I have seen quite a few duds to sit threw then and watch so here is a list of movies that I have seen that are terrible so watch with caution.

Here are some others I have seen that are terrible.

1.Devil Bear (1977)
2.Troll III: Contamination Point 7 (1990)
3.Barn Of The Dead (1974)
4.The Savage Bees (1976)
5.Leprechaun 4: In Space (1997)
6.The Witch with Flying Head (1977)
7.Night of the Bloody Apes (1969)
8.Burning Doomed (1967)
9.Leprechaun in the Hood (2000)
10. Leprechaun: Back 2 tha Hood (2002)

Nights In White Satin - Moody Blues

Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen one of my favorite songs as a song writer and poet.

~ Lyrics ~

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

~ Continue Of Chapter 1 ~

“A council meeting. What a lovely way to start the day.”

I laughed humorlessly at Link’s sarcastic comment and sat down at my vanity.

“If you were king you’d have to meet with them nearly everyday, you know.”

“Yes, but then they’d be nothing but advisors to me,” Link countered, “and not the bloody judges they are now. And plus I’d be with you,” he added, his reflection smiling at me in my vanity mirror.

I smiled back sweetly, pretending to be coy as I busied myself with brushing my hair and earning a soft laugh from Link.

Today’s council meeting would not be like the usual meetings I, as Queen of Hyrule, attended on a daily basis. In fact, it was hardly a council meeting at all, considering the ministers weren’t so much advising as they were evaluating. Evaluating Link, that is.

About five months after Link and I were married, which had been almost two years ago, my father passed away from an illness he’d been struggling with for quite some time. The ministers had urged me to take the throne as soon as possible, and my coronation had been held within that same month. Link, however, had been denied his rightful place as king.

This was all because Link had been born ‘common,’ meaning he was not of royal or noble blood. For centuries, Hylian law has required a princess be married only to another prince or high nobleman in order to preserve the ‘purity’ of the royal family. It was forbidden for a princess to court a commoner, even one that had been granted noble status by the king. Needless to say, my courtship with Link created a great deal of controversy. After our engagement was officially announced, my father and the Council had debated the matter for weeks until finally settling upon an agreement: Link and I could marry on the condition that Link would remain nothing more than a consort until the Council deemed him worthy of becoming a full-fledged monarch.

Although I was not the first queen to rule alone, I was one of few. The monarchy of Hyrule was meant to be ruled by a king and a queen, side by side, each with their own duties. A lone monarch must thus bear twice the amount of responsibility, and because I was still young and unfamiliar with many of the kingly duties, this had proved to be quite challenging for me.

For months Link has watched me bear the heavy responsibilities of my crown alone and has desperately struggled to earn the Council’s approval so that he may take his rightful place at my side. It has been a long and frustrating road for him, as his efforts have so far been in vain.

Ever since Link became prince, the Council has gathered at the end of every month to evaluate Link’s conduct over the past four weeks. If the ministers found no fault for three consecutive meetings, then Link could begin the next step toward his coronation. Unfortunately Link has never even come close to achieving this, as the Council has always found some excuse to hold him back.

Though Link’s chances for success appeared slim, he actually did have about half of the Council’s support. The opposed ministers were also finding it increasingly difficult to back their arguments, especially when their opposition clearly stemmed from an old-fashioned prejudice toward Link and his common background.

“I think it will go well today,” I cheerfully pondered aloud.

Link cast me a rather cynical glance and lifted his arm to fasten the buttons along the cuff of his sleeve.

“I’m sure they’ll find some reason to deny me,” he remarked dryly. “They always do.”

“There’s no need to be so pessimistic about it,” I argued positively, opening a small drawer to select a pair of sapphire earrings. “You did so well in the last meeting…Where is your confidence?”

I watched in the mirror as Link quietly crossed the room and came to stand behind my chair.

“I’m not being pessimistic,” he said quietly, leaning down to gently kiss my cheek. “I’m simply speaking the truth.”

His reflection then left my mirror as he moved on past me.

“Well, they’ll have to see the error of their ways eventually,” I told him, turning my head slightly to attach the first earring. “Otherwise they’re just fools.”

Link laughed lightly.

“I certainly hope you have no fools on your Council,” he teased. “Though…sometimes I do wonder…”

I sighed and reached for the second earring, knowing all too well whom he was referring to.

Lord Vasilis Durithan was an elder member of the High Council and a long time servant of the Royal Family. As a man of intelligence and great experience, Vasilis was especially valued for his knowledge and skill in foreign policy, which was precisely why he’s held his position as Minister of Foreign Affairs for many years.

Vasilis was also a man of tradition, and a fervent believer in preserving the “purity” of the royal bloodline. The idea of introducing “common blood” into the royal family was not only something he strongly disapproved of, it disgusted him. Ever since Link was a child, Vasilis has disapproved of his presence in the castle and had always scolded me for spending so much time with “that peasant child.” Vasilis had openly opposed our courtship and spoken out against our marriage, claiming Link would “taint the pure bloodline, alienate the kingdom, and anger the gods.” My father had been furious, and had threatened to remove the minister from the Council if he did not learn to control himself. Since then Vasilis has continued to oppose Link in smaller ways, and has done everything in his power to make sure Link remained nothing more than a consort prince.

“Vasilis isn’t the only reason you haven’t been coronated, Link.”

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “But he is the most opposed to it.”

Sighing quietly, I rose from my chair and moved to join Link where he stood near his bureau. Glancing down, I reached for his circlet, a simpler gold piece with no decoration but a small raised Triforce in the front. Wordlessly I reached up to smooth his hair back away from his face and set the circlet in place on his forehead. I then lowered my hand, letting Link’s bangs fall loosely around his eyes and over the circlet.

“There,” I said softly, brushing my fingertips along either side of his face. “Handsome as always.”

He gave me a dry look before leaning forward to chastely kiss my lips, just as a timid knock sounded from the bedroom door.

“My Lord and Lady?” the muffled voice of a servant called.

Link pulled away from me with a sigh.

“Come, love,” he said gently, “the scrutinizers await.”

~ Chapter 2 ~

“A letter for you, your Majesty.”

I sat in my study, looking over various papers that sat in tidy piles about my desk. Treaties to review, reports to familiarize myself with… I sometimes wondered how long it had been since my desk had been clear. Or had it ever been clear…?

“From whom?” I asked rather monotonously, not even bothering to look up from my papers.

“King Ashton of Vandelius, your Grace.”

I froze for a moment, my eyes still staring down at the papers but no longer seeing the words. Slowly I willed myself to look up toward the waiting attendant and the neatly folded parchment in his hand. Wordlessly I lifted my hand and took the letter, feeling my heart sink the moment I touched it.

Holding it with both hands resting upon my desk, I gazed at the familiar handwriting on the front: To her Majesty, Queen Zelda Ariadne Harkinian of Hyrule.

“…Thank you,” I finally addressed the attendant, my eyes still fixed upon the letter. “You may go.”

The attendant did as told and left, quietly closing the door behind him.

I simply sat there in silence, overwhelmed with feelings of confusion, anger, and dread as I studied the unopened letter in my hands.

