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Hey there! So, I was definitely in a writing mood today! I also want to apologize for any small errors that you find! I often re-read the chapter and fix up any mistakes. Any mistakes after I post the chapter up are usually caught because I tend to re-read previous chapters over and over again. So, I hope those typos or slip-ups don't mess you up or anything! Anyways, please enjoy chapter 4!
The plane ride was not all that bad. It was the helicopter ride that was really getting to Claire. The weather had taken a turn for the worse right in the middle of their flight. The snow was coming down hard, adding to the already 4 inch high snowfall on the ground. The chopper suddenly dipped causing her stomach to churn and her heart to skip a few beats. Unconsciously, her hand had found Leon's and she gripped it tightly, gasping slightly as she did it. Leon looked to her, concern etched in his eyes.
"Are you going to be ok?" he asked, raising one eyebrow. It was like he was completely used to this type of roller coaster ride.
Claire nodded. The aircraft shuddered loudly as the pilot let out a small curse, one which was not missed by both passengers.
"You alright up there, Tom?" Leon shouted into the radio headset.
"Yeah..." the static filled reply quickly returned, "You sure know how to pick your missions Kennedy! Did you have to go to Alaska? I hate flying in this god damn weather. It's the reason I stopped doing flights in Russia!"
Leon laughed, his laughter slightly comforting Claire. 'If Leon wasn't worried that they might crash any second, then why should she? God, I'm such a baby...' she silently berated herself for being so scared. She should be more focused on Chris, not on herself anyways...
"Thanks, I owe you one."
The pilot waved one hand, dismissing the comment. "Just don't make me fly you into anymore blizzards!"
"Deal!"
Leon turned his attention back to the still frightened looking redhead beside him. He squeezed her hand in reassurance. She forced a smile trying to show that she was fine, but Leon could see right through it. He brought his arm up and wrapped it around her, pulling her in close. She rested her head on his chest, his warmth threatening to lull her to sleep.
- - -
There he was...just lying there...motionless...There were no words to describe how horrified she was. 'Chris...oh god...Chris!' She wanted to scream out his name, but her voice refused to work. All she could do was stand there, shocked. He was in pain. She could see it. Sure, he may have been sleeping...but she could see the strain his body was going through to fight whatever they were doing to him. He was fighting...and losing... Tears spilled down her face...she wanted to run to him but something was holding her back. She struggled.
"Chris!" Finally, her voice worked, but he didn't hear her. He wasn't responding. No movement...nothing. "Chris!" He was slowly getting further and further away from her. "No!" The force holding her never relented...forcing her to watch as her partner and lover slowly disappeared.
Jill shot awake, her breaths coming out in short gasps. Just a dream...it was just a dream... She looked down to see that she was now wearing scrubs and sweat caused them to cling to parts of her body. She quickly fixed the problem by smoothing away the offending wrinkles. The door's lock clunked open again. She hurriedly resumed a sleeping position and shut her eyes, concentrating on evening out her breathing. The door swung open and she heard the shuffle of feet come towards her.
Closer...just a little bit closer...The door slammed shut and there was only the breathing belonging to Jill and the unknown stranger left to fill the silence. The person shuffled closer...a latex gloved hand reached out and touched her left arm...that's when she struck. She brought her right hand up and grabbed the person's throat. The man's eyes widened as the unusually strong woman threw him against the wall. His head bounced off the concrete, dazing him. Jill kneed him in the stomach, causing him to double over, before wrapping her right arm around his neck and her left hand around his mouth.
"Listen to me..." she whispered into the terrified man's ear, "You are going to take me to my friend or I'll kill you." She ground out, anger seeping into every word. "Understand?"
The doctor frantically nodded, not wanting to die. He raised his hands up to illustrate that he wasn't going to do anything stupid.
"Good...now, are there guards stationed outside the door?"
The doctor nodded, his breathing had drastically increased.
"How many?"
With his right hand, he held up his index finger. One...well, that shouldn't be too hard.
"I want you to open the door..." Jill maneuvered herself so the doctor was standing between her and the door. The man reached out and knocked on the door. Jill gave him a look before removing her hand.
"I'm ready to come out!" he shouted and the hand was replaced.
"Alright doc! Hold on!" a male voice drifted into the room. The door clunked open.
Before the guard had a chance to register what was happening, Jill had easily disarmed him and knocked him out cold. Deciding she would take his tactical vest along with his weapon, she ordered her hostage to stand in the cell until she had slipped on the piece of equipment. Once she was done, she motioned with her gun for the doctor to get in front of her. Shakily, he complied, his hands still raised in the air.
"Do you know where Chris Redfield is?"
He didn't answer so she pushed the gun into his back for a little incentive. He let out a terrified yelp.
"I'm not going to ask again...Christopher Redfield!" she repeated the name with more force this time.
"Y-yes! I know where he is!"
"I want you to take me to him."
"O-ok...ok, just don't shoot!" They started to make their way down the prison lined corridor.
- - -
He cracked his eyes open, this time not bothering to test him body's responsiveness. He knew that he wouldn't have enough strength to move anything more than his finger. A soft rustling sound caused him to look to his right and he saw the older of the two doctors sitting beside him, a medical chart in his hands. Chris opened his mouth just a crack more and uttered a soft moan to get his attention. The doctor set the chart aside and snapped on a pair of latex gloves.
