Chapter Two
Author's Note: Sorry about the very long delay. I was recuperating from an accident. Enjoy!
Wesker's opportunity came the very next day. Leon and Chris were prepping the plane. Ada was handling the computer access. Claire was stuck getting food, water and medical supplies.
Alice was loading guns for everyone. The munitions storage building was located outside the south part of the White House. Because of the threat, most guards were stationed along the walls. Gunfire, flamethrowers and barked orders filled the air.
Wesker used his security clearance to open the door then lock them both inside. No one to interfere. His nostrils flared as he smelled her. She was alone.
Alice knew she had company when she heard Wesker sharply inhale. She gave no signal she was aware of him. On the table below, there was a .357 magnum, a 9mm and a knife. As fast as she could, she picked up the 9mm and turned to fire.
Wesker grabbed Alice's forearm as she fired off a shot that skimmed past his ear. His fist connected with her elbow and snapped it. Her gun dropped to the floor.
Alice saw his jaw unhinge as the mandibles reached out toward her face. She kicked out at his knee. It backfired on her. He tumbled directly into her, causing them both to fall to the floor. Wesker's mouth attached to her arm and she could see and feel the blood start to pour from the wound. Her free hand groped the floor to search for a weapon. Her fist closed around a lead pipe.
Wesker released her as the pipe cracked a part of his skull. The taste of her blood drove him into a frenzy. As she kicked at him and crawled away, he grabbed her leg and drugged her back to him. She swung again and hit him against his shoulder. He flipped her on her stomach and sunk his teeth into the small of her back.
Alice let loose a scream. She tried to kick her legs out but he was holding her hips firmly to the ground. She could not buck him off either. She tried to swing the pipe behind her but it flew off, missing him entirely. He bit down on her harder.
Wesker felt her finally-yet cautiously-relax to the ground. Not like she could do much in her current position. He kept his hands tight on her. It did not take long to get what he needed, what the virus demanded from him. The mandibles retracted into his mouth. He could breath again.
Alice pushed away from him as soon as he let her go. She pulled her shirt down and pants up. He had pushed them aside to get a better bite.
"I will kill you." She staggered to her feet. The blood loss made her woozy.
"Would you rather I went after someone else? Perhaps Jill?" Wesker wiped her blood from his face and walked past her to the door. "We really must do this again sometime. I insist."
Alice got the pipe and threw it at him. It hit the door as he closed it behind him.