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.