Chapter
8: The mover
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Rose's P.O.V
i opened my
eyes to find a sight which i laugh at, if i did not
remember the situation i was in.
Chris driving the
truck, Claire on the seat next to him. and Leon was
talking, probably to Wesker. who, i noticed as i looked up, was
looking down at me. i had my head resting on his shoulders. dark
sunglasses resting on a perfect nose. a slim smile taking form on his
lips. i smiled at him and sat up.
"so, were we goin
people?" everyone looked at me except Chris, who was
concentrating on not bumbing into any had passed
the forest, so i hadn't been asleep for long.
Leon's
curiousity got the best of him, and with Claire looking at me and
smiling, he began.
"so, what was it you did back there
huh?"
"i don't know. it was wierd. with just my hands
i could do those things. i can't explain it." with that i
looked at Wesker. who had been silent and did not look like he was in
a mood to share. i nudged him.
he let out a frustrated
breath..."oh fine. if i must..."
"....i was
not aware that you would be able to use them. as there was only
a slight possibility that some part of the right-side of your
brain would be activated by the G-virus. i did not know what you
would be capable of doing. but as it has been more than i year,
i was pretty sure that nothing more of just a heightening of the
senses had been done." i could hardly understand what the hell
he was talking about. his voice ice cold, with my head still on
his shoulders i was surprised that even that did not warm him in the
least. and i must admit, when he talks like this, i do drift off
a bit. but looking at the others, they were swallowing it all
up. relishing the chance of gaining new information.
"so,
how did this happen actually? and did Alfred know about this
Wesker?" he did not answer me in any hurry.
"i think so. that is why i came with you. i was in on the rumors that had been going around White Umbrella. someone from within the government had leaked valuable details on some bio-weapons. now, believe me when i say that i too was stunned that our governemt was in on the dirty deeds we indulge in. it was told that there are humans with a sixth sense, or ability if you will. they are given nicknames, just for the sake of putting them in catagories." he paused and took some breath. all the while i noticed that we were headed to my old house. a cold sweat covered my body, but nobody noticed.
"some are called
watchers...they have the ability of foresight. some sniffers...able
to track down anyone they set their mind to. now the snifers, they
are just an evolution of a great hunter, which also has the skill
to track down his prey. now, this is what i was hoping Rose would be.
a pusher." with this, we could all see he was relaxing. his
voice tinged with a little excitement and i could feel the fire
rising in his gut. he liked this one, i could tell.
"the
pusher has the ability to make a lie become a reality
in the mind of its victim. but i think Rose has become a mover. from
what i saw she has the ability to more objects or living forms by the
wave of a hand."directing his speech to me he continued,"now
this can become a disadvantage, fore if someone captures you and
restrains your hands, you will be unable to use your
powers. we have to work on them and train you so you will be able to
move things with your mind, without any aid from your physical body
whatsoever."
Chris's voice sounded more like i imagened it to be. cool and collected. like the voice in the Resident Evil games. it wasn't angry or agitated like it had been before.
"so you're a mover huh? should we
be worried?"
i noticed Wesker was about to say something
which i might regret later so i cut in quickly.
"no!
no one needs to worry about anything right now...anyway, i noticed
we're going to my place. what's with that?"
Leon's look made
me jump up a bit. i remembered what he had told me that night
i'd gone to his apartment. and to my unpleasant surprise, after 14
months, he had not forgotten.
"it's our safe house
remember?" we all nodded, except Wesker.
the night we had
regrouped at the police station more than a year ago, Leon had made
it clear that if anything went wrong, or we needed a place to
rest, my house would be the safe house. it was clean of zombies
and animals, and had alternate routes of escape should the
house get broken into. and as soon as he said it, my mind was taken
back to that hallway. i had already gotten into the
elevator then. as he leaned into my ear, he'd said..."their's
always our safe house" it had been exactly 14 months.
and the memory of him so close to me, alone, still brought
a shiver to my body.
.......
Chris
was checking upstairs while Wesker did a prelimenary check
of the ground level. me and Claire had started talking and Leon
was locking the front door and checking to see if the window was
still in shape and closed as well.
Claire was amazed at my
abilities. i was pleasently surprised that she didn't shut me out.
she was not at all what i'd made her out to be. she didn't like
having to kill zombies and fight and stuff. but she wasn't
complaining or afraid of having to it either.
but apart from the
fact of being women, we were worlds apart. i was blonde and
toned. superior physical strength as well as being
telekenetic(sp!!). i had trained and knew my way around the best
Umbrella had to offer. and my love of fighting would help me
survive anything.
now Claire, it was good genes all the
way. she was a female Chris. blood was thick in that
family. slightly red-chestnut hair. blue jeans and a brown top. her
look was totally she did have the face of an angel, i
must admit. not much older than me. and she also had the shere
luck that Leon had. oh....Leon, his luck would wear out if
Wesker caught wind of a rekindlement between us.
the thought
of Wesker made me smile. but my mind was stopped from
wandering off at the look on Wesker's face. Chris was walking up
to us aswell.
they
knew something. or have found something. either way, it won't be
good.
Chris
started saying something about being sorry of coming here. that it
was a bad idea. then Wesker's hard voice cut in.
"Rose, i
wouldn't have let them bring us here if i wasn't sure that we'd be
safe for a couple of hours. what i did not take into account was that
there would be bodies in the back room...." i ran off to look
for myself. and stopped in my tracks at the sight of my parent's
putrid bodies on the floor. the bones of our dogs with pieces of
decaying flesh clinging to a few broken bits. my mother lay face
down. her clothers hanging on her bones like a cloth. skin had turned
brown with time. bits of skin missing. bite marks here and there. i
looked away, tears rimmed my eyes. i felt Wesker's strong hand on my
shoulder.
"i'll take care of this..." but i didn't
hear him. eventhough everyone else heard the concern in his voice,
and they were surprised.
i looked back into the room through
the glass at my father. who was slumped against the wall. face down,
he looked the worst. his once chubby stomach now flabby skin
stretched over bones. bite marks all over his arms. but his dead form
didn't hurt me. i had hated him. hated him more with every
moment i'd been forced to act happy. forced to agree with his every
word. it was my mother who turned my eyes red with tears.
i
stepped into the room and went to her side. kneeling down i could
hear the others behind me take a deep breath in. Wesker was ready to
shoot at them. i knew he suspected that they weren't really dead yet.
but i had to check for myself. i turned my mother's body to me. and i
let my tears flow freely now. not really caring if they saw or not.
only caring for a moment of what Wesker might think. but just for a
moment.
"please....leave me alone. i just need two minutes.
everyone can go take a shower or something. see if the water's still
good. i dont care, just go."
i was alone in mere seconds.
after a few minutes of crying i was tired. feeling emotionally
drained i put my hand on my face, drying my tears. when i heard a
slight shuffle behind me. with a start i threw my hand back and
a body was sent flying to the wall. i heard bones break
and fall to the ground. i stood up and looked back, noticing my
father lying in pieces on the floor.
the
smell of blood still did something to you after all this time
huh...
Wesker was at the door now. Leon not far behind with the others. my senses still a blurr i felt a sharp pain in my ankle. the pain taking a back seat to my aching heart. i got out my trusty 9mm Punisher and put a bullet in her head. it was a clean shot. her head fell back and her hands fell next to what was left of her. my mum, now truely dead. no tears fell down my cheeks. there were no more tears left to be shed for this moment. it had passed.
