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也许是因为莫伊拉和克莱尔搭档的原因,这对cp还挺多人写的。这篇是我很喜欢的一篇,感觉莫伊拉跟克妹真要有点什么的话,大概就是这样子发展的。略长,共7章,只讲了大概24小时的事,所以有大量很细腻的心理描写,这个作者很擅长这种~当然可能有人不是很喜欢这种着重心理描写的类型,这个就各有所好啦!
PS:提到了克妹过去的一段情史,虽然是作者自己加的,不过很有意思~
因为我现在正在同时译两篇,所以只好按章节来了,现在先放上第一章。我的译功不好,加上本文作者语句比较委婉,好多意思我没办法准确表达出来,所以只好加注了。凡是没有标明“原作者注”的都是我加的注~


IP属地:福建1楼2017-04-25 19:31回复
    标题:信任的尽头(when the credits end)
    注:我也不知道怎样才翻译得对味……反正信任的尽头就是爱情了~
    作者:Some_Creep
    译者:德文的坎宁爵士
    概要:
    当我们的英雄返回家园后,他们所历经的一切都不会再被提及了。当然,他们看起来很酷,很自信,但事实上果真如此吗?对于那些已经接受了生化危机噩梦般洗礼的人,也许这些反反复复的战斗和磨难并不是想象中那么糟糕。但对于像莫伊拉这样的新兵,从地狱般的劫难中逃出来后,要回到“正常的生活”却并不容易。
    原作者注:
    这是一篇从启示录2第2章节出来后我就断断续续地在写的同人。我是个潜水的“黑客”,所以在游戏出全之前很久就知道结局了。讲真我很不喜欢这个垃圾结局,所以我决定另写一个。不管怎样,我想看看有没有人对此感兴趣,再决定要不要把剩下写好的放上来。原本我是用第三人称写的,加上有些地方我可能忘了修改,所以看起来可能会有点怪怪的~
    注:其实这篇东西已经完结了,这段话是作者创作第一章时写的。作者花了四个多月完成,一共7章。
    正文
    又一个噩梦,又是一个他妈该死的噩梦。这已经是这个星期的第六次了,而今天才周四。我回家才2个月,才他妈的2个月,然而差不多每个夜晚都饱受这些该死的噩梦折磨。它们通常都差不多,惨厉的尖叫,一闪而过的血光,腐烂潮湿的气息——我的所有感官都笼罩在它们的包围下,仿佛从来不曾离开那个岛。我无法入睡,无法进食,甚至没法挪动身子关掉我房间里的灯。我就像一个笨拙的、完全不能照顾自己的幼童,强加的虚假的自信只能让我坚持到这里。
    ——怕黑?你是有多懦弱?你现在好好的在家里。
    这种自我安慰对我起不了多少作用。
    我看了看时间,叹息一声。现在是凌晨02:45。我拿起手机,打算上一会儿网,好安定一下情绪回去睡觉。我不忌讳跟朋友们谈起我的经历,但结果是,我与他们之间的关系弄得一团糟。我试图以一种漫不经心的、好像很酷的语调叙述这些事,但到最后,他们问了太多问题,我胆怯了,再也说不下去。天呐,一想起这些事我就觉得我是个彻头彻尾的失败者。
    我翻了个身,打开手机,显示出来的是我上一条短信。我静静地把它重新看了一遍,这是克莱尔发来的。好吧,她是唯一一个我目前还保持着正常联系的人。我很庆幸我还活着,我知道我很爱家人们,但往事如烟,那些历历的场景始终萦绕在脑海中。“如果你想谈谈的话”“不,我没事,真的”,我和父亲这样的对话发生了多少次?我不知道,没有数过……但巴瑞一定注意到了我情绪上的变化。上帝啊,我已经糟糕到跟谁一起也不敢夜晚离开这所房子了。如果每次假装“我没事”都能得到一美元,我已经有足够的钱来进行可能需要的一切治疗了。
    我盯着手机屏幕,慢慢地读着和克莱尔的短信。
    ——你还能应付下来吧?
    ——还好,只等着这些该死的伤口愈合了
    ——我跟你说过,这需要一点时间。多休息,放轻松些,你就会在……反正在某个时候,会好起来的。
    ——谢谢,那让我充满希望
    ——我能说些什么呢,我又不是医生 ,:P
    ——那是个表情符号吗?下次我见到你我要揍你。(注:我也不是很明白,大概莫伊拉很讨厌表情符号吧~)
    ——喂,我也还疼着呢,那可不公平!
    ——那已经是最轻的了
    ——快去睡吧,你会好得更快的
    ——你怎么知道,你又不是医生~
    ——反正我要上床了,所以你也该去睡
    ——是了,是了,随便吧
    ——晚安,莫伊拉~ <3
    ——你要敢再发一次,我可真的不客气了。
    ——<3
    ——滚!
    看起来挺正常的,能忘记过去发生的事真不错。克莱尔似乎应对得非常好——难以置信的好,那大概就是为什么她被选了去那个“试验”吧(注:指启示录2被尼尔·费雪和亚丽克丝·威斯克绑架到萨比提岛进行T恐惧病毒试验之事件)。她很坚强,非常坚强。多少次我们从死亡边缘逃出来后,克莱尔居然还能不失时机地开个玩笑?那(指克莱尔那种明显的故作轻松)是病态的,强行压制,哦,倒不如说尝试强行压制巨大的压力(指莫伊拉的做法),也是病态的。
    我又看了看钟,真该死,仍然是尴尬的凌晨时分。我不愿意把克莱尔叫醒,但我真的需要再感受一下那种正常的感觉,一秒钟也好,求求你了?
    ——克莱尔?
