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This is where I will put all my Fanfics, both of these take place after the Series ended.   SPEAK NOW                                                    By Melissa  ....  .... Authors Note: this fanfic is sort of AU in the sense that Daniel is about to Marry Wilhelmina I  will do a "Previously on Ugly Betty" bit just so you'd get the sense of where all of this comes from however I don't think I'll ever write the whole fic.  ....  ....  ....  .... Previously on Ugly Betty(Scene Wilhelmina and Claire)"the only Way we will save this magazine is if Daniel marries me" Claire Laughs but then upon realizing something says "oh GOD You're serious.. Wilhelmina I thought we were past this, He lives in London, He's happy, He's dating Betty"Wilhelmina smirks a little at the irony and thought of it all, she had devised this plan long ago "well then I'm sure He'll be pleased to know You ran his magazine to the ground"  .... (Scene) Wilhelmina to Marc "Make sure Betty is not invited to this wedding"**************** "I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl I sneak in and see your friends and her snotty little family all dressed in Pastel And she is yelling at a brides maid somewhere back inside a room wearing a gown shaped like a pastry, this is surely not what you thought it would be, I lose myself in a daydream where I stand and say" (Not a part of the fic: "Don't say Yes run away now I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the Back door, don't wait, or say a single vow, You need to hear me out when they said speak now")  .... Betty had heard of the wedding through her best friend Amanda, she knew Daniel was going back to New York due to business related issues but she had no idea that Wilhelmina had stooped this low, she had assumed she was over this sort of behavior sadly for her she was not, she obviously was not invited but she snuck in anyway, she could see their friends all were not amused with sudden changes of event's she figured they all assumed when Play boy Daniel Meade got married it was because he was marrying Betty for Love not Marrying Wilhelmina Slater to save the company, this was very unlike him, something his now deceased father would do.  She Looked around as she noticed the few people who were a part of this wedding, her daughter Nico and Marc standing there Not looking pleased but looking elegant and eating up the moment nonetheless, and as she walked the halls of the church she could hear Wilhelmina screaming at some bridesmaid she paid for the duty that day "I don't care that you don't look good in Green I said I wanted you wearing the Green dress not the Blue one, I don't want you clashing with me" Wilhelmina had said causing Betty to roll her eyes "typical" she mused to herself.  .... "Fun gestures are exchanged while the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march, and I am hiding in the curtains it seems that I was uninvited by your lovely bride to be, She floats down the aisle like a pageant queen, and I Know that you wish it was me, you wish it was me don't you" (again not in the fan fic: "Don't say Yes run away Now I'll meet you when You're out of the church at the back door, don't wait, or say a single vow You need to hear me out when  they  said speak now, Don't say yes, run away now I'll meet you when You're out of the  church at the back door, don't wait or say a single vow You're time Is running out when they said speak now")Betty sighed as she heard the music begin from her hiding place behind the curtain , other then the lovely bride no one really looked happy in fact it almost seemed as though this was more of a funeral then a wedding, in a way it had been, she knew that if Daniel went through with this it would be the death of not only Mode Magazine but Meade Publications as well, she was deep in thought wondering  how in the world she could stop him.  .... Daniel himself stood there sighing how he got himself in this situation was beyond him, He certainly didn't want to marry Wilhelmina Slater, No he wanted to marry Betty she had been all he wanted from the moment he realized how he felt a few years ago, as he saw Wilhelmina walking down the aisle he tried to close his eyes imagining that was Betty making his way towards her not Wilhelmina but deep down inside it wasn't working He knew he couldn't go through with this.  .... "I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold Your Peace, there's a silence, there's My last chance I stand up with shaky hands all eyes on me, Horrified looks from everyone in the room But I'm only Looking at You, I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white Veil occasion, But You are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl"As Betty watched the scene unfold she realized she couldn't let him do this, he didn't love her and she know deep down inside he knew he didn't have to do this, there were other ways to save the Magazine and marrying Wilhelmina was not one of them ,then the Perfect opportunity presented itself, The Preacher spoke up his words echoing her ears "If there is any one that attest to this union speak now or forever hold your peace" Betty bit her lip, her hands shaking as she stood from her perch "Stop," all eyes were on her horrified at the situation or maybe it was a look of shock she was the last one they would imagine that would stop a wedding, either way she ignored the looks and continued speaking 'Daniel, I know you, You don't want to do this, there are other ways, You don't love her, and we both know she doesn't love you, she's using you Daniel.." that was all she could say, she simply ran out hoping to GOD he'd follow her.  .... "Don't say Yes run away now I'll meet you when You're out of the church at the back door, don't wait or say a single vow, You need to hear me out when they said Speak now, And You'll say "Let's run away now, I'll meet you when I'm out of my tux at the back door, Baby I didn't say my vows, so glad You were around when they said speak now"  .... Once Daniel got his bearings he looked at Wilhelmina, the Preacher and then back to Wilhelmina "she's right, I don't have to do this, the Magazine was yours You were the one that Lost the money You are the one that needs to save it"Wilhelmina was shocked as she watched him rush off it was all she could do to yell "where are you going"Daniel briefly turned as he said "to go after the woman I Love"  He found her by the door of the church tears in her perfect brown eyes, he wiped them away with his fingers "I couldn't do it Betty, You were right, I love you, I love you more then anything I'm sorry I put you through this" he kissed her with all the passion he felt inside, she smiled as she gazed into his baby blue eyes, he continued to speak "let me get out of this tux then You and I will leave maybe  go somewhere private and all ours" he replied raising his eyebrow.  She blinked away the last tear as she simply said "Our Bridge" He kissed her again as if answering her without having to say the words; it was in that moment they both realized it was all going to be okay  ....  .... THE END  ....   Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own the rights to Ugly Betty,it's characters or it's affiliates nor do I own the rights to Taylor Swifts song "Sparks Fly" if I did that would make me Taylor Swift and I can assure you that I am NOT.   Authors Note: Betty and Daniel have been together for 3 Years ,they now have a 1 year old Daughter Named Rosa ,this is where the story starts Parts of the song are loosely based on the song "Sparks fly" (it is a Christmas story though clearly it is not a Christmas Song) here is the lyrics   "The way you move is like a full on rain storm and I'm a house of cards you're the kind of reckless that should send me running and I kind of know that I won't get far and you stood there in front of me Just close enough to touch, close enough to Hope  You couldn't see what I was thinking of" (chorus)  Chorus: "drop everything Now,Meet me in the pouring rain,Kiss me on the sidewalk take away the Pain cause I see Sparks fly whenever you smile, Get me with those Green eyes baby as the lights go down give me something that will haunt me when you're not around I see Sparks fly whenever You smile" "My Mind forgets to remind me that you're a bad idea,You touch me once and It's really something You find I'm even better then You imagined I would be,I'm on my guard for the rest of the world but with You I know It's no good and I should wait patiently But I really wish you would" (chorus)"I run my Fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild,Just keep on keeping your eyes on me it's just wrong enough to make it feel right, and lead me up the staircase won't you whisper soft and slow, I'm captivated by you baby Like a fireworks show" Chorus to end                                                                                                                           A Christmas to Remember                                                                        By Melissa       If You would have told Him 5 Years ago that Daniel Meade would be where he was with who he was He probably would have laughed at You But Life had a funny way of working out,Fate was a odd thing,Yes he still thought about Molly but in a good way, He had to thank her in his own little way, if she Hadn't of died He wouldn't have gone to Hilda and Bobby's wedding as Betty's Date, He wouldn't have realized He loved her so much more then a Friend,Her leaving to take a Job in London wouldn't have broken his heart so much so that He needed to keep her in his life by following her there,they wouldn't have gone on that fateful First Date ,they wouldn't have gotten Married and they wouldn't have the beautiful One Year old daughter that now Lay asleep on her Mother's lap, Little Rosa Claire Meade had been the most beautiful baby He had ever laid his eyes on even more so then Christina and Stewarts son,Every one around them had said she looked Just like Daniel right down to the vibrant blue eyes that now were closed in a slumber that was needed from the Long flight from Heathrow airport to JFK ,But in Daniel's mind his eyes were the only thing about him that she had the rest of her was as beautiful as her Mother. Once the  Pilot announced they landed Daniel gently nudged his lovely bride "hey" he whispered softly in an effort to not wake up the sleeping child in her arms "we're here" all he got was a groggy "mmm" he giggled a little as he touched her ,he Held her up lightly watching as Rosa too murmured in her sleep but then had fallen asleep again, He grabbed their carry ons as he raised an eyebrow he said "is it bad that I'm  more excited to see Your Family then I am to seeing Mine?" Betty giggled as she held his free hand the thought of being His Wife surprised her more so then it did Him ,never in a million years did she realize He could love someone as Plain and homely as her (mind you she no longer had braces and oddly enough lost some weight after having Rosa but still in her mind she would always be "ugly betty") ,she shrugged as she continued to speak "they aren't that bad any more Baby"He smirked as he Looked at her "easy for you to say You just became a part of the family" she shrugged as she gave him a look "You forget I was a part of your life way before we got together ,You've all grown up a lot since I've known all of you" He kissed her lightly as he said "we owe it all to you baby" as he Kissed her Young Rosa squirmed and gave off a slight cry causing Betty to Pout just a little "I love you too baby but if you wake Her up I swear to God I'll Kill you" she said jokingly   It had been a few days Later they were slowly dancing in the small living room of what used to be her home,How they all managed to end up staying there was beyond her, Not only was Hilda and Bobby now married they too had a child ,5 year old Brianna, Her Father had been re married to Elena and Daniel and Betty of course had Rosa but still this had always been home and Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas without them all together in the same house. They continued to dance as their daughter sat on the floor preoccupied with the toys that had been given to her, for a brief moment Betty forgot they weren't alone that there was a family full of people two of which were small children as Daniel spun her around his hand on her waist causing her heart to rush and her face to turn crimson she turned around to Kiss him ,gazing into his mesmerizing blue eyes,her tongue grazing his own aching for the passion he so often gave her,she tilted her head waiting for him to reciprocate the action and he had until he heard Rosa begun to scream "DADDA" the young infant pouted the toy she had been intrigued with had been snatched away by her cousin Brianna,Hilda swooped into action scolding her own young child and handing the Build A Bear Toy she had given her niece back to it's rightful owner,she then gave Daniel and Betty a look as she said with a smirk upon her face "You two need to get a room" the thought made the two lovers shudder it wasn't often they lost control like that especially when everyone was in the room staring at them, they finally regained their composure and sat next to each other as the Suarez Family continued with their Christmas Eve tradition. As the Last of the Suarez' had gone to Bed Ignacio Yawned It took a lot but Justin finally yawned and trudged his way up to his old bedroom now shared with his baby sister. Ignacio now turned to Daniel and Betty lifting up young Rosa as she had fallen asleep on the blanket on the floor, he grinned at his youngest grand child "I'll Put her down Mija You two get the lights when you go to bed?" it was more of a statement then a question and Betty knew what he meant "Okay Papi " she simply said watching as he traipsed upstairs cradling her baby girl in his arms causing Betty to sigh happily, Daniel grinned kissing her lightly on the lips,the flickering of the Christmas tree Lights flashing in his blue orbs,she winked as she kissed him back and then looked at him "well we're alone" she said softly seeing as not to wake anyone up Daniel raised an eyebrow as He looked at her  "Here? In your dad's Living room?" She smirked as she playfully punched him "baby It's all I've been thinking of since we got off the plane 5 days ago" she raised her own eyebrow as she said "besides You were okay with the Love making at your Mom's house" she mocked a pout knowing it got to his heart strings He bit his lip staring up at her "Not fair Betty You know I can't handle that pout and Making love in mom's house is different,this is YOUR family you have morals the Meade's clearly we do not"she smirked as she gave him a look "Daniel,baby I'm not liking your Pillow talk right now"He kissed her back as he said "sorry" her pouty lips were making it very difficult for him to say no ,he lifted her up Kissing her with more passion then before "I love you and I wanna make made passionate love to you" He softly whispered as he gave her a look "is that better?" he questioned Betty snickered as she said "A little Cheesey But it's getting there" He kissed her with passion and then said " Betty,I do Love you More then you could ever know and every time I look at you I see the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on,the woman I fell in love with,My Very Best friend" he whispered more softly then he had before Betty grinned blushing at his words but she knew he spoke from the heart "I love you to" she whispered back They had finally reached her old childhood bedroom as he laid her in the bed she had called her own for so many years, he stripped her of her clothing as he said "Merry Christmas to me" she giggled as she unbuttoned his shirt "Merry Christmas" she said with seriousness the