Ephemeral Permanence
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Category:
+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
11
Views:
3,227
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Resident Evil, nor any of the characters associated with it. And if you think I make money out of this, you're sorely mistaken.
Chapter 5
Ephemeral Permanence
by Ticklefish
dedicated to barb
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The second night I tried to go missing. I juggled the roster as much as I could to find anybody, anybody at all, other than myself to partner with Chris. But everybody was busy, on one assignment or another. They were all doing important work and I couldn't justify pulling them off it.
If I did, they'd be bound to ask questions.
I couldn't afford questions.
So we were back in the same van together. Both of us in a small, closed enviroment listening to a man snore.
The police force work hard to instill a sense of glamor into its profession. Sign up, get a neat uniform, serve and protect, be the envy of all your friends. They try to paint a picture of excitement and daring adventure. Every day, so they say, is another action movie waiting to happen.
It's not true.
Being a cop, even in a high-risk unit like ours, involves a lot of sitting down. Sitting down and waiting for something to happen.
By half past two, nothing had happened. A stray dog had tripped a sensor at 01:22 and we had stared at it numbly on the monitor. It was black with a short tail.
Chris stayed quiet, saying only what was needed. I normally admired that in him but that evening I found myself longing to hear his voice. And then longing to see his chest again.
So I stayed quiet, trying to look serious but trying even harder to get visions of the man out of my head.
Half past two was when it happened. There was a clunk and a beep as the tape recorder signalled it had run out of room. I got up to reach over for a new cassette from the packet. So did Chris. We bumped into each other
I quickly realised that I had been sitting badly. My left leg had gone numb, there was no feeling in it at all and it gave way taking me with it. Chris was already off-balance and we fell with a thud onto the van floor.
For a moment, all I could think about was the pain in the back of my head but, as it faded, I became aware of a pressure on my groin. Chris had landed on his bottom but had put out two hands to try to stop himself. One hand was on a console..the other was on me. His palm was resting directly over my penis.
He pushed himself him up and swore.
"You alright, Captain?" he asked me.
For a moment, I was stunned. Where his hand had been there now was the unmistakable feeling of a growing erection.
"Of course, I'm alright." I snapped "I'm not the one who can't watch where he's going."
"Sorry Captain," he said without any noticeable contrition, "it won't happen again."
I growled and got back to my seat. I tried for all the world to look like the tough captain unimpressed by his blundering colleague but inside I was dazed. I kept thinking back to how his hand felt against me, even through the layers of clothes.
My erection did not go away for quite some time.
***
I have been walking away for quite some time now trying to work out exactly what is wrong with me. I feel slow, sluggish, my brain isn't working as well as it does normally. There are too many gaps in my memory and I can't seem to make out the details of anything around me.
My brain may not be up to its usual standards but I am still smarter than most. I am a genius and I can feel my mind knitting together the clues, collating and examining. I will have my answer soon.
It isn't concussion and I can't be on any form of hallucogen.
They don't work on me.
This is all very strange and I hate it.
I see her in front of me.
I hate her more.
She's still at the table, she hasn't moved, Somehow I've walked in a circle.
She looks happy to see me which I instantly find suspicious.
No-one looks happy to see me.
***
by Ticklefish
dedicated to barb
*****************
The second night I tried to go missing. I juggled the roster as much as I could to find anybody, anybody at all, other than myself to partner with Chris. But everybody was busy, on one assignment or another. They were all doing important work and I couldn't justify pulling them off it.
If I did, they'd be bound to ask questions.
I couldn't afford questions.
So we were back in the same van together. Both of us in a small, closed enviroment listening to a man snore.
The police force work hard to instill a sense of glamor into its profession. Sign up, get a neat uniform, serve and protect, be the envy of all your friends. They try to paint a picture of excitement and daring adventure. Every day, so they say, is another action movie waiting to happen.
It's not true.
Being a cop, even in a high-risk unit like ours, involves a lot of sitting down. Sitting down and waiting for something to happen.
By half past two, nothing had happened. A stray dog had tripped a sensor at 01:22 and we had stared at it numbly on the monitor. It was black with a short tail.
Chris stayed quiet, saying only what was needed. I normally admired that in him but that evening I found myself longing to hear his voice. And then longing to see his chest again.
So I stayed quiet, trying to look serious but trying even harder to get visions of the man out of my head.
Half past two was when it happened. There was a clunk and a beep as the tape recorder signalled it had run out of room. I got up to reach over for a new cassette from the packet. So did Chris. We bumped into each other
I quickly realised that I had been sitting badly. My left leg had gone numb, there was no feeling in it at all and it gave way taking me with it. Chris was already off-balance and we fell with a thud onto the van floor.
For a moment, all I could think about was the pain in the back of my head but, as it faded, I became aware of a pressure on my groin. Chris had landed on his bottom but had put out two hands to try to stop himself. One hand was on a console..the other was on me. His palm was resting directly over my penis.
He pushed himself him up and swore.
"You alright, Captain?" he asked me.
For a moment, I was stunned. Where his hand had been there now was the unmistakable feeling of a growing erection.
"Of course, I'm alright." I snapped "I'm not the one who can't watch where he's going."
"Sorry Captain," he said without any noticeable contrition, "it won't happen again."
I growled and got back to my seat. I tried for all the world to look like the tough captain unimpressed by his blundering colleague but inside I was dazed. I kept thinking back to how his hand felt against me, even through the layers of clothes.
My erection did not go away for quite some time.
***
I have been walking away for quite some time now trying to work out exactly what is wrong with me. I feel slow, sluggish, my brain isn't working as well as it does normally. There are too many gaps in my memory and I can't seem to make out the details of anything around me.
My brain may not be up to its usual standards but I am still smarter than most. I am a genius and I can feel my mind knitting together the clues, collating and examining. I will have my answer soon.
It isn't concussion and I can't be on any form of hallucogen.
They don't work on me.
This is all very strange and I hate it.
I see her in front of me.
I hate her more.
She's still at the table, she hasn't moved, Somehow I've walked in a circle.
She looks happy to see me which I instantly find suspicious.
No-one looks happy to see me.
***