    我盯着我的手机,等待着,焦急地期盼她的可能根本不会有的回应。她实在不可能在这个时候还醒着。不会在这个时间,绝不可能。我躺回去,想上上网来分散一下注意力,但我得说那些东西既肤浅又没意思,实在引不起我的兴趣。10分钟后,我几乎准备放弃了,但这时手机忽然发出了短信提示音。
    ——嗯?
    ——你怎么还醒着?
    ——你不也是吗?
    ——只是想看看你怎么了——我几乎不加考虑地就发出了这条短信。上帝啊,这看起来愚蠢极了,现在是凌晨三点,克莱尔也许正蜷缩在床上盯着手机,忍受着不知道什么时候才憋不下去的小便。现在是不是已经来不及删掉它了?对的,来不及了,克莱尔已经在回复了。
    ——我挺好的,你呢?—— 我立即注意到她没有提到为什么还不睡觉的问题。她要么是个不需要睡眠的超人,要么她其实就在说谎——她像我一样,一直都醒着,在这种情况下,我宁愿相信前者。
    ——嗯,呃,是的……
    ——所以怎么了?——嗯,很好,就这样保持着闲聊的样子吧,这会帮助我入睡的,克莱尔,你真是太聪明了。
    我正准备输入我的下一个回复时,一阵很大的重物坠落的声音在外面响起来。我的内心仿佛一下子停止了跳动,大脑一片空白,在床上一动不敢动。以前我可以很好地抑制住我的恐惧,但那时我并不是独自一人。现在虽然没有那该死的手环在我手腕上,但我知道我已陷入了恐惧。
    ——天哪天哪该死!克莱尔,外面有东西!——我设法不让手指抖得厉害,哆哆嗦嗦地打下这行字,发出去。没有短信回应我,相反,我的手机立即响起了来电铃声。
    但愿我能表现得勇敢些。“嗨……嗨?”该死! (注:这里是指莫伊拉希望自己在接克莱尔的电话时能表现得勇敢些,但她的发颤的语调还是暴露了她。)
    “莫伊拉?”是克莱尔,对的,当然了,不然还有谁会在这种时候打电话给我。她的声音满是关切,哦,那时候当我们刚刚意识到自己置身于地狱中时,她也是用这种语调安慰我的。“莫伊拉,你还好吗?说话啊!”
    我第一时间点了点头,但立即意识到克莱尔其实是看不见我的,“我在呢。”
    “发生了什么事?”
    “我听到了一个怪声”我以前从不曾像这样说过话,从不曾如此直接地表现自己的软弱。我自觉已在崩溃的边缘,马上就要泪如泉涌。为什么我要经历这么多没有尽头的、源源不断的苦难……这就是战争吗?不,不可能,我敢说这比战争还要糟糕,必然的。但我自己都不确定我是不是真的相信它。这两种情况本就不能同日而语。也许这(指莫伊拉正在经历的)已经是(各种各样残酷的磨难中)最好的情况了。
    “是怎样的怪声?需要我赶过来吗?”
    需要(克莱尔过来)吗?当然不;想(克莱尔过来)吗?也许吧 。“我-我还好,巴瑞-哦,我是说爸爸-在家里,尽管我认为他并没有听见……我没有听到有人起来。”
    “你是从哪里听到的?”
    “似乎就是……在我那该死的窗户后面……”我含含糊糊地说。我知道待在二楼我应该是安全的,但是……知道归知道,这不代表我就真的能感到安全。
    “你可以看看外边,告诉我是什么情况,有必要的话我可以在三分钟内赶到”,她听起来有足够的把握,那让我稍稍有点安心。
    “你跟我说说话吧?”我说。我不敢下地,害怕有什么东西潜伏在我床底下。简直是太幼稚了,然而我还是不由自主地想躲起来。
    克莱尔没立即答话,努力想些话题来分散我的注意力,“你明天要到我这儿来吗?”她提议,“我们可以出去兜兜风,吃个披萨,看个电影什么的。”
    “听起来就像是那种很烂的约会。”
    “那就是了”,她笑道,虽然笑声听起来不是那么自然,“没别的东西比一些糟糕的约会更能把你拉回现实生活中,所以你怎么说?”
    “我……可以在那儿过夜吗?我不会占用太多地方的。”
    “如果你爸爸答应了,那当然可以,没什么不行的。那怪声消失了吗?”
    “是的,我想……已经消失了。”
    “现在可以去看看吗?”
    我慢慢地站起来 ,爬到窗户旁。我尽量不发出脚步声,害怕有什么东西会听到动静,然后把我再次抓走。隔着一层百叶窗,我勉强探出头去,看到了我的恐惧来源。原来是有东西撞翻了外面的垃圾桶。“该死的浣熊!”我说,长舒了一口气。然而伴随而来的是完完全全的羞耻,“他妈的那样子吓我……”(注:我感觉作者是有意用“浣熊”这个词,因为莫伊拉其实并没有看真切是不是浣熊, 她也没有经历过浣熊市事件,不知道“浣熊”一词对克莱尔来说含义甚深)
    “你快回床上去吧。”克莱尔说,听见我确实那么做了。我躲在被子里面,灯仍然亮着。
    “那个,很抱歉让你还打电话来,那其实没什么大不了的……”
    “嘘,不用为此道歉。我跟你说过,你觉得需要谈谈的话,尽管联系我。事实上你确实需要谈谈。”
    “呃,就算是吧。但这个时间发短信太不适宜了。”
    “没关系的,莫伊拉,别放在心上。我明天会打给你,约个时间,然后来接你。怎样?”
    “好。噢,还有……克莱尔?”
    “嗯?”
    “谢谢你打电话来,你知道的……听到你的声音……感觉很好。”
    “随时恭候。需要我再跟你聊聊吗?抑或你已经没问题了?”
    尽管我还远远够不上“没问题”,但要强的羞耻心驱使我说,是的我没问题,然后结束这次谈话。我不会那么容易睡着,除非已经疲惫到昏厥的边缘。而一旦睡眠到我恢复了做噩梦的精力时,它们就会毫不客气地回来,从来都是那样的。


