FFC || Prompt 01

03/19/2020

《...Fanfiction Club Prompt 01...》

PROMPT 01:

"As the sun sets, they pulled you aside to tell you something important. What they told you wasn't what you were expecting."

° I chose to write a scene where Jake Muller meets Carla Radames and she tells him something he was unaware of. It is from RE6, Jake's campaign and that's the first thing that popped in my head. I thought about writing this with Albert Wesker or Chris Redfield, but I decided to stick with Jake for now. I also added a fun little escape scene.

° WARNINGS: Contains harsh language and death. Please do not read if this makes you uncomfortable. Thank you. °

° Happy reading~! °

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The cold from the cave chilled the mercenary, made goosebumps skim over his skin, but he was used to it. Endonia's climate could be much worse and if he had to be honest, it was warmer in there than outside. He and the chick he had met a day prior had just finished piercing a giant B.O.W.'s chest with the drill they had used to finally take it down. It had been after him for the past day and he probably wouldn't even know about it if it hadn't been for Sherry. The two unlikely partners took one last look at their downed adversary, neither wanting to wait and see if it was really dead. Jake had enough of that giant prick coming after them and he was glad that they had been able to teach it a lesson.

"We did it. We beat him," the blonde agent spoke up as she crawled off the machine.

Jake hopped off and added, "Yeah. Now let's get the hell outta here."

"Okay," she responded and she began to make her way up the small slope within the cave.

Jake's blue orbs slid from her retreating form to the massive, unconscious behemoth that had been hunting him. His brows furrowed as a bad feeling filled his gut, but he decided to ignore his instincts for once. Blinking, he turned from Ustanak and followed his new companion. She had stopped for him to get caught up with her. Once he stopped beside her, she turned from him and began to jog towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Jake's gaze focused on the torn fabric in the back of her shirt and coat and the memories of her healing after the chopper crashed and their little talk filled his mind. He pushed those thoughts aside as he asked, "That the exit?"

She glanced behind him to nod, "Yeah. I can get in with my superiors and we can get you to the labs to get the vaccine made."

"Great," the redhead muttered under his breath as he followed her to the end of the tunnel.

The two shielded their eyes from the sudden bright light and once their vision cleared, the scenery refocused. Past the heaps of snow covered trees and mountains was the small town they had been trying to get to. It was gonna be a long way, but it would be worth it in the end. Jake was gonna get his money one way or another and he didn't mind having to haul ass to the town. Sherry aimed a finger at the small civilization and stated the obvious, "There's the rendezvous point."

The male looked at her and smirked a bit, "'Bout damn time."

A bullet flew past her cheek and Jake gripped her shoulder to pull her down into a crouched position beside him. At the same time, they both pulled out their handguns and began to fire rounds at the Ja'vo that had poured up from the trail ahead of them. It seemed the more they killed, the more the bastards ran up to shoot at them. Some hit behind trees and ducked behind large stones to avoid being hit and Jake growled a bit in frustration. These assholes were getting in the way of him getting his money and damn, was it annoying. He had been so focused on killing them he hadn't noticed the large silhouette slowly stomping up behind them. Sherry had spun around to see what had come up behind them and was backhanded by Ustanak's mechanical arm, the three drills were still coated with a mixture of dirt and blood.

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Jake's brows lifted and he let out a silent gasp of shock when he turned to see what had sent her flying across the clearing. It was like a scene from a movie. Her body spun mid air and everything seemed to move in slow motion as the man started to run towards her. Before he could even take a step, Ustanak slammed its mechanical arm down across the mercenary's chest and he let out a pained noise as he dropped face down into the snow.

He ignored the hunter's victorious roar and his cold, blue orbs looked from the lump of snow in front of him to Sherry's unmoving body. "C'mon, Supergirl..." He whispered and he shut his eyes for a few seconds.

He held his breath for a moment as he tried to push himself up, ignored the sore pain that had came from the harsh blow. His actions were stopped short as the creature slammed its foot onto his back and Jake let out a grunt of pain. The male grit his teeth together as he sent a glare towards the fucker who stood on top of him. Just as he lay his head back down, a pair of black, heeled boots came into his view and he strained himself to look up at the newcomer. He let out a tsk and instantly recognized her, even as the rest of the Ja'vo came to a stop behind her. It was the woman who had given him and the merc group he had been a part of those energy boosters from before. The rest of the mercenaries had mutated into the 'roided out freaks he and Sherry had been killing.

