Post by RivenZero on Feb 14, 2008 19:54:24 GMT -5
This is a fanfic I did that happens inbetween New Threat and the new fanfic....hope you like it so far. 
Chapter 1: Darkness rises
“Son of a bitch” Ryan muttered as he stummbled through the dark. The only sounds were the drips of water somewhere in the pitch black room. He could smell death all around him. Umbrella was really into making people feel pain. He moved further to the back of the room trying to feel what was ahead of him by kicking at the air. They had tied his hands behind his back when they had put him in here. That was before he heard the explosions that shook the small room.
Ryan didn’t know how long he had been in the room but estimated a couple of days and only a few hours ago when the explosions started.
Wow, the life of an outlaw he thought, laughing a little at the thought.
How many years since that horrible night and the nightmares that followed? He stopped as the image of Teresa’s face showed up in his mind.
"Stop it" he told himself finally kicking at solid wall, "She’s gone and there is nothing I can do about it."
He put his ear to the wall listening to what was outside.
Gunfire, explosions...they were distant which was good for him since he had to get his lucky self out of this before he got himself killed. He started moving down the wall to his right when he started to think about what Stan always told him when it came to combat. He was the man but getting into trouble was his specialty.
He laughed a little at the irony in this. Ryan was always the one who got into the most trouble and Stan never failed to get him out.
Accept Stan wasn't here now....
He finally felt a metal door pressing his face against its cold surface. Ryan knew he was somewhere cold.
"Maybe Santa Claus is the leader of Umbrella" He chuckled but finally got serious when he heard footsteps…..female, running towards the door.
"Shit!" Ryan whispered as he jumped backward behind the door as it swung open barely hitting his shoulder. He slowly made his was around the door as the girl's slick body made it's way into the dim light of the hallway. She held a handgun pointed directly at him.
She doesn’t see me he realized as she squinted at the dark before her.
Teresa? He thought as the girl backed up and hit the switch from the outer wall of the prison. Ryan ran forward instantly, kicking the gun out of her hand. As it hit the floor he could hear the clatter. It had to have been loudest thing he had ever heard.
Luckily he had seen the gun before she turned on the lights or he wouldn’t have known where to kick. The sharp sting of a heel hitting his backside caught him off guard sending him crashing to the ground.
“Ryan Bucek prisoner number 144 you’re coming with me.” The women barked, her gun back in her possession.
His eyes adjusted to the light as the women’s face came into focus….
Chapter 2: Mission
5 hours before.......
Molly skimmed through the reader’s digest as she waited in the waiting room of the Umbrella Underground Headquarters or The Hive for short.
“This is bullshit” She muttered putting the magazine down and sliding her fingers through her blond hair. Molly had been called by Director Lillian Parker to get her ass underground pronto and now that she had gotten there she’d been waiting about 3 hours.
She glanced down at her watch just as her name was called in by one of the assistants.
“Molly Simmons the Director will see you now.”
She got up and walked towards the door that led to Parker’s office which she was sure to get an A class assignment seeing that she was being called in by the Top brass themselves.
Molly walked through the door where the smell of strawberries hit her nose. She looked around having worked there for 8 years she had never seen the inside of Parker’s office. The walls were lined with frames of passed achievements which was obviously given out before Umbrella fell to shit and had to go underground.
“Good evening Ms. Simmons” Parker started turning around with what seemed to be a file in her hands. “I have an assignment for you which is to be cared for with extreme accuracy.”
Molly crossed her fingers going over the same words in her head over and over again. Anything but a rescue mission please not a rescue mission.
"It will be the extraction of Ryan Bucek, a former S.T.A.R.S. in Raccoon City."
Crap Molly thought paying more attention to the part about Raccoon City and him being S.T.A.R.S.
“How old is this man?” Molly finally spoke up.
“Irrelevant, all you need to know is that he has military training. His accomplis, Stan Ryans is nowhere to be seen.”
“Yes, mam” Molly replied feeling like an idiot for being so careless. The director was right about his age not being important but, he had to be at least 5 years older then she.
He is being held in one of our bases in Antarctica and we lost contact with them yesterday. We’ll need him alive.
Molly’s eyes widened “The Antarctic? That’s all the way across the globe.”
“We can get somebody else to do this mission....someone more skilled” she glanced down at the file “perhaps James Barley seeing that he’s your higher up.”
No way I’m losing to James of all people Molly thought.
“I’ll take the job” She replied, grinning at the thought of James bitching and moaning all over the place.
The director handed Molly the file which she glanced over to see a picture of a man who must have been in his early twenties when the picture was taken.
Was I really only 17 when I was in Raccoon? She asked herself feeling the icy hands of the un-dead touching her skin.
“Ms. Simmons” the director spoke up, snapping Molly out of her thoughts “Wear something warm”
Chapter 3 - mistakes
The man stared up at Molly with a blank expression on his face as she picked up her gun.
