Island of 1,000 Deaths
Chapter 1: Inaugural Brawl
Amanda Jackson could taste the copper taste of blood in her mouth as she groggily sat up on the hard bed. The jail cell was barely lit by a light that hung outside of the cell in the hallway which gave the cell a cave like feeling. She could just make out the outline of what looked like five other small beds lined up against the wall. She must have been knocked out for a while since the blood on her face had completely dried, but she could still taste the remnants of blood in her mouth.
The last thing she could remember was trying to run from Umbrella's henchmen after she had tripped an alarm in one of their underground facilities. Her eyes were still half closed when she heard a rustling sound coming from directly in front of her. She silently winced from pain as she attempted to shift her weight to see her unknown attacker.
"Good morning sunshine," a deep voice called from the direction of the noise.
As the figure stepped into the dim light that was streaming through the bars she could tell that the voice came from a male that was maybe six feet tall. He walked over to her and tilted his cowboy hat at the small built women.
"Howdy, my name is Dallas McCray. May I ask what yours is little lady?" the tall man said as he reached the end of the bed.
"Yeah whatever, its Amanda Jackson nice to meet you and all. Could you tell me what I am doing in a jail cell?" Amanda said as she gingerly sat up on the hard bed.
"Well nobody really knows anything but we were caught by Umbrella and put in here," the man said obviously trying to flirt with her.
"Yup, that's right. I was caught during a raid on one of Umbrella's facilities," a voice called from somewhere behind the other man.
"Who are you?" Amanda asked as she tried to make out where the voice had come from.
"I am Marcell Cardwell," the voice identified itself, but didn't move in the darkness of the cell.
"Is there anyone else here that I should Know about?" Amanda said getting a little irritated by everyone being quiet.
Amanda could just make out three other people sit up from there beds. They looked like something out of a Dracula movie as they sat straight up.
"I know this will sound like kindergarten, but let's find out what everybody's name is. I'll start, my name is Amanda Jackson and I was also caught while I was making a raid on an Umbrella facility," Amanda said loudly so that everyone could hear her.
"My name would be Dallas; I was also caught during a raid," the tall man at the end of her bed announced.
"Ok, my name is Marcell Cardwell," a man called from one of the beds.
"My name is Kiki Lockheart," a small looking woman said from the next bed.
"Elise Wong. Anyone left?" the young woman said in the next to last bed.
"Yeah, my names Tom Frost," Tom said groggily.
Dallas quickly went over to where the other women's voices had originated. He again introduced himself and asked them if they were alright, skipping right over all of the guy's beds.
"Now that we know everybody's name and that we were all pretty much all caught in raids of Umbrellas facilities. What does that leave us with?" Amanda said after realizing that no one else was going to say it.
"We all know who likes all the girls," Tom said after he raised his hand.
"Oh, yeah!" Marcell shouted with a chuckle.
"What'd you say punk!" Dallas yelled as he jumped over one of the other women's bed.
"Calm down!" the girl named Kiki yelled.
Dallas grabbed Tom around his throat and easily picked him up and walked with him up in the air over to where the door of the cell was.
"Hey, you heard me!" Kiki yelled again.
Dallas, in a rage, easily through Tom against the door.
"Watch it!" Elise yelled as she saw Tom hit the door hard.
To all there amazement the rusted door swung open. Tom crumpled to the floor on top of the door. Dallas cleanly wiped the man's sweat from his hands.
Amanda quickly ran to check and see if Tom was ok since he hadn't moved.
"Are you ok?" Amanda asked as she reached Tom's crumpled body.
"Yeah, thanks," Tom gasped. Apparently only the wind had been knocked out of him.
"No problem, we may need Dallas eventually, so lets try not to say anything about him any more," Amanda mumbled under her breath so that Dallas couldn't hear her.
"That was really stupid leaving the door unlocked. It was as if Umbrella wanted us to get out," Elise said as she stepped out of her short-term prison.
Now that they were in the light outside the cell, Amanda could tell what everyone looked like. The woman who had identified herself as Elise Wong was about 5'6 125 lbs. with black hair that was streaked with blonde and dark green eyes. She was younger than her body portrayed maybe 22 years old Amanda thought. She wore a black v-neck shirt that had a picture of a phoenix on it with a light denim jacket over it. She also wore a pair of extremely short shorts and a high-heeled black boot.
