Unconventional
A/N: Okay, so by now this story is on a roll! yay! I'm really trying to work on what I'm going to do, for this saga is going pretty well right now and I've never finished a multi-chapter story before! But I have SO MANY ideas for this one, i will just HAVE to go on! Expect a TON of Billy/Rebecca romance, and about the whole Brad thing, I'm not sure how that will pan out. Review this chappie with ideas and I'll take them into consideration!
She was literally up to her arms in sewage. There had to be a key somewhere, right? Why the hell would they NOT leave a key leaving around where one could "innocently" stumble upon it? Rebecca Chambers had one arm in a drain, moving it carefully back and forth, her fingers stretching and searching for anything that could help her. The others had to be doing better than this... she thought as a bit of sewage splashed up in her face. I'd rather have zombies than this!
Giving up she slid down along the wall, settling down on the slight ridge of the tunnel. Sludge was all around her, squishing in her shoes, sliding down his arm. Disgusted she turned her head up and away from her body, shaking her arms rapidly, just trying to get some of it out.
Why was there not a key anywhere? The mansion, the train, the recruitment facility, they all had the keys somewhere! But this was a tunnel, and there might not be that luxury. Which meant there might not be any hope for her, and there was no way back. Maybe she could dig her way out, but that would take some time, and she wasn't sure how much time she had left.
Sighing, she got back up and moved over to the pile of rubbage. She picked up on brick and threw it aside. There did not seem to be any break in the wall that had formed. This was going to take forever. There was no other way though, and she got to work, hoping that the others would find her before she died down there.
After a few minutes, she her a thump from overheard. What the...? She thought, moving to where the sound had come from. The door! Was someone there?
It opened and she almost screamed with joy, but kept it in for the fear that it wasn't a friendly person coming to her rescue. Huddling back into the shadows now made by the small amount of light that shone down, she watched as boots appeared on the ladder.
Who was it?
Jeans follow, and a tight muscle shirt with arms covered with tattoos that led the person down the ladder. Even in the dim light she could see that the tattoos were the same ones she had carressed so long ago... the tattoos that she had dreamt about many times.
Billy!
She rushed to the ladder, waiting for him to finish. When he turned to her and their eyes met for the first time in three years, there were no fireworks. Only extreme joy, and the world seemed to slow down for Rebecca as he came at her, pulling his arms around her and hugging her close, his strong arms embracing her fully. Tears came down her face as she hugged him back, her lips finding the place where his next met his shoulders and started kissing.
Pulling back, he tilted her face up to his. "I've been waiting for this for so long..." he said, and kissed her long and deep on the lips, closing his eyes as he closed the small gap between them. Rebecca could smell the musky scent that she had grown so accustomed to with their time together. She remembered everything that had happened aboard that train and in that facility outside Raccoon City. How they met, the nastiness she had originally felt towards him, how that turned into a love that she knew would never escape her.
"Billy..." she returned as they parted. "I-"
"No," he said, his voice calm. She knew he had missed her, she could tell it by the look in his eyes as they drifted over her body. But she also knew he would never outrightly say it, as part of who he was. And right now he was all business. "The others are in trouble."
"What do you mean?"
"Something got to Barry. I saw it on my way out of these tunnels."
She pulled back from him. "How do you know about the others? Why were you in here and why didn't you say anything to me then? What do you mean 'something got to Barry'?"
"Rebecca, there isn't the time for explanations. Please just listen. Wesker is here and he's going after all of you. No one is safe here."
"But how did he know that we were going to follow him here?"
"How did you know he was going to be here?" He asked, specticism in his voice, which had grown harsh. She knew that he wasn't going to relent until they were out of there, and then he'd probably just leave again. And again. Were they ever going to end up together, as they should?
"Chris told us, he has been tracking Wesker."
"Now think about that," he said as he moved to wrap his arms Rebecca, as if to protect her from his thoughts and accusations. "Don't you think it a little odd that Chris can seem to find Wesker when the rest of your team can't?"
"Don't you dare say what I think you are about to say! Don't do it! Please! I can't take this!"
"You didn't see his body, Rebecca. Barry's head was... smashed... to a pulp. I knew he was still attacked after his death, you are not the only ones following Umbrella. You wouldn't believe some of the things they do to animals, to inmates on death row..." Pain screamed a path across his face, and he had to look away from her.
"No, no, no!"
"Listen! Chris has betrayed you all! I'm sorry, but we have to find them to warn them! Your friends are with him right now!"
She finally gave up struggling with her emotions and collapsed in his arms. "Oh God," she said, sobbing into his shirt. Tears mixed with sweat and stuck to her face but she did not care. "Please be lying to me!"
"I could never lie to you. You made sure of that yourself..."
Together they started towards the ladder, and he went up first. She was about to take her first step into a trap that had been long in creation.
