Operations Bio-Hazard
Verse: Crossover Resident Evil/Nikita
Genre: Horror
Rating: T
Pairings: Alex/Birkhoff, Chris/Jill
Songs: Various, chapter related
Summary: it was the last mission. The last thing Alexandra Udinov was going to give the people who murdered her family. But then again no one ever expected the worst to happen within the Spencer Estate, certainly not a deadly virus escaping and turning all the people within into flesh eating monsters.
Prologue
The Fight Song by Marliyn Manson
The blood oozed from the wound. Freely and with a faint odour of rot and something else, something that made her stomach roll and caused her eyes to water. The skin around the wound seemed to turn grey before her eyes but she refused to give up. Refused to allow what she had seen to cloud her mind on what would happen.
He wouldn't die.
He wouldn't die and become one of those things. She wouldn't allow it, even as his eyes rolled and darted around with out focus, she refused to let him die on her.
"Alex" the hiss made her think, to remember those things that had turned her life upside and into an even worst nightmare then it had become.
"Shut up and bite down on this" she thrust the knife sheaf into his mouth, ignored the two shadows standing behind her with their limited ammo.
The needle felt clumsy in her hand but she glared when Chris moved forward to help, refused his help now she had to do this. Swallowing hard to focused on the area, mapped the gapping hole where the teeth had sunk in and ripped away such a small part of flesh. What ever strength he had left was used for his hand to grip at her leg and focus his eyes on her long enough for her to understand.
He was trusting her; not to save him but to try because she could.
"I'm sorry Seymour" and with that the glint of the needle almost blinded her as she drove the needle into the wound and press the plunger down. She was grateful when Chris helped her hold him down when his body fitted. She tossed the needle away to protect him from hurting himself more, from ripping his wound more. She would only accept in her heart that the skin turned more red then grey now.
"There is nothing to say it will work" she hated Barry; hated him for doing what was right by his family and for pointing out the thing she didn't want to hear. Jill just brushed him off and glanced down at the now still body of Seymour.
"If it worked why didn't Wesker use it; why didn't he save himself?" Chris was on his feet, going toe to toe with his friend, the anger of the nights events rolling through him and finding an opening.
"Because that son of a bitch was a monster who thought he would become a god! He didn't think he needed this" Barry for his part just ducked his head, the idea of the man he betrayed his friends for made him stomach twist and roll.
"It will work" her voice carries in the sudden silence, the faint roaring sounds of the flames had died down. The birds even seemed to respect the events that had happened.
"Of course it will" the lie was clear in Jill's voice but she wouldn't accept it, not as her fingers trailed across his sweaty forehead, the fever was breaking finally and his skin looked healthy. She ignored how cold he felt, ignored that his wound was still seeping blood now and the smell of something else was more clear now.
Jill was about to reassure her more, probably her self as well when they heard it. In the distance, far away for them to be safe and never be safe again.
The shuffling of feet. The slow dragging of broken and dislocated feet. The sound of death.
And it was heading to Raccoon City.