“…What could you possibly want…?” I murmured aloud.

Knowing Ashton, and knowing the past we’ve unfortunately shared, I knew it couldn’t be anything good.

Vandelius was a prosperous kingdom located south of Hyrule. It was considered an ally of Hyrule, though in reality the two kingdoms’ once strong relationship has suffered somewhat in the last four to five years.

Shortly after I was born, King Elithor of Vandelius and my father came to an agreement that strengthened their previously weak alliance. I, the new Princess of Hyrule, and Elithor’s four-year-old son, Ashton, were engaged to be married when I came of age. While the Council had approved of my father’s decision, there had been rumors that he’d been pressured into the arrangement. He had still been struggling with grief over the loss of my mother, who had died shortly after giving birth to me. However, my father denied every accusation and remained true to his promise for almost sixteen years.

As a child I had never thought much about my engagement, as such matters were not yet important to me. Ashton and his parents would often come to visit, and though Ashton had always been very courteous to me, he was always so distant. Bored, even. For a while, the age difference between us had prevented Ashton from taking any real interest in me. I was just a little girl in his eyes.

Everything began to change, however, as I entered my thirteenth year. My young mind had become filled with silly, naive thoughts of romance, and my body had begun to develop the more ‘desirable’ feminine traits. Suddenly my handsome fiancé was very much attracted to me, showering me with flattery and extravagant gifts of flowers and jewels, and I was quickly swept away by it all. Ashton had proceeded to rapidly push our relationship into the physical stage, and I, the somewhat shy and innocent princess, had gone right along with it. It had been overwhelming at first, as Ashton would sometimes - though unsuccessfully - attempt to pressure me into breaking my vow of chastity. Still, I had convinced myself that I was living the romantic life every girl dreamed about. I had been infatuated with Ashton’s courteous charms and flattered by his aggressive affections…and I had truly believed it was love.

…What a fool I had been.

Link, who has been my best friend since I was ten years old, had known Ashton was not the man he presented himself to be. Although Ashton was very possessive of me, Link knew he was no gentleman and suspected him of being unfaithful to me. He had often tried to warn me of this, but I had refused to listen, and we would argue about it every time. Eventually Link gave up and backed off.

When war befell Hyrule, my father sent me to Vandelius for my own protection. I was fifteen and one year away from becoming Ashton’s bride. Though I had not wanted to leave home, I had told myself I could begin to adjusting to life in Vandelius, as I would be living there for many years once Ashton and I were married. Ashton, however, had finally grown tired of the façade he always presented to me, and during my stay I had come to see him for the deceitful, selfish man he truly was. When the war ended, I returned home broken-hearted, ashamed, and depressed.

The lingering sadness of war had still remained in Hyrule when I returned, and so I had spoken of my unpleasant experiences to no one. Eventually, however, as I began to spend more time with Link again, I admitted to him what happened in Vandelius and apologized for not listening to him before. Link had been wonderfully understanding, of course, but the fact that I still intended to marry Ashton had frustrated him. All I could do was try my very hardest to forget about my bleak future in Vandelius and enjoy my precious time in Hyrule before it all came to an end.

This became harder and harder to do, however, as Link and I grew closer and closer. Both of us had been quietly suffering from a deep loneliness, and we had found comfort in each other. It took a couple months, but eventually our friendship secretly grew into a much deeper relationship- one I would call romantic, but I feel the word would cheapen what we had. Where Ashton had resorted to flattery and empty clichés, Link had simply been his usual sweet and honest self. Where Ashton had been aggressively physical, Link was wonderfully tender and selfless. The feelings Link inspired in me were warm, pure, and lacked any trace of the fear or uncertainty I’d felt with Ashton. Before I even knew what was happening, I had fallen in love with Link - truly in love - and the realization had frightened me.

Link had tried to talk to me about breaking my engagement to Ashton, but I would not hear of it. Such a move could have permanently damaged Hyrule’s relationship with Vandelius, perhaps even to the point of war, and I would not risk my kingdom for my selfish desires. As my sixteenth birthday crept closer, Ashton came to stay in Hyrule and I found myself trapped within a classic love triangle that would only end in tragedy. Things took a turn for the worse when Ashton learned of my feelings for Link and threatened to expose us if I did not stop seeing him. Stripped of any more options, I was forced to end my relationship with Link.

From that point on, Link and I did not speak to one another, as I was too afraid, and he knew I would only reject him again. We were miserable, to say the least. Finally, on the night of my sixteenth birthday celebration, I went to him one last time. I had tried to say goodbye to him, to put an end to the pain from our previous relationship, but Link had other things on his mind. He had taken me in his arms and held me tightly, promising he would make things work if I would only give him another chance. He had pleaded with me to trust him, and finally, though fearfully, I agreed.

Link had known there was only one person who could possibly make our supposedly forbidden future together possible: my father, the king. So, after days of preparing what he would say, Link sat down with him and discussed the situation. After a day and a night of thinking it over, my father had summoned the both of us to his study and miraculously granted Link permission to court me. Link and I had been stunned, to say the least, and while Link had graciously thanked him, I’d been reduced to tears of pure joy and relief.

My engagement to Ashton was officially severed about one week before Link’s and my courtship was announced, and I was certain Hyrule would lose Vandelius as an ally because of it. However, King Elithor had always secretly been a softhearted man and had come to be quite fond of me over the years. Though he’d been disappointed by the sudden turn of events, he had agreed to my father’s terms.

Ashton, however, had not taken it so well. Not only did he lust for me terribly, he also could not stand the fact that ‘a no-good peasant had stolen what was rightfully his.’ Ashton had gone to me in a fit of rage and tried to overpower me with fear as he always had. But I did not give in to him. I had stood my ground and told Ashton he was no longer a part of my life, which had only aggravated him further. Blinded by fury, Ashton had then proceeded to challenge Link to a duel, which he lost disgracefully.

In the end, Ashton was escorted from the castle by four guards, all the while shouting threats and insults at me, Link, and even my father. That had been almost five years ago, but I could still hear his angry shouts ringing in my mind, clear as day.

“Mark my words, Zelda…I won’t rest until I see your precious peasant dead!”

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly before opening them again and returning my attention back to the letter. Flipping it over, I stared at the familiar wax seal featuring the Vandelian royal crest before roughly breaking it open. Wishing to just get the whole ordeal over with, I hurriedly unfolded the parchment and began to read:

My dearest Zelda,

It is my sincerest hope that you are doing well, and that this letter reaches you in the best of health. Though I’m sure you are more than curious to know how I’ve been these last four years, I shan’t waste what little time you have rambling on about the past. I would much prefer to address the present, and so I shall.

As I’m sure you know, the relations between Hyrule and Vandelius have been impressively strong considering all that has happened between us. This was because of my father of course, whom I’ve always found to be gracious to a fault. As you know, however, he is no longer a part of this world, and thus no longer here to uphold the peace treaty that was signed all those years ago. Now that I am king, I find that I have no reason to uphold any such contract. I’m quite certain I need not explain myself, as you should know precisely what I am referring to. On the other hand, I have no desire to continue this painful conflict between you and I, and I would be more than willing to negotiate with someone as lovely and esteemed as yourself.

