Illegal Operations: Project K Chronicles, Resident Evil [32]

Resident Evil: The Project K Chronicles {Leon S. Kennedy} pt.32 Arabian Night


Leon has to hurry and find Karla before Demitri does the unthinkable, to his fortune he hopes he'll run into the brothers on his way.

And I can't say that I actually give a damn. I have no care for what befalls Karla-Sue. I don't root for her, I don't cheer when she succeeds or feel bad when she doesn't - I feel nothing for her but contempt and loathing for all the things she does, the self-absorbed mindset, the selfishness for everything that she's done and thought thus far.

“Damn it!” another dead-end for Leon, and backtracking was going to waste time in finding Karla. After handcuffing Rachel to a rail he sprinted out and tried desperately to find her, he cussed and the cynical laughing in his head didn’t help either.

“Oh, it would be a shame if he were to do something to her.”

“Be quiet damn you!”

“Mad are we?”

“Yeah once I find something to get you out, I won’t be missing you.”

“Don’t expect that to be happening anytime soon.”

“You can count on me dragging you out myself.” Leon seethed out loud.

Leon sounds so very deranged. At this point I can't even poke fun at it. It's just sad.

"And the next you know, we're kissing. Then I get punched in my face." David explained to his brother.

What even is going on here? When did Slimy-Git arrive and how?

"I can't see why he'd do a thing like that." Mark yawned. "But you deserved it either way...I-Leon?"

“David, Mark…thank god.”

You know what, I'm just going to assume these to assclowns appeared by way of channeling Nightcrawler because Gabby can't be assed to care about anything she writes and therefore dole out necessary detail.

Leon had stopped running as soon as David had spoken. He was relieved that both brothers were fine besides they’re tired appearance; Mark looked more sleep deprived than his younger brother. Leon concluded that it was because of Claire’s sudden disappearance then re-appearance but fighting for the wrong side.

They've only just figured this out, what I can only assume due to the shitty pacing, hours ago - why would he be sleep-deprived because of this fact at this point in time?

He knew as well as Karla that Mark and Claire had gotten pretty close during that ABA mission a couple of months back.

No, I have no idea what ABA means. No, I don't believe Gabby is ever going to care enough to explain. No, I really don't give all that much of a fuck about it.

David scoffed. "Pfft...So where's Karla? Hopefully not takin' a piss is she?"

“That’s what I would like to know, she was there with me and the next minute she vanished.”

Yeah, I would love to know how that happened as well. We got no exposition on how that happened or even got to see the scenario happen itself. Things like that hold more weight when we know what happened. As it stands Gabby couldn't figure out how to get Karla-Sue from Leon and to her obviously beloved rape scene so she just skipped the interim between them altogether. This is horrendously lazy writing and kills any mood that could have been set up completely.

"Vanished?!...How the hell did that happen?!"

I'd say dues ex machina but I don't think this sudden vanishing act even applies to that.

"We bumped into Demitri earlier. He was talking about going after her." Mark remembered.

“…Damn.”

"Now, now no need to cause a riot. We'll find Karla and get her back safely. All of us."

Yeah, no rush, even though you were told and all know that he plans on raping her brutally and thoroughly. No rush at aaalll.

"Hopefully. Frost sends a bad vibe in my mind. Hate him." David clenched his fists. "He's such a dick."

“That means as much as I hate to say it, Demitri has Karla. We have to find them both, now.”

"Yeah, we're going to find her Kennedy." Mark assured.

"Bet your ass we will. Frost is dead. And I'm watching him suffer."

If they're all so insistent on saving Karla-Sue (again) why are they all just sitting around and chatting? That's counterproductive to what they need and want to do.

Leon narrowed his eyes at David, his concern for Karla growing questionable to Leon’s mind as he watched David’s face fall into concern. Deep concern. Just how close did he want to be to her?


“We should start looking around, but we’re sticking together. They couldn’t have gone far.”

“Yeah, but what about Claire? She's still out there.”

I don't think Claire's the one getting raped here but then again maybe I just have my priorities a little skewed.

