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Requests/Drabbles: (RE3) Jill Valentine- Kiss Come True

It’s been nearly a month since Jill’s nose has grown unprecedentedly. Now, it’s longer than she can bear. It got to the point where she no longer had room in her Raccoon City apartment. So, out the window it went. It was easier that way instead of fighting to get into her kitchen or other places around her apartment. 

During that time, you wonder how Jill is doing, seeing as you haven't heard much from her. As you walk down the street, it becomes relatively easy to tell why Jill hasn't been responding to your phone calls or really anything you have sent to her.

It has only gotten worse since the day she walked out of the base's door. Her nose is long and stuck outside the window of her apartment. It takes me a moment to get up to her apartment door; the elevator ride is slow and filled with shitty music to fill the void.

I knock once, then knock a second time, but am interrupted by the yelling of Jill telling me, 'Doors unlocked. Just come in.' That should have been the first red flag, but it didn't have I turned the door knob. It does when I open the door to see Jill sitting at her desk with her face stuffed out the window. "Jill?" I ask her, "You'll have to come here to talk to me." Her voice could be more warm and gentle.

Instead, she sounds frustrated by a situation that has yet to be dealt with. I move quickly to her side to better look at her face. The shock must be written on my face because she nearly growls out with frustration.

"How long have you been like this?" I point to her position, sitting outside the window. "For almost a fucking month, Y/n." Jill shakes her head, causing her nose to bounce from one side to the other of the window frame.

"How about we try to disguise it while I figure out how to get it back to normal?" I suggest I hear her groan, but she nods gently. "I'll do anything to get my nose back to normal." Jill sounds exhausted, so I work quickly.

The first thing I try is a flag, searching her room for something flag-worthy. On her walls are posters of music bands, but the flag pride flag that hangs over her bed frame is what I chose.

Kicking off my shoes to get up on her bed, pulling the flag out from the grips of the thumbtacks. I grab some loose shoe laces to tie through the loops on each corner of the flag.

I go to lean out of the window frame but find that Jill's nose is already being used as a refuge for a mama bird and her baby birds. "Well." I say as I inch out of the window, "Well, what, Y/n?" Jill asks. "You've got umm, your nose is being used as a nest for a mama bird and her babies." The look on Jill's face shows crippling defeat. I sit and wait, get comfortable on the chair next to Jill. Moving her furniture around so I could get a better eye-to-eye conversation with her.

The silence is all-consuming, so I lick my lips. "Jill." She looks at me the best I can. "Yeah, Y/n." "I think I should probably apologize for not explaining the extent of that pill I gave you before the party," I say, chewing on my bottom lip. "No, don't… I probably should have waited for you to explain the shit anyways. So, it's my fault. Don't worry about it, okay." Jill says, taking the blame for the large extended nose that has a bird's nest on it.

"Even if you don't let me take the blame for your Pinocchio nose, I'll still stay until the pills effectively wear off, or we have to figure something else out." I tell her confidently, "Is that alright, Jill?" I ask her. She nods, almost as if she doesn't trust her own voice.

I get on my phone almost immediately. Texting a fellow from my university days. The chat takes little time for me to explain what's been going on and the world we live in. It doesn't take long for the fellow to come up with an answer.

My fingers tap in quick succession, getting Jills attention. "What are you doing over there?" She asks me, "Just some scientist friend of mine. Saying that the only way to cure this ailment of yours is a kiss." I continue to tap on my screen's keyboard. "A kiss?" Jill asks. Just as shocked as me,

"On your nose, that's what the guy said," I say, clicking my phone screen off before setting it down next to me. The science that hits after isn't uncomfortable. It just silence, "Wait… don't take that the wrong way. It's not that you aren't beautiful, Jill, just I wouldn't wanna make you feel uncomfortable." I ramble out. My cheeks are hot to the touch and red with blush.

"I wouldn't mind a kiss on the nose, I mean," Jill says, the littlest of blush hueing her cheeks and nose. I get up from the chair I'm sitting in, gathering myself. Before I manage to kiss Jill's nose, I step back.

"Are you sure of this?" I ask her one last time to ensure I'm staying within the bounds. Jill nods with a little bit of excitement. Reaching over, grabbing onto my wrist, and pulling me in closer to her side. "Go ahead, don't be shy." Jill murmurs. I lean down, pressing my lips into her nose. With my eyes closed, I hope and pray that this works.