    IP属地:福建2楼2017-04-25 20:01
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      2025-05-19 09:02:23
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      英文原文:
      When the Credits End
      By Some_Creep
      Summary:
      It is never addressed what our heroes go through once they return home. Sure theyseem cool and confident, but are they really? For those with more experience,maybe these repeated bio-terror incidents aren't so bad. For a newbie likeMoira though, returning to "normal life" after slogging through Hellisn't an easy transition to make.
      Notes:
      A piece I've been working on on and off since Episode 2 came out. I'm a dumb"hacker" and I knew how this game ended long before it all gotreleased so I can get away with shit like that. Anyway there's more written butI just want to see if anyone's interested in it for now. It was originallythird person so the editing probably got ***ed somewhere and chances are Iforgot to fix something.
      Chapter 1 Chapter Text
      Another nightmare. Another goddamn ***ing nightmare. It was sixth time this week and it was only Thursday. I had been home only two months, just two ***ing months, yet every night since I've been plagued with some horrific nightmare or another. They always felt the same. A shriek, a flash of blood, the smell of dampness and decay clouding my senses. It felt like I never left that island at all. I haven't been sleeping, can't eat, can't even bring myself to turn the lights off in my room anymore. I feel like a toddler. Faux confidence was only going to carry me so far.
      ——Afraid of the dark? How much of a pussy can you be? You're at home now. You're fine.
      The self-reassurance never did me much good.
      Glancing at the clock, I frowned at the time. Two forty-three A.M. I reached for my phone, hoping that maybe playing around on the internet might put me back to sleep. I hadn't dared mention what had happened to me to any of my friends, and as a result, my relationships all went to shit. Sure I'd tried to play it off cool, but in the end, when they asked too many questions, I'd freeze up. God I felt like a loser just thinking about it.
      Rolling onto my side, I turned on my phone. It opened to my last message thread, and quietly I began to read over them. It was Claire. Well of course it was who else was I still on decent terms with? Sure, I was grateful for my life, and yes I knew I loved my family, but that didn't take away what happened. "If you need to talk--" "No I'm fine, really." How many times had that exchange happened with me and dad now? If I had only counted...Barry had to have noticed my changes in moods. God it was getting so bad I wouldn't even leave the house at night with someone. Maybe if I had a dollar for every time I lied about being fine, I'd have enough money to afford all that therapy I probably needed.
      I stared at my oldest message from the night, reading over Claire's texts slowly.
      'You holding up ok?'
      'Yeah fine. Just waiting for these ***ing cuts to heal.'
      'I told you it takes a while. Just spend some time relaxing and you'll be fine in...whenever you're fine . '
      ' Thanks, that fills me with hope.'
      'What can I say, I'm not a doctor. :P'
      'Was that an emoji? Next time I see you I'm gonna punch you.'
      'Hey I'm still sore too. That wouldn't be fair!'
      'It'll be when you least expect it.'
      'Get some sleep already. You'll heal faster.'
      'How do you know, you're not a doctor~.'
      'Well I'm going to bed so you should too.'
      'Yeah, yeah, whatever dad.'
      'Goodnight, Moira~ <3'
      'Do that again and I'll really kick your ass.'
      '<3'
      'Fucker.'
      The conversation had almost felt normal. It was nice to forget about what had happened. Claire seemed to be holding up incredibly well. That's why she was picked for that "experiment" anyway wasn't it? She was tough. Too tough. How many times had we brushed death and Claire found the time to make a joke ? That couldn't be healthy. Not that repressing it (or rather trying to) was healthy either.
      I glanced at the clock again. Yep, still some ungodly time in the morning. I didn't want to wake Claire, but I needed to feel that normalcy again, just for a moment. Please?
      'Claire?'
      I started at my phone, waiting, watching, anxiously hoping for both a response and a rejection. There was no way in hell she was up. Not at this hour, no ***ing chance. I went back to trying to distract myself with other internet goings- on, but all of it felt shallow and pointless. After ten minutes I was ready to give up when the message bar poked in from the top of the screen.
      'Yes'm ?'
      'Why are you up?'
      'Why are you?'
      'Just wondering how you were..' I sent the message almost without thinking. God it looked stupid, felt even stupider knowing Claire was reading it at three A.M. probably curled up in bed squinting at her phone wondering what the piss was wanted of her now. Would it be too late to delete it? Yep, too late, Claire was writing back already.
      'I'm doing alright. You?' I noticed right away she did not mention sleep. Either Claire was functionally immortal and did not need sleep, which at this point I would believe, or she was lying to hide the fact she had been woken up.
      'Oh uh...yeah.'
      'So what's up?' Alright good, keep it casual, help me fall back asleep. Smart thinking as always, Claire.
      I was about to type my next response when I heard a loud crash outside. Immediately my heart froze and I was set into a panic, freezing up on my bed. I had done well to suppress all of my fear before, but I hadn't been alone then. No stupid bracelet on my arm now to tell my when to be afraid so damn it I would be.
      'Fuck *** *** claire theres something outside ***' I managed to write, forcing my fingers to move enough to get my point across. No text response came, and instead my phone immediately began to ring.
      Sound brave, sound brave... "H-...Hello?" Fuck
      "Moira?" It was Claire, well of course it was who else would be calling me now. Her voice was filled with concern, and she spoke in that same soothing tone she had when we first woke up in Hell together. "Moira are you alright? Talk to me."
      I nodded at first before realizing Claire couldn't actually see me. "I'm here."
      "What happened?"
      "I heard a noise..." I hadn't talked about it before this, hadn't shown any weakness so upfront. I felt on the verge of tears. So much shit for so long... Was this what going to war was like? No way. I could tell myself this was ***ing worse, that it had to be, but I wasn't sure even I believed that. The two situations just weren't on equal footing. Maybe that was for the best.
      "What kind of noise? Do you need me to come over?"
      Need no; want probably. "I-I'm okay Barry's- dad's home. I don't think he heard it though...I didn't hear anyone get up."


