourth one...
Than again, they had also said that Halo was good and she despised that franchise...
'Screw it,' the woman decided, smashing her thumb down upon the 'X' button and starting the new game. She soon became immersed in the game, the darkness of her room that night helping the game's atmosphere along nicely as her controls were jerky and jumpy at the sudden enemies and their shear number.
"Oh Jesus!" the woman shouted and aiming the gun at what she thought as an enemy. Only to find the digital enemy already impaled to the wall of the cabin with a pitchfork through the head. Her jaw dropped at the imagery of it all before a smirk overtook the shock; "Dude, that's so fuckin' deranged... Naturally, I love it!"
And so she continued with her gameplay quickly starting up the village battle and once again receiving a wonderful (in her opinion) adrenaline rush from the chase the Chainsaw man, Dr. Salvador, gave and the enemy's refusal to die. Her dark brown eyes widened behind her glasses as Dr. Salvador cornered her and began to viciously scream and chop off Leon's head.
Of course, the woman refused to believe this, quickly jerking the joysticks in either direction and mashing down random buttons as if that would help, all the while screaming; "No! NO! Bitch-face! Get your ass back up, Leon! It's just a flesh wound!"
The 'You Are Dead' screen popped up and she failed to notice the glitchy nature of the usually ominous screen, having never seen it before to recognize something was wrong. "No, really?" she snorted sarcastically, controller in her lap as she threw a hand up in exasperation. "I thought he was still living! His head's just over in the corner and all, no one needs their brain to function and live!"
She clicked the 'X' button again ready to give it another go. Nothing happened, however. Her eyes narrowed and she clicked again, slowly and more hesitantly this time. The screen seemed to flash slightly with snow before reverting back to the 'You are Dead' screen. She blinked in surprise and was moving to go and check to see if something was wrong with her Playstation (it wouldn't be the disc, discs never screwed up like this...).
As she touched the screen to move the TV around and check on the jacks plugged into the back of it a resounding flash of light surrounded her vision and blinded her. No sound reached her ears - only white could be see and she wasn't even sure if that was because she had been blinded by a white light or if that was how the place always looked.
"So, this is the one you've chosen, huh?" sounds out a male's voice, deep and amused-sounding. The voice seemed to echo and bounce off of nothing - it was impossible to pinpoint the location of the voice. "Kinda scrawny, don't you think?"
"Don't be fooled by looks. I think she'll do fine." chuckled an equally-amused female's voice. "That's the bet after all isn't it?"
"What bet?" snapped the woman, finally losing her patience. Something out of the norm was happening and she didn't understand it. It didn't help that these 'voices' didn't seem keen on giving her any answers soon, either.
"Don't you worry about that, honey-love." spoke the woman kindly, soothingly. "You just concentrate on surviving for me, okay?"
"What?" something gentle was placed over her eyes quickly and turned the white to black before her mind was dragged down into unconsciousness...
"¡Hey, acá!" the shout reached her ears as she slowly sat up, feeling sore all over. With half-lidded eyes the woman glanced around and attempting to ignore her body's screeching to lay back down and nap. Her eyes soon caught sight of a group of men with glowing red eyes staring straight at her as they jogged to her - the twigs and branches under their feet crunching as they moved. What startled her into moving was what they held in their hands; axes, pitch forks and one even held aloft a burning torch.
"Oh, what the fuck?" she mumbled standing herself up shakily and turning to run in the other direction as fast as her still sleepy mind would allow her body to go. Her open path to 'safety' was quickly cut off however,
"¡Te cogí!"
"Hmmm?" she hummed her inquiry as she glanced ahead of her at the newest enemy arrival. He stood there with a wicked grin upon his bearded face, arms outstretched and ready to catch the woman. She thwarted his plan however; as she grew closer to the glowing-eyed man she lunged toward the ground and rolled in the same fashion her recruiters had taught her and the other poolees how to (she deftly kept a hand to her hat to keep form losing it in the process). At the end of her roll she pushed up and straightened out into a full out run, not glancing back at the man she had just bypassed as he shouted in what sounded like Spanish once again.
"Hmmm? What's this...?" the man droned in his room, having carelessly glanced at one of his screens that lined the room. It really was necessary, to catch all that could potentially ruin or help along his plans.