night would be filled with passion and Love and it would indeed be a Very Merry Christmas       THE END   Happy little accident:3 in the morning and Betty had been laying there staring up at the ceiling, By now she knew she was certain what had been ailing her, She had been late according to her calendar, but she also had a test just waiting for her to take. She had every intention to go take it in the morning, before work, with Daniel but now as she laid there feeling ill, She decided now was as good as any, this had been why she had tiptoed out of bed, being super quiet, Given what Daniel had gone through with his previous wife, She did not want to scare him with what he would more then likely think ailed her.She had found herself in the bathroom, feeling ill for the upteenth time that day, Why was it called "morning sickness" When it just didn't happen in the morning, She pondered. When she had gathered her bearings she peed on the stick, watching as two red lines had appeared, She held on to the sink ,she had been in shock though she really shouldn't have been, She knew.. deep down she knew and at that moment as scared as she was, she couldn't be happier.Despite the fact that he knew she was trying to hide it, Daniel knew, He heard her, he frowned as he got up, He wasn't about to lose another wife, Especially her, Losing Betty was not an option to him, He slowly got up out of bed and knocked on the door "Betty are you okay?" He asked, she was shaking and she was certain she had gone a little pale but she lied "I'm Fine Daniel" Even from the other side of the door he knew she wasn't telling the truth "Betty come on, Let me in, I know when you're lying to me" He offered, She sighed as she opened the door, His worst nightmare had faced him."Oh God this can't be happening not now.." he said frowning as he saw how pale she had been, She shook her head and touched his shoulder lightly "Daniel, I'm fine…" He cut her off as he looked back at her "no you're not, Betty… We need to take you to the doctors….. You've been sick for awhile now and.. God I can't lose another wife, .. I can't lose you, Believe it or not I Love you more then I Loved Molly… Losing you.. It's not an option" Betty could see the fear in his big blue eyes she took his hand and squeezed it as she spoke again trying to reassure him as best as she knew how to "Daniel… I promise I'm fine…" He shook his head as he looked at her "You don't know that, Your Mom… She died of Cancer.. That's hereditary you know.." She cut him off again as she reached for the Pregnancy test he had failed to see "It's not Cancer Baby…" she was smiling now, which in a way had confused him .."God Daniel.." She began looking at him "Are you completely dense… Just look" She said handing him the pregnancy test. It took him a minute to process what he saw but when he had the frown had slowly turned to a Grin "We…re… going to??!! You're???" She nodded as she looked at him "I'm Pregnant" She finished, He engulfed her in  a hug not letting her go for quite some time. They weren't exactly trying but sometimes life handed you Happy little Accidents.*******************Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own the rights to Ugly Betty or it's character's, This drabble is when Betty's Dad dies Trigger warning: Involves Death, Plug pulling, The Corona Virus:Taken away way too soon:Life had been rather happy for Betty for quite some time. She and Daniel had begun to date, They had gotten married, Had Emily and due to the fact that Wilhelmina Slater had once again drove Mode in to the ground, The tiny Meade family had moved back to New York, Life had been rather busy for awhile but she was happy. That Had been however when The Corona Virus Hit.For the first few months Her and Daniel had worked from home The Mask Mandate was not truly an issue for them, Nor was The Publication building closed, No the problem had been that Emily's school was closed, and rather then sticking her with just one parent they both decided to stay home with her, That had not been the only change, A Year after the Virus had hit and due to the new Variant her only living parent had fallen ill, She had always been optimistic , Thinking that perhaps he would get better and they would be celebrating holidays together, Enjoying Summer, and in September celebrating Emily's birthday as a family, that had not come to be however.It had been around noon on February 12th two days before Valentines day, She had just put the latest Issue of Mode to bed and had been working on a few other things when she heard her cell phone Buzz, She saw it was Hilda but she had assumed it wasn't all that important, She had made a mental note to call her back at Lunch, a few short minutes later and she something told her she needed to check the message now.. all she had heard was "Betty, you need to come to the hospital right now, Papi's taking a turn for the worse, They don't think he's going to make it" The news had made Betty sob, she wasn't even paying attention when Daniel walked in to the room "I Just asked Alexis if she'd watch…." He looked over at his wife seeing the tears roll from her eyes,  He rushed over to her side hugging her "Hey… are you okay?" they never hid their relationship, even when they were just friends, and she knew he always gave the best hugs, She held him tight as she sobbed in to his chest "it's Papi…. They don't think he's going to make it" Daniel fixed her hair and gazed in to her eyes "Well then, We should leave, I'm sure things will be fine here, You need to say good bye to your dad" He offered he knew how she felt.It had not been long when they reached the hospital, She rushed over to Hilda's side hugging her tightly, then going over to Bobby, "His temperature hasn't gone down and he's slowly detoriating but due to mandates THEY won't let us in!!" She said glaring over at the doctor, Betty shook her head as she looked at them "What do you mean we can't go in, He's our dad…" The doctor shook his head and spoke "I'm sorry… due to the Virus We are not allowed to let you in, But you are sure, You want us to pull the plug?" He had asked, It wasn't an easy decision but they all knew it was time "We..'re sure" She offered, The small family had looked through the glass partition as they watched his vital signs go down and his heart beat stop, It was enough to make Betty Sob all over again, her only comfort , Daniel's hand squeezing her own and the soft kiss on her forehead.**************Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own the rights to Ugly Betty or it's character's, This one is loosely based on "Mine" By Taylor swift and is extremely AU: Full lyric's after Drabble:"You're are the Best thing….. That's ever been mine""You were in college working part time waiting tables, Left a small town never looked back, I was a flight risk with a fear of falling, wondering why we bothered with love if it never lasts, I say can you believe it, as we're lying on the couch, that moment I can see it… yeah yeah.. I can see it now""The Past"Betty had been studying for her finals, fearing that she wouldn't truly be passing letting alone graduating, Life at home had not been good, Her mom's illness had grown worse and it had caused a great deal of tension, Maybe that was why she found herself in the restaurant that day, That had been when she saw  him, the most handsome adorable Man with dark brown hair and big blue eyes , Her heart racing as he came her way "Hi, I'm Daniel, I'll be your waiter, What can I get for you.." He asked as he looked down at his notepad, When he had looked up he saw her, She wasn't all that pretty not to most people's standards, but there was something about her that made his heart race."I remember how it felt sitting by the water, You put your arms around me for the first time, You made a rebel of the careless man's careful daughter, You are the best thing thats ever been mine""The Past" (actual show, give or take a few lines)It wasn't really a date by any means, It was more or less Betty trying to get Daniel's mind off of his ex girlfriend and He getting her mind off of the crush she had on Henry, Of course the Press didn't see things that way, she giggled as she ran "are they gone? Did we dodge them?" She asked, Daniel turned around laughing as he nodded his head "I think so" He offered , She nodded as she spoke "good, I'm starving, wanna a grab a Pizza?" She asked, He nodded "Sounds good to me""Flash forward and we're taking on the world together, and there's a drawer of my things at your place, You learned my secrets and you figured out why I'm guarded, you say we'll never make my Parents mistakes, but we've got bills to pay, we've got nothing figured out, when it got hard to take… yeah yeah, this is what I thought about""The Present" Work had been exuriating that day, The models had been testy but that was normal for Mode Models, Somehow though Betty and Daniel made things work, They were married now, with their own daughter, She however was no longer his assistant, She had become  Co Editor in Chief , That had been why she strolled in to his office , a smile on her face "Don't mind me Daniel.. Just coming in to grab some of my candy" she teased reaching in to his desk drawer, causing him to smile back at her, He reached over to kiss her, One of The models had walked by raising an eyebrow "Oh seriously get a room!" she said walking away, It had caused the two Meade's to chuckle, Life could not get any better then it had in that moment.Full song Lyrics: Oh, oh, ohOh, oh, ohYou were in college, working part-time, waiting tablesLeft a small town, never looked backI was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lastsI say, "Can you believe it?"As we're lyin' on the couchThe moment, I can see itYes, yes, I can see it nowDo you remember, we were sittin', there by the water?You put your arm around me for the first timeYou made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughterYou are the best thing, that's ever been mineFlash forward, and we're takin' on the world togetherAnd there's a drawer of my things at your placeYou learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guardedYou say we'll never make my parents' mistakesAnd we got bills to payWe got nothin' figured outWhen it was hard to takeYes, yesThis is what I thought aboutDo you remember, we were sittin' there, by the water?You put your arm around me, for the first timeYou made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughterYou are the best thing, that's ever been mineDo you remember all the city lights on the water?You saw me start to believe, for the first timeYou made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughterYou are the best thing, that's ever been mineOh, oh, oh, ohAnd I remember that fight, two-thirty am'Cause everything was slipping right out of our handsI ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the streetBraced myself for the goodbye,'Cause that's all I've ever knownThen, you took me by surpriseYou said, "I'll never leave you alone"You said, "I remember how we felt, sitting by the waterAnd every time I look at you, it's like the first timeI fell in love with a careless man's careful daughterShe is the best thing that's ever been mine"You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughterYou are the best thing, that's ever been mineDo you believe it?We're gonna make it nowAnd I can see it   ******************  After the Ugly Betty Finale Part One "Daniel is this a Date"   After work that Evening Betty had changed out of her clothes and began to settle in, Daniel had called her right after she had seen him on her lunch break to confirm their dinner date, It hadn't truly dawned on her that this was to be an actual date, He had been her friend for so long she had no idea There had been any feelings at all.    At this precise moment in time She had been searching for something to wear, He didn't really tell her where they were going but she assumed seeing as he just came to town and probably hadn't had much money on him it wouldn't be anything to overly expensive, She opted for a nice pair of jeans and a sweater. Just as she had chosen the outfit her IPhone face time app had rung. "Oh Hey A, Miss me much" She said rather teasingly,  She was one of her best friends, which was odd in and of itself but it worked. Amanda raised an eyebrow as she teased back "Nope, not really, this place has been a lot quieter since you left…." Betty laughed and then sat down as she had gotten serious "You'll never guess who is here…." She began only for Amanda to interrupt her, the events that lead to Daniel Meade ending up in London had been the talk of the town "Daniel, I know.. We ALLL know" She offered. Betty had been clueless as she looked at the screen "How did you know…?" She asked , for some odd reason it hadn't dawned on her that he gave up everything to be with her. Amanda shook her head "B are you completely dense?" she said in shock. Betty raised an eyebrow as she spoke "What do you mean?" She asked. Amanda gave her a look that had said it all "When a guy gives up his families legacy to their nemesis and follows a girl to London that usually means he's in love with her.. Geez I thought I was the dense one in the friendship" She said teasing again. This had been the second time Betty had heard this , but she truly did not believe it.. After all it was Daniel, they were friends,.. best friends even but not lovers. "What?.. No.. No.." Amanda laughed as she nodded her head "Yes.. Yes.. and is that what you're wearing on your date?" It took Betty all she had in her to not freak out a little, Something inside her had said that Amanda had been right.. this had been why she said "A.. I need to go"    After hours of finding something else to wear she had finally chosen a nice fancy out fit, A part of her had felt as though she was stupid for choosing it, What if Amanda had been wrong, What if this wasn't a date, what if she was over dressed, She pondered, She could feel her heart racing rapidly at the thought of Him, She had not felt this way since… Well She dated Henry ions ago, But this wasn't love was it? She hadn't fallen in love with her best friend, Was she going insane? She had pondered some more, all she knew was she was eager for this Date.   A few more hours had passed and when her apartment bell buzzed Betty rushed over to the door eager to let him in, God he looked so handsome standing there, that dimpled grin smiling at her. He felt his own heart race as he spoke "Betty.. You look great" He offered , He wanted to take her right then and there. "Are you ready to go?" He asked trying desperately to control the beating of his heart. Betty nodded as she looked at him "Yeah.. Uh So Amanda faced timed me today" She began, half trying to make some small talk in order to control her own emotions she was  having , He smiled again, which hadn't really helped her situation much "She can't seem to live without you can she" he teased, though inwardly he had been thinking that no one could truly live without her, There was something about her that had won over every one's heart. She looked up at him, this was it, she needed to know "..She… She said you're here because of me, because You're in love with me.. that this is a date date.. Daniel.." She began looking up at his big blue eyes "Is this a date.. because if it is…" she was going to say more but those eyes. had been staring at her "Betty" he began as he continued to smile at her "Shut up" He offered as he walked closer to her and began to kiss her with passion, When the kiss broke off, she looked up at him " So this is a date?" She asked him again, He was grinning now as he said "It… It's a date" This time it was her that had inched closer going in for the kill, she kissed him back, More then likely they wouldn't even make it to the restaurant that night.