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        "Where'd you hear it from?"
        "It was like...right outside my ***ing window..." I mumbled, knowing that on the second floor I should be reasonably safe. Should be didn't mean I felt it.
        "Can you look outside for me. I can be there in three minutes if I need to." She sounded confident enough. That helped.
        "Just talk to me instead?" I asked, not daring to set one foot on the floor for fear of what was lurking beneath my bed. It felt so childish yet I couldn't fight the urge to hide my self away.
        Claire was quiet for a moment as she thought up some topic to keep distracted. "Would you like to come over tomorrow?" She offered. "We can go for a ride together. Get some pizza and watch a movie or something."
        "Sounds like a really shitty date."
        "That's the idea." She laughed, though it didn't sound entirely genuine. "Nothing quite grounds you back in reality like a few bad dates. So what do you say?"
        "Can I...stay the night too? I won't take up a lot of room."
        "If your dad says it's okay, sure. I don't see why you can't. Is the noise gone?"
        "Yeah it's...I think it's gone."
        "Can you check for me now?"
        I stood up slowly, creeping over to the window. I kept my footsteps light, fearful that something may hear me and come to take me away again. Barely peaking out from behind my blinds, I saw the real horror of what lie outside. Something had knocked over their trashcans . "Fucking raccoons!" I said, feeling a quick sense of relief, followed by complete and utter shame. "Fucking scared the shit out of me..."
        "Back into bed, you." Claire said, listening as I did just that, hiding my self under the blankets with the light, of course, still on.
        "Look I'm sorry I made you call, it just-…"
        " Shh. No apologizing for that. I told you to get a hold of me when you needed to talk. You needed to talk."
        "Well yeah, but it's a shitty time to be texting."
        "It's fine, Moira, don't sweat it. I'll call tomorrow and we'll set up a time for me to come get you. Deal?"
        "Deal. Oh and...Claire?"
        Hm?"
        "Thanks for calling...It was, uh- It was nice to, y'know, hear your voice?" Damn that sounded gay.
        "Any time. Need me to stay on the line or are you alright?"
        While I was far, far from alright, my embarrassment drove me to say I was, thus ending the conversation. Sleep wouldn't come any easier unless I was fatigued to the point of literally passing out, and then once I'd gotten enough sleep, the dreams would return. They always did.