Leon nodded, “For now we should hurry, Rachel is out cold at the moment, but she’s the least of our problems.” Leon studied Mark’s expression again as he sighed. “We’ll find Claire, and we’ll snap her out of it.”

"...Yeah, I got it. I just hope she's fine, where ever she is." Mark said sternly. "But I can't let my feelings get in the way now."

I repeat: They know someone is in danger of being raped and that she has a high chance of being at the same location of her possible rapist's location so why are they all dicking around?

"Yeah, and I hope she doesn't open a can of whip ass on everyone again. Woman's got power, and a lot of it. She kicked your ass Mark, and you’re my blood."

"Thanks Dave! I needed the reminder!"

“Alright, we may have seen that but it doesn’t mean that Claire was aware of what she was doing. She was being controlled.”

This assholes just cannot keep focused for the life of them. They know about a planned rape that could be in action at this moment for all they know and they're distracted by the less concerning manipulated Claire Redfield.

"Like a puppet? I knew that sister of Karla was bad news. She was undressing me with her eyes. I think I hurt her feelings when I called her a bratz doll."

“It’s basically Karla actually, just her evil twin.” Leon added.

"That's beside the point!" Mark yelled at his younger sibling while ignoring Leon’s comment.

Leon sighed, “Look, let’s just find Karla before that prick does anything to her.”


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Claire looked horrified.

And she had every reason to be too.

Oh? Was she reading the ending of the last chapter? I figure that's license to be horrified as well considering it was so poorly written and doesn't properly portray rape and its effects on a woman.

Standing before her was Zachary Smith; yes the same one that died in Kijuju some months back. She and K were standing beside the founder of Mercury, Craig Knight.

NO! NO! I HAD TO SIT THROUGH OVER TWENTY CHAPTERS OF EVERYONE PISSING AND MOANING ABOUT THAT LITTLE ASSCLOWN'S DEATH BACK IN RUSSIAN TERRITORIES! I HAD TO KEEP LISTENING TO IT! OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN LIKE A GODDAMN BROKEN RECORD! OR LIKE THAT STUPID, FUCKING FAIRY IN LEGEND OF ZELDA! BUT INSTEAD OF FUCKING GOING ON WITH "HEY! LISTEN!" I JUST HEARD MORE PISSING AND MOANING AND WHINING AND CRYING AND "OH BOO HOO HOO LIFE IS JUST SOOOOOO UNFAIR!" FUCK THIS! FUCK MY LIFE! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!

“Zachary…you did erase his memory correct?” K spoke and Claire had to get use to the idea that she took on Excella’s appearance.

*through gritted teeth, eyes clenched shut* That last part of the description served no fucking purpose at all!

“Yes. He follows orders just like a typical BOW.” Craig answered in awe as the clone looked over at him.

B.O.W.S. DO NOT FOLLOW ORDERS. THEY ARE WILD, UNTAMABLE BUT FOR NEMESIS THUS FAR IN THE SERIES. THEY ARE VOLATILE, VIOLENT AND DEADLY. THEY WRECK HAVOC AND KILL. THEY DO NO ACT LIKE GOOD LITTLE SOLDIERS FOR YOUR SAKES JUST BECAUSE IT'S CONVENIENT TO YOU.

Claire was beyond disgusted, she hated the fact that they made a clone of her deceased friend. And not to mention that if Karla ever found out about this, it would be devastating to her, mentally and emotionally.


K looked over and noticed that the younger Redfield went rigid; she smirked and looked over at Bethany Smith who was near tears. “So, he is complete then.”

“Oh yes, it’s a shame that my boy had to die by Wesker’s hands…


though I’m sure he will be able to kill him.” Craig answered.

“Excuse me.” Bethany said before walking out of the room already in tears.

K smiled smugly before pushing her hair to the side, “How will he stand against Project K? His little sister.”

Craig glared over at the female imposter before sparing a glance at Claire, “Don’t even think about it; I’ve already sent Demitri and Rachel to get her.”

“Let’s not forget Mr. Knight; she has company. And they do not die so easily.” K said as Claire’s look on her intensified.

