Mute
Chapter 2: A New Prisoner
"Billy?"
She stood there with a substantial crimson stain flowing over her body. The blood ran thick on her curves, trails of sweat mingled with tears whispered down her downy face.
He lowered his gun and took a step back, collecting the scene like a child picking up seashells. The evening sunlight filtered through the windows casting protracted shadows upon the room. Dust particles hung in the air like ethereal phantoms seeking peace from years of service to their primeval gods. The puddle of scarlet fluid sang across the floor with a graceful inquisitiveness found in liquids of any dilute nature.
"Rebecca... What happened?" He inquired faintly, his heart unwilling to break the brittle tension streaming through the room.
A frail cry erupted from her soft lips and she sank to the floor slowly.
Billy walked over and finally put his weapon in it's holster. She appeared so delicate, so small as she cradled her head on the floor. Her body began to rock intermittently and Billy presumed she was crying.
"Come on. Lets get out of here..." He whispered tenderly. Rebecca made no attempt to move. With a pathetic sigh he picked her up and carried her out of the room.
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"And he tried to rape me." She concluded shakily taking a sip from the lukewarm water Billy had placed in front of her. Her nerves had settled slightly but the thought of having a dead body in her house wasn't exactly a pleasant idea. The room around her seemed cold, a dead place now that she looked at it. The walls were a stark white, a pristine color that hospitals adorned their walls with. In a way, she never left the job, never bothered to make this place warm and inviting for herself. She was so indifferent and unfeeling when she came out of S.T.A.R.S. that she rarely ever let people come in her house or even her mind. When she met Herald, she thought that it would all change but look what almost happened, she mused bitterly.
Billy nodded sympathetically. He had to do something, he had to tell her why he came but the circumstances were unstable. He took a gulp of water from the same glass and rested his head on his palms. The ex marine quickly glanced at Rebecca, and sighed deeply. She changed, he noticed. Her hair was much longer now, down to her shoulders. Her body had filled in a bit further and she looked so much more like a woman even in her distressed state. He realized at that moment that he really did miss her... just a little bit, he added as an after thought. She was still just a kid and still just a friend, not even a well known one at that.
"Rebecca, we have to call the cops."
"No... Billy, you're a wanted man. You'll be arrested and if that isn't reason enough to stay away from the authorities, you just killed my fiancé."
"Ex fiancé." He corrected.
"Regardless! We can't go to the cops... What are we going to do?" She sighed.
"Rebecca, I changed my name. I have a new identity. They won't be able link me to those crimes."
"That's ridiculous, Billy. I used to be a cop, remember? They can do a background check and once they see that your social security number only goes as far back as a couple of years they'll get suspicious."
"Then say you shot him in self defense."
"That won't work either. My gun is registered, a ballistics test is all they'll have to do and they'll know the bullet is not from my gun. No matter what, everything is going to point to a third person in the room and I can't have you arrested."
The silence was dense with uncertainty.
"Then come with me."
"What?" She asked shakily.
"Look, I'm not going to lie to you. I guess now is as good a time as any to explain my situation."
Rebecca nodded; she hadn't fully registered the fact that Billy had come back, that he was in her house sitting in the other chair of her brand new dinette set. She initially didn't even wonder why he was here in the first place but everything came full force at her and suddenly a spark of curiosity bloomed savagely in her heart.
His face was clean-shaven and his eyes were as mystifying and as perilous as ever. His dark hair was pulled back away from his face making his sharp masculine features much more pronounced. Rebecca almost laughed when she saw he was wearing black boots, blue jeans, and a wife beater. The only thing different from the first time she met him was the pair of silver cuffs missing from his wrist and the addition of a black leather jacket.
"Yes, go ahead."
"Three years ago, that day I left you, I started out for Raccoon city only to find that those zombies were slowly overrunning the place. I just needed a hidey-hole for the time being, an area where I could get my self a new identity. An old friend on the inside got me a new self so I could travel without the burden of those murders. Well, I did some investigating later and found out that Umbrella had a secret laboratory situated in northern Alaska. Two years ago I traveled up there and found out that they were doing laboratory testing on inmates sentenced to death row. I tired to tail their activity but it wasn't very easy, I needed someone who had immediate access to the facility. I met a woman who worked inside and she informed of any activity that went on unpublished. Umbrella is becoming an extremely organized monopoly, Rebecca, and they are going mess up big just like they did at Raccoon."