If you wish to keep the peace treaty, or any other treaty Vandelius shares with Hyrule for that matter, then it would be in your highest interest to schedule a rendezvous here in Vandelius. It would also be wise of you to note that I do not negotiate with commoners, and if one happens to be in your company when you cross the border into my kingdom, then I will consider it a deliberate act of disrespect and the negotiations will not take place. Believe me when I tell you that such a turn of events will not bode well for Hyrule.

I sincerely look forward to hearing from your Grace.

My eyes fell upon his familiar signature, accompanied by the stamped seal of the Vandelian royal family before I slowly lowered my hand and let the parchment rest on my desk. For a long, painful moment I sat there in silence, unable to properly react. Feelings of rage and anxiety swept through me like a violent storm, but I could only sit there in silence. My eyes stared directly into the floor of my study, but I saw nothing. All I could see was Ashton’s despicable grin as he wrote the letter, relishing every moment as he so carefully formed each letter of each aggravating word…

“…You inconceivable wretch,” I finally hissed through grit teeth.

It was just as I had feared. Ever since the death of King Elithor less than three months ago, I had worried that the alliance between Hyrule and Vandelius would crumble once Ashton inherited the throne. I had hoped his ministers would keep him from doing anything too rash, but it seemed Ashton was finding subtler ways to go about it.

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes, leaning my head against one hand to massage my throbbing forehead.

Ashton claimed he wished to negotiate, but I knew him well enough to suspect his idea of ‘negotiating’ was quite different from mine. I feared he would place me in a position what would force me to abide by his wishes, just as he had done in the past…

No! I thought stubbornly, opening my eyes and slamming my palm against the desk. He has no power over me; I will not bend to his will!

The other infuriating part of his letter that evoked a strong sense of dread within me was when he so crudely referred to Link. Not only had he spoken of Link as though he was some sort of illegitimate acquaintance of mine, he had deliberately demanded that my own husband did not accompany me to Vandelius. Such a request was beyond disrespectful in courtly society; it was simply unheard of. No one would dare suggest something so outrageous, especially to one of the opposite sex. But because Link was only a common-born consort, I knew it would be widely overlooked.

How dare they dismiss him like that?

A sharp knock at the door interrupted my troubled thoughts and I sighed before sitting up straight.

“Come in,” I said, failing to make my voice pleasant.

The door opened and I was relieved to see my personal advisor, Impa, enter the room.

“Is this a bad time?” she asked me calmly, her crimson eyes noting the grave expression on my face.

“No, no, it’s all right,” I assured her. “Actually your timing is perfect. Something…came up.”

“Oh?” Impa inquired in the same calm voice, taking a seat before my desk. “More bad news?”

I sighed and picked up the letter on my desk and handed it to her.

“See for yourself,” I said solemnly.

I watched her face as she read it, but the Sheikah expressed no emotion save for the occasional twitch of her brow. Finally she lowered the letter into her lap and looked up to somberly meet my gaze.

“Link will not take this well,” she murmured quietly.

“You think?” I exclaimed with bitter sarcasm. “Impa, his demands are outrageous! He’s practically threatening me, and he’s forcing me to just cast Link aside, which I will not do!”

Impa sighed lightly.

“You may not have a choice,” she told me quietly.

“Impa…” I said anxiously. “This is Vandelius- this is Ashton we are discussing here…” I shook my head in frustration. “I can’t go there without Link…I won’t.”

“Zelda…”

“I can’t do that to him, Impa…” I whispered fervently, meeting her gaze almost angrily.

She sat back in her chair with a sigh.

“Before you make up your mind,” she said gently, “you should discuss this matter with the Council.”

I held her gaze for a moment longer before looking away dispiritedly.

“…Summon the Council, then.”

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“His terms are indeed demanding…especially considering the fragility of the situation…”

Seated at the head of the Council Table, I turned my head to address Lady Elena.

“His terms are outrageous,” I said impatiently, “and he’s shown great disregard for my husband. Why should I cooperate with him when I have every reason to refuse?”

“This would normally be true,” Vasilis spoke up, “but considering the… precarious history between Hyrule and Vandelius, I think it would be wise to show a little more forgiveness.”

“The only reason our history with Vandelius is precarious, Vasilis, is because Ashton has made it so,” I argued shortly. “If Ashton was truly concerned about improving Hylian-Vandelian relations, then he would have offered to come and negotiate here, not demand I come to him.”

“He’s trying to gain the advantage by threatening to completely break away unless he gets what he wants,” Kinsley added gruffly. “Giving into those threats would make Hyrule appear gullible or too eager to please. I say we refuse Ashton’s demands and let him break off the treaty. It’ll do him more harm than us.”

“That couldn’t be further from the truth,” Vasilis rebutted, eyeing Kinsley disapprovingly. “Not only would we lose a powerful ally, but refusing King Ashton’s terms would make Hyrule appear arrogant to the neighboring kingdoms. Considering how skeptical they already are toward us, losing Vandelius would not be in our best interest.”

I sighed with frustration before sitting back in my chair and folding my arms.

“I will not go without my husband,” I stated firmly.

The ministers exchanged uneasy glances amongst one another.

“Your Majesty…” Elena said carefully. “You have traveled without him before…”

“That’s not the point,” I sternly cut her off, leaning forward to rest my arms on the table. “Ashton hasn’t simply requested my presence alone; he has demanded that my husband stay behind, and I will not tolerate anyone dismissing him or our marriage.”

“But King Ashton does not even recognize your marriage...”

“Then I shall see to it that he does!”

The Council fell silent, clearly uncomfortable with my stubbornness.

“…If all Ashton truly aims to achieve is an annulment between you and the Prince, then you have every right to simply end the negotiations and return to Hyrule,” Timothus finally suggested.

Kinsley nodded in agreement.

“Ashton is probably threatening to break the peace treaty to show how serious he is about the whole thing,” he said calmly. “If the negotiations fail, the worse that could happen is a declaration of war, but I doubt even Ashton would bring his personal desires to the battlefield.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that, Lord Kinsley,” Lady Elena argued. “He is something of a dictator.”

“No, it’s too ridiculous,” Impa cut in. “Hyrule has presented no real reason to declare war, so he doesn't even have anything to use for an ulterior motive.”

There was another pause until Matteus spoke.

“I say you should carry out the negotiations,” he stated. “If anything, it will show that Hyrule has nothing but good intentions.”

“And what of my husband?” I demanded, anger seeping into my voice. “Am I to just leave him behind to become a laughingstock?”

“No one has to know Prince Link was forbidden to accompany you, your Majesty,” Renae told me gently. “The contents of the letter can be kept secret.”

I shook my head dismissively.

“I very much doubt it would remain a secret for long, Lady Renae.”

“That’s just a risk you’ll have to take, then, your Majesty,” Vasilis interjected. “Like King Ashton, you cannot afford to bring your personal feelings into the matter.”

I tensed at the minister’s words and turned to address him directly.

“Anyone who disrespects my husband disrespects me,” I declared, eying him coldly. “Thus I feel inclined to refuse him.”