“Well if they both want to live then they better have killed them…who are they anyway?”

It's amazing how I can go from pure rage at a dues ex machina pulled straight out the author's ass fresh and smelling to high hell to nearly falling asleep in my chair with how dull everything is.

K scoffed, “An agent with the US, Leon Kennedy, a law enforcement official, Mark Conway, and last a lonely mechanic David Conway the brother.”

Claire’s heart sank at the mention of Mark, she longed to be with him, and she wanted him close. But she knew full well that he wasn’t going to be safe if they were caught together…no, she had to stay away.

This so isn't the Claire I know. Claire fights back with all she has and then some more. She wouldn't just give up like this without a struggle of some sort to save her friends at least.

“Kennedy is familiar, the other two…I have my doubts.”

“They shouldn’t be underestimated.” As soon as those words left her mouth Claire resented herself for speaking them.


Craig Knight and K looked at her with question and some annoyance, “Did you say something Miss?” he asked her as Claire had shifted her gaze and made eye contact Zachary’s clone.

In that moment she saw a tiny hint of remembrance in his eyes; that was when Claire saw his mouth open to speak. “C…laire.”


Craig and K’s gazes then shifted to the clone as he continued to stare at the younger Redfield. As soon as he spoke her name Claire’s heart instantly sank down inside her chest as she closed her eyes to prevent the tears from coming down.


‘Oh Zachary, what did they do to you? Why couldn’t they let you rest in peace?’ s


he thought to herself as K ushered her out of the room leaving Craig to escort Zachary out into another room all the while the clone looked after Claire.

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His hands trailed down your sides slowly and tauntingly, if he had been your lover it would’ve been a whole different story.


No instead this man, Demitri Frost was a border line crazy patient who should be locked up in an insane asylum but instead was given a job at a top corporation.

Gabby15cancer clearly has no inkling as to the definition of "borderline." Since she's using the adjective of the word that's the definition I will display below;

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bor-der-line
adj
1. at category's edge: not clearly belong to one or other of two categories
- Borderline applicants will be reconsidered.

2. PSYCHOLOGY psychologically unstable: describes a psychological condition characterized by emotional instability and marked by self-destructive, manipulative, and erratic behavior
- a borderline schizophrenic

3. MEDICINE almost developed: describes a medical condition that a patient is likely to develop unless preventative steps are taken
- borderline hypertension

Now, the most commonly used definition for the adjective of "borderline" is the first - meaning it's not one of two categories. If we apply this definition then Gabby is saying that Demitri is [i]not crazy (or at least not quite) and yet contradicts this claim by stating he needs to be in an asylum anyhow. The next definition, the psychological, one would be the most likely she would be using however this would make the statement have not just a redundancy but two of them. You're already saying he's crazy, pointing out that he should be in an asylum is over-the-top and beating the reader over the head with the idea. The third definition would only mean that Demitri would be crazy if he didn't take any preventative measures to stop it.

And yes, I am being nitpicky about this. No, I don't give a damn anymore. I'm cutting this author no slack anymore, she doesn't deserve it.

He wanted you, and with your powers constricted by the serum he injected in you, you knew that your mind will never recover the torment of this.

"Constricted?" Constriction means to narrow or limit something, it wouldn't mean the absolute depletion or suppression of anything.

His lips planted soft kisses on your neck and collarbone as you restrained yourself from shedding tears, even though you weren’t on the verge of crying your were dangerously on the verge of killing him.

Yeah, ah-huh. "On the verge of killing him", right. Whatever ya gotta tell yourself to sleep at night.

“Karla relax, it’ll all be over soon…” he whispered as he forced your hands off the clothing that he had torn off of you. And so you were exposed to him, chest and everything and this made you sick to your stomach.

“Demitri…” your voice came out in a harsh tone.

“Shh…” his hands went down towards your shorts as you squirmed beneath him.

You know, I hate to sound like I'm condoning this but maybe if the moron didn't dress quote-on-quote "like Laura Croft"... *immediately is on the receiving end of every object in reach thrown at her from the reading audience*

“I will make you pay for this.” You let out.

