Resident Evil/House of the Dead crossover. Following the discovery of an abandoned train and its lone occupant, a S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team medic inadvertently sets into motion a series of brutal and horrific events as she and her team are hunted by mon...
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Chapter Two: The Encounter
Rebecca's eyes widened as she gazed upon the man's, or rather boy's, face.
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At first, she thought that the stark whiteness of the skin was the result of make-up, but further inspection revealed that train of thought to be false.
The face was strangely lupine, especially with its slightly long, sharp yet straight nose and chiseled features. It was strikingly handsome, if not strangely androgynous, but what made the face lose its attractive qualities, aside from the symmetrical and severe-looking facial scars that adorned it, was the total absence of expression and emotion. Taken together with the dim lighting of the compartment, his features appeared grotesquely reminiscent to waxen death masks that Rebecca had seen on display at Raccoon City's Museum of Natural History.
Tracing her gaze upward, her attention shifted from the flinch-inducing cross-like slit marks to the eyes, struck by their abnormalities. Unusual coloration aside, the irises were what stood out the most to her. Slitted like the facial scars that ran down both sides of his cheeks, Rebecca found herself recalling some of the cats that her mom had worked with at the veterinary clinic.
'Must be contact lenses,' she reasoned nervously to herself.
Bobby Darin's Splish Splash continued to play on a loop, although it was no longer fluid in its presentation. From the sounds made on the speaker, the recorder or CD player onboard sustained damage, though how was anyone's guess. Regardless of the cause, as a result the music ended up intensifying the room's nightmare quality. Parts of the lyrics would often be repeated. The tempo alternated from normal to low pitch. The playful nature of the song and the lyricism of the voice was distorted, transforming it into a sputtering mockery of its original self.