The girl named Kiki Lockheart was about 5'4 106 lbs. with light brown hair and sea green eyes. She had a childish face that was covered by a pair of green tinted glasses. She looked fairly young to Amanda maybe 22 years old. She wore a long sleeved black shirt with a pair of black shorts, but the centerpiece of her outfit were the white boots she wore that reached her knees.
The man on the floor named Tom Frost had turned out to be wearing dark sunglasses and very clean clothing. He had very dark hair and was about 6'2 180 lbs. His face looked older than the ones that were surrounding them maybe 29 years old.
Surprisingly Dallas was about 6'3 and had lifted Tom's 6'2 body off his feet. Dallas had jet-black hair and a small scar under his chin. He had a cowboy hat on and a faded red shirt that said Cowboy Up. His blue jeans were a little bit faded and had one of the knees completely torn out of them. He was very attractive, but he had his eye on all the girls and couldn't be trusted to Amanda. His teenager attitude didn't fit his 23 year old body.
Marcell Cardwell was in the middle of conversation with Tom. They were talking about the incident that had just happened. Marcell was a tall African American with his black hair braided back and he had deep hazel eyes. He was wearing a red and gray short sleeved shirt with matching pants and a pair of gray sneakers. A pair of slim red tinted glasses hid his young handsome looking face. He also looked older than his face let on about 27 years old.
Amanda's shoulder length blonde hair seemed to shine in the swinging over- head light. Her dark green eyes were set deep into her tanned face. Her body was 5'7 125 lbs. body was complemented by the tight denim hip hugger jeans and plain blue shirt. She was 21 years old and you could tell it by her body.
As Amanda looked at the hallway that was connected to where the jail cell was she heard the soft sound of hard nails on concrete. It sounded like a dog, but the steps weren't right for a dog's paws, it was would have been dragging two of its legs for it to match the sound that she was hearing. Whatever it was it was getting ready to turn the corner of the hallway.
Author's Note: I hope you liked it, and be sure to review it!
Chapter 1: Inaugural Brawl
Amanda Jackson could taste the copper taste of blood in her mouth as she groggily sat up on the hard bed. The jail cell was barely lit by a light that hung outside of the cell in the hallway which gave the cell a cave like feeling. She could just make out the outline of what looked like five other small beds lined up against the wall. She must have been knocked out for a while since the blood on her face had completely dried, but she could still taste the remnants of blood in her mouth.
The last thing she could remember was trying to run from Umbrella's henchmen after she had tripped an alarm in one of their underground facilities. Her eyes were still half closed when she heard a rustling sound coming from directly in front of her. She silently winced from pain as she attempted to shift her weight to see her unknown attacker.
"Good morning sunshine," a deep voice called from the direction of the noise.
As the figure stepped into the dim light that was streaming through the bars she could tell that the voice came from a male that was maybe six feet tall. He walked over to her and tilted his cowboy hat at the small built women.
"Howdy, my name is Dallas McCray. May I ask what yours is little lady?" the tall man said as he reached the end of the bed.
"Yeah whatever, its Amanda Jackson nice to meet you and all. Could you tell me what I am doing in a jail cell?" Amanda said as she gingerly sat up on the hard bed.
"Well nobody really knows anything but we were caught by Umbrella and put in here," the man said obviously trying to flirt with her.
"Yup, that's right. I was caught during a raid on one of Umbrella's facilities," a voice called from somewhere behind the other man.
"Who are you?" Amanda asked as she tried to make out where the voice had come from.
"I am Marcell Cardwell," the voice identified itself, but didn't move in the darkness of the cell.
"Is there anyone else here that I should Know about?" Amanda said getting a little irritated by everyone being quiet.
Amanda could just make out three other people sit up from there beds. They looked like something out of a Dracula movie as they sat straight up.
"I know this will sound like kindergarten, but let's find out what everybody's name is. I'll start, my name is Amanda Jackson and I was also caught while I was making a raid on an Umbrella facility," Amanda said loudly so that everyone could hear her.
"My name would be Dallas; I was also caught during a raid," the tall man at the end of her bed announced.