        IP属地:福建4楼2017-04-25 20:09
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          忽然发现有句话忘了译,大概是倒数第五行那里,补上后是这样子的~
          “谢谢你打电话来,你知道的……听到你的声音……感觉很好。” 该死!怎么听起来那么暧昧。
          “随时恭候。需要我再跟你聊聊吗?抑或你已经没问题了?”
          尽管我还远远够不上“没问题”,但要强的羞耻心驱使我说,是的我没问题,然后结束这次谈话。我不会那么容易睡着,除非已经疲惫到昏厥的边缘。而一旦睡眠到我恢复了做噩梦的精力时,它们就会毫不客气地回来,从来都是那样的。


          IP属地:福建5楼2017-04-25 20:12
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            克熊一直都擅长勾搭到年下的


            IP属地:浙江来自Android客户端6楼2017-04-26 15:55
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              x了莫伊拉,自己还有一段情史,这个设定更爽了


              IP属地:中国香港来自Android客户端7楼2017-04-27 09:46
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                表示这对的文看过几篇,不过很诡异的很多都要和尼尔扯上关系雷我一下,这文看起来不错


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                  2025-05-19 08:56:23
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                  第二章
                  原作者注:我知道怎样添加章节了,也许现在我才知道如何写作。
                  正文
                  当我从最后一个噩梦醒来时,我很庆幸已经到了一个可以起床的时间。十点三十分,我拖拖拉拉地下了床,想尽可能地做一些“正常的生活”会做的事。我在房子里游荡着,寻思着该干些什么。但最后我放弃了,捧着一罐谷类食物倒在沙发上。如果没别的东西能让我高兴起来,这些糖霜蜜饯应该能让我好受一点,对吧?
                  心不在焉地看了大概半小时电视后,我决定自己打电话给克莱尔,看看她昨晚的邀请是不是还有效。不管怎样,她说过她愿意我打电话给她,况且现在这个时间她应该也不会还睡着——我觉得她的精力大概是无限的吧。就像之前一样,她好像很高兴接到我的来电,尽管我不知道为什么。我不知道为什么在这种时刻打扰她她也不生气。事实上,我在为自己生气。她保证说只要我想,她会马上过来,然后我尝试解释说,如果她有时间的话,我希望能整天都跟她一起度过。
                  我希望能以一种尽可能不尴尬的方式表达出来。
                  “你知道,我真的很想很想你,所以……”
                  还是搞砸了。(注:这里是指莫伊拉认为她的表达方式还是很尴尬,因为直接说了“想你”~)
                  我一放下电话,就看到我母亲从外面走进来。开门的声音吓到我了,但我很高兴没人看到我退缩畏惧的样子。当当我意识到那是谁时,我稍稍感觉舒服了一些。我与她一直都关系不错,就像很多其他的青春期女孩一样,母亲总是比较容易相处的。只是,我现在法律上已经成年了,她其实已经不能再拿担心孩子为借口来担心我。但是,当得知我不见了后,她仍然非常悲惧。许多年前她差点失去一个女儿(注:玩过or看过启示录2的都知道~就是莫伊拉拿枪误伤了波莉的事),而现在她又差点失去另一个。她是个多么可怜的女人。
                  “嗨,呃,妈?”
                  “什么事,莫伊拉?”
                  “我今天打算跟克莱尔出去,可以吗?”
                  我母亲脸上的表情表示,她脑中已经响起了无数危险信号,促使她想脱口而出“绝对不行,以后也永远不行,就算付我钱也不行”之类的话。“跟克莱尔?”