-:Disclaimer:- I am NOT Selena Gomez or any other person I do decide to roleplay. I don't claim to be any of them. I'm just simply roleplaying. -:Regulations:- 1) You Add, You Talk. Seriously this is the most simplest thing ever, I can't stress this enough. 2) My Pictures, My Profile, My background, My Storyline, and My Rules are 100% Original. So no stealing any of them. Ask if you want something, if you steal, I will know and you will be blocked. End of that. 3) Don't tell me how to roleplay, I roleplay however I want to, I type however I want to. Sometimes I have typos, make mistakes, and mis-spell words, SUE ME, I'm not perfect and I'm not trying to be. This is JUST roleplay. Don't go all hard on it. 4) I DON'T TOLERATE DRAMA WHAT SO EVER! Don't bring drama my way or else you WILL be deleted and blocked. And sure as hell I'm going to tell the people closest to me about it so they wouldn't have to deal with drama as well. This is your ONLY warning. 5) Don't steal my family, friends, HUSBAND, kids, etc; I had to make my friends, I had to get to know them and it's one of my pet peeve when people steal my friends, family, and husband. They all mean so much to me. Those who don't aren't in my life anymore. Those who I would sacrofice my life for, has been in my life and still in my life for over 2 years.  6) Don't FUCKING TRY to sabotage my relationship with my friends/family/husband. Trust me, it happened before and I won't tolerate it. You will be Blocked. 7) I'm not a number on anyone's friend's list. If I feel like I am, than you will be a negative number off my friend's list. So just be aware of that. 8) Don't pressure me on replies, it's annoying. I have school in RL and I have homework, test, quizzes, exams, and other stuff to worry about. This isn't my #1 poriety, so stop being so full of yourself. You're not the only person on this planet. You do that, I won't reply to you at all and you will eventually be deleted. Mmks? Good. Don't I sound like I have tons of enemies? Well hell with them. They're my enemies for a reason and they put themselves in that position. I'm not the kind of person that favors cursing nor do I like fights, matter of fact, I really hate fights. It's just the worst thing ever. I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I will fight for what I love not fight with the people I love. Get to know me before judging me cause that's gonna lead your profile to be off my list :) Matter of fact the Delete/Block button is my best friend :D 

[Echoing Salem] Det. Caleb Danvers. "Welcome To Salem" The Anniversary. A Welcome to Salem sign is planted in stealth murky damnpened unseen ground. An induce ghostly distemper tension applied involvement in the atmosphere's "attitude"; loams a foggy lurk saturated in the consumption of a dispensed drought, absorbed into an improbable -mundane Institution. An expired prediction pertaining to the Salem late-afternoon damp intoxicated hemisphere, or expected suttle (mellow) submerging thunderstorm that'll phase out.Prosperous organic tension compiled within the invisible moisture activated after a prior thunder-storm unleashed: alleviating an instinctively natural air conditioning. Continues to decrease substantial mid-summer heat that's been quenched about several additional nights. Ten minutes later after nine o'clock snagged a tag at dusk's dominant claim or submerge: and midnight three hours in the predictable future taunted a reminder within a spot-light diminutive crescent moon exploiting a fade within the surrounding dimn shadow isolating around it's solar orbit. Semi-short cut, unexpected summon lead a spontanous arrival yet notorious silver mustang's emerge: collashed obedient leverage cracks as iron penitentiary fences mysterious provoked enough to unlock? Four damp consumed 'fire stone' rubber produced black tires squared off a silent instructed park at the rear left side of Westen Hills Institute's sufficient forgotten door. Milestone pebbles rushed a surrendered 'spoked' echo chimed underneath, 'his' (who?) thick steel huskied Timberland boot's bottoms claimed in sync of heading for the addressed and discriminated forgotten door's rusted up door an evolving clock-wise motion that provides a slick opening for 'him' to pivot his essential dark mysterious physical presents that has been volunteered on an important investigation.  From June through September of 169, nineteen men and women, all having been convicted of witchcraft, were carted to Gallows Hill, a barren slope near Salem Village, for hanging. Another man who was over eighty-years was pressed to death under heavy stones for refusing to submit to a trial on witchcraft charges. Hundreds of others faced accusations of witchcraft. Dozens languished in jail for months without trials. Then, almost as soon as it had begun, the hysteria that swept through Puritan Massachusetts ended. Why did this travesty of justice occur? Why did it occur in Salem? Nothing about this tragedy was inevitable. Only an unfortunate combination of an ongoing frontier war, economic conditions, congregational strife, teenage boredom, and personal jealousies can account for the spiraling accusations, trials, and executions that occurred in the spring and summer of 1692. In 1688, John Putnam, one of the most influential elders of Salem Village, invited Samuel Parris, formerly a marginally successful planter and merchant in Barbados, to preach in the Village church. A year later, after negotiations over salary, inflation adjustments, and free firewood, Pariss accepted the job as Village minister. He moved to Salem Village with his wife Elizabeth, his six-year-old daughter Betty, niece Abagail Williams, and his Indian slave Tituba, acquired by Parris in Barbados. The Salem that became the new home of Parris was in the midst of change: a mercantile elite was beginning to develop, prominent people were becoming less willing to assume positions as town leaders, two clans were competing for control of the village and its pulpit, and a debate was raging over how independent Salem Village, tied more to the interior agricultural regions, should be from Salem, a center of sea trade. " but to investigate another hysteria unleashed, again? It is 2011..." Incarceration in Unit-G are revealed to be those who appeared as public threats? Excuse Danvers, on a clear understanding this is an Asylum as in  the oldest campus in the US in Salem it's a Mental Institution. Patients restrained in here were for allegedly attempting suicide, these others were misunderstood as those who cried in hysteria. Dr. Neil Parris resumes an entrance in an opening window-less door, jolted a piss jump without expecting 'a' visitor? Dr. Parris curiously swallowed a screw-size nut flushed down his throat, "uh..hum.." cleared a cough for attention. Comatosed unknown individual patient, is a teenage that had some cloth hiding his or her cealed hues. A vegetable for a patient closer to the one given door Caleb, detective Caleb Danvers revived his revealance---now. Clipboard is returned into it's over head slot over the unknown patient. "Dr. Parris you can relax. Unless your the one who is guilty for all the sudden hysteria, in desperation? You do realize Witchhunts are extinct....don't you?  But then again doc..you can't be that dense right..seeing how your signature is plastered all over these medical charts." his dark strong voice, exhales through an investigated run that was prior or was it under hidden warlock instincts? Dr.Parris is human he wouldn't be able to figure out what Caleb is. Dr. Parris is apart of a generation who placed false lies in order to kill off half of the older families, the one thing Parris discovers is Det. Danvers is an official who is definitely connected to an open case, in which a breeze retrieve for proof he flashed his badge attached to the inner leather sleeve of his wallet. At the in sync sharp evolving pivot around, zooming an assertive observe with his dark sophisticated hues. " detective Danvers..Dr. Parris." he pointed out a hint, doc said nothing but nodded in silence. Just as Caleb assumed, nodding his head reaching towards the exit out into the hall. Enticed (initiated) prespiration dissolved as vast it leaked whilst slick inside Caleb's private words used an induced spell guarding those innocent victims, cleaned of a brutal hysteria "that Witches Do Not Exist." 

Many people think they know what true love is, some people don't believe in true love... and some just abuse the term. I don't think I know everything it is of true love, but in my opinion true love isn't about how hot someone looks and how they're just irresisable. It's about getting to know one another and loving each other's imperfections and learning to grow with one another. It's wanting to be with each other simply because you can't live without the other person. It's when you're willing to put the other person's best interest first before yours even if it hurts you. It's when the other person is your life and without them, you won't know how to survive. It's also when the other person is away, they'll always be in your heart, your mind, your soul. That's why they call it soulmates. Someone you simply refuse to live without... and even if you were forced apart, no other person will ever compare to that person... and even when you are with another person... your true love will be the only person you love the most and no one will ever replace that person from your heart. And I believe that no matter how hard things get trying to live through every moment of life... in the long run, if it's true love than you will be re-united with each other once more... I may be a hopeless romantic and just be thinking that I know what I'm talking about when I really don't... but I just strongly believe that if it's true love, it'll overcome everything and anything and if it was meant to be yours, it'll return to you. What you choose to do with it, well that's up to you.

I post this because it's all about ME *grins*"Perhaps you saw a friend demonstrate a prowess that cast her in a new light. Heck, maybe it was as simple as your friend getting a makeover. Or perhaps that friend was undergoing her own life change, one in which she would no longer be present in your life, compelling you to make your own change to keep her in it, even if it were in a new context." "Just as important: Maybe the change was an internal one. Maybe you realized you were no longer interested in maintaining your status quo. Perhaps you wanted to try new challenges not only in your professional life, but also in your personal one. Or maybe one day something just changed inside you in the way you saw that good friend, causing you to want her to be more than, well, just a friend." "...Often the changes in attitude that are the most powerful are rooted in causes that come from without and within. When that unusual synergy occurs, love is often the result. And take it from me: Love is the one attitude that never goes out of fashion."