Her nose shrinks in seconds, and I smile joyfully as Jill looks around her apartment. "God, this place is a mess." I laugh as she gets up, closing me in for a tight hug. "Thanks for the save."

Completed on: 11/03/23

Posted on: 11/12/23

RE3-

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Jill Valentine and Rebecca Chambers

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Cad Bane and Jil Jeig being a cute couple and enjoying some cuddles. I think it's perfectly logical to assume some space lizard people would enjoy some lazy lounge time together. <3 Jil Jeig is an OC created by @unmarked-credits for her FanFic "The Auxiliary". This was for the Valentine's 2023 Gift Exchange on the Duros Discord. ----------------------------------------------------------------- xInAmberCladx's Fanart Archive <-click

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I'm making my friends shitty valentines against their will ily Jil

WHY ARE YOU GUYS AFTER ME IM WHEEZING

THERED ANOTHER CARD WHERE IT JUST SAYS I AM EMMET HAHAHSHSKSKSKSKSKSKAANN

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Be Mine, Valentine

Valentine’s Day had always been one of Jil’s favourite holidays. A whole day dedicated to love, and to adoring the one you loved, to spoil and be spoiled. A day for romance, for expressing their love for one another in a myriad of ways, including physically.

It was their first Valentine’s Day together, and Jil was incredibly excited.

They’d had a conversation about it a few days previous. ‘I’m really looking forward to our first Valentine’s Day together,’ Jil had purred while they were deep in a post-coital snuggle session, wrapped warm and content in each other’s arms.

‘As am I, mylimasis. Beyond excited. I have a special surprise planned for you.’ With a small smile, Hannibal had leant in and pecked her lips lovingly before giving her a deeper passionate kiss.

Now the big night had finally arrived. Hannibal had sent her out on the pretence of getting more cinnamon. Of course she knew this to be a ruse straight away, there was no way her husband would have allowed himself to run out of a kitchen staple, much less a common one.

But she’d duly gone out and returned with the requested cinnamon, as well as some of his favourite wine.

‘Hannibal?’ The house was quiet, mostly dark but she could see dim lighting coming from their dining room. She followed the source of the light, curious.

The room had been transformed: filled with red and pink heart-shaped helium balloons that almost completely covered the ceiling. The only light came from the fireplace and the candles he’d set out on the table, which had been lovingly set for two amongst scattered rose petals. A bouquet of twelve blood red roses took centre stage, and there were two small gift-wrapped boxes at her place setting.

He was waiting for her at the end of the table, a bottle of pink Moët, her favourite, chilling on ice. Hannibal had dressed for the occasion in one of his tuxedos, a small smile playing about his lips. ‘What do you think, my darling?’

‘I think it’s absolutely wonderful. Perfect.’ Jil went over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a soft kiss. ‘I can’t believe you’ve gone to all this trouble just for me. You’ve spoiled me.’

Hannibal returned the kiss with passion. ‘I intend to spend the rest of our lives spoiling you. Sit. Dinner will be ready in a moment.’ He gently nipped at her lower lip.

‘Aren’t I a little bit underdressed?’ Jil bit her lip on a giggle as she looked between the two of them. She was wearing jeans and a jumper, practical for the time of year but badly out of place next to his tuxedo.

‘Nonsense. You look wonderful.’ He kissed her again softly. ‘Now sit. I won’t tell you again.’ He raised an eyebrow at her.

His tone was still playful but she knew he meant business so she sat with a small giggle.

She didn’t have long to wait. Dinner was a wonderful affair: heart tartare tarts for starters, followed by heart with sausage stuffing, accompanied by a Caesar salad bouquet and tomato roses. Dessert was her very favourite: blood and chocolate pudding with sugared rose petals.

‘Oh darling. That was absolutely wonderful,’ she sighed with contentment after every last bite had been eaten. ‘You outdid yourself. Truly.’

‘You flatter me, my angel.’ The little half smile playing about his lips showed that he was pleased by the compliment.

‘Hang on. I have something for you. Now that we’ve finished dinner. May I be excused to go and get it?’ Jil’s eyes were bright with excitement.