"That's an extremely prodigious story, and I don't doubt you Billy, but why did you contact me out of all people? I mean, I'm glad and all but I can't really help you..."
"No, you're wrong. Let me finish." He added hastily. "I found out that another group of people, just like us, were searching for answers to those fanatical questions, the ones that keep you awake at night. 'Why,' Rebecca. Why do good people die in this corporation's pursuit for new products? They want to bring her down but they need people and they need people who know what this is all about. You've seen it all, you know what's out there."
"But... So have you..."
"Yes, but you can help us. We need people to infiltrate their labs in Alaska. We're looking for any thing that can be seeped out into the media. Something big that will bring Umbrella down."
Rebecca swallowed a large gulp of water and rubbed her eyes. She was tired and she was weary of everything that had transpired in the last few minutes. This was grating on her nerves. She bit her bottom lip in urgent absorption, her nimble finger swirled around the glass.
"Billy, give me your gun."
"What?"
"Give me your gun. I'm going to call the police and tell them I shot Herald in self-defense. I'll say a friend gave the gun to me. After the reports are filed I'm going to pack and I'll meet you at 57th and Main Street tomorrow at 3:00 pm. You find plane tickets and I'll come with you to Alaska. I think it's about time I took a break from work."
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The room was dark. Billy flicked the light on and threw a small bag in the corner. He rented a small room for the night at an ambiguous hotel close to Rebecca's house. How lucky he had been when she agreed to come with him, he thought sardonically. But, no matter how he looked at it, it was the truth. Rebecca was young, yes, but she could deal with stress and gore. Their operation didn't require blowing off zombies' heads but it was a highly taxing affair that needed someone who could deal with the delicate situations they would come across.
He laid down and kicked off his boots tersely. Billy tried to get some rest but his mind wondered back to that time three years ago.
He remembered the first time he saw her, a short petite thing with a big attitude. He snorted blatantly at her efforts but if it wasn't for her, he'd be dead.
Should he have invited Rebecca to come with him?... Yes... But he was reluctant to admit that she was now a new prisoner in this big game Umbrella had made.
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AN- Um yeah, what happened to reviews people? I got nothing, well, not true... I got ONE REVIEW (thank you Spider-bear!!!). So anyways, review. Next chapter is out in the next week...
"Billy?"
She stood there with a substantial crimson stain flowing over her body. The blood ran thick on her curves, trails of sweat mingled with tears whispered down her downy face.
He lowered his gun and took a step back, collecting the scene like a child picking up seashells. The evening sunlight filtered through the windows casting protracted shadows upon the room. Dust particles hung in the air like ethereal phantoms seeking peace from years of service to their primeval gods. The puddle of scarlet fluid sang across the floor with a graceful inquisitiveness found in liquids of any dilute nature.
"Rebecca... What happened?" He inquired faintly, his heart unwilling to break the brittle tension streaming through the room.
A frail cry erupted from her soft lips and she sank to the floor slowly.
Billy walked over and finally put his weapon in it's holster. She appeared so delicate, so small as she cradled her head on the floor. Her body began to rock intermittently and Billy presumed she was crying.
"Come on. Lets get out of here..." He whispered tenderly. Rebecca made no attempt to move. With a pathetic sigh he picked her up and carried her out of the room.
8888
"And he tried to rape me." She concluded shakily taking a sip from the lukewarm water Billy had placed in front of her. Her nerves had settled slightly but the thought of having a dead body in her house wasn't exactly a pleasant idea. The room around her seemed cold, a dead place now that she looked at it. The walls were a stark white, a pristine color that hospitals adorned their walls with. In a way, she never left the job, never bothered to make this place warm and inviting for herself. She was so indifferent and unfeeling when she came out of S.T.A.R.S. that she rarely ever let people come in her house or even her mind. When she met Herald, she thought that it would all change but look what almost happened, she mused bitterly.
Billy nodded sympathetically. He had to do something, he had to tell her why he came but the circumstances were unstable. He took a gulp of water from the same glass and rested his head on his palms. The ex marine quickly glanced at Rebecca, and sighed deeply. She changed, he noticed. Her hair was much longer now, down to her shoulders. Her body had filled in a bit further and she looked so much more like a woman even in her distressed state. He realized at that moment that he really did miss her... just a little bit, he added as an after thought. She was still just a kid and still just a friend, not even a well known one at that.
"Rebecca, we have to call the cops."