first and Foremost I am not America Ferrara or Betty Suarez seeing as Betty is fictional and America is a busy actress who would have no time for such a thing1. no One lines, because most of you don't know the meaning of para I will not rp with Anyone that one lines me Anymore , WHATSOEVER AT ALL, I am MULTI/NOVELLA ONLY if you do anything less then that then Perhaps Rping together will not be a good idea.2. please have proper grammar and spelling,I understand we all make mistakes but please no computer lingo (LOL,ROFL etc that sort of thing) its too difficult to RP when one does typing like that I also don't like when people spell easy words such as "Haft to" instead of Have to, "Shush" for Such and "Toda" for Today COME ON people we're all adults we should all know how to spell ALSO huge thing Punctuation Don't give me an exclamation when you really Mean a Period something like "the two girls went to the mall." should be seen like that not like this "The two girls went to the Mall!!!" Also when speaking in Character quotations should be used not Asterisks  I've never read a book any where that have characters speak like this *Lily went Shopping* NO the Correct character speaking should look like this: "Lily Went Shopping".3. I understand we all have lives but please give me some kind of notice if you have to leave the account and please No ditching me what so ever Its been done to me in alot of other accounts and I really hate it 4. If I send you Pic comments please send some my way I enjoy PC4PC5. if I add you I'll try to send a starter (eventhough suck at them) if You add you send me one6. Keep drama off my Page or I will not only Delete you but I will block you as well bare in mind that once Betty has  a Daniel and other characters to RP with family wise she will be faithful to them. She's a sweet person so no matter what she'll stick by your side if you are nice to her.7. Please do not steal  Betty's Pro or pictures, she has worked hard on it and I more then likely will tell you that you can take the Pictures I have if you ask for them I just don't like stealing it is not cool and it has been done to me on my other account a few times. As far as where I got my Pics go Most of them are from a Google Search and a site I used to belong to8.Betty is In love, That is a given and it's obvious as to who she's in love with she won't cheat on him and she'll only have children with him. She will not adopt so don't ask and don't ask her to Cheat, When she does Have Children (and a reliable Daniel) Please be advised that she won't get pregnant and have the child the very next day That isn't realistic and I like to keep things a bit like Reality.9. I am NO longer accepting Twilight,Vampires or any other Super Natural shit, as a christian I do NOT like any of that and I refuse to RP any of that sort of thing not to mention A Betty is  a human she will ALWAYS be a Human and B the Majority of the Twilight,Vampires,Super Natural shit Rpers that I Have come across are Drama starters Or they Rudely Block me after adding me without even allowing me to introduce myself . I will make an exception, if I know you and we are good Friends and You make it so that our characters can interact without Killing Betty off then Yes I will RP with you other wise Sorry Folks if you are a Super Natural/Vamp character don't bother adding me10. I will Not Adopt a child NOR will I add any children see Number 8 as to why that is 11.. I Delete My Comments after I reply, Why? well because I've had drama on other accounts because of people who snoop on my comments, You don't like it don't add me simple as that and DON'T ask me to NOT delete your comments because well it just isn't gonna happen 12. DO NOT start shit with me on my Statuses,comments, Bulletins etc if you have issues with me Message me we'll work it out DON'T ATTACK me because You don't like My Statuses or what not Hell Delete me from your Friends List I don't care and don't let the Door hit you on the Way out , I assure you that You will NOT be missed.Breaking any of these Rules will find You not only Deleted from my Friends list but more then Likely Blocked as well sorry if this sounds Bitchy but I'm Rather sick of People disobeying me also I should add  that My Real friends have my Back so if for some reason You cause Drama with me they will all stick up for me and if they are on your Friends List Not only will you lose me you'll lose them as well.13. I am Not a Number if You add me TALK to me or you will be deleted.The Writer BehindBetty�

WOTCHER.1. Foremost, have fun!2. I am not a fan of one-liners. No, they simply will not do. I prefer multi-para to novella. Nothing less than three paragraphs. 3. If, by chance, our writers form a connection and we decide to have our characters romantically involved -- remember, it is just role play. While it doesn't mean that I don't care about you as a person, we are NOT "boyfriend and girlfriend." And if your character is not Remus Lupin, it likely won't happen. But, who knows. You may surprise me.4. I love talking out of character, merely ask.5. I despise being badgered for replies. Give me time, damn it. I have a lot going on in real life at the moment.6. Please, don't steal my pictures! Really, this is basic common courtesy. I will fuck your shit UP.7. I am a MATURE role player. Mentions of sex, alcohol, drugs and swearing is very common 'round here. Don't like it? See ya'. Don't let the door hit you in the arse on the way out.8. Really... just don't be a prick and try to be at least semi respectful and we'll get along just fine.Am I aware that these rules are dreadful?Yes, but I have a headache. I don't care too much at the moment.

Here's the sh*t you need to know: I | Out of character I am a really easy person to get along with.  I don't mind chatting for storyline discussions via messages or Discord, but I'm not going to post my Discord, so if you would like it, you'll need to ask me for it. II | When it comes to a storyline, I'm fine with it being dicussed and planned out or just winging it.  I've had amazing storylines and connections that have started both ways, and ultimately I'm fine with whatever. III | You probably already assumed this from my headline, but I'll repeat it again here; yes I am a serious writer.  I tend to lean heavily toward novella, but I do believe in quality over quantity, and my replies tend to jump around a bit, typically depending on what you have sent to me to work with.  My character doesn't always have a lot to say sometimes, so, anywhere from multi-para to novella and whatever is beyond that is my range.  Know that I do not expect you to send me a length that I send to you--write whatever you're inspired to. IV | This is going to be your only warning, because I shed no mercy on virgin ears.  I am a very open writer.  I will pretty much write anything into a storyline, which means that my writing would be rated "R" with a big ass "TRIGGER WARNING" label on it.  I include intense language, violence, torture, crude humor, gore, sexual themes, etc, etc... You get the idea.  If you don't feel comfortable with mature themes then you probably shouldn't write with me.  On that note, don't assume that just because Callix is an incubus that he's going to be looking to f*** your character.  There is a reason Callix is what he is, but if you think he just exists in every storyline looking to take advantage of others, you clearly haven't read what I put up on his character. So, get over yourself, because it's far more likely that Callix won't want anything to do with your character unless he has a specific reason motivating him to interact with them. V | Stealing.  Why would you even think it's okay to do this?VI | This is a drama free zone.  I will tolerate none, zero, nada drama.  I've had enough of that sh*t since 2005.  I'm over it.  If I sense that you are starting it, you're gone.  However, in character drama/role-play drama is totally encouraged.  Makes sh*t interesting.  Feel free to include all the drama and all the angst in storylines. VII | I don't exactly follow the whole "you add, you start" bs.  Yes, I do expect that if you requested me that you send me some kind of initial message or comment to at least start up a plot discussion.  Sometimes though I will go ahead and just message you even if you added me.  Also, I typically prefer messages or Discord for role-play, but ultimately I'm fine with whatever if you feel a particular way about where we write. VIII | Autoing is a big no-no.  I don't even understand why someone would want to do it.  Unless it's a NPC--I don't really care then--or if we are doing a time-skip that we both knew about.  Also, if there is a fight that comes up at some point, be fair about it.  If I throw a few punches, I expect one of them to hit your character, just like if your character threw punches at mine. IX | I am either really speedy or the slowest person on earth with replies. I do have a full time job and a life, so give me some grace if I take a while to reply. X | Keep real life and role-play separate. Why on earth would you take offense to something my character[s] said to your character?  You aren't the one in the role-play, your character is.  Chill. XI | Holy hell, I don't know why I even have to put this, but I will.  I am not any of the people in the pictures or any of the characters on my page.  Why would anyone even think I was?  Anyways, there you have it.  Sorry if I crushed anyone's hopes and dreams.XII | Following the note above, I am not good at editing.  So, most of the images or gifs I use were likely made by someone else.  I usually snag things off of tumblr or Pinterest, so I take no credit for those.  If it's an edit I've made, usually I'll put my URL on it. XIII | Putting Callix in a relationship is not the goal of this profile. I am simply here to write with and support other writers.