She was given permission, and soon returned with his Valentine’s Day presents which she handed to him with a kiss to the cheek. She’d gotten him a new set of fine drawing pencils, some rare white truffles, and, most specially, a rare piece of sheet music specially arranged for the harpsichord.

Jil had been trolling old music stores for weeks trying to find him the perfect present, something unique that spoke of her love for him. The piece she’d found was beautiful, it even had lyrics included for the song:

Your eyes see but my shadow.

My heart is overflowing.

There's so much you could come to love.

You've got my heart glowing.

Tenderly, you could see my soul...

It fit the two of them perfectly. Without realising, she’d been holding her breath while he opened his presents.

‘My darling girl. This is wonderful,’ he said softly. She could see that his eyes were misting up slightly.

‘Do you like them? Truly?’ Jil whispered.

‘I love them.’ He got up and stretched across the table to kiss her cheek. ‘I look forward to performing this piece for you. Later. Right now it’s your turn.’ Hannibal gestured towards the two small boxes near to her plate.

Eagerly, she tore into them. One contained some beautiful perfume, light and floral and elegant, and the other contained a small velvet box.

With trembling hands she opened the small velvet box to discover a necklace with a charm that was a small, delicate anatomically correct heart. Of course. No cartoon representations for them.

There was a small card inside the box that read: Happy Valentine’s Day, Mylimasis. Because my heart is, and always shall be, yours.

‘Oh, Hannibal! Its beautiful,’ she gasped softly, putting up her hands to cover her face, so overcome by emotion was she. ‘I love it. I love you. So much.’

‘Come. Come here. Bring the necklace and I shall put it on you.’ Hannibal pushed back from the table with a small smile.

She went to him, sitting in his lap with her back to him, hair pulled to the side and neck exposed.

He slipped the necklace around her neck tenderly, dipping his head to nip at the warm skin while Jil moaned softly. ‘I take it this means you will be my Valentine?’ he growled softly in her ear.

‘Forever and always. I’m yours, my darling husband. Yours,’ she moaned softly, breath catching and then coming quicker.

‘Up.’ He patted her hip. ‘Let’s take this up to the bedroom. Since its a special occasion, the dishes can wait until later. Just this once.’

Not needing to be told twice, Jil eagerly leapt to her feet. As soon as he stood he swept her up into his arms, carrying her into their bedroom bridal style where he tenderly laid her in the middle of the large bed.

He made short work of removing her clothing, so that soon her only adornment was the heart necklace. She laid back on the pillows, hair framing her face like a soft golden halo as she pulled him close.

‘Hannibal…’ She breathed his name reverently as he slowly slid inside of her, crying out softly with delight as she felt the familiar stretch of her walls, parting to accommodate his girth.

Slowly and passionately, he made love to her, covering her neck and shoulders in tender kisses and deep, passionate bites until she was practically delirious from ecstasy, drunk on his love and desire.

‘I love you. Only you. Forever you,’ he panted, voice and accent thick with emotion and his present exertions. He held her close, his thrusting into her even and deep. ‘I am yours, and you are mine! Mine!’

‘Yours!’ Jil agreed breathlessly as they moved together, a perfect duet of love.

Afterwards, they lay holding each other close, murmuring declarations of love and endearments.

‘I’m glad you’re my Valentine.’ Jil giggled sleepily, stroking his hair as she held him close.

Cupid’s arrow had truly hit the mark, the day that it had hit the pair of them.

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It's Just A Game... PROLOGUE. ☆

DATE : ┃JANUARY 16TH, 1998. LOCATION : ┃ RACCOON CITY, MISSOURI. TIME : ┃8:39 PM.

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 No one expected such a storm to hit Arklay County. Earlier that day the weather channel predicted a light shower, but it was obvious that that was an understatement. Thunder roared loudly and lightning flashed across the dark sky. The streets were flooded and many citizens hurried to get inside to avoid the rain. Anyone who stepped outside would quickly become soaked, and the harsh rains mixed with strong winds made driving seemingly impossible. Luckily for Jill Valentine, she called shotgun before her close friend and colleague Chris Redfield had the chance. The two S.T.A.R.S. (Special Tactics And Rescue Service) members had just been dispatched from the police department in response to a possible body sighting on the outskirts of town. Something they were only doing to get off of work earlier since most calls from outside of town were false alarms. 

