The Oldest Little Sister In Rapture
A scene from my fan fiction "Small Lady"
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The girl, if girl she was, sat with her knees pulled up and her head resting across her arms. Behind her an old record player scratched away. The music seemed to sooth the girl, who was starting absently across the room at a homemade doll. In the eyes of anyone else the doll would be grotesque and to some even frightening. Its head was an old baseball, the body bits of rope and random stuffing. One of the arms ended with a corkscrew, the other was just a knotted bit of rope. Tacks and nails studded the baseball, the heads of which had been dabbed with red paint. Patiently wound around each nail was a single piece of continuous wire, making the head look like an unraveling ball of string. The girl stared at it with adoration mixed with longing.
The girl herself was thin, with long brown hair tied into a high ponytail with a white ribbon. Her dress, which at one time might have been of dark blue but was now faded and dirty,
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Jasons eye darts directly towards Wesker, whose back is turned towards him. Jason crushes his fingers into a fist as he lifts himself slowly and stealthy up, so quietly that the chains dont even rattle.
Hunk holds his SMG at Wesker. His anger can be heard in the heavy breathing coming from his mask. You son of a bitch! You knew this would happen, this was probably a test run to see how strong Jason is!
Oh come now, youre just realizing this? Surely one of Alfreds great elite could have seen this coming, even Nicolai. Wesker grins, narrowing his eyesight towards Jasons twitching leg, then back at Hunk. Dont act like you care about them. Besides, youll be compensated for your loss. Excuse me one moment-- No you dont! Wesker turns, slamming his fist hard into Jasons mask, so hard a layer of water jumps off the back of his head. His body