The woman had short, black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin. She had some makeup on-- just some powder, red lipstick, and a purple eyeshadow. Her attire consisted of a long sleeved, dark blue, v-neck dress, which ended above her knees, a pair of black, leather boots, and red scarf looped semi-tightly around her neck.

"You know..." He began as she knelt down in front of him. "Those shots of yours pack one helluva punch, lady," Jake grunted out, a bit breathless from the pressure on his stomach and chest.

She tilted her head the side as she gazed down at him, "So, you must be Wesker Junior."

"Wesker?" He asked, his brow creased a bit with confusion. "Sorry, ya lost me. I've never heard of 'im." He used both his hands to make a shrugged motion. Both palms were face up and then lazily slapped back down into the snow.

"Albert Wesker was a colossal imbacile who tried to destroy the world for his own selfish gain." She paused a moment and her cold, dark orbs looked down at him and she added, "He was also your father."

What...did she just say?

The world had stopped for the young merc, his eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly agape.

"What-?"

"This," she pointed a finger at him and continued coolly, "Makes you the heir to a very, special blood type."

Their eyes locked together and Jake had a sinking feeling in his gut and the frustration from the shit he had to go through rushed to the forefront of his mind. He watched as the woman stood and waved a hand towards the B.O.W. holding him in place. Slowly, Jake forced himself to partially look up at the hunter, his teeth bared and his eyes focused on it's ugly face, glared daggers at it. The last thing he saw was the massive, metallic boot being slammed down onto his face and the world went black.

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Crystal blue orbs had snapped open and the male laying on the bed sharply inhaled. He had to lift one of his hands to shield the sudden bright light that shown down on his form. As he sat up, he blinked and an annoyed huff came from his slightly agape mouth. His body hurt and he had a migraine from hell, but at least he was alive. A hand lifted to rub against his temple and his eyes shut for a few minutes as he sat up from the white bed he was in. Jake had to blink quite a few times before his eyes got used to the brightness of the white that was his room. He stood up, took a few steps away from the bed and took in the four walls that was his room; his prison.

"They could really use a interior designer 'cause this place is way too fuckin' white..." He muttered under his breath.

His head throbbed in pain again before a sudden realization hit him.

Where was Sherry?

She wasn't in the same room with him and for some reason, it made an old feeling resurface within his mind.

Panic.

His heart began to beat quickly within his chest as he looked for any possible exits. Jake knew she could take care of herself, but a little voice in the back of his mind kept telling him that their kidnappers had experimented on her and made her into one of those things they'd faught. That they may have killed her. The image of Sherry being backhanded by Ustanak and lay unconscious on the snow covered ground kept repeating in his head. It made him want to find her more and make sure that she was alright.

He had his back turned to a wall when a hidden door had opened and he spun around to see the some shitheads in those damned masks come inside. One had a pair of handcuffs and they all approached him with caution. Jake balled his hands into fists and his eyes narrowed as they closed in on him.

"Hey, where is.." Jake had taken a few steps towards them and hadn't noticed that one of the goons pulled out a small gun and had shot him. He blinked and lifted his head to touch the area where that began to sting on the left side of his neck. He pulled out a little, silver dart and the world began to spin and he whispered, "She...?" Jake fell to the white, tiled flooring with a thump and his eyes slowly shut as the drug quickly began to take full effect on his body. The last thing he saw before he blacked out were pairs of shiny, black dress shoes and the ends of white and grey dress pants.

When Jake awoke, he found himself being dragged down a hallway. He let out a long, low groan before he lifted his head up a little. That action alone still made his vision spin and he felt like he was gonna hurl. Another groan came from him and the slurred voices filled his ears. They were speaking Chinese and it seemed like they had taken noticed that he'd awoken while they were taking him somewhere. Jake shook his head, blinked, and looked up again to see just what hallway they were dragging him down. It had white walls, carpeted flooring, and against the walls were wardrobes of some sort. They ed a lot of doorways as well and then he was being dragged down a short flight of stairs. The new hallway was white with white tiled flooring and they had large open spaces cut into them. To his left was another set of stairs and a security camera looking around.