 Chris was famous for looking for ways to get off early. Honestly, if he had known the weather was going to be that horrendous he would’ve played hooky. Maybe he would’ve used the good ole “allergies" excuse; one of many he had up his sleeve. At least when he got home to his apartment he’d have a cold beer and some whiskey to look forward to.

 But for Jill? She’d never been so eager to get home and sleep…even if she knew she wouldn’t get much of it. In fact, she hadn’t been able to sleep since the year started. It was all because of this strange dream she kept having. 

 The dream usually started with someone crying outside of Jill’s apartment door. When she opened it, there was a young woman standing in the hall. The woman was wearing a hospital gown, and she looked scratched and cut up. “Jill…” The woman said with a cracking voice, “…Will you help me?” Jill didn’t know who this woman was or how she knew her name, but Jill chose to spat out a “yes.” “Please let me in…” The woman’s voice cracked again and Jill instinctively opened the door wider to allow the woman entry, but the woman didn’t move. Not even an inch. She simply stared at Jill through her hair with a look of pure fear.

 Although her dream was unnerving, the nightmare she had that very morning was nothing in comparison.

 Jill’s nightmare started with an ear-splitting scream that was so loud she actually thought it had been real at that moment. It sounded like it came from her front door; just like the many times before. When Jill ran to her apartment door to help the woman, the door wouldn’t budge. No matter how hard Jill pulled or pushed the door wouldn’t open. On the other side of the door, the woman's screams became louder and louder. Jill’s eyes began to water as she helplessly yanked the door handle, and she started sobbing once the woman screamed out Jill’s name. “They’re gonna kill me, Jill! HURRY!!” The voice cried for dear life.

 Jill stepped away from the door and looked around. She quickly grabbed a nearby weight and smashed the door knob, pulling the door open. As the door opened the screams stopped, and all became deathly silent. The hallway was pitch black and there was no sign of the distressed woman anywhere. Jill suddenly had woken up drenched in sweat and tears. Needless to say, the nightmare had gotten to her.

 Chris glanced over to Jill who stared out the window, lost in her own thoughts and discomfort. He took notice of her uneasiness, and he cleared his throat. “You uhh…wanna talk about it?” Chris asked. Jill fell out of her train of thought, but she didn’t break eye contact from the window. “About what?” She inquired, poorly pretending that she had no idea what he meant or was talking about. Fortunately for Chris, Jill wasn’t exactly well-versed in hiding her body language. “Anything that might be on your mind.” He responded. Jill couldn’t help but chuckle at this. “Are you trying to play shrink?”

 Chris snorted, “Geez, forget I asked.”

 “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Jill laughed. “No, it’s just…” She paused, suddenly feeling silly. Was she really going to say this? Even if it was Chris, telling someone a nightmare was bothering her was a little embarrassing.

 Jill pursed her lips as she looked at Chris.

 “It sounds stupid, but…it’s just this dream I keep having. I haven’t been able to sleep for a couple of weeks now. It’s about this woman who knocks on my apartment door and keeps asking me for help, but last night was different.” Jill breathed in and out, “Last night she just kept screaming and screaming. I tried to help her, but when I finally got the door opened the screaming had stopped and the woman was gone. I woke up after that. I don’t think a nightmare has made me cry much less sweat in a long time.” 

 Jill went quiet after that, and Chris furrowed his brows in thought. “Hm…sounds pretty intense. I can see why you seemed to be so bothered today.” He remarked. Chris was telling the truth. He had noticed her during their shift earlier that day. She was doing the same now as she did then — just staring blankly into space with a look of deep thought, concern, and…sadness.

 Jill laughed, “It’s not really the dream itself that bothers me. I guess I feel like — I don’t know — that fate is trying to tell me something? I don’t know it’s dumb — ” 

 Chris cut her off. “It’s not dumb. Believe it or not, I’m a little superstitious myself. So if you feel that way, then I’m sure you’ll figure out what it is eventually. You’re good at that kind of thing.” He smiled, and Jill grinned in return. 

 “Thanks.” She said.

 “No problem.” Chris chuckled.