“Get up!” She demanded
He didn’t look as old as she thought maybe his late twenties or early thirties. He had short brown hair.
“Who are you?” He asked scrambling to his feet, his hands still behind his back. Molly didn’t answer. She just glared at him as he studied her.
“Something tells me that you’re not the type to give it up on the first date” He laughed wearing a dumb grin that really pissed her off. Molly contained her cool maybe she could play around with him a little before going back to the chopper.
“Well that depends” she replied in the most sexiest voice she could muster walking up to him and putting her cheek next to his ear gently whispering “Can you really handle a woman like me?”
Molly put her hands to the mans chest grabbing him and slinging him into the wall next to the doors entrance.
“Don’t fuck with me asshole or I’ll empty this gun into your fucking head.”
Ryan just glared at her with no fear in his eyes.
“Wow, you're really good at talking bullshit but if your mission was to kill me you would have done it by now.”
Molly was truly pissed off and she really wanted to beat the living shit out of this asshole but she had no time. There was a war zone outside and she only had 3 more minutes to get to the chopper.
She turned Ryan around pressing the gun to his back and directing him outside of the door in front of her. They took some corners and one flight of stairs before making it to the hallway heading out toward the prison’s exit.
“Don’t move” she told him slowly walking around him and opening the door.
And then she could feel someone choking, her surroundings started to slip.
That prick got me.....
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Ryan had laid the girls body on the wall taking her gun, Umbrella ID, and her knife.
He couldn’t believe that this girl had not noticed that he had been cutting his bound hands the entire trip to the exit.
He glanced down at the ID again.
Figures she’d be working for umbrella but why would they need me so much as to send a trained soldier like Molly Simmons to retrieve somebody like me.
The explosions from outside the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He raised the handgun at the ready and opened the door.
“How the hell do I always get myself caught up in shit like this?” He whispered as the scene outside the door came into full focus.
It was destruction at it’s best just like Raccoon but this time he could hear other sounds besides silence.
Gunfire and a whole lot of it and it was only getting farther from the compound. He examined the surroundings and could see no visible threat.
It was a courtyard surrounded by high concrete walls and a watch tower which seemed to be unmanned.
An MP truck was on fire to his left the heat he could feel at the entrance of the prison.
Ryan took one last look at the blond beauty who lay unconscious
I would leave you here to die but my sense of right is a little to strong right now.She should be safe until I get back.
With that last thought he sprinted out the door only looking at only what was ahead.
Chapter 1: Darkness rises
“Son of a bitch” Ryan muttered as he stummbled through the dark. The only sounds were the drips of water somewhere in the pitch black room. He could smell death all around him. Umbrella was really into making people feel pain. He moved further to the back of the room trying to feel what was ahead of him by kicking at the air. They had tied his hands behind his back when they had put him in here. That was before he heard the explosions that shook the small room.
Ryan didn’t know how long he had been in the room but estimated a couple of days and only a few hours ago when the explosions started.
Wow, the life of an outlaw he thought, laughing a little at the thought.
How many years since that horrible night and the nightmares that followed? He stopped as the image of Teresa’s face showed up in his mind.
"Stop it" he told himself finally kicking at solid wall, "She’s gone and there is nothing I can do about it."
He put his ear to the wall listening to what was outside.
Gunfire, explosions...they were distant which was good for him since he had to get his lucky self out of this before he got himself killed. He started moving down the wall to his right when he started to think about what Stan always told him when it came to combat. He was the man but getting into trouble was his specialty.
He laughed a little at the irony in this. Ryan was always the one who got into the most trouble and Stan never failed to get him out.
Accept Stan wasn't here now....
He finally felt a metal door pressing his face against its cold surface. Ryan knew he was somewhere cold.
"Maybe Santa Claus is the leader of Umbrella" He chuckled but finally got serious when he heard footsteps…..female, running towards the door.
"Shit!" Ryan whispered as he jumped backward behind the door as it swung open barely hitting his shoulder. He slowly made his was around the door as the girl's slick body made it's way into the dim light of the hallway. She held a handgun pointed directly at him.
She doesn’t see me he realized as she squinted at the dark before her.
Teresa? He thought as the girl backed up and hit the switch from the outer wall of the prison. Ryan ran forward instantly, kicking the gun out of her hand. As it hit the floor he could hear the clatter. It had to have been loudest thing he had ever heard.
Luckily he had seen the gun before she turned on the lights or he wouldn’t have known where to kick. The sharp sting of a heel hitting his backside caught him off guard sending him crashing to the ground.
“Ryan Bucek prisoner number 144 you’re coming with me.” The women barked, her gun back in her possession.
His eyes adjusted to the light as the women’s face came into focus….
Chapter 2: Mission
5 hours before.......
