Hello, DearHearts! This chapter takes place post Resident Evil 5, and will set in the mood for Resident Evil 6. I'm incredibly sorry for the wait. Senior year, college applications, scholarships applications, and general senioritus kinda left me dead inside. Please enjoy, I don't own anything of the franchise.
Lea was checking their arsenal as Josh flew to Chris' aid. Lea found that they had three mags of rifle ammo, two mags of machine gun ammo, and five mags of handgun ammo left. They were completely out of Magnum ammo, so Lea nonchalantly threw the Magnum towards the back of the helicopter with a clank. Jill jumped at the noise. Leah quickly apologized, and went back at her work.
The helicopter was quiet and tense. Lea knew full well that she probably didn't understand completely what she was getting herself into. Lea also knew full well that the only person that understood fully what was going on, and what they were about to do was Jill. As helpful as Josh Stone was, he never experienced these things first hand for very long. He was barely more experienced than Lea was.
Then they finally arrived at the location. The safe ground that Chris and Sheva stood on was breaking apart, and the monster that Wesker had turned into had fallen into the red hot magma. He thrashed his "arms" in a desperate attempt to save himself. Lea's eyes widened in horror at the sight of what Wesker had become. 'WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIM?! IS THAT WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY SCREWED WITH THE SERUM BALANCE?! I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!' Lea thought hysterically to herself.
"Grab on!" Jill yelled down to Chris, throwing down a ladder. Chris caught the swinging ladder, and let Sheva climb up first. There was another rumble that threw Chris off his balance temporarily. Lea saw that the ground he stood on was quickly being covered by lava, and she started to freak out.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Grab on! Come on, come on, COME ON!" Lea hysterically yelled down at Chris. Luckily less than a second later, Chris jumped and grabbed onto the ladder, just before the magma could touch his feet. As Chris climbed up, he looked up in confusion, not recognizing the hysterical voice. Only a few minutes later, Jill helped Sheva up, and then Lea helped Chris up. Chris immediately recognized Lea. His confusion only increased. But before he could ask her anything, he was interrupted by Wesker.
"CHRIS!" Wesker pathetically and angrily up at the helicopter. Everyone looked down to the lava pit that Wesker was melting in. He extended his "arm," and wrapped it around a part of the helicopter, halting it's motions. He started to thrash the helicopter around, pulling it down towards him in a last ditch attempt to kill Chris.
"Hang on!" Chris yelled out, and tried to keep everyone inside the helicopter. Lea was terrified and confused. She couldn't process what was going on, and she honestly didn't think that Chris would want to protect her. Lea thought that she was a monster in his eyes. Jill looked back to the back of the helicopter, then she looked back to Chris.
"Chris, use this!" Jill shouted, handing one of the grenade launchers to Chris and grabbing one for herself. Lea would complain that she should shoot the bastard that experimented on her, but she also doesn't know how to work one either. Chris looked to Jill tenderly yet intense at the same time.
"You ready?" Chris asked Jill.
"The bastard's death is long overdo." Jill nearly passionately shouted over the noise. Lea simply stared past them, at the thing that used to be Wesker. Lea ignored whatever comments that Chris and Jill said before they pulled the triggers.
Time seemed to slow down. As the projectiles fired through the air, Wesker's eyes met with Lea. Lea gasped, and couldn't hide her fear as Wesker eyed her with an evil look. Just before the projectiles hit him, Wesker sent a very evil and knowing smirk at her, as a sort of goodbye present.
'My Goddess will finish my work.'
The collision of the rocket launcher projectiles and the lava made a huge explosion, but luckily it didn't rock the helicopter. Wesker was finally dead. After everything settled down, Sheva decided to say something.
"That was for our fallen brothers." Sheva said down towards the lava, to where Wesker's dead body would be. Sheva, Chris, and Jill looked towards each other, all of them happy that the battle was over, especially Chris and Jill.
Lea on the other hand couldn't shake off the feeling of dread. The teenager was glad that the monster that experimented on her was dead, but deep down in her heart she knew it wasn't over. Wesker might not have been a pawn, but he certainly wasn't the king. The game wasn't over.
Chris finally started talking once they were over the ocean. Lea ignored what they were saying, and starred at the ocean water, the air making her hair fly everywhere. She didn't care. Lea felt terrible, and she felt some odd anxiety that wouldn't leave her. Chris decided to check up on Lea, who was next to him, and saw the anxiety she was feeling. He felt a pang of pity. Regarding Lea now, Chris knew that she was just some kid that needs help. Chris lifted a large hand and softly touched Lea's shoulder.