A/N: Okay, so by now this story is on a roll! yay! I'm really trying to work on what I'm going to do, for this saga is going pretty well right now and I've never finished a multi-chapter story before! But I have SO MANY ideas for this one, i will just HAVE to go on! Expect a TON of Billy/Rebecca romance, and about the whole Brad thing, I'm not sure how that will pan out. Review this chappie with ideas and I'll take them into consideration!
She was literally up to her arms in sewage. There had to be a key somewhere, right? Why the hell would they NOT leave a key leaving around where one could "innocently" stumble upon it? Rebecca Chambers had one arm in a drain, moving it carefully back and forth, her fingers stretching and searching for anything that could help her. The others had to be doing better than this... she thought as a bit of sewage splashed up in her face. I'd rather have zombies than this!
Giving up she slid down along the wall, settling down on the slight ridge of the tunnel. Sludge was all around her, squishing in her shoes, sliding down his arm. Disgusted she turned her head up and away from her body, shaking her arms rapidly, just trying to get some of it out.
Why was there not a key anywhere? The mansion, the train, the recruitment facility, they all had the keys somewhere! But this was a tunnel, and there might not be that luxury. Which meant there might not be any hope for her, and there was no way back. Maybe she could dig her way out, but that would take some time, and she wasn't sure how much time she had left.
Sighing, she got back up and moved over to the pile of rubbage. She picked up on brick and threw it aside. There did not seem to be any break in the wall that had formed. This was going to take forever. There was no other way though, and she got to work, hoping that the others would find her before she died down there.
After a few minutes, she her a thump from overheard. What the...? She thought, moving to where the sound had come from. The door! Was someone there?
It opened and she almost screamed with joy, but kept it in for the fear that it wasn't a friendly person coming to her rescue. Huddling back into the shadows now made by the small amount of light that shone down, she watched as boots appeared on the ladder.
Who was it?
Jeans follow, and a tight muscle shirt with arms covered with tattoos that led the person down the ladder. Even in the dim light she could see that the tattoos were the same ones she had carressed so long ago... the tattoos that she had dreamt about many times.
Billy!
She rushed to the ladder, waiting for him to finish. When he turned to her and their eyes met for the first time in three years, there were no fireworks. Only extreme joy, and the world seemed to slow down for Rebecca as he came at her, pulling his arms around her and hugging her close, his strong arms embracing her fully. Tears came down her face as she hugged him back, her lips finding the place where his next met his shoulders and started kissing.
Pulling back, he tilted her face up to his. "I've been waiting for this for so long..." he said, and kissed her long and deep on the lips, closing his eyes as he closed the small gap between them. Rebecca could smell the musky scent that she had grown so accustomed to with their time together. She remembered everything that had happened aboard that train and in that facility outside Raccoon City. How they met, the nastiness she had originally felt towards him, how that turned into a love that she knew would never escape her.
"Billy..." she returned as they parted. "I-"
"No," he said, his voice calm. She knew he had missed her, she could tell it by the look in his eyes as they drifted over her body. But she also knew he would never outrightly say it, as part of who he was. And right now he was all business. "The others are in trouble."
"What do you mean?"
"Something got to Barry. I saw it on my way out of these tunnels."
She pulled back from him. "How do you know about the others? Why were you in here and why didn't you say anything to me then? What do you mean 'something got to Barry'?"
"Rebecca, there isn't the time for explanations. Please just listen. Wesker is here and he's going after all of you. No one is safe here."
"But how did he know that we were going to follow him here?"
"How did you know he was going to be here?" He asked, specticism in his voice, which had grown harsh. She knew that he wasn't going to relent until they were out of there, and then he'd probably just leave again. And again. Were they ever going to end up together, as they should?
"Chris told us, he has been tracking Wesker."
"Now think about that," he said as he moved to wrap his arms Rebecca, as if to protect her from his thoughts and accusations. "Don't you think it a little odd that Chris can seem to find Wesker when the rest of your team can't?"
"Don't you dare say what I think you are about to say! Don't do it! Please! I can't take this!"
"You didn't see his body, Rebecca. Barry's head was... smashed... to a pulp. I knew he was still attacked after his death, you are not the only ones following Umbrella. You wouldn't believe some of the things they do to animals, to inmates on death row..." Pain screamed a path across his face, and he had to look away from her.
"No, no, no!"
"Listen! Chris has betrayed you all! I'm sorry, but we have to find them to warn them! Your friends are with him right now!"
She finally gave up struggling with her emotions and collapsed in his arms. "Oh God," she said, sobbing into his shirt. Tears mixed with sweat and stuck to her face but she did not care. "Please be lying to me!"
"I could never lie to you. You made sure of that yourself..."
Together they started towards the ladder, and he went up first. She was about to take her first step into a trap that had been long in creation.