Strength of the Dragon

By RaistlinofMetallica

John Redfield, football captain of the Saint Anastasia Academy for Boys and Girls, was sitting in John F. Kennedy Airport in New York City. He was reading his playbook while considering the clock now and again. It is the fourteenth of February, After Colony 205. He was waiting for flight 67, Boston to New York. On board is a cousin he hasn’t seen in years. He sighed and looked at the clock, wondering if his cousin would fall asleep on the long drive back to the town of Raccoon City.

A sleek jet was pulling up to the terminal with a slug’s pace. It would be some time before his cousin got off, then. John regarded the note his mother sent with him. It mentioned something about being nice to his cousin, who would just be coming off the long flight from London to Boston and Boston to New York. He rubbed his eyes and sighed as he absently flipped through his playbook again. His mind wandered to his cousin.

It had been twelve years since he’d last seen Louis. They hadn’t been the best of friends. Namely, Louis was too weird and had an advantage on him in height at the time. That, and he’d found himself up a tree after he had teased his cousin about his hair.

A rush of people, more like a shuffle of exhausted zombie-like hordes, exited the terminal. Yawns and grumbles for rest filtered out of the shuffling mass. John spotted a familiar mop of silver hair and stood. “BIRKIN!” he shouted, waving his hand.

Pushing and squeezing his way through the group, his silver-haired cousin finally emerged, dragging along a backpack. “Issat you, John?” he asked, in a classic British accent, odd purple eyes attempting to search for a six-year old that no longer was there.

“Yes, Louis,” the football captain sighed. “Let’s go get your bags. We’ve got a long road trip ahead of us.”

His cousin smirked in an oddly bright manner and looked around. “Can we get something to eat? I’m bloody starving! Never count on an airplane to serve decent fish and chips, let alone decent crisps!” For emphasis, his stomach growled loudly.

John took a moment to remember what chips and crisps were before nodding. “We can get something as soon as we get your bags, okay, Louis?”