Lea jumped and darted her eyes to Chris, staring at him with an startled expression. Chris gave the young girl a comforting expression and removed his hand. Lea internally thanked the man for removing his hand. 'Your heart may be in the right place, but your hand sure as hell wasn't.' Lea noticed just how sweaty everyone was, especially Chris and Sheva. 'Lava pit will do that to a person.'
"Hey, don't think I ever got your name. I'm Chris. Sorry about earlier." Chris apologized, his voice genuine. "I thought you were one of his monsters." Lea flinched at the word, "monster." Lea scanned him with her red eyes before responding.
"Lea Anderson." Lea answered, her voice struggling not to mumble. Lea gathered up her courage and spoke up again. "Hey, um... What's, uh, going to happen to me when we reach your base?" Lea questioned, taking a few pauses while speaking, feeling uncomfortable. Lea felt a nervousness build up gradually in her gut. Chris looked down to the ground, collecting his thoughts for a moment.
"We'll have to question you about the events," Chris started out with, and saw that Lea was starting to loosen up a bit. He continued on. "Then we would have to run some tests, to see if you were contaminated with anything that could pose a danger to society." Chris starred at Lea after finishing that sentence. She froze, starring at an empty space. Lea gulped and looked back up to Chris. He once again continued on. "After that, we have to let our superiors decide whether to keep you under surveillance, or put you in witness protection." Chris finished, this time having nothing else to say. Lea nodded, then she caught sight of Chris's right hand. It looked like someone crushed it with a hammer. Jill had taken notice of the mangled hand as well.
"What the hell happened to your hand?" Jill interrogated, her blue gaze locked on the mangled mess. Chris quickly hid the hand behind his back, looking above him innocently.
"What hand? I don't know what you're talking about." Chris avoided, still focusing his eyes anywhere but his companion. Jill grabbed his hand, waving it in front on his face forcefully. Her face screamed, "Don't even try to change the subject." Chris yelped in pain, yanking the hand back.
"Relax, Christ, I didn't do anything to my hand." Chris once again tried lying his way out of the ordeal, having a false nonchalant face. Sheva got tired of Chris' pathetic attempt of lying, and spoke up.
"He punched a boulder until it went into the lava so I could get away from Wesker." Sheva finally revealed. Both Jill's and Lea's eyes widened with disbelieve, and Jill's with a bit of anger. All three women started shrieking at Chris.
"Are you an idiot!?" Lea yelled first. Chris flinched, then brought his attention to Jill.
"What were you thinking?!" Jill then shrieked. Chris looked especially scared, knowing how overprotective Jill can be sometimes.
"A fucking boulder! Really?" Lea laughed out, her eyes wide with shock. Chris was about to say something, pointing his finger at Lea, but he was interrupted.
"Give me your hand!" Jill shouted, and pulled Chris' injured hand from behind his back. Chris hissed slightly in pain, and didn't bother to stop Jill. He was used to this kind of treatment when Jill was particularly panicked over his well being. Lea chuckled as Jill dressed Chris' hand. Chris sent a glare at the teenager, making her whistle innocently and look anywhere but him. Sheva laughed, enjoying the look of embarrassment on Chris' face.
Just as Jill finished dressing Chris' hand as best as she could with the first aid kit on the aircraft, the radio started to turn on. The sound of the static made it hard for Lea to discern what the person on the other end was saying, but she believed whoever it was asking for identification. Josh Stone picked up the radio and brought it to his mouth.
"This is B.S.A.A. Delta Captain Josh Stone. I'm accompanied by B.S.A.A. Alpha Captain Chris Redfield and B.S.A.A. SOA operative Sheva Alomar, presumed to be dead Jill Valentine, and a survivor. Requesting permission to land, roger." Josh informed, letting go of the button on the radio. Static sounded, then a voice came through. Lea found it difficult to discern what the voice was saying, but it sounded as if it granted them permission to land.
Within the next five minutes, a military base started to come into view. Josh slightly accelerated towards the base, relief flooding his system. Chris and Sheva felt relief as well, releasing a sigh as well. Only Jill and Lea didn't feel happy about what was to come. Jill knew about the hell she was going to face while trying to legally crawl out of the grave. Lea, on the other hand, still felt like it wasn't over, and that she wasn't going to leave the base anytime soon.
The helicopter hovered over the landing dock for a few moments before it finally landed on the ground. The side door slide open to several B.S.A.A. soldiers. The soldiers ushered each one of them out. Josh exited the helicopter first, then Sheva came out next, then Chris, then Jill. A soldier partially climbed into the helicopter and grabbed Lea's hand, helping her out. Once they were all on the pavement, Chris Redfield turned to the closest two soldiers to Lea.