 Jill was glad she had somebody like Chris to confide in. Hopefully this call would be routine and she could repay him with a dream come true: a whole case of beer. 

⋆

LOCATION : ┃ OUTSKIRTS OF RACCOON CITY, MISSOURI. TIME : ┃8:57 PM.

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 A dimly lit street lamp was the only source of light found for miles once Chris and Jill pulled up to the address they had been given. Chris put the car in park while Jill grabbed two flashlights from the glove compartment. She handed one to Chris with a smile. “I’ll go search to the left, you search the right.” Jill said. “10 - 4.” He answered. They exited the vehicle and were soaked in seconds, straining to see through the rain as they split up. As time passed by, Jill thought they might need to resume search once the rain let up, but her thought was cut off when she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She shined her flashlight over to the area, and she saw a naked woman laying unconscious in the middle of some thorny brush. Thorns stabbed into the woman's skin while some of them had instead scraped and caused bloody scratches and cuts. Her long, wet hair covered her face and breasts, untouched by the thorns. Her body was straight and her arms were sprawled outwards, almost as if she had just held out her arms and fallen backwards. 

 However, it wouldn’t have been so horrifying if it wasn’t for the fact she was still alive…

 Jill quickly noticed the rise and fall of the woman’s chest. She pressed her fingers to the woman’s neck to feel for a pulse and to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things. Jill breathed out a “thank God” and grabbed her radio from her waist band. “Chris — hurry! I found a woman here — she’s alive!”

 “C — h..ris — . f - o.. —und… ——.. A —  — ive…”

 “Jill?!” He called, hitting his radio. “Ugh, stupid thing! Hang on Jill, I’m coming!” He said to himself, turning around and heading in the direction of his colleague.

 Jill placed her radio back onto her waist band when she didn’t get a response, and she shined her light back onto the woman. Jill’s hand reached up to move the woman’s hair from her face, and she felt her stomach drop. ‘No, no — that’s not possible. It couldn’t be possible, but…’ She thought to herself, but she was interrupted once Chris approached.

 As Chris ran up to the two women, he frowned. “Is she — ?!”

 “No, she’s alive!” Jill called out, but Chris knew that wasn’t the only thing on Jill’s mind. “What’s wrong?! Do you recognize her?!” He questioned, but Jill didn’t respond right away. She just stared at the poor woman, and Chris put his hand on her shoulder. He looked at her with sincerity, and she swallowed hard. “It’s the woman from my dream!” Jill exclaimed, “I’d know that face anywhere!” 

 Chris stared at his friend for a few moments, contemplating on what to do next. He would never discredit Jill, but he also thought her lack of sleep might have been causing hallucinations. He looked over to the woman, and he patted his hand on Jill’s shoulder. “Help me get her out, yeah?!”

 Jill didn’t respond for a few moments, instead a thought sparked in her mind. She must have finally snapped and lost her mind — but she had an idea. A really stupid idea.

 Chris looked to Jill. He knew that look. 

 “What are you thinking?!”

 “What do you mean?!”

“Come on Jill, don’t play coy with me!” He sighed, “Look, let’s get her out and we’ll talk about it in the car!”

 As Jill looked to Chris and nodded, the two of them moved to either side of the woman and began to lift her body from the thorns and greenery. Some thorns dislodged themselves from her wounds while a few broke off from the bush, and Chris lifted the woman into his arms. He looked forward to Jill, “Let’s go heat up the car and call for a paramedic!” Chris set off in the direction of the vehicle, and Jill followed closely. 

 She felt unsure about all this. The two of them were supposed to call this in, fill out a report, and go home — but none of those things felt like the right thing to do. Why did they feel…wrong?

 Once they approached the car, Jill opened the back door before lifting the trunk’s hood. She reached in and grabbed a thermal blanket and slammed the hood closed. Chris had placed the woman into the back seat, and Jill covered the woman after he stepped back. He closed the door and headed towards the driver’s side while Jill entered the passenger’s side. They both leaned back into their seats after Chris started the engine, igniting a heat wave of air to wash over all three of them. He reached towards the car’s radio. However, Jill stopped him.

 Chris immediately looked to Jill in concern. “What’s wrong?”

