Blackguard

Hellllloooooooooo everyone! thank you for clicking on this story, I hope I meet your expectations! first things first, all rights to characters are owned by capcom. I only own Catherine. I'm not perfect, so there will be some spelling and grammar errors (but I'll try to make sure they are far and few in between) but if you catch some let me know!

So, I wasn't going to start posting this story until I got a loooooot more done on it, but I thought, what the heck! I have the opening done and I know where it's going. But! with that said, these will be most likely slow updates so don't expect one a week or such. I like to edit and refine all my works so they are the best they can be before I post them to you. I was working on this story and another (I posted about it at the end of Bound by Hatred which is called The better part of me) however, I think I will be shelving that story for the time being and begin on my Chris story alongside this one. with that said, I'd like to introduce the very first story I ever wrote (back in 2015) which has now been reworked and edited beyond recognition lol. enjoy.

After the J'avo burned away, it left the office in eerie silence as I waited to see if more had heard the commotion. I held my breath and counted down from thirty before deeming it safe and removed my disguise. The blazer rolled over my black jumpsuit and swished to the ground to join the pencil skirt and discarded heels. Undercover work is a pain in the ass, but it gets the job done easier than rushing in guns blazing.

The ancient architecture of the building held firm against the modern world, but it wasn't without fault. The echo of my footsteps continued slowly down the hall as I surveyed the rot forming in the nooks and crannies. It was plain to see where patches and repairs were made to the old building over its long lifetime.

Dust twinkled in the dull sunbeams like the snow outside the windows. The roar of gunfire and men's screams outside seemed to fade away when the door I was looking for came into sight.

The new pungent odour hit me in the face like a wall. Rotten. Repulsive. Gross. I could smell the maggots ripping into the rotting flesh and the dirt clogging the wrinkles on what's left of the man's face even before seeing it. Even with the ventilator, I wore, it couldn't mask the foul stench. The keys came quickly off his keychain on his coat. My lungs burned with much-needed breath as I stepped back into the hall and made my way back up the other wing to the offices.

Sweat slicked the back of my neck as I took in the sight of the war once more. The J'avo fired off and rained down on the BSAA like a poison, showing no mercy to the soldiers. So much blood—innocent blood spilled over someone's greed. Whatever information is in this room, I pray it can help them.

The key slid into the lock with a click and opened with a squeak. Tiptoeing inside, I found the desk at the far end of the room. My heart rate skyrocketed as I skimmed through the remaining emails left behind.

They want answers. What are you planning? Where are you? The strains you gave me work perfectly...aside from a few flaws, but I know you're working those out. Email me back ASAP.

D.C.S.

At the bottom of the email was a symbol like a four-point star done up in a rope texture. I skimmed back over the email a few more times and always paused over the three initials at the end. D.C.S.

Who is that?

Another email was salvaged from the mess of data.

My dearest Ada Wong... Jake Muller has been located in the Republic of Edonia. Your mission is to find out if his body has antibodies to the C-Virus. We cannot allow a vaccine to be produced. Agent Birkin has been sent in to acquire the target. Your job is to ensure they escape the country alive. Good luck.