"Joe, Ross, I need you to take Lea," Chris pointed to the dirty teenager in tattered clothing, "and bring her to Chambers. She'll be in good hands there." Chris finished ordering the two soldiers, his face stern and grim. Joe and Ross nodded, and started to lead Lea towards the building 50 meters away from them. Lea's cat eyes widened with panic.
"Chris? Chris!" Lea shouted out, putting up a struggle against the two soldiers. Chris looked back, and saw the fear in Lea's eyes. He also saw just how much that Joe and Ross were struggling to pull Lea away. Chris quickly walked up to Lea, and put her face in his hands.
"It's alright. Hey, calm down. Trust me, Chambers will help you." Chris coxed, his voice soft instead of rough. Lea's eyes relaxed, and she let out a deep breath. "You good?" Chris asked. Lea nodded, feeling a wash of peace. Chris smiled, then let go of her face, turning back to Jill and Sheva. Joe and Ross ushered Lea away and towards, "chambers." Whoever or whatever that is... please don't be actual chambers where prisoners are kept.
Rebecca sat in a leather stool, her white overcoat pretty much covering her whole body. On the table in front of her was littered with papers and files on viral strains, and possible counter actives to new viral strains. She played with the dials on the microscope she was looking into. Rebecca then jotted some notes down, and switched the slides.
Rebecca Chambers paused and looked down to her neck. She wrapped her hand around the dog tags of Billy Coen, the only thing she had of him from the Arkay Mountains. She smiled, reminiscing the memories of fighting together against the first outbreak in that mansion all those years ago. Then a feeling of guilt started to creep into her brain when she lingered on the memory of their goodbye. Rebecca shook herself. 'I'm sure he's happy wherever he is. Don't beat yourself up for never contacting him again. It's alright.' Then Rebecca's train of thought was interrupted when the doors to her lab bursted open. Two soldiers and some terrified teenager walked through.
"Hey, Joey, wanna help me and explain what's going on?" Rebecca asked confusedly, her eyebrows scrunching up. The tanner, but shorter soldier on Lea's right spoke up. Lea held in a sigh of relief, finally knowing which of the soldiers were which.
"Oh, Chambers. Sorry, Captain Redfield ordered us to take... Lea to you. He said that she'd be in good hands here." Joe informed, in a rather unprofessional and casual manner. Rebecca glanced down from Joe to the dirty and beaten teenager two yards away from here. Immediately the first thing she noticed about Lea while she was studying her was the eyes. Not a few seconds later did Rebecca worriedly rush over to Lea and pulled her to the exam table.
"Hello, I'm Lt. Rebecca Chambers. I am just going to take a sample of blood in a moment to see how I can help you." Rebecca calmly said, getting a syringe out. For a moment Lea had a flashback to when Wesker stabbed her in the neck with it. Lea also knew instinctively that Rebecca was really saying if she could help her. Rebecca could see the fear in her eyes. "Hey, it's ok. There's nothing to be scared about." Chambers comforted, deciding against caressing Lea's shoulder. Lea forced herself to calm down, and pushed her feelings away.
When Rebecca saw that Lea wouldn't put up a fight, she started to take Lea's arm and extended it. Chambers reached over to grab a cloth to tie above the artery. Once the vein was popped out, Rebecca stuck the needle in and drew the blood. Lea panicked, and shot herself across the room. Rebecca jumped, but quickly recollected herself. Rebecca searched the room quickly, and found the teenager curled up in a ball in the corner of the room.
"Hey, it's ok." Rebecca called out, but her false comforts fell on deaf ears. Lea couldn't move. She couldn't bring herself to speak. Her crimson eyes darted in every direction. She could hear every sound, and all the lights seemed to have become as bright as the sun. The senses assaulted Lea's mind, causing a migraine. Lea squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to shut off the noise.
From the distance, Lea could hear the doors slamming open, and unfamiliar voices yelling. She could hear Rebecca shouting as well, but she couldn't discern what the words were. Then suddenly something penetrated her neck, and everything slowly faded to darkness.
Lea groaned as she slowly woke up. Groggily, she sat up in her cot. Once her vision cleared up, she saw that she was strapped down to a hospital bed. IV tubes were hooked into her arms, and a heart monitor was also attached. Immediately Lea started to panic, and tried ripping off the restraints in her still fazed state. The clicking of heels snapped her attention back to Lt. Rebecca Chambers.
"Woah! Calm down-" Rebecca tried to reason, but Lea's angry growl made her flinch into silence.
"CALM DOWN?! YOU DRUGGED ME!" Lea screamed at the top of her lungs. Her heart felt as if it was beating in her throat.