"Hey there Chris..." he said, in a tone that was a lot softer than before, "Did you have a good sleep?"
A long blink. The doctor smiled. Chris didn't know if smiling was supposed to make him feel more comfortable, but it sure didn't do that. Besides that, did the man actually care about how well he had slept? A hand reached over and pulled one of his eyes wide open before a penlight was shone in. Chris tried to turn away from the bright light but the doctor only proceeded to do the same to his other eye.
"Alright, I'm going to take out the feeding tube, so stay still..."
The doctor wrapped one hand around the tube and the other hand rested on his patient's shoulder. He pulled it out slowly, letting out a sigh when he had succeeded in removing the piece of medical equipment.
"You know...my son was in the military just like you..." the doctor said as he put away the feeding tube and started to search for something else. "Got his head shot off during an ambush on his camp..." He let out a heavy sigh. "The wife nearly had a heart attack when she heard. It's a damn shame...you two would've gotten along pretty damn well."
A tickle made its way up Chris' throat and he eventually let out a violent cough, causing his entire to body to tremble. When Chris felt that he had gathered enough strength to talk, he gave it another try. "...Who...are...you...?" The three tiny words depleted him of the energy he had tried so hard to conserve.
"Name's Richardson..." he replied, pulling out another tube and a small bag. The doctor noticed the wondering look on Chris' face and answered the obvious question hanging in the air. "Don't worry about that. It's just a catheter."
Richardson moved the blankets aside, exposing the bottom half of Chris' body. Chris knew what was going to happen and started to thrash. The doctor just stood there, catheter in hand, waiting for the Redfield to tire himself out. Finally, Chris had no more energy left to struggle. He was just too tired.
"Are you done?...Ok, now you might feel a little discomfort..."
A little discomfort...that was an understatement. It was downright painful. All the muscles in Chris' body tensed as the device was being inserted into his body. He let out a soft cry as the pain started to travel up to the lower part of his abdomen. 'Oh god...please be done...' When the doctor had finished, he recovered the Redfield with the blankets and pulled off the gloves. Richardson gave a soft pat on Chris' legs before grabbing the medical chart and writing something else on it.
"Alright, my assistant is going to come in about an hour to take your vitals... You just rest. I know this stage can be quite draining..." He set down the chart and left.
Chris remained motionless in his bed which felt more like a prison. He had never felt so hopeless...so broken...in his entire life. He didn't know what these people were doing to him...part of him didn't want to know what they were doing to him. He tested the restraints only to be utterly disappointed again. Shifting his position slightly, he winced when he could feel the catheter...
He shut his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to the sleep...
- - -
Pain...that was all he felt. The throbbing in his head made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else. It was pure torture...and he couldn't do anything about it. A scream erupted from his throat...but his suffering only continued. He felt something stir within him...it was writhing...feeding...using his body as a nest...
"Ahh!" He gritted his teeth as the throbbing returned, only this time it was from his chest...no...it was coming from inside his chest... "Help me! Please!" He pleaded and pleaded...but no one ever came...
He was all alone.
Helpless...useless...hopeless...all these words ran through his head causing him even more agony.
'Chris...' a voice whispered...
"Who's there?" Chris' head shot back and forth, searching the surrounding darkness for signs of life. "Where are you?!" he shouted.
'Inside you...'
He looked down to see something writhe from underneath his skin...
"No, no, no..."
His chest was viciously ripped open; black, spindly, tentacles reaching out to the outside world. Blood splattered everywhere...his blood... The creature started to absorb him...its tentacles wrapping around every part of his body...locking him away from the outside world...
- - -
"NO!!!" He screamed as consciousness came crashing down on him. As he started to calm down, he noticed that a hand was on his chest, holding him still. He looked up to see the younger doctor standing over him.
"Bad dream Mr. Redfield?" he asked.
"W-what have you done to me? What have you put in me?!" he screamed, tugging at the restraints, not caring that they were digging into his wrists and leaving large red welts.
Chris...
Chris froze; his eyes wide open. It was the same voice as in his dreams...no...get out of me...
What's wrong Chris? I'm making you stronger...
"No!" he shouted, "No! Stop it! Stop talking to me!"
"Who are you talking to, Mr. Redfield?" the young doctor asked, his curiosity having been piqued.
"It's inside me! Oh god, I can feel it!...It's talking to me..." he whispered, his heart beating a mile a minute.
"The parasite? You're talking to the parasite?" It was obvious that the doctor was excited by this seemingly never before seen development. Without missing a beat, the doctor had dashed off to find his fellow doctor.
Chris... why are you so quiet Chris?
"Please...stop talking..." he whispered.
I'm making you stronger...I'm making us stronger...you're the perfect host for me...
"Stop...stop... I don't want this...get out..."
You don't mean that...
"Get out!" Chris screamed, shaking his head in a futile attempt to rid himself of the voice.
You can't get rid of me Chris...I'm slowly ingraining myself within you... Soon, I'll be strong enough to take over...then you won't have to worry anymore...
"No...I'll die before I let you take control of me."
Don't worry...I won't let you die... Why don't you get some rest?
His lips parted to say something, but before any sound was made, his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out.
Thanks for reading! I know this chapter focused mostly on putting Chris through a helluva lot of torment. I think I have some sort of sickness because I like to put him through so much torture. Man... now that I think about it...poor Chris :S
I hope you liked it! Stick around for Chapter 5!