“Sure you will, if you didn’t kill me those chances that you had then you certainly can’t kill me now. Which brings on this next question…why aren’t you screaming for help?”

“Because I’ll attract the rest of the BOWs.” You stated simply.

Normally that'd be a valid point but with Karla-Sue, who enjoyed stringing along Leon and Chris, it's probably more that she just wants an excuse to get laid.... ... ... I know! I know! I'm a fucking pig, and an insensitive, cold-hearted bitch! I get it, okay?

Demitri smirked while pulling your shorts down, “Oh well, you’d rather be violated by me then ripped apart by-”

He was suddenly tackled to the ground and you looked to see that David was on top of him beating him senseless, hands grabbed you from under your arms as you were hoisted into someone’s arms. Looking up you see Leon staring down at you, with sad eyes and a small smile.

*Thumbing through a magazine**states dryly* If anyone is legitimately surprised by the fact that Karla-Sue didn't get raped then you haven't been paying enough attention. *unfolds centerpiece* Well, hello~....

“He didn’t…do anything did he?” he asked quietly preparing himself for the answer.

You shook your head, “No, he was about to though.”

You were then given to Mark as Leon went over and…helped in the beating.


“What are they doing?”

“Beating the horny dick to a bloody pulp.” Mark answered.

That is a line better coming from Slimy-Git than Cardboard there. Just another instance in which we're shown that Gabby can't be assed to keep her own fanon characters in-character. *tosses magazine aside before rifling for a new one* But really, this isn't surprising. She just doesn't give a fat-flying fuck so long as she gets her praise.

“I can see that but we have to get out of here.”

"In a matter of speaking; it won't take them long. Ugh, then again we'll be here all day.” Mark sighed.
“Well…Leon! David!” you called to them.

“You two…have nothing...on me.” Demitri gasped out with a smirk as blood was dripping out of his nose and mouth.

"Besides our hair and flawless skin? But I think I look better."

"Flawless skin?"

“I’m gonna kill you.” Leon said while taking out his knife and digging it into Demitri’s torso.

*quirks an eyebrow, glances up from the pages of her magazine* I see Leon's psychopathic alter-ego has fully taken control now. We'll call him Peon.

Demitri laughed from the pain as expected, “If you think I’ll die by a knife then you may be right…

I... What? Most things die via knife, I didn't know you would only possibly be an exception. Silly me.

but that won’t stop us from completing our goal.”

"The hell are you talking about Frost? Did your brain hit the inside of your skull to hard that you keep talking gibberish?"

“Enough talking, your words don’t matter to me.” Leon spoke before standing up while pulling the knife out.

Peon is so getting off on brutalizing this guy. And if Karla-Sue had her way she'd be the one slicing and dicing him, too, making her just as bad as this clone of Leon.

“Mark, we have to get out of here before they do something else.” You told him as Mark nodded and shifted your weight in his arms as you tried to cover your chest.

"Leon that's enough let him go. We need to get the hell out here. Today. We don't have much time till something big happens." Mark said while raising his voice slightly.

How they have any inkling that anything 'big' is going to happen is beyond me. We've received no real evidence that they know what's going to happen if the dawdle or don't stop.... whoever-the-fuck-is-doing-anything-at-this-point.

Leon shook his head, “Not until he’s dead.”

“David! Tell him something!” You pleaded.

Funny, you were going on just a few minutes ago about how you were "dangerously on the verge of killing [Demitri]", what ever happened to that? Oh, that's right, now that the big, strong men are around you must act and play as the proper damsel so as to garner more attention and praise.

"Nah, I don't really feel like it. He tried to get to you; I said he's dead...Which is happening now. Sorry, it's going to happen."


“Oh this is just sad.” You remarked when suddenly shrieks everywhere could be heard, no doubt that it was the rest of the BOWs here waiting to have their meal.

"Quick we have to get out! Already had a tough time with these ugly bastards!" Mark shouted once more at the two men.

What ugly bastards, per say? I don't recall them ever really interacting with any of the B.O.W.s around here. We've had mention of a zombie and a Licker at one point and that's about it. For a Resident Evil fic we've been surprisingly sparse on the mutated freaks in this segment of the "K series".