“Your Majesty, the neighboring kingdoms simply aren’t recognizing the Prince as royalty,” Matteus bluntly replied. “As you know, it is causing some problems, and-”

“They are the ones causing the problems,” I cut him off sharply, “and it is all because of their narrow, prejudiced views. It is my hope that they will one day see that the circumstances of a man’s birth do not define or reflect his worth, and that respect should be earned, not inherited. A good king is a man with justice and honor in his heart; whether he has royal blood in his veins does not matter. There have been plenty of royals who have displayed little to no integrity, Ashton included.” I held their gazes for a moment longer before sighing and shaking my head. “However, I also realize that such enlightenment will take time, and so I currently have little choice but to tolerate Ashton’s narrow views and offensive demands.” I paused then, still unwilling to make a decision in favor of the negotiations. “I will contemplate this further and present you with my decision tomorrow morning.”

The councilors expressed their assent, which allowed me to adjourn the meeting.

I left the Council Chambers feeling more frustrated and anxious than I had walking in. Nearly a week had passed since Link’s last evaluation meeting had been held, but I knew it still troubled him. The problems surrounding Link’s social status always haunted him in some form or another. And now, just when the sting from that last meeting was finally beginning to wear off, I’d have to go and deliver a far more painful blow with Ashton’s letter?

I couldn’t do it; I just couldn’t do it…

A hand on my shoulder broke my troubled thoughts and I turned to see Impa wearing her usual serious expression.

“Are you all right?” she asked me quietly.

I nodded, if rather gloomily.

“Can you spare another five minutes or so?” I asked her.

“As long as you need.”

I smiled appreciatively and invited her to walk with me.

The two of us made our way back to my study, and Impa closed the door as I fell into my chair with a heavy sigh.

“…There’s just no way to soften this blow, is there?” I mournfully pondered aloud.

“For Link, you mean,” Impa said quietly as she lowered herself into a chair near my desk.

I nodded sadly and fell silent for a moment.

“…I worry about him, Impa,” I finally spoke, my voice hushed.

A brief, knowing smile tugged at her lips.

“Yes, I can’t remember a time when you haven’t,” she replied, the slightest hint of amusement in her tone.

“No,” I shook my head gently. “That’s not what I mean.” My shoulders drooped slightly as I turned to look out a nearby window. “…Something has been bothering him…something I think he’s very afraid of… But he chooses not to speak of it, and I don’t know why.”

“Have you ever approached him about it?”

“Of course,” I solemnly replied, glancing toward her briefly. “But it doesn’t do any good. He simply denies anything’s wrong and forces a smile.” I sighed softly before returning my gaze to the window. “I know he’s not being honest, and it worries me.”

“Why would Link keep anything from you?” Impa pondered quizzically. “That’s so unlike him…”

I was quiet a moment before answering.

“I know he’s embarrassed…” I began slowly, “…because he blames himself for nearly every political mishap, but…” I shook my head sadly. “It’s something deeper than that.”

“And you have no idea why this is.”

Again I fell silent, contemplating her words.

“…Sometimes I wonder if he fears being…cast out,” I told her quietly.

“Cast out?” she echoed inquisitively. “As in…an annulment?”

I nodded slowly, my gaze still fixed on the window.

“He knows I love him; I know he does, but…” I turned my head to look at Impa. “I think he still feels a little bit like an intruder, unwelcome and unwanted in the world of politics. I think he fears that, as more and more problems arise with our marriage, it will reach a point when I have no choice but to let him go, for the sake of Hyrule… So yes, I believe he might fear an eventual annulment.” I furrowed my brow as a worrisome thought occurred to me. “But if that’s true…then he would have to doubt my faithfulness to him…”

“Perhaps that’s why he won’t speak of it,” Impa suggested softly. “Maybe he’s ashamed of his own fears.”

“Oh, Link,” I sighed wearily, closing my eyes and resting my head against my hand. “I truly hope that’s not the case.”

“The question is,” Impa solemnly pondered aloud, “which are you first: Hyrule’s queen…or Link’s wife?”

I swallowed, feeling my heart lurch painfully at her words.

“I sometimes ask myself the same thing,” I admitted softly, “and I try my very hardest to be both. But Link might think that’s impossible…”

“And he fears you would be forced to choose queen over wife,” Impa finished quietly.

“Yes,” I whispered sadly, bringing my gaze back toward the window. “…Sometimes even I fear that.”

Impa drew a deep breath and released it.

“When do you plan on discussing the negotiations with him?” she asked me calmly.

“Not until later this evening,” I answered her somberly, turning my head to meet her crimson gaze. “I don’t want to trouble him with it while he’s on duty.”

“Of course.”

Another long moment of silence passed, a sign that our conversation had reached its end.

“I suppose I should go attend court before I’m missed,” I said finally, sighing as I rose to my feet.

Impa gave me one of her small sympathetic smiles and stood as well.

“Try not to worry too much about Link,” she said quietly, reaching over to touch my shoulder gently. “It will be all right.”

I nodded halfheartedly as Impa gave my shoulder a quick squeeze before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. I remained in my study, however, leaning against my desk and enjoying the peace and quiet before I left to face the noisy gossip of the court.

Gossip, I thought bitterly to myself. That’s the last thing I need right now.

Nonetheless, I stood and slowly headed for the court, my heart growing heavier with every step.

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The main halls were already occupied by lords and ladies of all ages, each garbed in their finest and clustered into their own familiar cliques. My presence became known almost immediately after I entered the broad doorway, as each person turned to greet me with a reverent nod or curtsy as I passed them by. Nearly everyone’s unwavering attention was focused on me alone, and I suddenly found myself longing for Link’s reassuring presence beside me. Though not all of the nobles approved of Link becoming the Prince of Hyrule, most of them would never dare say so to his face. Link was still the esteemed military General, and his calm, collected demeanor had always given him an intimidating air of importance. I never had to worry about discussing the ‘political matters’ of my marriage when Link was around.

Unfortunately for me, Link would not attend court until evening, as he had his military duties to fulfill, and I was certain the supposedly private matters of our marriage would come up at some point.

“Oh, your Majesty, there you are!”

Sighing inwardly, I turned to see my ladies in waiting hurrying toward me with great enthusiasm. Eagerly they swarmed around me like bees to a bed of flowers, and I mentally prepared myself for whatever pointless drabble they presented that afternoon. Their favorite subjects often consisted of their perfect children, their unsatisfactory husbands, the desirable unmarried noblemen, and, of course, my own marriage.

Today was no exception, I soon found out.

“…I hear he had some scandalous affair with a lady from Tar Alem.”

“Tar Alem?”

“But that’s impossible!”

“I heard he has a secret Gerudo mistress.”

“No, that’s Lord Marson…”

“Truly? But isn’t his wife expecting?”

“You don’t seem to be taking much interest in the conversation, your Grace,” a lower voice suddenly surfaced amidst the enthusiastic chatter.

I turned toward the owner of the voice and frowned slightly. Lady Alicia Grefaire.