"Ok, my name is Marcell Cardwell," a man called from one of the beds.
"My name is Kiki Lockheart," a small looking woman said from the next bed.
"Elise Wong. Anyone left?" the young woman said in the next to last bed.
"Yeah, my names Tom Frost," Tom said groggily.
Dallas quickly went over to where the other women's voices had originated. He again introduced himself and asked them if they were alright, skipping right over all of the guy's beds.
"Now that we know everybody's name and that we were all pretty much all caught in raids of Umbrellas facilities. What does that leave us with?" Amanda said after realizing that no one else was going to say it.
"We all know who likes all the girls," Tom said after he raised his hand.
"Oh, yeah!" Marcell shouted with a chuckle.
"What'd you say punk!" Dallas yelled as he jumped over one of the other women's bed.
"Calm down!" the girl named Kiki yelled.
Dallas grabbed Tom around his throat and easily picked him up and walked with him up in the air over to where the door of the cell was.
"Hey, you heard me!" Kiki yelled again.
Dallas, in a rage, easily through Tom against the door.
"Watch it!" Elise yelled as she saw Tom hit the door hard.
To all there amazement the rusted door swung open. Tom crumpled to the floor on top of the door. Dallas cleanly wiped the man's sweat from his hands.
Amanda quickly ran to check and see if Tom was ok since he hadn't moved.
"Are you ok?" Amanda asked as she reached Tom's crumpled body.
"Yeah, thanks," Tom gasped. Apparently only the wind had been knocked out of him.
"No problem, we may need Dallas eventually, so lets try not to say anything about him any more," Amanda mumbled under her breath so that Dallas couldn't hear her.
"That was really stupid leaving the door unlocked. It was as if Umbrella wanted us to get out," Elise said as she stepped out of her short-term prison.
Now that they were in the light outside the cell, Amanda could tell what everyone looked like. The woman who had identified herself as Elise Wong was about 5'6 125 lbs. with black hair that was streaked with blonde and dark green eyes. She was younger than her body portrayed maybe 22 years old Amanda thought. She wore a black v-neck shirt that had a picture of a phoenix on it with a light denim jacket over it. She also wore a pair of extremely short shorts and a high-heeled black boot.
The girl named Kiki Lockheart was about 5'4 106 lbs. with light brown hair and sea green eyes. She had a childish face that was covered by a pair of green tinted glasses. She looked fairly young to Amanda maybe 22 years old. She wore a long sleeved black shirt with a pair of black shorts, but the centerpiece of her outfit were the white boots she wore that reached her knees.
The man on the floor named Tom Frost had turned out to be wearing dark sunglasses and very clean clothing. He had very dark hair and was about 6'2 180 lbs. His face looked older than the ones that were surrounding them maybe 29 years old.
Surprisingly Dallas was about 6'3 and had lifted Tom's 6'2 body off his feet. Dallas had jet-black hair and a small scar under his chin. He had a cowboy hat on and a faded red shirt that said Cowboy Up. His blue jeans were a little bit faded and had one of the knees completely torn out of them. He was very attractive, but he had his eye on all the girls and couldn't be trusted to Amanda. His teenager attitude didn't fit his 23 year old body.
Marcell Cardwell was in the middle of conversation with Tom. They were talking about the incident that had just happened. Marcell was a tall African American with his black hair braided back and he had deep hazel eyes. He was wearing a red and gray short sleeved shirt with matching pants and a pair of gray sneakers. A pair of slim red tinted glasses hid his young handsome looking face. He also looked older than his face let on about 27 years old.
Amanda's shoulder length blonde hair seemed to shine in the swinging over- head light. Her dark green eyes were set deep into her tanned face. Her body was 5'7 125 lbs. body was complemented by the tight denim hip hugger jeans and plain blue shirt. She was 21 years old and you could tell it by her body.
As Amanda looked at the hallway that was connected to where the jail cell was she heard the soft sound of hard nails on concrete. It sounded like a dog, but the steps weren't right for a dog's paws, it was would have been dragging two of its legs for it to match the sound that she was hearing. Whatever it was it was getting ready to turn the corner of the hallway.
Author's Note: I hope you liked it, and be sure to review it!