As he had began to let his head lay back forward, he spotted that bitch in the blue dress. He had to do a double take just to make sure it was her and he couldn't mistake that hair cut, slender figure, and fuckin' smirk anywhere. She wore a dark red dress with a v-line cut down the chest, black heels and a black overcoat. His brows furrowed and his lips lifted in a snarl. Jake saw red and his body went into autopilot. Depsite the drug still being in his system, something seemed to make his body become more awake and his mind a little clearer. He roughly pulled his arms out from his captors' hands and when they both turned to look at him in shock, he attacked. He had one killed after he'd gripped it's head in both hands and he snapped the neck with a sickening crack. When he turned to the other, he had barely dodged the attack the goon had thrown at him; a silver baton. Jake grabbed the man's hand, twisted it, and yanked the baton from the screaming enemy. He split it in two and jabbed one pointed end into the goon's chest and the other in it's head.

Jake turned away from the dead bodies and sneaked towards the area that he'd last seen the bitch. She was still there, looking through her phone. No alarms were going off, so maybe she really didn't give a shit if subjects escaped. Jake forced himself to wait a few seconds in his position, his body itched to beat more shit up, but he had to get something off his chest. He jumped her as she walked past the doorway he had hid beside and the woman was caught off guard by his sudden appearance. Before she could do anything, he had her back slammed against the wall and his hands were gripped fiercely around her throat.

"Where is she?" His growl was animalistic; cold and dark and angry.

The woman simply smiled up up at him in a fascinated cruel way and forced out, "I don't know who you are talking about--" His grip tightened and caused her to choke a bit.

"The fuck you don't. The girl I was with. Where is she?"

She was silent, her dark brown orbs danced over his face and she forced a breathy chuckle, "You are just like your father, the way you look right now. He would get the same expression."

Jake's expression had darkened before she even spoke and he was getting more and more impatient. "Yeah you said somethin' about my supposed father back in Endonia. You don't know shit, lady."

She only smirked as her eyes glanced over his shoulder for a split second and she stated in a rather smug tone, "We'll see."

Immediately after she spoke, Jake's middle was roughly grabbed by a large hand and he was thrown backwards across the room. He let out a cry as his entire right side hit against one of the walls and he fell to the tiled flooring with a grunt. The redhead struggled a bit to push himself up and when he finally did, a large boot was slammed down onto his chest. Jake grit his teeth as he looked up at the all too familiar, ugly ass face of Ustanak and he glared up at him.

"Awe, great. It's you. Y'know, I was really startin' to miss ya, you ugly motherfucker. Yer lucky that the drug they used on me is still workin' 'cause I'd have beaten yer ass..." He gasped out the last bit and the creature's response was to add more presser onto his body. The pain caused Jake to force out another sound of pain and his eyes began to water a little. He put his hands on the bottom of the large, metallic boot and attempted to push it off of him and the action seemed to make Ustanak delighted in some twisted way.

The bitch in red walked up to the two men and cooed while she placed a hand softly on the predator's large, muscled forearm, "Now now, boys, there's no need to fight. After all," her cold, dark colored orbs rested on Jake's, "You'll have plenty of time to do that later."

She walked towards the downed male and knelt down beside him. Her finger traced over his scar, throat, and collar bone, "As for that girl, I don't know where they took her. We got what we needed from her and I honestly couldn't care less what they do to her. They probably took her to another facility, sold her to someone on the black market, or possibly killed her. Who knows..."

As she spoke, Jake's eyes had widened and a look of horror flashed over his hardened expression. "What?!" He whispered and he spoke up a little more louder with defiance and anger in his voice, "Yer lying..!"

She simply rose a black brow and asked, "Am I?"

Her eyes twinkle with sheer delight when his eyes and voice filled with a hint of desperation, "You fuckin' bitch..! Yer fuckin' lying. She's not dead-! She's too fuckin' valuable to not be kept alive...!" He began to struggle against the heavy boot on his chest and growled at her, "She's still alive. I KNOW she's still alive and if you did anything to her, I swear to fuckin' Christ, I'm gonna make yer death slow and fuckin' painful-!"

Ustanak watched her as she stood and she as turned to leave, she waved her hand and commanded, "Take him back to his cell."

Jake eyed the massive behemoth as it lifted its foot and he face was harshly kicked twice before the world began to blur. He watched the woman's blurred figure wait for Ustanak to approach her, then a bunch of nicely dressed goons surrounded his body, and he saw the bitch's smirk widened as he was sucked back into the darkness of unconsciousness.

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