She was a pretty young woman with long blonde hair and emerald green eyes, and was once greatly desired by the young nobles of the court. Eventually she was swept away by a man she had believed to be the love of her life, only to find him locked in the arms of a young common woman less than one year into their marriage. She was forced to keep it a secret, however, and it wasn’t until after another year of unsuccessful marriage that her husband finally demanded a divorce. Her marriage had left her with nothing but a broken heart and a forever tainted reputation. Because of her past, she was less desired within the court, and was forced to rely on strictly physical advances to catch a courtier’s eye. Her downfall could be called tragic, as it was one she has never quite recovered from, and it has left her a bitter, selfish woman.

“I find such talk to be inappropriate,” I told her disapprovingly. “Those are private matters and should not be discussed so casually in public.”

“Oh, but my Lady,” a rosy-faced woman called Margarete spoke up, “there is little else to talk about!”

The giggles that followed did nothing to help ease my irritation.

“Of course, your Grace will never have to worry about anything scandalous like that,” another piped up cheerfully.

“Lady Sophia!”

“To even suggest such a thing!”

“Prince Link is a true gentleman! He would never-”

“All right, that’s enough,” I interrupted them calmly. “I’m sure you can think of something more appropriate to discuss than my husband’s fidelity.”

“Oh, forgive us, my Lady,” Sophia apologized rather sheepishly. “It’s just that his Highness is such a fascinating topic of conversation…”

“Yes, yes,” Margarete joined in enthusiastically. “Sometimes I forget he was born a commoner…”

I furrowed my brow at this comment.

“There are just as many common gentlemen as there are noblemen, if not more,” I stated firmly but calmly.

“Truly, my Lady?”

“I’d believe it,” Lady Catrine commented dryly. “Considering my husband’s manners…”

“Perhaps I should look outside the noble court for my husband,” Sophia pondered aloud. “Though I doubt I'd find any as charming as his Highness…”

The ladies giggled into their fans yet again, and I fought to keep from rolling my eyes. Was I ever like that…? I wondered exasperatedly. A small smile then tugged at my lips as I pictured Link’s subtly uncomfortable expression upon overhearing such a conversation.

“...As lovely as those qualities are, they are not what makes a king.”

My smile dissipated as Alicia's words reached my ears, and I stopped practically mid-step to meet her steady gaze. The other ladies also stopped and followed my gaze.

“Exactly what are you implying, Lady Alicia?” I addressed her in a rather sharp tone. “You believe my husband lacks the qualities of a king?”

Unfazed, the woman gave a small, innocent shrug.

“He was recently denied by the Council, was he not?” she inquired simply. “Again, I hasten to add. After so many refusals, I find myself wondering whether he will ever be fit to rule...”

I felt my blood boil at this brazen comment, especially when a few of the ladies nodded in agreement.

“That is my husband you speak of so loosely,” I responded in a low, icy tone. “It is not your place to judge him, and you should not speak of things you know so little about.”

Alicia determinedly held my gaze for half a moment before bowing her head.

“Forgive me, your Grace.”

Lady Margarete sighed and dramatically brought her fan up near her face.

“Oh, but Prince Link is so very handsome,” she swooned, fanning her face with a dreamy smile. “He may never be king, but he at least looks like one...”

To my horror, this remark only caused another burst of giggles.

“Yes, I don't know how you keep your hands off of him, your Majesty...”

“How is it that there is no heir yet?”

It was that last comment that finally snapped the thinning thread of my tolerance.

“Enough of this!” I burst out suddenly, no longer bothering to control the anger in my voice.

“The women fell silent and looked at me in surprise.

“How dare you,” I addressed them in a hushed but sharp tone. “How dare you speak of my husband in such a manner? He is not an object for your petty amusements; he is your prince, your superior, and you will refer to him as such.”

The women were all rendered speechless and now stared at me in shock. Barely a moment passed before the weight of everything I’d said fell back on me, and I found myself feeling somewhat lightheaded. I couldn't remember the last time I had lost my temper like that in court, and I didn’t know whether to feel pride or regret.

“I'm afraid I must take my leave,” I told them in a quieter voice, bringing a hand to my temple. “…I do not feel well.”

Without waiting for their response, I turned and hurriedly left the hall, ignoring the inquisitive looks of other lords and ladies as I passed them by. Once I was a comfortable distance away I stopped and tiredly leant back against the corridor wall. My face was still flushed and my heart still pounded against my chest as the ladies’ mocking laughter still rang in my ears. In the past, the women of the court had never dared to speak of my father in such a manner…certainly not to my face, at least. Why now did they speak of my husband with such a lack of reverence…?

You know why.

I sighed wearily and shook my head. It hadn’t been the first time they’d spoken of him so freely, as though he was just another attractive courtier and not the Prince of Hyrule…so why had I gotten so angry? I had always done so well in the past, tolerating every foolish, girlish remark, or quietly chiding them whenever they went too far, but today I…

I furrowed my brow suddenly, realizing it had been the comment about an heir that had snapped my patience. Why...? Nearly two years had passed since Link and I had married, but a child still had yet to come. It wasn't that we didn't want children, heavens no. Nature simply hadn't taken its course yet, a fact which admittedly did worry me from time to time… Though Link and I had agreed that things were still a little too hectic for children, I knew for a fact that he was still just as open to the possibility as I was.

In truth, the women had spoken of something important to me in such a flippant manner, so of course it had bothered me. To have a child with Link would bring me immeasurable joy, and I did not wish to hear it referred to in such a demoralizing way. Link's and my child may very well be the successor of Hyrule's throne, but he or she would still be our child; the living proof of our love. He or she would not be conceived through obligation and duty, as most princes and princesses are. For Link and me, it was all very personal, very... intimate.

It then occurred to me that as the heir our child was never going to be a private matter, so I might as well get used to the idea of people talking about it in court. Perhaps then my real fear was the possibility of the court disregarding my children as they did my husband. Would things never change?

“Your Majesty?”

I was shaken out of my thoughts and looked up to see a young maid looking at me curiously.

“May I be of some aid to your Majesty?” she asked me timidly.

Straightening, I shook my head and forced a smile.

“No, thank you, I was just on my way back to my chambers.”

“Yes, your Majesty.” The maid promptly returned to her chores while I started off toward my chambers, though it took only a moment before I realized I did not actually wish to go there. The peace and quiet of my room would only lead me to wallow in the worrisome thoughts that currently occupied my mind, and I had no desire to dwell on that any longer. What I needed was a distraction.

Impa was currently unavailable, and I had no desire to return to court so...

Link?

I smiled and shook my head. That was wishful thinking, for I knew he was hard at work out on the training grounds. The general did not have time to answer to his wife's silly needs. Even so, something inside me had grabbed hold of the idea and refused to let go. It berated me for dismissing it before I'd even tried anything and begged me to go see Link anyway.

He'll understand, it assured me. It sounded desperate and was surprisingly difficult to ignore.

Suddenly I found myself standing in front of the door to my chambers. The little voice inside me was now screaming as I reached for the doorknob, and I felt myself becoming more and more flustered. The castle walls seemed to close in on me, suffocating me...

Goddesses forbid I should be a little spontaneous for once!