                  “对的。我们昨天晚上通了电话,她说我们可以吃点披萨,看看电影之类的。我猜应该只是在她家附近。”
                  克莱尔·雷德菲尔德不论在哪种意义上都是一个好人——很好的好人,但我母亲对她有了一种明显的、清晰的不信任。因为对她来说,若不是因为那令人难堪和窒息的事实——克莱尔某种程度上导致了我的被劫持和之后的种种遭遇,那么一个三十四岁的女人邀请她二十二岁的女儿赴一场(本质上是约会的)见面也许不会让她如此警觉。尽管我很久以前——久到未成年以前——就认识她,但她对克莱尔的观感丝毫不会因此改变,虽然她从未对我们的关系表过态。
                  “哦,这样吗?你爸知道吗?”
                  “还不知道,我很怀疑他会不会在意!我的意思是,他了解她,他知道她很酷。”还知道克莱尔竭尽全力地想要救我,但我们至今都没有提过这件事,也许永远也不会提。
                  “要是他真的在意呢?”
                  “我敢肯定他不会的……克莱尔很了不起,我跟她在一起就像我在家一样安全。”
                  “你还不知道要注意安全吗?!还有,除非你告诉了你爸,否则哪儿也不许去!”
                  “好好好,我知道了。反正他不同意也不会让我离开这所房子。如果发现我再次消失了,我猜他会把我狠狠揍一顿的……。”白天我更易于假装我没事,因为没那么多可能藏着变异的怪兽的黑影。我更喜欢这样子。
                  巴瑞会在不久后回家,那时娜塔丽亚一定会跟在他身边蹦蹦跳跳的。他主动承担起做她父亲的责任,这其实都在大家意料之内。我母亲一开始不太确定她对此有什么感受,但事实是她的母性本能就像巴瑞的父性一样容易被唤醒。而波莉……波莉发现她其实还是挺高兴当姐姐的,因为那样一来她就可以欺负一个比她小的妹妹了,巴瑞对此可是极力反对。
                  终于,波莉慢悠悠地下来了,重重地倒在沙发上,跟我并排坐着。一般来说她这样做是准备要捉弄我,但考虑到近期发生的事,她的这种倾向有了(轻微的)减弱。我们就那么静静地坐着,茫然地盯着电视荧屏。
                  “所以……”波莉最后打破了沉默,“还好吧?”
                  “不,从来没好过。”
                  “看得出来。”
                  “嗯”
                  “某人心情不佳喔。”
                  “一直都是。”
                  “一直都是?”波莉皱了皱眉,越过来推了推我,不过没有很大力。
                  “不对吧,上次那个谁来看你的时候你心情很不错。”
                  “没有的事,不知道你说的是谁。”
                  “炫酷的摩托女郎!”
                  我感到我的脸变红了,但我选择无视,“哦,她怎么了?听着,她是爸爸的朋友,不是我的,我们只是……最后一起到了一个很糟糕的地方,就这样,没了,那不足以让我们成为朋友。”
                  “你们在那之前就是正儿八经的朋友,你是为了她才加入那个愚蠢的组织,因为你已经无可救药地爱上她……”
                  “你他妈能不能闭嘴?我不想再谈这件事了。就像,反正……对,我今天之所以要去她家只是为了摆脱你,你个讨厌的小屁孩。”尽管这种斗嘴让我很烦,但某种意义上它却是“正常”的。我可不喜欢被残酷地取笑,但波莉老是在事情发生前就嘲笑我。她的捉弄却帮我意识到待在家里没必要把事情弄得太复杂,所有东西都会回到它们的轨道上。然而我真的想要那样吗(注:指前述的所有东西都回归轨道)?即使在家里(注:这里是指克莱尔家里),一旦有突发情况,克莱尔似乎也可以在几秒钟内转变成一个炽烈的战斗机器,异常冷静地面对枪林弹雨(注:这一点在最后一章会得到证实)。那大概不是一个正常人会表现出来的吧?
                  忽然传来的前门开门声又惊吓到我,但这次是胳膊上挂着半打购物袋的巴瑞。他身后跟着那个小小的黑头发姑娘,笑得很开心。某人将要成为新的宠儿了,不是吗?
                  我看了他们片刻,娜塔丽亚跳着跑着,坐到我和波莉中间 。有时候她看起来像个平常的小女孩,其他时候……不那么像。我不太确定应该怎样对待这一切,但我和巴瑞都选择对我母亲和波莉隐瞒她的绝大部分过去。
