ConfrintationThe cathedral was large, empty, and cold, and Malittia didnt like the look of it. Of course it would have to be a desolate place, shed known, but why this place?
His voice interrupted her thoughts, causing her to jump.
You look lovely, Malittia, although I must say Ive seen you look much better. Could it be that life without your glorious S.T.A.R.S. is too stressful for you?
He walked from behind a large stone pillar, looking very well himself, and he stopped about twenty feet across from her.
Tell me, do you miss it? The forces, I mean? After everything theyve done to you, it surprises me that you still hold them in such high regards.
Malittia cleared her throat. What is all this, Curtis? What do you want from me?
He smiled, and Malittia shivered.
He walked toward her slowly, his hands casually behind his back, and Malittia stood unwavering.
He stopped only when he was unbearably close to her, close enough to feel her breath
End of the GameIt is a pleasantry to watch you sleep.
Malittia jumped and opened her eyes. She rose up out of bed and looked around her to find the motel room empty. She lay back in bed and closed her eyes, and vision of Curtis reading came to mind. He was sitting quietly, reading, at the Brushy Mountain State Prison in his cage.
In the last twenty-four hours, Malittia had driven all throughout New York, and she was tired. She figured shed reach the prison around one fifteen or so, and she could catch a few hours sleep before heading to Brushy Mountain in the morning.
The cage that had once occupied Curtis was now located in the basement of the prison, amidst the mildew and the rats, and it wasnt a surprise when Malittia was told shed have to go it alone.
She entered the place carefully, shining her small flashlight around the room. The cage was empty and was showing signs of rust, and Malittia scoffed. She wondered why shed come here. There didnt seem t
Past HauntingsMalittia, racking her brain over the quote Curtis had used, stared at the stack of books on the history of Poland from 1677 to 1766, and pulled a map out. Before she could look it over, however, her doorbell rang.
Package for Claire Redfield, the postal worker said when Malittia opened the door.
She signed for the package and closed the door. She sat down on the sofa and checked the postmark to find that it had been mailed out from the post office down the street. She opened the long tube carefully and pulled out its contents.
The drawing was one shed seen before so long ago when Curtis had been transferred to Brushy Mountain State Prison, Maximum Security, in New York. Hed been given more freedom there, held in a large cage rather than behind glass, and he was given a cassette player, classical music, and books. Hed continued his drawings as well, and had drawn the picture shortly before escaping. It was done in pencil, and Malittia grimaced at
Quid Pro Quo
The line rang quietly. Five, six nine ten times. She answered breathlessly, and he knew shed been out running. She always ran. To keep fit, yes, but now for something more.
Well hello, Malittia, The voice of none other than Curtis Raymond.
You know, he said confidently, as always, you shouldnt hang your loss of status atop my head. I am, however, sorry to hear that you and Wesker do not see eye to eye on how to go about catching me. A beat. Tell me, how long did it take you to realize that I was right all along, that he would not listen to you? You shouldve left while you were just starting out, or at least stayed in college instead of trying to rescue your dear sweet brother. You could have saved yourself a lot of trouble. He paused. I doubt, however, that you and I would have met under different circumstances, and therefore, Im glad that you stayed on.