Using the controls placed into the arm of the chair he sat upon he zoomed in on one particular screen via satellite video feed. A brow rose as he watched what he saw. A young woman wearing clothes that stated she clearly was not a citizen of Spain - and her actions also screamed that she was not infected with the Plagas.
He watched in something akin to amusement as the woman gripped a rather large knife in her hand and continued to back step away from her opponent - a Ganados woman with a pitch fork. Though she was armed she clearly knew the disadvantage she had. The Ganados woman lunged with the intent to spear the cowboy hat wearer with the farming tool. The woman had merely jumped to the side before - amusing the blond man more - wrapping her arms around the pitch fork's handle and beginning a tug-of-war for the tool.
"What do you plan on doing, now, hmmm...?" he mumbled to himself, his mind working as he watched the woman kick the Ganados in the gut and loosening her enemy's hold. She dropped her knife in her hurry to right the pitch fork in her own hands before impaling the Ganados herself.
"I believe I may have a use for you, dear heart..." he chuckled in amusement as he reached for his PDA to contact his employee nearest to this newcomer.
She blinked, shocked at how little killing that woman had unnerved her and looked around her for her dropped pocket knife. It was a large one of a Smith & Wesson make, so it didn't take her too long to find it and clip it back onto her belt - pitchfork still in hand. "Now what?" she questioned gazing around the unfamiliar territory. It was cold, and she was glad she was wearing her jeans instead of the usual cargo shorts she had recently taken to wearing but she still had no sleeves to help her arms stay warm...
She huffed and sat herself down in the gross, arms and legs crossed with the pitchfork leaned against her shoulder. She used this time to think, now that no one was chasing after her and trying to end her life.
She definitely recognized the glowing red eyes from the game she had been playing before waking up - she had noticed it right away when they had first chased her upon her awakening. She couldn't figure out how she had gotten all the way to Spain, where she remembered the location of the game was placed at, from her bedroom in a little town in nowhere Indiana.
'And what were those voices? What's this bet they have...?' she mused in determination.
It took awhile to find the location that Wesker had given to him over the PDA of this new woman he wanted to employ. He didn't know why and he knew better than to ask, really. He scoffed as he caught site of the person sitting there almost contently with a pitchfork - it's ends stained in blood.
He really had to wonder what was so special about this woman that Wesker wanted to employ her. She didn't seem to know much of her surroundings as he stood back and kept his arms crossed as he observed her for several minutes. He shifted his weight to his right foot, causing several dried up leaves to crackle under foot.
She jerked her head around to glare over her shoulder, searching the shadows of the tree line that surrounded her small clearing warily. Okay, so she wasn't as out of it as he had first thought...
Several moments of silence as he waited for her to spot him. Her eyes passed over him a few times before locking on to him, and her grip on the pitchfork tightened as she stood up slowly in a half-crouch, ready to run or fight.
"Who's there?" she finally snapped. He chuckled, causing the woman to tense up further and spread her stance wider, before he stepped out a hand reaching to the knife strapped to the back of his belt. As he stepped closer he began twirling the knife around his finger skillfully, in a bid to intimidate the woman. She merely glanced at the spinning knife and than back up at him.
The fact that the blond man's eyes weren't glowing red satisfied her but she still refused to relax as he brandished the knife. "Tell me, girl, what are you doing here?" he questioned, his voice gruff as he began circling the brunette. She moved with him, keeping her eyes on him at all times.
"What's it to you?" His frown deepened at her answer.
"Just answer the question, kid." he snapped back, now grasping the handle of the large blade in his hand as he stopped and stared the girl down.
She scoffed; "Wandering." He scowled again but chose to go on.
"What's your name?"
"Woooo! Go Werewolf!" cheered one of the guys humorously, causing a grin to spread over her face as she moved to the middle of the large circle. She really did love that nickname - even if it did come about from a franchise she despised.
"Mountain climbers! Fifteen of them!" she cried out to the other recruits.
"What was that Werewolf? I didn't hear you?" asked the older boy again - having had been facing her back as she had moved to the middle of the circle, it was understandable that he hadn't.
"Mountain climbers!" she calls out loudly once more, crouching down into position. "Fifteen of them! ... ... Ready? BEGIN! One, two, three -"
"ONE!"
"One, two, three -"
"TWO!"
"My name is Werewolf." she snorted.
He glared at her for that one.
Authoress Notes: If anyone has played Resident Evil; The Umbrella Chronicles you will know that Wesker does indeed talk to himself... a lot.