                  “巴瑞带我出去购物了。”她自豪地说。也许当她开始适应正常的家庭生活时,她就显得没那么怪异了。然而我怀疑在她整个人生历程有没有完全正常过,但……他妈的我们不可能知道。“他们说波莉的衣服已经全都被送出去了,所以这里没什么合我身的衣服。”
                  波莉眉头一皱,双手交叉在胸前,“给了谁?我不记得有这回事。”
                  “看在上帝份上,这有关系吗?你觉得你现在还是15岁?”我插嘴。
                  “呃,不我19岁了,你个笨蛋!你又不是不知道!”
                  “是了,是了,随便吧。”
                  我从沙发站起来,缺乏热情地拍了拍娜塔丽亚的头,然后去找巴瑞。现在,他正把他的购物袋放到厨房的桌子上,骄傲地展示他为家里新成员买的东西。
                  “嗨,呃,爸?”我已经有很长一段时间没这样叫他了,但现在,经过了这么多事后,不这样做反而显得更奇怪。
                  “什么事,莫伊拉?”他像往常一样关切地说。这种感觉其实挺好的,但,可恶,他什么时候才能不那么担忧?
                  “我……我今天可以跟克莱尔出去吗?”
                  “她的主意吗?还是你的?”
                  “她的”
                  “那么,我想没什么不行的。”
                  凯西(注:即莫伊拉的母亲)就站在对面,很明显对此深深不满。我跑回起居室去,躲过一场她的关于“安全”的说教。跟一个年长女人一起出去闲逛的后果有那么糟糕吗?她(注:指克莱尔)看起来也并没有那么可怕。事实上她在我心中是“可怕”的相反面。她很坚强,冷静,有安全感……以及漂亮。想到最后一点我总是觉得很不安,但这是无可置疑的事实。即使把头发剪短了,她还是他妈的很漂亮。我非常,非常确定我不喜欢女生(注:莫伊拉你立这个flag会后悔的) ,但那不代表我就不能欣赏一个长得漂亮的女人。
                  好吧,也许那个主意(注:指前文莫伊拉为解释自己对克莱尔的感觉而想出来的说辞)就是完完全全的胡说八道。不管怎样波莉就是那么想的,而我也回想起,在这一切发生之前,我显然觉得跟克莱尔成为搭档是一件很快乐的事。当然了,我那时很年轻,太年轻了。当那种感觉(注:指前文说的跟克莱尔在一起很快乐)涌上来时,我总是狠狠地提醒自己,我既年轻,又愚蠢。但凡年轻人都想跟他们遇见的每一个性感尤物来一发,不管他们是什么性别,这是很正常的事。
                  然而克莱尔并不只是“性感”。即使是我们初次见面时,我对她的印象也远不止“性感”,尽管那是她无可否认且显而易见的特征。克莱尔说她早先就认识我了,还拿出一张照片作为证据。我告诉自己那张照片给我看之前一定被修过,因为在那上面我笑着站在巴瑞身边,波莉也在上面,差不多跟我一样绽放着笑容。
                  她身上确实有些别的东西。在她那过时的摩托短夹克和友善得近乎笨拙的行为举止后面,确实有些东西吸引了我。当然了,那时候我觉得我对她的这种感觉(注:“这种感觉”是指莫伊拉被克莱尔身上一些东西吸引。)近乎荒谬,但那种吸引力一直都在,不曾消失。
                  我们真正意义上的第一次会面是一场可怕的灾难,一件足以困扰我余生的社交的丑闻。波莉狠狠地奚落我亲吻了克莱尔,然而紧接着我就带克莱尔去看了一场丧尸主题的科幻恐怖片并因此导致她情绪彻底崩溃(注:这里照应上文提到的波莉总是在事情发生之前就嘲笑我。大概克莱尔因为看丧尸电影而崩溃后莫伊拉不小心亲吻了她……)。那个时候,我根本想象不到这种恶心的生化怪物真的存在,但倘若我脑子稍微清醒一点,我绝不会让克莱尔因为看那种电影受折磨。克莱尔把她手臂上的伤口都归因于自然灾难,或是她骑机车出的意外,或是其他的什么事,总之是与丧尸无关的事。
                  (注:莫伊拉说那是一场“灾难”和“丑闻”,因为到现在为止,参见上文,她都在想各种理由为自己开脱对克莱尔的迷恋,偏偏她们初次见面就发生了kiss的事,所以才说是灾难。)
                  “你又在幻想你的女朋友了。”波莉注意到我似乎在充满期待地凝视着外面,嬉笑道,“我敢打赌下一分钟她就会出现在这里,然后你就会对她一见倾心。”
                  “她不是……”我对她怒目而视,不过很快又点点头,“我也这么希望的。我打电话给她。妈妈仍然恨她。”
                  “她可真是个性掠夺者,我的意思是……公平来说。”