Leon snapped his head back to look at you as you pleaded with your eyes, reluctantly he and David followed after Mark as he ran with you in his arms.

Alright, I'm going to take a leaf out of Sir Iscariot's book:

Demitri sat up with a large grin across his features, “Run Karla run!” he laughed insanely once more before the laughs were cut off by his gargling.

You know, Gabby's attempts to make a truly insane character, even basing him off of the Joker, is really quite sad and pathetic. Instead all we get is another two dimensional character who's fate no one cares about because there was nothing to like or dislike about him. He was just there for more drama purposes and it was obvious. He had no real role, did not do anything remotely important for the plot and thus he had no importance at all within this story.

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It was already dark when you four ran out into the cold Arabian night, you ran into an abandoned home and Mark set you down on your feet.

Oh, lovely, the little brat gets to be carried all the way there. Presumably 'bridal style', too, because Suethors just love that shit for some reason.

“Thanks Mark.” You said genuinely.

He smiled, "No problem. You were pretty easy to carry anyways."

God forbid she actually weigh anything despite having huge knockers.

You looked over at David and Leon and realized that the both of them looked angry still; you sighed and walked over to them with your torn clothes covering your bare chest.

For someone who's gotten nearly raped she's handling this a little too well. It's more unrealistic responses to horrific things happening.

“Leon,” he looked at you. “Hand over the button up.” You said with a sweet innocent smile as he rolled his eyes but then complied.

“I was gonna offer it to you anyway.” He mumbled as soon as he was done he gave it to you as you looked over at David.

“Take off your wife beater; don’t bother telling me you don’t have one under your t-shirt.”


"You know me, I'm always wearing one. You just want to see my body."

You smiled innocently, “Hardly.”

"Ugh, always having the last word...tell me what's wrong with what you have?" David asked with an annoyed tone as he was beginning to take his shirt off.

Seriously, just once - one, just once, uno, singular - I would enjoy seeing a realistic reaction from any of these assholes.

“I can still tie my bra but I want to wear something underneath the button up…at least until we go somewhere and get clothes.” You say while holding out your hand. “Hand it over.”

This is really quite telling to Karla-Sue's mentality. She's not satisfied getting just a shirt to cover up with from the man she's supposed to love more than any other, oh no. No, she has to demand Slimy-Git's shit as well just because she wants even more clothes. I can understand wanting to cover yourself up after a situation like that but not only is she being carefree and laidback after the facts she's going about and demanding the clothes off of the men's backs. She's not happy with just one little thing, no, she has to make them all cater to her wishes. I'm surprised she's not demanding Cardboard's pants on top of it all.

"If I heard you the first time, I can still here you the second time.” He grumbled but he complied as well before making a big fuss and removing it, and instead of handing it to you he threw it in your face.

“Bitch.” You mumbled.

"And it never gets old."

"Okay, Dave...Karla.” Mark warned.

“It’s a good thing I decided to wear a white t-shirt underneath.” Leon commented just as David was placing on his shirt once more.

"Don't start Kennedy; you know no one likes a show off yellow head."

“Whatever.”

“Ok all of you turn and face the wall, no peaking either.” You said as they turned around to face the wall.

You know what, here's an idea, why don't YOU actually go out of YOUR way to do something and go find your own batch of privacy to change behind, you selfish skank.

Hastily you placed on the bra while tying the back and watching them at the same time, “I saw you David.”

"I though I saw a cat… didn't see anything...much." David said proudly.

Leon nudged him as he did the same but more rougher.

I have no idea what that last sentence is trying to tell me. I can't really say I'm too broken up about that though.

"Children enough. Try not to kill yourselves." Mark elbowed David. "Shut up Dave!"

David elbowed back, "Don't hit me! Leon started it!"

“Who’s acting like a child now?” Leon retorted.

Why is no one treating this nearly-been-raped thing as it needs to be treated?

You then placed on the wife beater and the button up shirt and finally you fixed your shorts. “Ok.”