"No... Billy, you're a wanted man. You'll be arrested and if that isn't reason enough to stay away from the authorities, you just killed my fiancé."
"Ex fiancé." He corrected.
"Regardless! We can't go to the cops... What are we going to do?" She sighed.
"Rebecca, I changed my name. I have a new identity. They won't be able link me to those crimes."
"That's ridiculous, Billy. I used to be a cop, remember? They can do a background check and once they see that your social security number only goes as far back as a couple of years they'll get suspicious."
"Then say you shot him in self defense."
"That won't work either. My gun is registered, a ballistics test is all they'll have to do and they'll know the bullet is not from my gun. No matter what, everything is going to point to a third person in the room and I can't have you arrested."
The silence was dense with uncertainty.
"Then come with me."
"What?" She asked shakily.
"Look, I'm not going to lie to you. I guess now is as good a time as any to explain my situation."
Rebecca nodded; she hadn't fully registered the fact that Billy had come back, that he was in her house sitting in the other chair of her brand new dinette set. She initially didn't even wonder why he was here in the first place but everything came full force at her and suddenly a spark of curiosity bloomed savagely in her heart.
His face was clean-shaven and his eyes were as mystifying and as perilous as ever. His dark hair was pulled back away from his face making his sharp masculine features much more pronounced. Rebecca almost laughed when she saw he was wearing black boots, blue jeans, and a wife beater. The only thing different from the first time she met him was the pair of silver cuffs missing from his wrist and the addition of a black leather jacket.
"Yes, go ahead."
"Three years ago, that day I left you, I started out for Raccoon city only to find that those zombies were slowly overrunning the place. I just needed a hidey-hole for the time being, an area where I could get my self a new identity. An old friend on the inside got me a new self so I could travel without the burden of those murders. Well, I did some investigating later and found out that Umbrella had a secret laboratory situated in northern Alaska. Two years ago I traveled up there and found out that they were doing laboratory testing on inmates sentenced to death row. I tired to tail their activity but it wasn't very easy, I needed someone who had immediate access to the facility. I met a woman who worked inside and she informed of any activity that went on unpublished. Umbrella is becoming an extremely organized monopoly, Rebecca, and they are going mess up big just like they did at Raccoon."
"That's an extremely prodigious story, and I don't doubt you Billy, but why did you contact me out of all people? I mean, I'm glad and all but I can't really help you..."
"No, you're wrong. Let me finish." He added hastily. "I found out that another group of people, just like us, were searching for answers to those fanatical questions, the ones that keep you awake at night. 'Why,' Rebecca. Why do good people die in this corporation's pursuit for new products? They want to bring her down but they need people and they need people who know what this is all about. You've seen it all, you know what's out there."
"But... So have you..."
"Yes, but you can help us. We need people to infiltrate their labs in Alaska. We're looking for any thing that can be seeped out into the media. Something big that will bring Umbrella down."
Rebecca swallowed a large gulp of water and rubbed her eyes. She was tired and she was weary of everything that had transpired in the last few minutes. This was grating on her nerves. She bit her bottom lip in urgent absorption, her nimble finger swirled around the glass.
"Billy, give me your gun."
"What?"
"Give me your gun. I'm going to call the police and tell them I shot Herald in self-defense. I'll say a friend gave the gun to me. After the reports are filed I'm going to pack and I'll meet you at 57th and Main Street tomorrow at 3:00 pm. You find plane tickets and I'll come with you to Alaska. I think it's about time I took a break from work."
8888
The room was dark. Billy flicked the light on and threw a small bag in the corner. He rented a small room for the night at an ambiguous hotel close to Rebecca's house. How lucky he had been when she agreed to come with him, he thought sardonically. But, no matter how he looked at it, it was the truth. Rebecca was young, yes, but she could deal with stress and gore. Their operation didn't require blowing off zombies' heads but it was a highly taxing affair that needed someone who could deal with the delicate situations they would come across.
He laid down and kicked off his boots tersely. Billy tried to get some rest but his mind wondered back to that time three years ago.
He remembered the first time he saw her, a short petite thing with a big attitude. He snorted blatantly at her efforts but if it wasn't for her, he'd be dead.
Should he have invited Rebecca to come with him?... Yes... But he was reluctant to admit that she was now a new prisoner in this big game Umbrella had made.
8888888
AN- Um yeah, what happened to reviews people? I got nothing, well, not true... I got ONE REVIEW (thank you Spider-bear!!!). So anyways, review. Next chapter is out in the next week...