I pulled my hand away from the doorknob and breathed a sigh of relief. I had made my decision. I would go see Link, and maybe just this once he could accompany me on a small outing. It would be a lovely change of scenery for the both of us. Nodding to myself, I headed for the training grounds, and this time my heart grew lighter with every step.

Well I though I post some video game questions and has to be answered a.b.c,d well I hope that answered the question you had about this thread,Hopefully it's not usless when I posted here in this forum I decided to have some fun and see how much you guys know about video games.

~ Bioshock ~

1. Upon first entering the city you are contacted by a man named Atlas over a service radio. What does he want from you?

A.He wants nothing from you
B.Kill Andrew Ryan
C.Help him save his family
D.Locate fellow survivors of the plane crash
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~ Castlevania: Symphony Of The Night ~

What is the name of the Black Sword that is strong against Holy?

A.Dark Blade
B.Tyrfing
C.Mormegil
D.Bekatowa

Where can you find 'Ring of Ares'?

A.Cave
B.Abandoned Mine
C.Catacombs
D.Floating Catacombs
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Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina Of Time

What is the cost for five Deku Nuts when you deal with the Business Scrub in Jabu-Jabu's Belly?

A.Twenty-five rupees
B.Ten rupees
C.Forty rupees
D.Twenty rupees

Link first meets Sheik in the Temple of Time. This character has a very noticeable facial feature. What is unusual about Sheik’s face?

A.Red eyes
B.Pointy nose
C.Blue hair
D.Pointy ears
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Super Mario Brothers

At the end of realms with flags, how many points does Mario get if he jumps on the very top of the flag?

A.10000
B.1000
C.5000
D.2500

If, at the end of the first world (1-4), Mario kills Bowser with fireballs, Bowser will turn into which foe before falling off the screen?

A.Koopa Troopa
B.Hammer Brother
C.Blooper
D.Goomba
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Galaga 88

What on-screen statement opened up the 'challenge rounds'?

A.Look sharp - bonus level
B.Alert! Alert! Spaceships approaching!
C.Here they come!
D.That's galactic dancin'

In previous versions of "Galaga," the player could attach a ship to the one in flight by letting it be captured by the enemy, then shooting the ship that blocked it. However, this edition changed the process. What was the new rule?

A.The player could attach up to two extra ships to the original
B.The player added up to 5 ships by paying for them
C.The player could only add a ship after the 10th level
D.The player used fuel more quickly when a new ship was added

The player could skip levels in the game. How was this done?

A.By playing three rounds without losing a ship
B.By paying more quarters
C.By flying through a dimension gate
D.By entering a special code

~ Chapter 3 ~

Leon and Claire made their way through the decrepit hallways of the abandoned hospital. The paint was peeling off the walls and ceiling leaving chunks of dried paint on the dirty floor. The only light in the place was provided by the full moon. Moonlight streamed in through the broken windows, illuminating the area in an eerie glow. With their weapons drawn, they continued their journey. As they rounded the corner, the sound of dripping water greeted them.

“Why can we never go anywhere nice?” muttered Leon.

Claire only smiled. She looked behind her, making sure that no one could sneak up on them. Suddenly, she saw something shoot across the hallway. She gasped and spun around causing Leon to do the same.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I…thought I saw something.” The shadowed figure had disappeared leaving no trace of its appearance.

“Come on…there’s nothing there.” They turned around and froze. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…”

Two vicious dogs slowly stalked towards them. They let a low growl, saliva dripping from their mouths, showing just how hungry they really were. As the dogs stepped out of the shadows, their appearance became more clear. Their fur was coated in blood and their eyes were completely black. As the rabid animals continued towards the pair, Leon could see blood dripping from their mouths. It looked like the dogs had already enjoyed a meal. Now, they were looking for more fresh meat.

The bloody canines let out a loud bark before leaping forward. Gunshots rang out. When all had settled, two bodies fell to the floor dead. Leon let out a sigh of relief. “Claire, you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Where the hell did they come from?” she asked.

That was a good question. How do cannibalistic dogs get into an abandoned hospital? And why the hell would they be there? He examined the corpses and discovered something unusual. “Claire, look.” He lifted a blood-soaked ear of one of the dogs revealing a bare patch of skin with several tiny holes in it, seemingly needle marks. “It looks like its been tested on. Meaning-”

“Someone’s home.” She turned her attention to a small blood trail leading from one of the dead Dobermans to a door that was left slightly open. She pushed open the door and crept in. Two metal chains were snapped off and pieces of it littered the floor. This was definitely where the Dobermans broke free from captivity.

“Claire?” She heard Leon shout.

“In here!”

As Leon entered the room, Claire followed set of crimson drag marks leading to an adjacent room. Pushing open the door, the stench of rotting flesh overwhelmed her. The source of the odour was in plain view. Two decaying bodies lay in the center of the room. Limbs had been torn off and left, partially chewed, all over the floor. The faces of the victims had been torn off, leaving little possibility of identifying them. One of the bodies though, still wore the mangled remains of a lab coat.

“I think we just found our tenants.”

Leon searched the pockets and found a small keycard, miraculously still intact from the brutal attack. The card only had the words ‘Paragon Pharmaceuticals’ written in gold lettering. He showed his discovery to Claire.

“Ever heard of it?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s a company that’s been gaining some ground lately. They’re a multi-million dollar corporation and they’ve been donating large amounts of money to different charities all over the world. As far as Terrasave is concerned, they’re the good guys.”

“Well, I think Terrasave better rethink that.”

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Chris clawed his way back into the land of the living. Forcing his eyes open, the harsh lights above stabbing his eyes. He squeezed them shut again and let out a soft groan. He tried again and allowed his eyes to slowly adjust to the light. Despite being awake, he was still very groggy and moving was a huge chore. Where the hell was he? He couldn’t remember much. Something about a BSAA mission…

Flashback

He slowly pushed open the heavy door and entered the crude laboratory. The BSAA had received a report from a "trusted" source detailing biohazard experiments being done on the island. When Chris heard that someone was needed to take the mission, he jumped at the chance, much to the chagrin of his superiors. His psychological evaluation came back as less than stellar and they were worried he wouldn’t be able to handle it. But Chris knew the only way to erase the memories of Kijuju was to replace them with new ones. He was able to talk his superiors into letting him take one last mission before taking some vacation time. Boy…that was a big mistake.

He spun around when a slight noise caught his attention. He relaxed when he saw nothing but two rats scurrying about. ‘I really should’ve taken that vacation.’

Letting down his guard down for that split moment proved to be a mistake. A grey-haired man snuck up behind him, a needle in hand. He lunged for the BSAA agent and sunk the needle deep into his neck. Chris let out a yell as the man emptied the contents of the needle.

Chris felt everything slow down. His eyes got heavy as, whatever his attacker had injected him with, started to take effect. He fell to the floor, unable to move, unable to speak. Finally, he just shut his eyes and everything went dark.

After that, everything was a blur. He shifted, testing the restraints that held him. Finding himself unable to break free, he gave up and just lay there. To his surprise, the movement had tired him out and he found himself already drifting off once again.

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She watched as the treetops below seem to blur together. The pilot of the helicopter looked back to check on the blonde woman. “Ma’am, are you ok?”