                  “不她不是的,闭嘴!”我厉声说,一只手猛推了她一把,“她绝对不是,我已经过了18岁了!”
                  “好吧,不过似乎……你以前可没有试过那么那么的……”
                  (注:这里波莉应该是指莫伊拉以前从没有试过因为一个人而那么激动过,暗示她其实很在乎克莱尔……)
                  “那是你挑起的主意!”
                  “随便吧~”


                  IP属地:福建10楼2017-05-03 16:24
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                    呃,排版好像不太正……实在看得难受的话,我可以把Word版截图或是传上来……


                    IP属地:福建11楼2017-05-03 16:27
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                      炫酷的摩托女郎克莱尔


                      IP属地:福建12楼2017-05-03 16:30
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                        再来个比较适合本文主题的动图


                        IP属地:福建13楼2017-05-03 16:31
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                          不过我好奇克妹什么时候变成了摩托女郎……2代时候她骑去浣熊市的机车还是舍友借的呀(官方小说里有提到)


                          IP属地:福建14楼2017-05-03 16:45
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                            性掠夺者


                            IP属地:中国香港来自Android客户端15楼2017-05-03 20:27
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                              2025-05-19 08:50:23
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                              仔细想想发现,sex-predator 性掠夺者 好像也可以翻译成 采花贼 ,根据后文克妹采过的花好像还不少,天哪我克妹的形象……


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