"No I didn't. Ok, the other soldiers did that. I tried to stop them-"
"GREAT FUCKING JOB!" Lea interrupted again. She ceased her efforts, seeing that in her inebriated state, it would be useless. Rebecca's gaze filled with empathy and guilt, and flickered down to the ground. 'Lies. She's lying. This is a set up. She's manipulating you. Don't trust her. Don't trust her.' Lea's mind whispered. It repeated it over and over again.
"I'm sorry." Rebecca whispered under her breath. 'Lies.' "Lea, we can't identify what you're infected with. The virus in your blood doesn't match any known viruses. We can't let you go until we know." Rebecca told the fuming teenager. Lea debated with herself for a while before responding.
"Progenitor. I glanced that in a few files before I escaped." Lea begrudgingly admitted. Things would only get worse if she kept it to herself.
"Thank you. I know this must be hard for you, but please try to hang on." Rebecca comforted the blonde before turning to leave. Lea flinched at the sound of the door clicking closed. Everything seemed to be so much louder now. Everything was brighter too, and the smells were overpowering. Lea hoped that was just a temporary sensory issue, but it seems to be a more permanent development.
Lea lied there in bed, trying to calm her senses as the time passed. The only interaction she had was whenever a soldier would bring her food and water. Even then, it was just so they could make sure she didn't escape. This went on for what seemed like months before she had a real conversation. Lea missed the tedious conversations she had with random people. She may have hated social interaction, but complete isolation was worse. Lea looked back at her old life. A life she knew she could never return to.
"Lea?" A familiar voice called out. Lea squinted her eyes up at Chris Redfield. Chris appeared cleaner now. The thick stubble on his jaw was gone. His face and arms were littered with bruises and cuts. His right hand was thankfully covered with a caste. Lea let out a light laugh. 'A fucking boulder... what were you thinking?'
"Hey." Lea weakly greeted back. Lea didn't have the energy to feel joyous about anything, and the morphine constantly being pumped into her veins didn't help. The girl chuckled at the sight of the giant awkwardly sitting in the disproportionately small chair. 'Focus, girl. Don't let the drugs muddle your mind.' Her mind snapped at her. "Why are you here? I was expecting that... uh... Reba? Rebecca! I was expecting her." Lea stuttered, and blushed from embarrassment. Chris laughed under his breath at her. The girl in this condition almost reminded him of his sister when she broke her leg.
"I finally got word from my superior." Lea stared expectantly at Chris. "We can't let you go quite yet, but in another few months of observing the Progenitor virus, we can let you go into Witness Protection." Lea widened her eyes in surprise. 'Really? A nice happy ending? Or false hope?' Lea thought to herself suspiciously, her face contorting into a grimace.
"Bullshit." Lea bluntly stated. Chris wasn't exactly surprised by her disbelief. Jill wasn't exactly believing of the news he delivered to her either. He sighed and stood up.
"I ain't lying to you, but there's another reason why I came." Chris admitted, earning another grimace from the young woman. "You're obviously very intelligent, and I think with some training, you'd be a great soldier. Wesker may be dead, but the threat of bio-terrorism didn't die with him." At this point, Lea turned over so her back was facing Chris. He heaved out another sigh and headed to the door. "It's just something you should consider." With that, the giant man left the room.
Lea battled with her mind that night. She rarely slept, even with the drugs. Sleep was another thing that Lea missed, along with pleasant dreams. Now she only slept every couple of days, and her dreams were plagued with Wesker. In part of boredom, and in efforts to procrastinate from sleeping, Lea absent mindedly fiddled with her small hands.
"Wesker may be dead, but the threat of bio-terrorism remains..." Lea whispered to herself, staring blankly at the pristine white wall. Lea hated the idea of joining the military, but she hated the fact that there are still more people like Wesker out in the world. She always saw the military as the government's way to fool the citizens into becoming willing slaves. Lea didn't have a problem with fighting to protect the country. She just hated that the government so often used the military to get more money and cause destruction because of corrupt leaders. The military were simply pawns on a chess board. Lea also knew that she couldn't go live her life ignoring the threat of bio-terrorism.
"You're not in the greatest state to be making decisions, Lea. That's something we can do later. Worry about yourself for now." Lea logically reasoned with herself, curling up in a tight ball. She squeezed her eyes shut, and stated humming a lullaby to herself. There she stayed, rocking herself back and forth, hoping that she won't see Wesker in her dreams that night.
Sorry if it get's a bit boring. I feel guilty for not updating in pretty much a year. Also sometime in the next few months I'll be moving this story onto my new AO3 account. I'll still update this story here, but all new stories will be posted onto AO3. Oh, especially sorry if the ending is rushed or sub-par. I didn't want to prolong the time to post this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Also please give me a constructive criticism of this story as it progresses. I want to know what my weaknesses are, and how to improve them.