She smiled and nodded her head. “Are we almost there?”

“Yes ma’am. We’ll land in a couple of minutes.”

She turned her attention back out the window.

Flashback

“I don’t like this idea Valentine. Your psych evaluation wasn’t great either.”

Her superior threw a file folder, containing Jill’s request to head out to Oakfort, onto his desk.

“Sir, you read my Kijuju report-”

“Yeah? I read Redfield’s too. He’s damn lucky I didn’t discharge him with disobeying orders! No, you can’t take this mission.”

Jill took a deep breath. “Then I’m sorry sir. I’m going to have to resign. Chris risked his life to bring me back. And in the process, he stopped Uroboros from being released all over the world. I owe him. And I’m going, even if it costs me my job.”

The two continued to stare each other down, neither making any sound for several minutes. Finally, her superior let out a heavy sigh and picked up the folder. “You’re not going on this mission…” he threw the paperwork in the garbage can, “But I want you to take some time off. Do whatever the hell you want with your vacation time.”

Jill smiled. “Thank you sir.”

“Alright, get out of here.”

She nodded and turned to leave.

“Hey, Valentine!” She stopped with her hand resting on the doorknob. “Good luck.”

“Thank you sir.”

She was pulled out of her thoughts when the chopper landed, kicking up dust and debris up into the air. The pilot turned back. “Good luck ma’am. Be careful!”

“Thank you!” They saluted each other before Jill jumped out.

She looked up at the towering hospital. ‘I hope you’re ok Chris.’

Yes to answer your question I will be continuing the resident evil story that I started hopefully that everyone will like the next chapter.

~ Chapter 2 ~

Oakfort Island Underground Facility

Doctor Robert Cormac was quietly muttering to himself as he read through a file folder full of test results. Suddenly, he heard a shuffling sound behind him. He spun around but found no one there. Only shadow stared back at him. Then, there was a loud clicking sound as the fluorescent lights above began to flicker on and off.

“Damn lights…” he muttered. As an accomplished scientist, he hated the fact that he was stuck in this hellhole. The place reeked of death and there were rats and cockroaches in almost every corner of the damn place. He looked around once again, making sure that he was alone, then went back to work.

After a couple minutes of working, the slamming of the heavy metal door caused him to jump. He turned around and this time a woman stood before him. She wore a simple business suit and her dark, brown hair was tied back. She held a cream coloured folder in her hands.

“Dr. Cormac.” She greeted him with a curt nod and handed him the folder.

“Miss Archer. I’m surprised the company would send you. Don’t you have paperwork to do?” he sneered back. How he hated when the higher-ups, who had no idea how important his research was, interfered with him.

“Paragon Pharmaceuticals likes to keep tabs on all our scientists, whether they’re officially on our payroll or not. How’s the research going? I trust you’ve kept the subject we’ve given you safe.”

“If that’s your way of asking if he’s alive well…he’s alive…”

The woman raised an eyebrow, trying to gauge whether the doctor was telling the truth or not. The grey-haired scientist went back to work, ignoring the woman’s presence. She rolled her eyes and spun his chair around, so he was facing her. She leaned in, her face just inches away from his.

“We’ve entrusted you with a subject and you’ve been working for yourself for years now.” she said, her intense green eyes staring into his. “Paragon is considering dropping you and you know what happens when our employees are terminated…this new virus you’ve been promising better work…”

Cormac wasn’t intimidated. If he was, he was hiding it well. The woman backed off and straightened out her suit. “I’m not doing this for Paragon, I’m doing this for-”

“Your wife and children. I know. Revenge is all well and good, but we’ve invested a lot into this. If this doesn’t work, you’ll be joining your wife and children soon.” She slammed the door shut, leaving the doctor alone to finish his work.

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En route to Oakfort Island

Claire struggled to stay awake. She would nod off once in a while only to have her head shoot up again. Leon had trouble holding in a chuckle every time it happened. Finally, she fell asleep. Leon was about to drape a blanket over her when his communicator rang. He answered it.

“Hey Hunnigan.”

“Leon, the pilot has just informed me that there are two passengers aboard. A Claire Redfield? What the hell are you doing?” she scolded.

“Calm down. Claire has believed that her brother was dead for over a year now. She deserves to find out the truth.”

Hunnigan sighed. “I’ll run it by the President, but she’s your responsibility now. You better keep her safe.”

He looked over to the sleeping redhead. Her face was one of calmness and relaxation. This was probably the first time she got a good night’s sleep. He turned his attention back to Hunnigan.

“Will do, but she won’t need my help.” He noticed the quizzical look on her face, “She’s strong. She can take care of herself…Kennedy out.” He hung up and took one last look at Claire before drifting off himself.

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Archer’s heels echoed through the otherwise silent laboratory. This lab was noticeably better equipped than the one Cormac was stuck in. The entire room was made of concrete which ensured that the specimen could not break out. A hospital bed sat in the center of the room, but it was the person in the bed who Archer was interested in. She stood beside the bed looking down at the sleeping man. She ran her hand through his tousled brown hair.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Redfield.”

The sound of his name seemed to stir him from his sleep. His eyes struggled to open, fighting the sedatives that were running through his system. He opened his mouth but he only managed a croak before erupting into a coughing fit. Archer ran her hand over the multiple track marks along his arm causing the BSAA agent to flinch. He tried to pull away but the restraints held him steady.

Archer picked up the clipboard hanging at the end of the bed. “Looks like Cormac still has a few tests left…” she said as she flipped through the paperwork. She set the clipboard down and fiddled with his IV line. Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out a syringe already filled partway with a clear liquid. As she injected the last bit of liquid, she watched as the Redfield’s eyes started to close. She leaned it and whispered into his ear. “You better hope the good doctor gets this virus right or it will not end well for you.”

Chris let out a soft moan and allowed unconsciousness to take him.

Title: Retribution
Author: Luna
Program: Microsoft Wordpad
Characters: Chris Redfield,Claire Redfield
Summary: Chris is declared dead by the government. Leon receives some evidence that proves otherwise. Claire joins Leon and they both set off to bring Chris home.
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Resident Evil. That all belongs to Capcom.

~ Chapter 1 ~

Terragrove Cemetery

She didn’t know how long she’d been kneeling there. Staring at the gravestone before her. Tears spilled down her face, her hands running over the engraved message. She couldn’t believe it. She wouldn’t believe it. He was all she had and now he was gone. What happened? Hell, not even the government knew. No body was ever found. So, what was the point of crying to an empty grave? What was she mourning for? Sadness was soon replaced with anger. Angry at him. For dying? No, for lying to her. He said that it was going to be an easy mission. ‘It’s going to be a quick recon mission, don’t worry’ he said trying to comfort her. And then she gets a call that he’s been declared MIA. Then after a while, they changed his status to KIA. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t be angry at him. After all, you can’t be mad at a dead man…

The clouds parted, allowing the sunlight to bathe her. She wiped away her tears. How could it possibly be so sunny? Her brother was dead. It shouldn’t be sunny. The world should be mourning with her. As she continued grieving, she didn’t hear the soft footsteps coming up behind her. A hand reached out and rested on her shoulder, causing her to jump a little. Turning around, she saw the familiar sandy blond haired agent looking down at her. He offered his hand and helped her up.

