Hi everyone! I want to apologize for taking so long to update and for the length of this chapter! I just wanted to give Rebecca her own chapter because she deserves it (She hasn't been around since Chapter 1 :X) and... yup! I hope you enjoy and Chapter 8 will be here very, very soon!
Chapter 7
It's Good to Be Back
"Aquila! Pick up!" Lindsay's cellular device was beeping rapidly. A circle rotated endlessly while it attempted to connect to Aquila. "This is about the virus."
Static vibrated in her ears. Lindsay could not understand anything Aquila was saying. She could make out a few words, but placing them together didn't make any type of sense.
"Ugh, this stupid thing! Herbert, it doesn't work!" A short gentlemen done up in a silk black suit burst through the gigantic double doors.
"Yes, madam?" Herbert answered in a heavy British accent. His speech was nearly intelligible. Lindsay grunted and threw the device across the room. Herbert magically caught it, even though it was drastically out of his range.
Lindsay's finger pointed outwards. "Could you please be a dear and get Aquila out of her cell?" Her smile was as false as her breasts.
"But, my darling," Herbert said in a quiet voice, "Aquila isn't in a cage or a chamber or a dungeon... Is she?" Lindsay slammed her hands on her desk.
"DO NOT QUESTION A QUEEN, YOU NAKED MOLE RAT! LEAVE MY SIGHT OR I WILL HAVE YOU EXECUTED! DO YOU HEAR ME HERBERT ISAAC WORTHINGHAM? DO YOU?" Herbert shrank in pure terror. He was weak; he couldn't stand up to her. She was too powerful. She was too supreme.
It felt as if Lindsay's voice was so piercing, it could break a hunk of stone and the windows of her office at the same time.
"Y-Yes madam, I'm right on it!" Herbert darted out of her room, rushing to find a telephone. Lindsay dipped int her chair, rubbing her limbs against the soft leather.
"Mmmm…" she moaned. Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted her private conference.
"Come in," Lindsay said. She hoped it wasn't another Jehovah's Witness. She wasn't even Catholic, so she really didn't want to hear about Jesus and God and the Saints for an hour. It was pure torture.
A skimpy woman, wearing a fairly short mini-skirt and a pair of red stilettos rushed through the door. "Hey girlfriend!" she screamed. Lindsay rolled her eyes.
"Aquila, I called for you twenty-two minutes ago, and you never answered. I needed to give you an update on our latest test subject." Lindsay pulled a file from a drawer. She pointed to the picture in the center.
"Billy Coen."
Aquila giggled. "Speaking of Billy, his metamorphosis is now complete. Now all he must do is feed off other humans."
Lindsay chuckled silently."Do you know of his current locale?"
"Yes, he is currently being kept on twenty-four hour surveillance at our special hibernation facility, located in Rosebush Offices."
Lindsay rubbed her hands together. "Perfect. It is only a matter of time before the second stage of the virus eats away at his soul. It will slowly gnaw and chew at his intensities and vital organs until none are left. We must act try quickly. We haven't much time," Lindsay smiled deviously, which secretly frightened Aquila. "We must make haste to Rosebush where our test subject is eagerly waiting."
Aquila nodded. "This is the most brilliant plan you have ever come up with."
"I know," Lindsay replied, "and it definitely won't end there."
"Miss? Miss? Please wake up! Miss?" A young man said, attempting to awake a youthful woman. It seems as if she was unconscious.
"Miss?" He attempted a second time. She still lay on the floor. She was breathing, but it was very spaced out and strained. FInally, she coughed and inhaled deeply. Her right hand was holding her forehead, and she was unknown of where she was.
"Huh… Who are you? Where am I?" The woman tried to stand, but her legs felt like jelly.
"My name is Galff. What's yours?"
She struggled to remember her name. "My name is… uh… Rebecca. Rebecca Chambers. Where am I?" Rebecca examined her surroundings. She was in a hospital room. A man, Galff, was standing over her worriedly. A petite nurse stood near the doorway.
"Is she awake?" The nurse asked Galff. He nodded his head. Rebecca smiled. In spite of having a horrendous name, his appearance was not horrible one bit. His light blond hair fell over his eyes. As he talked to her, he would constantly brush it out of his eyes, even though it would fall into the same exact spot five-seconds later. It was cute.
"Ho, ho, ho, I almost forgot. You are in the GeoCrane Memorial Hospital." Rebecca's face lit up. At least she was still in GeoCrane, and not in another town. Or worse, she could have been on another continent.
"I want to delve deeper inside your soul. I want to know just who exactly Rebecca Chambers is. So please," Galff smiled intently, "tell me more about you." Rebecca, slightly uncomfortable, stammered. What would she say?
"Um… Well, I… Uh…" Galff whined quietly and put his hand below Rebecca's chin. His eyes were brown. His energy––it was so comforting and it was so warm. She was pleasantly surprised that he wasn't a weirdo doctor.
"Allow me to assist you. Where were you before?" Rebecca stammer done again, trying to remember where she was before she awoke in a hospital.
"I was, um, I was in prison. I don't remember why. My, uh, friend, Billy Coen, was there with me, helping me escape from a woman named Ada Wong and––" Galff's hand flew up above his head.
"Ada Wong, you say? She is deceased! She passed on a week ago!" Rebecca's jaw dropped. Oh no, she thought. He's going to think I murdered her. Now I'll be thrown in jail.
"Wow, she's dead? Do you know who killed her?
"Apparently, it was some woman named Jill Valentine. She had her boyfriend held hostage and she was trying to save him." That name… Jill Valentine… it rings a bell. I think I knew her.
"Wait," Rebecca said in realization, "I think I knew her. Her boyfriend––was his name Chris Redfield?" Galff nodded.
"Oh God…" Rebecca held her head. She couldn't take any more. Was that really going onion this town? More than she could imagine, especially behind closed doors. Galff went to the small sink and returned to Rebecca with a compact cup.
"Here," Galff gave her the cup, "drink up." Rebecca reluctantly took the cup and drank the water. It was extremely cold. Her teeth began to hurt.
"Wow, that's cold," Rebecca put the cup on a folding table. "Well, after I escaped with Billy, everything went black and I don't; remember anything after that. I only remember, in a dream I was having––or at least what I thought was a dream––Billy was pale and his eyes were yellow and this weird girl was cuddling with him."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Galff lied. He did know what Rebecca was talking about. "I'm sorry." A chronic beeping noise was emanating from Galff's pant pocket.
"What's wrong?" Rebecca asked.
"Oh, it's nothing, just an elderly woman in cardiac arrest. I have to take this, so goodbye for now." Galff gently kissed Rebecca's hand. "It was such a pleasure speaking with you." Rebecca smiled and watched Galff leave her room. He was extremely sweet, but perhaps too sweet for her taste. But maybe he is right for her… He is a doctor as well… Oh, she should't be thinking like that. But she can't stop.
Well, there's the very short Chapter 7! I apologize again (I thought I was going to stop apologizing?) And I hope you enjoyed it! Also, Chapter 8 may result in the change of rating to this story to M for the fact that it will get much gorier (Which will be somewhat of a challenge to me!) Well, I will have to decide when Chapter 8 is finished to change the rating or not. After all, i don;t think ti will get THAT bad, but you never know! :D Anyway, see you in Chapter 9!
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