Molly skimmed through the reader’s digest as she waited in the waiting room of the Umbrella Underground Headquarters or The Hive for short.
“This is bullshit” She muttered putting the magazine down and sliding her fingers through her blond hair. Molly had been called by Director Lillian Parker to get her ass underground pronto and now that she had gotten there she’d been waiting about 3 hours.
She glanced down at her watch just as her name was called in by one of the assistants.
“Molly Simmons the Director will see you now.”
She got up and walked towards the door that led to Parker’s office which she was sure to get an A class assignment seeing that she was being called in by the Top brass themselves.
Molly walked through the door where the smell of strawberries hit her nose. She looked around having worked there for 8 years she had never seen the inside of Parker’s office. The walls were lined with frames of passed achievements which was obviously given out before Umbrella fell to shit and had to go underground.
“Good evening Ms. Simmons” Parker started turning around with what seemed to be a file in her hands. “I have an assignment for you which is to be cared for with extreme accuracy.”
Molly crossed her fingers going over the same words in her head over and over again. Anything but a rescue mission please not a rescue mission.
"It will be the extraction of Ryan Bucek, a former S.T.A.R.S. in Raccoon City."
Crap Molly thought paying more attention to the part about Raccoon City and him being S.T.A.R.S.
“How old is this man?” Molly finally spoke up.
“Irrelevant, all you need to know is that he has military training. His accomplis, Stan Ryans is nowhere to be seen.”
“Yes, mam” Molly replied feeling like an idiot for being so careless. The director was right about his age not being important but, he had to be at least 5 years older then she.
He is being held in one of our bases in Antarctica and we lost contact with them yesterday. We’ll need him alive.
Molly’s eyes widened “The Antarctic? That’s all the way across the globe.”
“We can get somebody else to do this mission....someone more skilled” she glanced down at the file “perhaps James Barley seeing that he’s your higher up.”
No way I’m losing to James of all people Molly thought.
“I’ll take the job” She replied, grinning at the thought of James bitching and moaning all over the place.
The director handed Molly the file which she glanced over to see a picture of a man who must have been in his early twenties when the picture was taken.
Was I really only 17 when I was in Raccoon? She asked herself feeling the icy hands of the un-dead touching her skin.
“Ms. Simmons” the director spoke up, snapping Molly out of her thoughts “Wear something warm”
Chapter 3 - mistakes
The man stared up at Molly with a blank expression on his face as she picked up her gun.
“Get up!” She demanded
He didn’t look as old as she thought maybe his late twenties or early thirties. He had short brown hair.
“Who are you?” He asked scrambling to his feet, his hands still behind his back. Molly didn’t answer. She just glared at him as he studied her.
“Something tells me that you’re not the type to give it up on the first date” He laughed wearing a dumb grin that really pissed her off. Molly contained her cool maybe she could play around with him a little before going back to the chopper.
“Well that depends” she replied in the most sexiest voice she could muster walking up to him and putting her cheek next to his ear gently whispering “Can you really handle a woman like me?”
Molly put her hands to the mans chest grabbing him and slinging him into the wall next to the doors entrance.
“Don’t fuck with me asshole or I’ll empty this gun into your fucking head.”
Ryan just glared at her with no fear in his eyes.
“Wow, you're really good at talking bullshit but if your mission was to kill me you would have done it by now.”
Molly was truly pissed off and she really wanted to beat the living shit out of this asshole but she had no time. There was a war zone outside and she only had 3 more minutes to get to the chopper.
She turned Ryan around pressing the gun to his back and directing him outside of the door in front of her. They took some corners and one flight of stairs before making it to the hallway heading out toward the prison’s exit.
“Don’t move” she told him slowly walking around him and opening the door.
And then she could feel someone choking, her surroundings started to slip.
That prick got me.....
---------------------------------
Ryan had laid the girls body on the wall taking her gun, Umbrella ID, and her knife.
He couldn’t believe that this girl had not noticed that he had been cutting his bound hands the entire trip to the exit.
He glanced down at the ID again.
Figures she’d be working for umbrella but why would they need me so much as to send a trained soldier like Molly Simmons to retrieve somebody like me.
The explosions from outside the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He raised the handgun at the ready and opened the door.
“How the hell do I always get myself caught up in shit like this?” He whispered as the scene outside the door came into full focus.
It was destruction at it’s best just like Raccoon but this time he could hear other sounds besides silence.
Gunfire and a whole lot of it and it was only getting farther from the compound. He examined the surroundings and could see no visible threat.
It was a courtyard surrounded by high concrete walls and a watch tower which seemed to be unmanned.
An MP truck was on fire to his left the heat he could feel at the entrance of the prison.
Ryan took one last look at the blond beauty who lay unconscious
I would leave you here to die but my sense of right is a little to strong right now.She should be safe until I get back.
With that last thought he sprinted out the door only looking at only what was ahead.