 Jill was quiet again. Would he help her? Would he report her to the department? She knew he must’ve thought she was just tired. She was tired, but this stranger’s face had been so embedded into her brain that she could never forget it. She didn’t know the woman’s name, but she was sure it was the same person from her dream. Even if Chris didn’t believe her, she had faith in him to have faith in her — why wouldn’t he help her?

 The thing is, Jill wasn’t exactly sure what she needed help with. She had an inkling or two that had been lingering in the back of her mind since the discovery. 1. Help this woman get to the hospital. 2. Do not inform the department. She would worry about the rest later.

 As for not informing the department — no one would believe her. How would she sound saying her dream predicted a murder? Or in this case an attempted one…if Jill even knew that. Who’s to say someone wouldn’t come for this woman? Jill had so many questions she felt only the unconscious woman in the back seat could answer, but then what? What if the woman didn’t even know what Jill was talking about and Jill had just been slowly losing her sanity?  She swallowed hard and looked into the back seat. The woman was shaking from the cold but was seemingly fine. Jill lifted the blanket up to the woman’s neck in an attempt to cover her more. After a few seconds, Jill broke the silence.

 “Do you remember earlier when you said I’ll ‘figure out what it is eventually’?”

 Chris slowly raised a brow. “Yeah?���

 “I think I figured it out,” She sighed, “but I don’t think you’ll like it.”

 Chris felt slightly anxious. What did Jill plan on doing exactly? And why was she saying he wouldn’t like it? Her just saying that made him not like it.

 “What does it have to do with me? Am I becoming an accomplice or something?” Chris joked, and Jill’s face straightened. “I’m serious, Chris,” She said, staring intently at his face and he frowned. “What are you asking me to do?”

 “I’m asking you to back me up…” She stated, and Chris quirked a brow. “Listen, all I’m asking you to do is radio in to the department and say it was a dead animal or something. Just something…” She fumbled with her hands, “and after that I am asking you to drive to the hospital and drop us off.” 

 “Us?”

 Jill motioned towards the back seat, and Chris gave it some thought.

 It felt weird for Jill to ask him something like that, so Chris was obviously skeptical. 

 “Can I at least get a reason why before I help you?”

 Jill shot a look of surprise at Chris, “You’re gonna help me?” She felt elated.

 “Yes, but why are you asking me to do this? What’s gotten into you?” Jill looked at Chris with sincerity as he asked this, unable to lie to her cherished friend. “I…” She started, “Have you ever been told the right thing to do, but once you’re in the moment it feels wrong?”

 “I have before, yes. Why do you ask?”

 “That’s how I’ve been feeling since I recognized her. Deep down I feel that if we report this we might be accidentally putting her in danger…I-I know it sounds so stupid but — ” 

 Chris cut Jill off.

 “It doesn’t sound stupid at all.” He paused, “Look Jill, if it really means that much to you…I’ll cover you, but on one condition.” 

 “Name your price.” 

 “Keep me updated. Don’t ask me for help at this moment and then use the excuse you can handle it on your own. Okay?”

 Jill formed a straight smile. “Okay.”

 Chris then grabbed the radio from the dash, informing the department that they had only come across a dead animal and it was nothing to fret about. Jill grinned at Chris as he put the radio back onto its latch and began to pull the car away from the area. “I owe you one.” Jill stated.

 “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Chris waved his hand, “You can repay me with a drink next time we go to Black Jack’s.”

 Once they turned back onto the main road, Jill turned around to the woman behind her and she pursed her lips. ‘I hope I really am doing the right thing.’ She thought to herself before resuming position in her seat.

 Chris stared into the asphalt as he drove, wondering the same as they headed back into Raccoon City.

 Meanwhile, a group of armored men approached the scene the S.T.A.R.S. had left behind. One of them noticed the bloody bushes and called for his captain who walked up and examined it himself. He turned around and called in to report. “There’s nothing here, but something left behind a bunch of blood. Nothing fatal.”

 “Were there any witnesses?” The captain heard from the other line.

 “A police car was seen leaving the scene. Do we need to pursue it?” There was a pause before the captain received an answer.

 “No need. Clear the area and return to base.”

 “Affirmative.” He confirmed, staring in the direction of Raccoon before turning and leaving the area.

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