Disclaimer: I'm not Elektra nor do I claim to be the woman/model used to portray Elektra. I'm only a fan of both and use the look to portray my characters image. No copyright infringment intended. This is purely fictional entertainment purposes. All the original Images and Photos are copyrighted to the respective Photographers and Artists. (No profit is made from this profile.)  Well I hate too many rules but there are a few things I'm putting up here now, just because of too many misunderstandings and past issues which caused me to add to this list. Sorry for the length, they used to be Much shorter, but please take a few moments to read.  1: My character is NOT in anyway connected to the Elektra: Assassin nor MAX storylines. Come at me thinking I'll play that way and your comment will be ignored. Not playing the Skrull who posed as Elektra either.I prefer Multi Paragraph Roleplay,  one or so paragraphs are all right also so long as I can work with it. If you send me a friend request, please contact me,  if I have requested you I will contact you. I'm not strict on the "You add you start" thing so long as we come to an agreement on who starts. Multi Para is all right as long as it doesn't go past 10 or so paragraphs. I don't have time to reply to comments that long with an equally long reply, I'm busy in real life and just don't have the time for it, Sorry. Write what you are comfortable writing with no expectations of equal reply if it's past the previously stated amount. No one liners.I roleplay novel style, meaning a third person action. If I write a longer portion than you normally would write, please by all means don't feel pressured to reply with an equal amount, write whatever you feel comfortable with. I prefer Comments or Blogs for Roleplay. Groups, blog or forum for multiple character storylines.Note: I will not be roleplaying with mutliples of one character, meaning if I already have an established storyline and trustworthy connection with a Spider Man, Faith Lehane, James Bond, Bugsbunny, Catwoman, Bullseye etc, I may not find the need for more of that character. I will Not Add anyone using the same playby as I do, nor will I keep anyone around on my friends list who decides to use it. Monkey see monkey do doesn't go with me. Also if you have a friend playing the same character or using the same playby, odds are I won't keep you around, they steal through you, that is if your not stealing for them. Call me paranoid if you want, I'm not going through that issue Again.There are many people who create profiles of characters and only make these characters to try to cause a rift for others roleplayers who have been more established. It's a disgrace to not only the character they butcher, but also the people whose time is wasted by these "Butchers." If you are one of those types, by all means accept the fact you are for one, lame, and secondly need a hobby other than attempts on imitating people and causing drama. Do yourself and everyone else a favor, stick to characters you know and can actually properly portray. Of course there are always people who wish to play the same characters, not saying anything against them. So don't mistake what is written above.2: Don't godmode me in a fight, you take your hits and I'll take mine. Fight fair and I'll RP with you, otherwise don't bother with me. If an occurance of it shall arise, I'll give you a fair warning if I feel you are godmoding and an explaination as to why.  3: Please use proper grammar... It's not my biggest rule but no netspeak like ''Ur'' instead of spelling out ''You are'' in Roleplay.  The occassional typo or mispelled word doesn't bother me. It happens.  4: Love interest: When in a relationship, Elektra will be faithful to that man and him alone, I will not have more than one Love interest storyline. My character normally isn't much of the relationship type. Elektra is not a whore, so don't treat her like one.  Also, I do not play her as stuck in love with Daredevil aka Matt Murdock, she cares for him still but is not pining after him. I like to think outside of the box for unique character connections. Also, Elektra is straight, no female love interests. (Despite the recent MAX butchery of what is supposed to be Elektra.) Sorry ladies.5: I will Roleplay with anyone, it doesn't matter which verse or genre your character is from. I'm flexible on fitting my character into just about any verse. But if I don't know your character or setting, please just send me a bit of info on it. Also, I won't judge you're rp, so long as it isn't complete butchery, (which is a pet peeve of mine) meaning if you choose to have your character married, with kids etc, or even with it written in your name or whatever I couldn't care less. It's Your character. 6: If you are one of those people that flood the journals with repeated pointless messages to someone, you get deleted. Simple as that. I don't want to see one name across the bulletin board. It's annoying. 7: Do not steal my pictures. I edited them all myself to be different from the original version of the pictures, and they are tagged and watermarked. And for those who don't know what the numbers tagged onto peoples pictures are, they are friend I.D. numbers, same as tagging a name on it, for instance, mine is from SM is 16702 like on all my pictures along with my url name. If I find someone using any of my photos without my permission and refuse to remove them when I ask, I will report you for stealing my work. Since the pictures I have edited and or created have my tagged signature on them. Consider them my ''Fan Art'' meaning they're mine. Also keep in mind I know my own work when I see it.8: There are a few select exception on these two: Talking to me in OOC, I prefer not to with most people, I prefer to keep it at a minimum for the most part. Speaking in OOC to discuss storylines are fine. And lets just try to keep away from all the drama okay? OOC in messages only, RP in comments please.9: Do not copy or immitate my characters Story, Bio and Appearance. I am the original person to use this look as Elektra and have done so for years. Proof of it also. My story is mostly 'Based' off the Marvel character, the story does not exactly match to any one of the comics. It's my own original blend idea, kind of like a 'What If' story made by me which includes (sometimes) the movie verse. And don't go around saying you've just come up with the idea of look and/or story on your own that just so happens to be like mine, because we all know its a lie and that you're just a copycat thats too lame to get your own ideas.10: Rumors, lies, drama... Take it someplace else. Don't want to see it, don't want to hear it. 11: Not really a rule, but I regularly clean out my friends list. Anyone who sits around on my list for a very long period of time with no intention of rping with me I delete. It's not personal I just don't see the point of having a ton of unknown people on my profile for no reason. Also, if you've actually read all of this, when signing name your favorite weapon, like 9mm, sword, sai, knife ect.Have patients with me through the week, if I can't get to your comment or message right away it's just because I'm very busy during the weekdays,  I do have a real life I need to tend to. But I will reply to messages through the week. The weekends are usually my time when I can catch up on RP replies so you may have more than a few days before I get to your reply. Thanks for reading.   ----]-- Elektra.� {The Original R.M. as Elektra Rper.}

Jason's Apartment      

Bourne Enterprises Main Head Quarters & Offices WELCOME TO  BOURNE ENTERPRISES  Bourne Enterprises (Formerly kept hidden falsely belonging to a secretive agency) Bourne Enterprises is owned by billionaire Jason Bourne and run by his business manager Lucius Fox. It was founded by merchant ancestors of the Bourne/Webb family in the 17th century.In addition to providing an income for Bourne, the various activities of the organization help facilitate his Bourne activities.Company HistoryBeginnings and Bourne CorpBased in New York City, Bourne Corp was found in the seventeenth century as a merchant house, eventually becoming a large multinational conglomerate. The company opened new subsidiaries, such as Bourne Shipping, Bourne Chemicals and Bourne Aerospace, while shutting down others, such as Bourne Manufacturing. BranchesBourne TechnologiesBourne Technologies, also Known as Bourne/Scorpio Tech , is the biggest division of Bourne Enterprises. It is involved in the retrieval and research of alien technology. Its main rival is LexCorp. The subsidiary is sometimes used by Bourne as a means to aquire new technologies or to use the medical facilities.Other subsidiaries of BourneTech include: Holt Holdings Inc., (the company formerly owned by Michael Holt, Bourne Biotech, Bourne Pharmaceuticals, and Bourne Healthcare, which runs New York City's healthcare system.Bourne BiotechBourne Biotech is the company mostly responsible for the New York City healthcare system. The company itself is a facility for researching and developing new medical procedures and systems. It also trains and teaches a huge number of people annually. Bourne Chemicals and Bourne Pharmaceuticals work closely with Bourne Biotech to develop medicines for different diseases.The current research at Bourne Biotech is focused on finding the cure for cancer. Since the human genome has already been unlocked, Bourne Biotech is studying cloning to produce organs for future transplants. The company is involved in research into brain surgery methods, the fight against AIDS and HIV , and reconstructive plastic surgery. Bourne uses Bourne Biotech as a research tool for finding medical information, patient histories and information on illnesses.Bourne FoodsBourne Foods is a little known subsidiary of BourneTech mostly baased in New York City. It runs farms and cattle ranches in Midwest United States, and imports beef from Argentina and other countries. Bourne Foods produces specialized products like ecological foods and natural lines with no additives and controlled growing. Bourne uses Bourne Foods as a means to keep tabs on the food produce market. In recent times, Bourne Foods has concentrated development efforts on organic produce, as a result of changing fashion and consumer demand.Bourne ShippingBourne Shipping owns dozens of freighters and handles three and a half billion tons of freight each month and is used by Bourne to gain ain inside view on smuggling and drug trafficking. In 1986 Bourne Shipping merged with PAAL Ship Corporation, creating the worlds largest commercial shipping operation for precious metals. The former PAAL CEO, Andreas Milanic, successfully floated Bourne Shipping on the New York Stock Exchange in 1988. The Bourne /Scorpio Family currently owns 57% of the company, with Milanics second son Dragoslav, owing 20% (with the remaining 23% in public ownership). Despite a lack of investment in Bourne Shipping since the merger took place, the company still remains an important player in world ocean transportation.Bourne SteelBourne Steel is one of the oldest steel mills and metal refineries in New York and supplies steel for shipbuilding. It also studies and replicates alien technology. This also led to Bourne getting priority on technology and alloys for him to study. Bourne Steel's alliance with the US Navy and the government has produced numerous contacts for Bourne Enterprises.Bourne ShipbuildingBourne Yards is responsible for the building of a large number if naval warships, commercial, and private ships and is currently building a Nimitz class aircraft carrier in New York. BourneSteel and BourneYards facilities repair a large number of cruises and destroyers and also has contacts with upper pylons of the Navy and the global maritime business.Bourne AerospaceBourne Aerospace builds luxurious and exclusive corporate and private jets and airliners. Its experimental aviation branch produces experimental and research planes built for the United States government and NASA. The military aviation branch designs and manufactures jet fighters and helicopters for the US military. The most notable models of these are the W-4 Wraith fighter and the Kestrel attack helicopter. Bourne Aerospace maintains competition with other aerospace corporations like Ferris Air and LexAir.Bourne Chemicals Bourne Chemicals controls Bourne Oil, Bourne Pharmaceuticals and Bourne Botanical. Bourne Chemicals also has a small percentage of ownership of Tyler Chemicals, based in New York City. Bourne Chemicals is primarily a research and development firm. Bourne Oil researches petrochemicals and alternative fuel sources. Bourne Chemicals is the first company to have created a power generator using algae. Bourne Pharmaceuticals is another one of Bourne Chemicals' research and development branches.Bourne IndustriesBourne Industries is a research and development company used for industrial purposes. The company studies, researches and develops cleaner, mechanical fission and fusion power plants and also owns many factories and normal labor units, from manufacturing cars to making cloth and so on. Bourne Mining is also a part of Bourne Industries, along with the few power stations the company owns. Bourne Mining mostly produces gold and some precious stones in Africa. 

