Aqua-Zephyrus

Chapter III: Haunting Ground "Dude. Look up." With a yawn and a soft groan, Danny glanced up from his position at his desk and blinked. Tucker was pointing out the classroom window, where a lot of the other kids were looking as well. Two people were exiting a black sports-utility-vehicle; one an African-American and the other a female Caucasian. From what they could all tell, they were professional, serious, and definitely bent on coming into the school to ask some questions. He felt his stomach plummet several stories and turned around to Sam. "What's going on?" She shrugged, stealing a glance at the clock. "I don't know. But I hope they

2. Use What You Know "He didn't go easy on them, whoever this was," Reid mused quietly, gazing at the picture and taking a quick glance at another one. Already high in the air and flying over Ohio into Michigan, the team had been focusing on the scene of the crime for about a good hour or so, give or take some time. "The male was shot in the head, slumped over in the female's pool of blood." He frowned, glancing over the picture and tilting his head. "She must have been stabbed numerous times to lose that much." Agent David Rossi pursed his lips, sitting on the armrest of one of the chairs, thinking and picking up a picture for himself to g

"I have never yet heard of a murderer who was not afraid of a ghost." -John Philpot Curran - - - 1. Prologue Amity Park, Minnesota. Detective Josh Brandt had seen very little in his days with the Amity Park Police Department in terms of murder. Theft, vandalism, obstructions of justice? He dealt with those on an almost-daily basis. Murders were completely different, leaving the entire city reeling in shock for days at a time. Everyone knew everybody, and there was only so much you could really do without someone hearing about it, then spreading the rumor like a wildfire. Simple as that. People had grudges, sure. That was to be expected.

Once upon a time… …that fairy tale cliché could save one thousand stories. It would also lay claim to one of the most frightening set of stories the world had ever seen. To a set of infamous police officers who thought it was their duty to protect mankind from any and all evils in the world. To an irritated police chief, his secret boyfriend, and that stash of "herb" hidden in his desk drawer. In the end, that's all they are. A bunch of little children that Captain Albert Wesker is forced to train and watch over every day of the week. There's no such thing as Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays. Naptime is required. And Jill Valenti

Another attempt at Wesker/Chris in the RE universe. This time with STARS Wesker and STARS Chris in the days before the mansion incident. He might not seem to have a lot of emotion, but be warned… I'm not an average Wesker/Chris writer. "… …you lied." "I didn't lie! I swear!" Albert Wesker didn't move from the desk, carefully keeping his gaze blank behind those sunglasses and observing the squirming Chris Redfield in front of him. Clearly at some sort of stalemate, the captain's eyes flickered only just in the direction of the marksman, while the latter bit his lip to keep from letting out another emotional outburst in front