“Leon…what are you doing here? I thought you were on assignment…”

“Not anymore. When I heard about your brother…” He struggled to find what to say next. Finally, he realized that all he could say was “I’m sorry Claire.”

“He told me it was going to be a simple mission.”

He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into a warm embrace. She buried her head into his chest, quietly sobbing. He just hugged her tighter.

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Claire Redfield’s Apartment

Claire’s apartment was simple and well-kept. Leon actually thought it would be a little bit more quirky. He sat on the couch, listening to the television running as she finished her shower. The anchorwoman was reporting the days headlining events which was almost enough to send Leon snoozing. He reached for the remote to shut television off when his communicator rang.

“Kennedy…” he answered.

Ingrid Hunnigan appeared on the small screen. “Leon…where are you?”

“At a friend’s place. What do you need Hunnigan?”

“There’ve been a lot a rumours about a facility on Oakfort Island.”

“Oakfort? What about it?”

“An abandoned hospital…rumours say that there’s an underground facility-”

“Always with the underground facilities…” he interrupted and received a scowl from Hunnigan.

“It’s been connected with a series of biohazard breakouts throughout the country. We’ve recently received reports that biohazard attacks have been confirmed in Toronto and Seattle.”

“Canada?”

“Yep. The President wants the facility checked out. So, get packed up. We’ll have a plane take you out there tomorrow morning.”

“Ok. Anything else?”

“Yeah…” The display screen switched from Ingrid to a black-and-white photo. “This was taken by a surveillance camera. We believe he’s responsible for the attack in Toronto. He’s probably responsible for all the other attacks as well.”

“Do we have an ID on the guy?” The photo only showed a dark-haired man wearing a dark coat and a baseball cap.

“Ran him through facial recognition. Came back as Christopher Redfield…”

Leon froze. Christopher Redfield? As in Claire’s brother? “Wait, that’s impossible. He’s-”

“Dead? Yeah, I have the file with me. Turns out the BSAA never found his body though.”

“So what? He decided to fake his death and switch sides?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he finally snapped. It’s noted in his psychological evaluation that he was suffering from PTSD after a mission in an African town called Kijuju.”

“Alright, thanks Hunnigan.”

Their conversation ended just as Claire came out of her bedroom. She wore a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. “What’s wrong?” she asked the agent, noting the concerned look on his face.

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Claire…I have something to show you.” Leon showed the redhead the photo. Claire’s eyes widened as she dropped her towel. She looked at Leon, an expression of confusion plastered on her face. “It’s Chris.” He waited until she sat down next to him before telling her everything Ingrid had told him just minutes ago. At the end of it, all she could do was shake her head.

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Washington Dulles International Airport

It was another windy morning. Leon stood at the bottom of the staircase leading up to the private jet. He was quite impressed. It was definitely a better ride than last time. Hunnigan was getting better at acquiring transportation. He watched as Claire walked towards him with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

“Morning!” he shouted over the wind and the sound of the jet’s engines powering up.

“Thanks again for letting me come, Leon.”

“No problem.” He said putting on a smile. In reality, he never ran the idea past Hunnigan which meant that the President had no idea that the Redfield was coming with him. But it didn’t worry him. He would tell Hunnigan when they were in the air. Of course, she wouldn’t be very happy. He boarded the jet and took a seat next to Claire.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked him.

“I think you deserve to know the truth. Besides, I could use the help.”

“Alright ladies and gentlemen…” the Captain’s voice came over the intercom, “We’re taking off. Please fasten your seatbelts. Thank you.”

Leon sighed as he buckled his seatbelt. Let the fun begin…

Gilligan's Island another one to add to the list of worst NES games that were ever made something that I would play at all it and that it reminds me of the other NES game "Where Is Waldo" I did'nt like that game at all the graphics were so terrible.

Friday the 13th am sure you all played this game once & and though it was a piece of crap the atari version was not any better either but it was as bad as back to the future game & Totall Recall the movies were better than the video games that game out.

Is there a place on this forum were I can post it so people can see it am not sure about that maybe someone on here know if I can?

Amityville Dollhouse (1996) This eighth installment in the Amityville Horror series went direct to video. It was unconnected to the previous films, with no mention or reference to Amityville or any of the previous events in the series with the exception of the titular dollhouse, which resembles the house from the first 3 films. The word "Amityville" is never even used in the film. It is largely panned for its disjointed story, terrible special effects, ridiculous premise, and complete lack of scares.

I would have to say the NES video game that is the worst that I have played is Back To The Future some movies are not ment to be made into a movie period I could not beat it either it fustrated me quite a bit.

Another one is that fits the category is Total Recall man that movie was terrible even Fantazy Zone was a so much better NES game than than Totall Recall what were they think also what company did that game?

Looking though youtube there is another of smb's hacks but this one the graphics are amazing there are 6 video's in all I watched though them all the hack is named Super Mario TKO which you can find on http://www.smwcentral.com if you want to download it and play it.

Here are two of the video's and there is another users who play the full game in parts on youtube but I will post the two cause it would take me sometime to post all the links one of the hacks that I do have is Mario Forever that is awesome & great hack which am not finished.

There are other places that you can play Super Mario bros 1,2 & 3 am still searching for more website and of course to play them you have to have Sun Java to play cause if not you will get an error or it won't load.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Har4XXCOCyk (Let's Play Super Mario TKO - Part 1)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hFs2cKJ2jg (Let's Play Super Mario TKO - Part 2)

Another hack is Kaizo Mario if I spelled it right is one that I have no played yet if you are still on you tube two of the users Proton Jon and SSoHPKC are two of the users that did that hack Proton Jon is one of my favorite and all the commentary makes my sides hurt when I laugh.

There are quite a few that come to mind for me that I love to play again and again they never get old at all I decided to list the ones down on this post that I remember so you can do the same.

This is only half the list of the video games that I like the whole list is very long so bear with me on this I decided to use images.

Image Credit: The Warp Zone

The music I really liked the part were the comedian was in the vietnam war along with dr.manhattan(Dr.Manjunk) and they were killing the soliders manhattan blew them up was really cool,Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen was one of my fav songs were Nite Owl ll and Silk Spectre ll were making love in the owl ship they left very little to imagination when they did that scene in the movie and yes I have the comic book paper back novel.

I know most people have heard of the artists like Leonard Cohen and Rufus Wainwright they both great musicians the first version I like of the song Hallelujah were she by accident presses the flamethrower button.

I was wondering if anyone could tell me how you put a banner in your profile?since an new here if someone could tell me I would be grateful and be thankfull it's been awhile since I have been on a forum.

Hello my name is LunaRoseAngel I signed up last night this is a really cool site and cool games I can't wait to make alot of friends on here,Some of my favorite arcade games that I own table arcade cabinets Pong & Space Invaders and own alot of the game systems that I play.

After registering for this web site the nes hacks are very cool I have look hard for other mario hacks some I liked alot am glad to be an addition to this web site and to be here.