Jason Bourne had left New York in search of his parents..to only find Day 1..Ship hit the docks along the harbour, the docks, buildings were all blown to shreds. Bodies layed on the ground. Jason got off the ship and looked around at all the mess, the death of everyone whom had once lived here was great and strong..dropping his bag, the one bag he carried with him and drops it to the side. He heard a sound from a near by alley way. Alert and prepared, Jason heads for the alley way to see what it was, his gun out ready to make fire, to only find it was a stray dog around a dumpster. He brings his gun down to the side and starts to make his journey in search of findings...Some buildings were still in one piece but the majority of them were broken down, blown to pieces, looked like nobody has lived in the old city for years. Old city that was a day away from England. Many cared not to know this one still exists , mostly because of the Government hiding secrets that existed but wish for the public eye to not know.::Taking his cell phone from his pocket...decides to make a phone call..made sure the number is unknown and untraceable. When Jason spoke into the phone, he spoke Russian, something he knew among many other abilities, was able to speak in many languages. More of demanding tone of voice in the words he chose when speaking over the phone. When he was finished he flips his phone hanging up.::----- In New York ---FBI and CIA working on finding out where Jason Bourne had taking off too. A few of them pulled up the screens to see if he could be found in the US. No trace of him what so ever, some of the FBI worked with Jason undercover, the rest were frauds and were afraid of their identities and secrets being brought fourth.Chief Pam Landy: "....We need to find someone! Jason Charles Bourne!..."Assistants get on computers and start searchingChief Pam Landy:..."he's retracing more of his steps, looking for something, we need to know what it is . He is the toughest target you've ever trapped. He's really good at staying alive. And trying to kill him and failing...just pisses him off. He has the skills of a dangerous or thee dangerous man. Trained. Conditioned. Built to disappear. The governments top agent and he knows all the rules, the dirty secrets. When he finds what he wants and has been searching, he is going to rebel. He has already been playing their game ...on his terms.."Pam Landy spoke back and forth to other Agents questioning her about this.She is a CIA Deputy Director and Task Force Chief. Recently she has been expose to a project known as covert operation known as Treadstone and as a result met a former spook by the name of Jason Bourne. Although she has never met him face to face Jason has been a great help for her to expose to upper management in the CIA some classified and dark moments in the previous history Mike Doyle: "We have something Landy....he his going to find his parents...it is not going to be good on anyone's part if he finds out the truth..what happened to them.."Pam Landy : "Is there a file on this?" -she asks- -----Outside of England-------------Jason continues to search to find answers--Jason continues to search to find answers...the agents , government had no clue where he was going or was up to. Before Jason had made his way to New York, something had happened, but that is not a important issue with Jason at the moment. He heard a voice speak to him, he had to continue on walking in the streets , they had fallen dark, because night was coming as the sun starts to set.-"Doubt you can do anything to make me with that I was never born, compared to what was done years ago."-He ignore the rest of it , he showed no sign of fear for what was heard.-

Now Head of the CIA's Operation Treadstone.Bourne is looking for those worthy to join his new team.*Operation Treadstone*Is a top secret CIA black ops program, which now is owned and runned by Jason Bourne, recently the program before, taking over by Bourne, recruited only U.S. Service members to turn them into assassins. It used a behavior-modification program to break down the assassin's morality and make them effective killing machines. After the morality break down, presumably, the assassins recieved advanced training in sniping, hand to hand combat, and tradecraft. Jason Bourne was the last surviving member of Treadstone, and it belongs to him. But now a new team will be made and brought fourth. All will be working on this team, not just assassins.If you want to join, we will talk, see if you have what it takes. To learn more of the Operation Treadstone, what has changed and what will be going up against , message me

(part 1)Everyone has lived a typical normal life--Jason did, before he lost it all. Living proof of you must not be ignorant in who you trust. What if you forgot everything? You live moment to moment. So you search for the truth. But the truth is worse than ignorance. There's nowhere to go. But you find the comfort that you crave--and lose it just as fast as you had it. Gone. The past is resurrected, a new game plan. New enemies. One apology. In terms on how to put four years of your whole life forgotten. How it started?His Identity erased. His past stolen. It started when Jason Bourne was being pulled out of the Mediterranean Sea by an Italian fisherman. He had no clue of his own identity, or from where his gunshot wounds came from. He found out there is a bank account number implanted into his hip and realizes he can trust no one.Jason Bourne thought he had no identity or background, realizes he possesses extraordinary talents in fighting, self defense and linguistics. He had offered a gypsy $10,000 for a ride to paris to discover who he really is and why so many people wanted him dead. Jason races to unlock the secret of his own identity and discovers that he's an elite government agent, once was their top agent, a 30 million dolllar weapon the government no longer trusts-is what he was labeled, becoming their number one target.One time when I couldn't remember a damn thing about who I am...but he could tell anyone the license plates numbers of all six cars lined up anywhere he would be standing, or sitting.(Part 2)Sitting in a coffee shop, he could tell that there are some waitresses left handed, and a random guy standing up at the counter weighs 250 pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to find a gun is the cab of the grey truck outside--and at this altitude I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How cand I know that?...and not know who I am?: That was a brain rememberance, a flashback that appeared consistantly, among others all the time, no matter where Jason would be. Even though his life now, was coming back together. Along the way, he regained ownership of his families Multibillion dollar worldwide company, BourneEnterprises. Jason also has a double life, due to what the past has circumstances of his life--but very few would know about it. Now living in Metropolis as the cities new residence. Bourne had found himself drawn to a night club here in Metropolis called Club Zero, now he had settled in a black leather bound bar stool, by the bar. Jason's physical appearance, is about 6ft. 1, deep blue eyes-about an indigo blue. Sometimes dark brown hair--naturally, well built in his phsyic appearance from his broad shoulders, to strong arms, and his torso along such as his abs, however those were exposed as of right now. But his black leather jacket was tossed at the back of his chair he sat in. Wearing a dark blue, short sleeve short--a pair of black jeans, no one would assume that he had alot of money--difference between him and others, he never flaunts it. Proned to living two different kinds of life-styles so he was mutual, his own way of thinking--more of rebel like, headstrong.--he was a mystery of his own that isn't often shared with others. For a Tuesday night, Club Zero seemed to be so so with the business of other customers coming in and going. Jason rested his forearms against the edge of the bar, while he was on his second 12 oz half empty glass of brand. Daily News Planet Headliner : New Emerging Billion Dollar Company, Makes a New Settlement in the Metropolis City. (Part 1)Bourne Enterprises (Formerly kept hidden, belonging to a secretive agency/organization) Bourne Enterprises is owned by billionaire Jason C. Bourne. Main Head Quarters are based in New York City, Bourne Corp was found in the seventeenth century as a merchant house, eventually becoming a large multinational conglomerate. In addition to providing an income for Bourne, the various activites of the organization help facilitate his Bourne activities. Therefore he has a separate life besides just running a prestigious company. A apart from being once as the government's top agent--to being there number one hard to track down target. Described as the United States Government Property, of what they made him to be--what they put inside of him? A malfunctioning 30 million dollar weapon--using his abilities for other means. But much is unsaid of that aspect of Jason, perhaps what is heard or said and known about him. However--back to Bourne Enterprises, new emerging Divisions arising here in the Metropolis area.　The company opened new subsidiaries, such as Bourne Shipping, Bourne Chemicals and Bourne Aerospace.Daily News Planet Headliner : New Emerging Billion Dollar Company, Makes a New Settlement in the Metropolis City. (Part 2)Other BourneEnterprise branches located in defined nation wide located areas are, Bourne Technologies :subsidiaries for this branch are "Bourne Biotech :Owned & runned by Tess Mercer: Bourne Pharmaceuticals, and Bourne Healthcare which runs New YorkCity's healthcare system. Continuance of branches. Bourne Foods, Bourne Shipping, Bourne Steel, BourneYards, Bourne Aerospace, Bourne Chemicals. Bourne Industries , Bourne Medical., Bourne Electronics, Bourne Entertainment. Many of these are withheld in other countries besides the United States alone. Sources say if other merging companies want a share you contact the new offices being settled here in the Metropolis area.　Part One.Jason also has a double life, due to what the past has circumstances of his life--but very few would know about it. Now living in Metropolis as the cities new residence. Bourne had found himself drawn to a night club here in Metropolis called Club Zero, now he had settled in a black leather bound bar stool, by the bar. Jason's physical appearance, is about 6ft. 1, deep blue eyes-about an indigo blue. Sometimes dark brown hair--naturally, well built in his phsyic appearance from his broad shoulders, to strong arms, and his torso along such as his abs, however those were exposed as of right now. But his black leather jacket was tossed at the back of his chair he sat in. Wearing a dark blue, short sleeve short--a pair of black jeans, no one would assume that he had alot of money--difference between him and others, he never flaunts it. Proned to living two different kinds of life-styles so he was mutual, his own way of thinking--more of rebel like, headstrong.--he was a mystery of his own that isn't often shared with others. For a Tuesday night, Club Zero seemed to be so so with the business of other customers coming in and going. Jason rested his forearms against the edge of the bar, while he was on his second 12 oz half empty glass of brandy. Casually, Jason would observe Club Zero, casting his pure blue eyes around the nightclub. The first couple of nights, that he had returned? To Metropolis had been nothing but interesting, but Jason was use to the un-norm, check his past status.Part 2It was known that his buisness partner was brought in merge with his company, Tess Mercer who runs LutherCorp. Also he had made a deal--business deal, that she could run BourneBiotech. Many flashbacks of his past--have indicated several scenic places here in Kansas, moreso this particular city, much of Jason's identity had returned, but some remained vague. Due to what "they" put inside of him, he had his senses heightened--another double life that remains a mystery--to a few not, but most it did. :Operation Treadstone: Alot is said, or known about it--or maybe none at all, a Black Ops division that is top secret of the CIA but this time, it's different. Jason Bourne, had returned it--but before Bourne took it over. Treadstone once recruited only U.S. Service members to turn them into assassins. It used a behavior-modification program to break down the assassin's morality and make them effective killing machines. After the morality break down, presumably, the assassins recieved advanced training in sniping, hand to hand combat, and tradecraft. Jason Bourne was the last surviving member of Treadstone--a new team was brought fourth, always new members will be brought in, certain members that is. It still is top secret, and black ops program--even those in the CIA are not known to much about it, due to the recent incident in Jason's past life, of his whole identity being erased. Closely, he heard the sound of a bar being pulled out beside him, a young woman had pulled out. The bartender cast a hintful questionable look in his eyes, as he looked towards Jason to see if he wanted a refill since he was there. "Not this time Lloyd, a jack for a change up." Jason replied, with a semi smirk at the side of his manly lips. His voice was deep, very masculain, but smooth at the same time.Of course--it wouldn't be to much of a secret, for Bourne to be known, he was a number one target at one time right? A wiff of ciggrette smoke, taunted his own taste buds and could use a cigarett right now, had a pack. Jason's atention was caught as he heard a man's voice on the right of him.

Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.Land isolated, remained protected from the rest of the country-dealing with a zombie assault on Pittsburgh , Pennsylvania, where a feudal like government exists. The survivors have fled to the city. The city is protected on three sides by three rivers and on the other by an electric barricade.Some time ago, a catastrophe destroyed much of human civilization. The recently dead, for an unknown reason, had returned to life and took the lives of the living. These "stenches" multiplied rapidly by adding to their ranks with every new victim. Several years later, the dead greatly outnumber the living. Many of the living in the vicinity have fled to the city of Pittsburgh , Pennsylvania, where a feudal-like government has taken hold.　Bordered on three sides by a three rivers and on the other by an electric barricade, the city has become a sanctuary against the undead threat. "Fiddler's Green", the center of this city, is where the rich and powerful live in luxury while the rest of the population in the city lives in poverty. Gen. Paul Kaufman rules the city with a fucken iron fist and overwhelming firepower.Gen. Kaufman financed the construction of Dead Reckoning, a heavily armored vehicle that can venture out into the world of the dead with relative ease. Armed with remote-controlled external heavy machine guns and video cameras to spot zombies on the sides, Dead Reckoning primarily functions as a moving fireworkds display base: zombies are fascinated by fireworks, and just like humans, will stare gaping at them while ignoring the humans moving through the streets around them. Unlike Gen. Kaufman, Denbo is respected by the citizens of the city for his work in protecting them from danger, as well as bringing them critical food and medical supplies, things which they can no longer acquire for themselves. This is the purpose of the "Dead Reckoning," and the teams that accompany it.  