They turned back around and you then sat down on the floor not caring about the dust or dirt that covered it. “What are we gonna do? No leads here, might as well head somewhere else right? But where?”

And just like that the rape is completely forgotten about. You know what this means? That that entire thing was just for drama purposes. And I would rage about that except I've seemed to be the only one who's read this and actually gives a fat flying fuck so why should I now? Oh, sure, you'd all love that wouldn't you? Dance, monkey! Dance! Well, fuck you. Because I'm tired of being the only one who cares anymore! *leafs through another magazine, looking haughty*

“Rockfort.” Leon said simply as you and the brothers looked at him. “Rachel told me that one group was being held on Rockfort Island and the other…well we don’t know where they are.”

“Rockfort, the same island Claire was on for the Veronica incident right?” you asked.

Leon nodded as Mark looked at him questioningly. “Down near Antarctica, it shouldn’t be too hard getting there and then we can find out where the others are.”

If it's down near Antarctica why wasn't it cold and snowy there? Yes, I know, continuity within the game series is spotty and we don't know how far Rockfort is from Antarctica and how long Steve managed to pilot the plane as Claire took care of the Tyrant before it crashed. These factor in to say that Rockfort possibly isn't very near to Antarctica but within a reachable distance.

"Sounds like a ball buster. And a big mess to get out of…" Mark then turned back to you. “And K?”

“If we run into K and the others then we’re just gonna have to stop them.”

"Even if that means hurting Redfield?" Mark tried hard not to show his true emotions for her. "She'll get hurt, or worse."

“No one said anything about killing Claire, we’re not gonna do that to your future wife.” You remarked sarcastically.


"Thanks, sort of. Makes me feel better in a way. I can't wait to kick ass again." Mark replied.

“Then to Rockfort we go and I’ll contact Australia since they’re closer, we can stop by there.”

Leon frowned, “And what about Saudi Arabia? What are we gonna do about the division that was destroyed here by Mercury?”

You sighed and looked away, “I don’t know. I don’t want to get the other divisions involved because then that will mean they’ll be destroyed too.

What amazing faith and confidence you have in your own paramilitary subordinates. Really makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I know Mercury wants to destroy us; division by division we’re gonna have to warn the others and tell them to be on high alert, there’s nothing we can do here.”

"I'm with Jugs… can't believe I agreed with her on something for once."

“Stop sucking up Conway.” Leon remarked while rolling his eyes.

“Someone's a hater.”

“Shut up.”

“After you, goldy locks.”


You looked on as the two fought verbally, they were similar in ways besides the looks and in a way…it was a turn on. But Chris’s face suddenly entered your mind as you sighed; you missed him terribly and you hoped he was alright. You looked up at Mark who was also surveying the fight between Leon and David; you could tell he was worried about Claire. That was the one of things you two had in common; calmness and the yearning to find your Redfields. Although for you, you knew that your long list of men would never end and that you didn’t deserve a man like Chris.


“Ya know,” you spoke out to Mark as he nodded at you. “I don't know why men are attracted to me; I'm sarcastic, hormonal, and trigger happy. I guess men love a dangerous woman.” You finished as he nodded again.

No. No. Just no. I shouldn't have to explain that and why it's a bunch of frog shit.

"You can say that again. I can see why so much are like a magnet to you. Must be a blessing and a curse." He remarked as you smirked up at him.

"You two shut up. Thanks Karla for tossing away my last pack of cigarettes, now I have nothing to do but listen to all of you ramble." David sighed.

“Its worth it isn’t it? I just saved you a couple of years to live.”

For people who need to be off to stop horrible crimes against nature and their enemies who would do such things gleefully they sure are taking their sweet ass time dicking around.

"Leon stop staring at me like I committed a crime." David chuckled and stuck his middle finger at the agent. "Take it, blondie."

“I’m not gonna dignify that with a response Conway.” Leon responded.

"Enough...we're lucky we made it out alive. We have better things to worry about now, especially if we're planning on making it out till sunrise. It's going to be hot." Mark eyed his eyes at David, then Leon and then back to you.