Music Playlist at MixPod.com---------------------------Black Ops A.Secondary BI Subdivision Computron Tech. Corporation reem'd Co-Op's ordeal production. Advanced networking development and IT communications company, combined voice, data, video, and wireless communications on a secre IP platform is transforming the way the world communicates--it's primarily sourceful in purpose usage and gain trust in the Military services, CIA-FBI offical and unoffical Secret Ops divisions' unheard about in the society's acknowledgement. Serves this Company provides expands providance to what it creates. Much remains unspoken--due to it's dark usage into the privare forces accessed for Black Ops, an' all of it's base-camps staked in original locations. --Location A is main base camp for Black Ops aka Covert Ops, or Special Forces Team {S.W.A.T}. Great Basin, Nevada described as your typical military landscape, extended wide-spread out grands, underground hidden passages underneath solid grounds-'Our missionaries work around the clock, without quit.' Jason's heavy dominant feel, slushed stomped through mucky sewer waters' contaminating inner ground tunnels. Sanctioned by steel black worker boots-black camaflauge pants' roughly-claimed snaked from around his broaden waist. Narrowing down each pant's until over lap his boots-mud spatters paint the material covering his knees. Loud engine sounds aggressively echoed above ground level whil'st Stryker vehicles zoom by--some vast speed other's crept. Steed rumbling reflected in sound barriers within the barcades. Sweat accumulated sheer layers unrestrictable claimed over his muscular upper-torso-exposed due to the only material warn is a black muscle shirt. Silver metal chains hung down freely, centered ontop middle core of his moistened bared shirt. Hidden Glock. .32 snuck underneath his left pant's leg. Each clipped to the back of his black belt, easily connected to other data -strategically able to interact through micro chips, wireless pieces."-Bourne, Shit a repeat of Raccoon City happened...again. In Pittsburgh." General Mills. called a secondary catastrophic even outbreak, destroyed much of it's humanity. Identical to that of Raccoon City. Many of the living in the vicinity have fled to the city of Pittsburgh, where a feudal-like government has taken hold. Bordered on three sides by a three rivers and on the other by electric barricade, the city has become a sanctuary against the undead threat. --------------------------Meanwhile.Welcome To an Identical Raccoon City!...."I'm cursed! Yes, that's what it is. I'm cursed by these damn outbreaks all over the world, happening and being covered up by the Government and the oh so famous Umbrella Corporation, who has lost a lot of millions of dollars trying to keep their bio-organic weapons on the low side. Specially, their zombie outbreaks. Stupid corporations, stupid Viruses..."Second Floor, Mark was already checking out room number 203. Three rooms already had been inspected and nothing was out of the oridinary. He continue to walk exploring ready to shoot anything that move. Where was their back up? They should be arriving soon, he told himself trying to ease the tension around his shoulders and stress. How did he ever get into this Job anyways? It all started six years ago after losing his wife and kids to one of those small out breaks in a small town located in Texas, no one gives a damn about deserted Towns...Mark shook his head as he walk inside a baby crib. This baby crib still had the toy singing this sweet soft lullaby. "Fuck..." there were babies running around here infected? How fucked up was that? Really fucked up if you ask me. This had to stop, who ever was causing this viral out break will soon get what's coming to them even if that's the last thing Mark ever did in his life! Swallowing hard, he heard a noise behind him. Heavy breathing following by the crack that the wooden floor made beneath him. The gas Mask made it difficult to see. Therefore, he slowly, oh so slowly turn around and was in shock when he saw a woman in her late thirties cover in blood. "ma'am, we're here to help you" Mark said softly but it was too late. Ammo flew out his weapon in matter of seconds. The woman's body collapse on the ground making a loud tumbling thud. "Mission Aborted! Mission Aborted!" Mark panics as he recall seeing his dead wife dying in the hands of his 10year old son. Two little babies were dead on the sofa, half eaten! It was too much to take.Jill heard the voice of Mark and quickly rose her head up and saw two shadows running down the stairs. Was it her comrades or zombies? Hard to tell, shadows cover the two person's running down the stairs. In matter of a blink of an eye, they roll down the stairs and blood splatter all over the wall. "Jill, let's get the hell out of here! This isn't your ordinary out break---!" That's all Mark manage to say as a zombie-creature like attacked him from behind and began eating the flesh from his neck ripping out flesh while blood oozes down the zombie's mouth! Jill quickly began to shoot it's direction / Both Mark and the Zombie roll down the stairs dead. Terrified, she ran over to her comrade to help him but he was already gone. "J.J. !!!! EVERYONE!?!?!??! Where are you GUYS! WHERE ?" She took off her Gas mask, and her blond hair was in a pony tail but some small strands of her hair got in her eyes. "LUKE!!?? ROBERT!?!?!??!?!" There was no sign of anyone else being alive...It was a long way down to the Lobby area. Would she make it out alive? Would any remaining survivors make it out alive from this Horror Corrupt Town of the dead? Or would back up arrive soon? She looked up and only saw darkness. Her body felt weak but at the same time strong. Darkness surrounded her. The flashlight on her weapon was turned off that way she didn't cause too much attention to herself. She saw some light coming from under a door? Should she go in or wait where she stands?The stairs to the lobby weren't ' far from where she was however, she couldn't tell because it was dark. What to do? Jill aim her weapon and turn on the flashlight ready to kill anything that came her way, without hesitation/ She looked emotionless and cold, but this is how you get once you have been through this before.　In another Corner of the City...Denbo discovered that the man he got a car from, Chihuaha is responsible for the car's disappearance. Denbo then discovers Chihuahua trying to feed Slack, a hooker to zombies. Angered at this Riley, and Charlie save Slack and kill the man Riley was to get his car from so he could travel out of the Green. The three are soon arrested and taken to jail, where Slack reveals she was to be killed by zombies on Kaufman's orders, because she is actually an agent for Mulligan. Mulligan is an Irishman who once worked with Riley, but now has turned against Kaufman's class society and is tryign to gather rebels among the poor. Part of his anger may be that he has no way, aside from Riley's supplies, to gain antibiotics for his infirm son.Meanwhile, Cholo DeMora the second in comman of the Dead Reckoning team, having turned down by Kaufman from buying an apartment in Fiddler's Green has gone renegade. Having his dreams shattered by Kaufman - for whom he has been secretly employed (among his tasks the disposal of the corpses of Kaufman's murdered enemies) - Cholo is out to even the score. He threatens to destroy Fiddler's Green with the Dead Reckoning, which he manages to hijack the vehicle, along with Pretty Boy, Mouse, Anchor, and Foxy who all believe in his cause. His threat stands unless his demands are met. Zombies attack as he is leaving, but Cholo doesn't care and orders his crew to drive away without intervening, Kaufman turns to Riley to stop Cholo from exacting his revenge. He is assigned three other officers, Manolete , Motown and Pillsbury , all of whom work for Kaufman and provide escort. After Manolete is bitten, Riley interrogates the other two, making his position quite clear to them. He has a tracking device, so that he knows where to find the "Dead Reckoning." They get there, and wait. He goes only with Charlie, leaving the other three behind. Motown wants to stop him, but Pillsbury betrays her and knocks her out, then gives Slack safe escort to follow Riley. When Riley finally catches Cholo, he is very nearly killed by him, while the crew caught in the crossfire, including Slack who moves for Riley's defense. Motown arrives, and is attacked by a zombie. Her death provides a distraction, so Riley shuts down Dead Reckoning's ability to use its weapons. With that, Riley convinces him to allow him to take Dead Reckoning and leave the city to head north. Cholo elects to take the Woody, an old GM station wagon with out a roof, and to go west, Foxy decides to go with him, however shortly after this Cholo is bitten by a zombie. Cholo leaves for the city, wanting to finish off Kauffman, Foxy takes the Woody and drives him to the entrance, before heading to Cleveland. During this , Riley and his crew then notice fires in the city and head back to try and save the city.Meanwhile, zombies seem to have resumed aspects of their past lives: a former brass band blows ineffectively on their aging horns, a cheerleader carries her pompoms, a dead couple walk hand-in-hand. A leader has risen among their ranks; "Big Daddy" a former gas station owner who continues to amble out to the pumps ever time a fellow zombie causes the bell to ring, takes center stage as the leader of the undead. Unusually aware and intelligent, Big daddy directs some of his fellow zombies to use firearms and overcome the more rudimentary human defenses. The zombies are beginning to learn, adapt, and even communicate with primitive moans and grunts. In retaliation for the constant raids carried out by Dead Reckoning, Big Daddy ultimately leads the zombies in a massive assault on the human city when he realizes that the zombies can simply walk on the bottom of the riverbed underneath the water to reach the humans. The center of the carnage takes place at Fiddler's Green. Kaufman witnesses his kingdom coming to pieces before his very eyes as the zombies overcome the humans in a bloody massacre. As the zombies overtake the city, the humans discover that the electric fence defenses previously used to keep the zombies out have now become a wall to keep them in.　-----------Black Ops Arrives. - back up.Black Stryker vehicles stampeed rapidly down abandoned and blood painted woods, leading towards the bordered City. A city now in the slumps, in which now deteriorated by an notorious identical deadly toxin spill-that had occurred nearly decades ago. 'Raccoon City, right? A city in the United States. This time ultimately became this one---and its outlying areas house several bionengineering laboratories belonging to the Umbrella Corporation and Kaufman's Fiddler's Green. These laboratories conducted by Scientists who developed viruses that can mutate humans and animals into zombie-like creatures. One of the laboratories, still reamins 'the Hive.' , it is located underneath the city's grounds and is the producer of the G-Virus. These Viruses are the plot devices driving the story behind the games, sabotage an security failures have unleashed these viruses and infected creatures, humans throughout the proximitiy an' a vial threat to spread an entire country.'Fucking imagine-predictions stand correct on traces and logical evidence leading on Judgment Day, proceeds? Threatens Our Continent? It's said first target is California-then we have armies of deadly robots aka machines and toxic consumed zombies ruling over the fucking world. Black Ops has it's share of abnormal assignments slab they are enforced to take on an get it done, until the end. No matter who or what is left through this'. -Effectively Jason narrowed his semi-dark brows, sophisticatedly his ocean blue hues remained settled in determined mode on the destructed city-before him. Combusted, deteriorated, blood splatter painted each crack, stone , dust of dirt as the plains had surrendered to it's evil spill to the sharded grounds. Scent steamed venging death as a dominant aroma-a turmoil fume-as though earth's natural cleansing was permanently destroyed. Creak immediately forged a command in sync control as a Black Blazer's brakes were haulted. Inches from steel electrical fences-bordering off from the rest of the Country, by the government's military forces.　Specialize gas masks for them to keep from breathing the deadly toxins facading the City and it's residense, corrupted by the posion or not. Loaded in each of these Military trucks, that were already driving through were equipped. Boxes filled with artilery guns, carronade, howitzer, tank gun. Autocannon: chain gun, gatling gun, minigun, mitraileuse, grenade launcher machine gun, squad automatic weapon. Pleanty of handguns, to go around for extra backup, like a few captive bolt pistol, hand cannon, machine pistol, howdah pistol, revolver, arquesbus, bunderbuss, few sniper rifles, combat shot guns, submachine guns, the works.Stryker vehicle A slammed on it's breaks, permitting three men to jump out of the back. Prepared as explained prior, intact standard procedures heading out with their weapons to begin clearing out the devestation. Keeping alert for any innocent standbys who weren't corrupted by the virus...yet. Max is the last to jump out of this truck, steel boats hit the ground. He wasn't human not even damn close-vampire roughly 300 years old. Mexican descendent , he was use to these sorts of mission, hell no it wasn't his first choice. Shit blowing shit up always gets blood boiling. "Aight' amigo' we've entered through thee East Expo ditch. Four men are on procedure to guard the survillance gates back up. Others are already out on da' hunt , see you round partner." Max's apparent hispanic accent, returned a heads up.A walkie-talkie, he clipped back on to his belt around his waist. He disgusted scrunched his brows-the stench smell worse the vomit and shit mixed. It's ten time worse when ya' a bein' of enhanced sense. "Son'a biotch. LET"S get this shit cleared out. Show these magot bitoches' who's boss!" He bellows out, commanding a few men he had surrounding the truck. Shadows swamped through a nearby alley way. Groans, growls increased as a steed of zombies come chumping away at their teeth. Flesh torn off their faces, stomachs gutted out, blood spattered on brick walls. Max's expression? 'fuck this' cocked squad automatic weapon, it swallowed the bullets injected. Targetting each meat head, bullets spit through the barrel rapidly. Lodging through their head's causing them to explode and brain matter scatters it's trace everywhere.Meanwhile....On the otherside of the city an abandoned building had seemingly undergone a deadly threat. While Jill was inside downstairs, stricken in a state of coldness. Frozen perhaps in fear of unsure what to do? Discretely as an increasing, rumbling sound only massive vehicles conduct is heard. Rapidly it's superior engine sound approachs and WHAM! Concrete beams, shreds of a wall combusted forcefully inward, steel gutter of a Stryker Military truck's front end was aggressively collashed through the buildings' wall. 　　Dust swamps a massive cloud of dirt accumulated of this head on collision crash. A sheer metal sound is heard echoing from an abrupt left of the truck, it's driver's side door is kicked open. Jason's manly feet, protected by thick steel boats on each one, hit the pile of rubble. Wrapped around his male broad waist, is a weaponary belt,-black and shielded combat shot guns were attached. Brutually revolved his entire attention on two zombies, instantly cocked his concealed firearm. Amo is fired and darted through the short space an' longed in their dead heads. Aggressively their heads exploded while the bullets combusted inside each brain. Both zombies struggled and jolt before landed to the ground. Vaguely breathing,-whil'st intentional drenal blood rush kicked in. Jason's mascular chest faintly moves, at the same time his normal breathes are short lived. Lowering his gun to his side, both hands were shielded by black gloves. Immediately injecting the gun face down back into his belt, meanwhile at the same time rushed to the blonde's side. From what he could briefly observe is 'Jill Valentine' the Chief had mentioned to him, in brief detail. Agt. Bourne had his own priorities of researching specific individual on his own. 'his own mysterious tricks' however it remained sealed as a prime aspect of his demeanor shadowed about him. "Come on, lets get you the hell out of here. We've got enough vehicles, providing a sancuatized spot to hide if needed." He had a strong, dominant-masculin voice. Deep dominant tone-a natural sound he couldn't help it-a hint of alluring mysterious-head strong persona, illuminated his presence. Yet he remained calm, for Jill so she would be afraid. He gesturely nodded in a secure direction to get her out of this building, towards the trucks only opening. Armed with remote-controlled external heavy machine guns and video cameras to detect footage of zombies.　.............Let the hunt continue......The strategic weapons to destroy it's deadly inhabitants are furnished an' stored secretly somewhere inside. Although what's unknown of the restricted weapons, carried in the bounds of his Blazer's trunk---and BlackOps' , discrete Jeeps "Stryker Vehicles." - No survivors are discovered or seen in it's ruins, although traces of the T- and G- viruses can be uncovered. As a result, the city is declared a restricted area and a biological hazard. An infrastructure largely funded by the Government. Similar to the Hive existing as a secret underground laboratory under the city. Housing more than 500 employees, the facility has an artificial intelligence, the Red Queen, controlling it's security . Similar to Skynet which in fact is also controlled by artificial intelligence. The theft and deliberate release of the T-Virus starts the chain of events depicted in the beginning of the cities now horror. The Hive has been reopened, by an unknown devious figure working undercover for the Intelligence department. Infected creatures spread out of the re-opened Hive into Los Angeles placed the city under quarantine. The city is nearly destroyed, visitors might want to beware, never know what is lurking the streets of LA. Once you get it, you might not be able to ever leave.Four black camoflauge jeeps spit dust beneath their black tires, as they vastly arrived. Parked on each side of Jason's Black Blazer-- the other team vehicles thrusted through another entrance of the city. Steel front ends of Stryker vehicles smashed in through the guarded fences. Shattered through piles of rubble, shards of glass their war tires forced over. Back up inside them-were dressed in Black Ops uniforms, consumed in black identical to those of space uniforms .A Jill Valentine curses under her breath as she took each step. Getting closer to a door. It had been over thirty minutes since they were allowed to enter the building which was sealed from all directions, the only way out was through the main doors they had entered.Difficult task at this moment, there was no going back. "Jill , check this room and I'll take the second floor, J.J. takes the lobby and The rest take the other floors above." Mark whispered among his comrads as each took their own steps towards their destination. Jill wasn't sure how she would react when she saw anything out of the oridinary or resemble zombies. Would she shoot em? Most definitely. No hesitation at all. Depending on who she was shooting . As she slowly opened the door knob, Her mask that help breath clean air. Made it harder to see at a 180 degrees angle. Looking inside the small living room ,she look away disgusted by a body that lay on the ground. There was a blood puddle surrounding the old lady's body. Her stomach apparently was dug into and her insides were ripped out. Gagging, Jill continue to walk inside as she pass the living room, she notice the stove was on. Which meant that the older woman was attacked recently.Turning off the kitchen stove, Jill kept her guard up. The small flashlight at the end of her gun's barrier illuminated enough to see. Nothing out of the ordinary..Dust swamps a massive cloud of dirt accumulated of this head on collision crash. A sheer metal sound is heard echoing from an abrupt left of the truck, it's driver's side door is kicked open. Jason's manly feet, protected by thick steel boats on each one, hit the pile of rubble. Wrapped around his male broad waist, is a weaponary belt,-black and shielded combat shot guns were attached. Brutually revolved his entire attention on two zombies, instantly cocked his concealed firearm. Amo is fired and darted through the short space an' longed in their dead heads.Aggressively their heads exploded while the bullets combusted inside each brain. Both zombies struggled and jolt before landed to the ground. Vaguely breathing,-whil'st intentional drenal blood rush kicked in. Jason's mascular chest faintly moves, at the same time his normal breathes are short lived. Lowering his gun to his side, both hands were shielded by black gloves. Immediately injecting the gun face down back into his belt, meanwhile at the same time rushed to the blonde's side. From what he could briefly observe is 'Jill Valentine' the Chief had mentioned to him, in brief detail. Agt. Bourne had his own priorities of researching specific individual on his own. 'his own mysterious tricks' however it remained sealed as a prime aspect of his demeanor shadowed about him. "Come on, lets get you the hell out of here. We've got enough vehicles, providing a sancuatized spot to hide if needed." He had a strong, dominant-masculin voice. Deep dominant tone-a natural sound he couldn't help it-a hint of alluring mysterious-head strong persona, illuminated his presence. Yet he remained calm, for Jill so she would be afraid. He gesturely nodded in a secure direction to get her out of this building, towards the trucks only opening. Armed with remote-controlled external heavy machine guns and video cameras to detect footage of zombies.   Stryker vehicle A slammed on it's breaks, permitting three men to jump out of the back. Prepared as explained prior, intact standard procedures heading out with their weapons to begin clearing out the devestation. Keeping alert for any innocent standbys who weren't corrupted by the virus...yet. Max is the last to jump out of this truck, steel boats hit the ground. He wasn't human not even damn close-vampire roughly 300 years old. Mexican descendent , he was use to these sorts of mission, hell no it wasn't his first choice. Shit blowing shit up always gets blood boiling. "Aight' amigo' we've entered through thee East Expo ditch. Four men are on procedure to guard the survillance gates back up. Others are already out on da' hunt , see you round partner." Max's apparent hispanic accent, returned a heads up.A walkie-talkie, he clipped back on to his belt around his waist. He disgusted scrunched his brows-the stench smell worse the vomit and shit mixed. It's ten time worse when ya' a bein' of enhanced sense. "Son'a biotch. LET"S get this shit cleared out. Show these magot bitoches' who's boss!" He bellows out, commanding a few men he had surrounding the truck. Shadows swamped through a nearby alley way. Groans, growls increased as a steed of zombies come chumping away at their teeth. Flesh torn off their faces, stomachs gutted out, blood spattered on brick walls. Max's expression? 'fuck this' cocked squad automatic weapon, it swallowed the bullets injected. Targetting each meat head, bullets spit through the barrel rapidly. Lodging through their head's causing them to explode and brain matter scatters it's trace everywhere.Meanwhile....On the otherside of the city an abandoned building had seemingly undergone a deadly threat. While Jill was inside downstairs, stricken in a state of coldness. Frozen perhaps in fear of unsure what to do? Discretely as an increasing, rumbling sound only massive vehicles conduct is heard. Rapidly it's superior engine sound approachs and WHAM! Concrete beams, shreds of a wall combusted forcefully inward, steel gutter of a Stryker Military truck's front end was aggressively collashed through the buildings' wall.   Black Ops Arrives. - back up.Black Stryker vehicles stampeed rapidly down abandoned and blood painted woods, leading towards the bordered City. A city now in the slumps, in which now deteriorated by an notorious identical deadly toxin spill-that had occurred nearly decades ago. 'Raccoon City, right? A city in the United States. This time ultimately became this one---and its outlying areas house several bionengineering laboratories belonging to the Umbrella Corporation and Kaufman's Fiddler's Green. These laboratories conducted by Scientists who developed viruses that can mutate humans and animals into zombie-like creatures. One of the laboratories, still reamins 'the Hive.' , it is located underneath the city's grounds and is the producer of the G-Virus. These Viruses are the plot devices driving the story behind the games, sabotage an security failures have unleashed these viruses and infected creatures, humans throughout the proximitiy an' a vial threat to spread an entire country.'Fucking imagine-predictions stand correct on traces and logical evidence leading on Judgment Day, proceeds? Threatens Our Continent? It's said first target is California-then we have armies of deadly robots aka machines and toxic consumed zombies ruling over the fucking world. Black Ops has it's share of abnormal assignments slab they are enforced to take on an get it done, until the end. No matter who or what is left through this'. -Effectively Jason narrowed his semi-dark brows, sophisticatedly his ocean blue hues remained settled in determined mode on the destructed city-before him. Combusted, deteriorated, blood splatter painted each crack, stone , dust of dirt as the plains had surrendered to it's evil spill to the sharded grounds. Scent steamed venging death as a dominant aroma-a turmoil fume-as though earth's natural cleansing was permanently destroyed. Creak immediately forged a command in sync control as a Black Blazer's brakes were haulted. Inches from steel electrical fences-bordering off from the rest of the Country, by the government's military forces.The strategic weapons to destroy it's deadly inhabitants are furnished an' stored secretly somewhere inside. Although what's unknown of the restricted weapons, carried in the bounds of his Blazer's trunk---and BlackOps' , discrete Jeeps "Stryker Vehicles." - No survivors are discovered or seen in it's ruins, although traces of the T- and G- viruses can be uncovered. As a result, the city is declared a restricted area and a biological hazard.   n another Corner of the City...Denbo discovered that the man he got a car from, Chihuaha is responsible for the car's disappearance. Denbo then discovers Chihuahua trying to feed Slack, a hooker to zombies. Angered at this Riley, and Charlie save Slack and kill the man Riley was to get his car from so he could travel out of the Green. The three are soon arrested and taken to jail, where Slack reveals she was to be killed by zombies on Kaufman's orders, because she is actually an agent for Mulligan. Mulligan is an Irishman who once worked with Riley, but now has turned against Kaufman's class society and is tryign to gather rebels among the poor. Part of his anger may be that he has no way, aside from Riley's supplies, to gain antibiotics for his infirm son.Meanwhile, Cholo DeMora the second in comman of the Dead Reckoning team, having turned down by Kaufman from buying an apartment in Fiddler's Green has gone renegade. Having his dreams shattered by Kaufman - for whom he has been secretly employed (among his tasks the disposal of the corpses of Kaufman's murdered enemies) - Cholo is out to even the score. He threatens to destroy Fiddler's Green with the Dead Reckoning, which he manages to hijack the vehicle, along with Pretty Boy, Mouse, Anchor, and Foxy who all believe in his cause. His threat stands unless his demands are met. Zombies attack as he is leaving, but Cholo doesn't care and orders his crew to drive away without intervening, Kaufman turns to Riley to stop Cholo from exacting his revenge. He is assigned three other officers, Manolete , Motown and Pillsbury , all of whom work for Kaufman and provide escort. After Manolete is bitten, Riley interrogates the other two, making his position quite clear to them. He has a tracking device, so that he knows where to find the "Dead Reckoning." They get there, and wait. He goes only with Charlie, leaving the other three behind. Motown wants to stop him, but Pillsbury betrays her and knocks her out, then gives Slack safe escort to follow Riley. When Riley finally catches Cholo, he is very nearly killed by him, while the crew caught in the crossfire, including Slack who moves for Riley's defense. Motown arrives, and is attacked by a zombie. Her death provides a distraction, so Riley shuts down Dead Reckoning's ability to use its weapons. With that, Riley convinces him to allow him to take Dead Reckoning and leave the city to head north. Cholo elects to take the Woody, an old GM station wagon with out a roof, and to go west, Foxy decides to go with him, however shortly after this Cholo is bitten by a zombie. Cholo leaves for the city, wanting to finish off Kauffman, Foxy takes the Woody and drives him to the entrance, before heading to Cleveland. During this , Riley and his crew then notice fires in the city and head back to try and save the city.