"Pfft, whatever. I already have sunburn on my arms. What more can the heat do?"

"Least you had a tan."

"Don't toy with me Mark, I wanted a tan. Instead I got burnt! This fucking sucks ass. How did I get from fixing vehicles to fighting BOW's in the desert?...but at least this beats my job anyway.” David yawned as he purposely hit the back of Leon's head.


"So what I heard you assholes say is we're going to Rockfort?"

Leon had to resist the urge to sock the man unconscious, “If that’s what you heard why bother asking again? Dumbass…”

"You know, your blabbering is making me really sleepy...Karla, sorry to sound like a perv...but your cleavage is staring right at me."


Mark sighed and tried to ignore his younger brother's comment…but to no avail.

You then consciously covered your chest by pulling the shirt together, “Dumbass pervert.” You mumbled.

“Asshole…no respect for a woman.” Leon grumbled while going to one corner and sitting down before leaning his head against the wall still grumbling to himself. You smiled at his behavior; it was cute in a way.

I would ask why any of this is necessary but then I'd have to stop and question why this whole damn fic was necessary.

"Oh, I said that out loud? Sorry I didn't take my pills with me. Just, ignore me. I'm going to sleep you assholes. Wake me up in the middle of the night and I'm hauling ass." David said as he sat against the wall. "I need my beauty sleep."

“What beauty exactly?”

"...You know you love me..."

“Love is such a strong word…hate is more better suited for my feelings towards you.” You replied while getting up and walking over to the couch that was there, dusting it with your hand you then laid out on it before turning around and having your back to the men.

"Hate you more..."David said before leaning his head against the wall behind him. “Anyways try not to wake me up, losers. That goes for you Kennedy."

“Don’t count on it dick…” Leon replied sleepily before drifting off.

"Bite my ass, blondie." His last words before he drifted away, Mark shrugged and chose a spot near the entrance. His gun ready at his side he too rested before eventually falling asleep to the sounds of the wind outside and the soft snores of his comrades.

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“I don't know why men are attracted to me; I'm sarcastic, hormonal, and trigger happy. I guess men love a dangerous woman.”

Is she fucking kidding me?? She's better at whining than being dangerous..

You know how to make a girls shitty day better. I am dying at your points. I read this story three years ago and thought it sucks balls, but your commentary at least, At Least, makes it bearable. I am laughing so hard, I almost peed.

EVU- wrote:

ADreamingEmi wrote:

You know how to make a girls shitty day better. I am dying at your points. I read this story three years ago and thought it sucks balls, but your commentary at least, At Least, makes it bearable. I am laughing so hard, I almost peed.

Oh, God! I'm not the only one who's read it here! Thank God! I thought I was alone for awhile!

I read it when it was still on quizilla. Please tell me she did not actually continue this monstrosity? Not trying to sound mean, but seriously I really can't think of any other word for it.

EVU- wrote:

ADreamingEmi wrote:

EVU- wrote:

ADreamingEmi wrote:

You know how to make a girls shitty day better. I am dying at your points. I read this story three years ago and thought it sucks balls, but your commentary at least, At Least, makes it bearable. I am laughing so hard, I almost peed.

Oh, God! I'm not the only one who's read it here! Thank God! I thought I was alone for awhile!

I read it when it was still on quizilla. Please tell me she did not actually continue this monstrosity? Not trying to sound mean, but seriously I really can't think of any other word for it.

It's... actually still on Quizilla.... She hasn't gotten further with it than the four chapters of Oblivion that she got out years ago (Thank God). Though she is still writing and it's not much better than what she's written for this.

I'm actually working on the next chapter right now and I hope I'll have it up in a few hours time, too. One step closer to being finished with this horrid nightmare!

I salute and honor your bravery.

EVU- wrote:

ADreamingEmi wrote:

I salute and honor your bravery.

It's more like blatant stupidity and stubbornness at this point.

Well, at least your brain cells haven't rotted yet. You should bust her balls about it. This has inspired me to do a shitty mary-Sue myself, I think that is what I am going to do, like put together a bullshit story and pass it off as great. I think it would be hilarious.