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Hi there! Sorry it's been so long since I've updated! My life has been a little crazy. But finally, I was able to write this chapter in whatever free time I had. I hope you like it! Hope any typos you find won't screw you up!
Jill never knew how discomforting silence was until now. She watched as Archer continued to toy with Chris, anger boiling in her veins. She struggled and received a punch to the gut causing her to double over. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chris' hand clench into a fist and Jill felt hope for the first time since her capture.
"Chris! Chris!" she shouted, hoping to break through to her partner. "Chris! Snap out-ah!" She was cut off by another punch. "Son of a bitch..."
Enough was enough. Her eyes met Leon's and a silent message was quickly conveyed. She threw her head back and it connected with the jaw of one of her captors. Spinning around, she delivered a knockout punch to the other guard. Almost immediately, the guards were trying to recover from the unexpected attack, but Leon was already on it. Jill, on the other hand, lunged towards Archer who tried, and failed, to dodge the attack. Jill landed right on top of the woman and her fist connected with Archer's face in an instant.
"Jill, watch out!" shouted Claire as she and Leon tried to restrain the guards.
Jill looked back and was shocked when Chris' hand wrapped around her throat and easily lifted her off the ground. Her legs kicked wildly as they sought solid ground. Archer pushed herself back onto her feet, wiping away the small amount of blood dripping from her cut lip.
"You're going to pay for that..." sneered Archer. "Chris, deal with them. Find me when you're done." She said before turning around and quickly leaving the battle.
Jill scoffed; she wasn't surprised that at the first sign of trouble, Archer would turn and run. But at the moment, she had more pressing concerns to deal with.
"Chris..." her plea coming out as only a whisper.
Chris slammed his partner's body against the wall and held her there. Their eyes met for a split second before Chris pulled back his other arm, ready to attack. Jill's eyes squeezed shut. She just couldn't believe that this would be the last thing she saw. Suddenly, the hand around her throat disappeared and she collapsed to the floor. Opening her eyes, she saw Leon fighting to pin Chris to the ground, trying at the same time, not to hurt him. The government agent lost the battle as he was thrown off.
Chris got back on his feet and his attention turned back to Jill. His blood red eyes burned into Jill as he started to stalk towards her. Her hands searched the area around her, desperate to find a weapon to defend herself with. Finally, her hands connected with something and she picked it up.
"Stop." She ordered, the gun in her hand aimed steadily at Chris.
Chris seemed to obey. His advance stopped and he cocked his head to the side. Despite trying her best to steady herself, the adrenaline mixed with fear coursing through her veins caused her hands to start shaking. A smile formed on Chris' lips and he started to walk once again.
"Chris!" warned Jill, her hands started to shake just a little more. Her finger dancing on the trigger.
Just as he was about to lunge for her, there was a yell which caused the Redfield to turn to the left. Two shots rang out before silence was once again restored. Jill looked over to Leon who was holding a gun of his own, a wisp of smoke escaping from the barrel.
"Chris?"
He looked down to his chest as two pools of blood began to blossom. "Jill...?" he whispered before his body crumpled to the floor.
"Chris!" Jill rushed to her fallen partner's side. Her hands quickly pressed against both wounds in an effort to staunch the bleeding. "Oh god..." she breathed.
"Jill, we can't stay here." Leon said, grabbing the weapons off the unconscious guards and tossing one to Claire. "We have to move."
"We can't move him like this!" she said as Claire maneuvered herself so one of Chris' arms were slung around her shoulders.
"Leon's right." Claire said, "If we stay here, more guards will come. We'll find a med lab and get some supplies and get him patched up. Come on."
Jill pursed her lips as she looked down at the unconscious Chris.
"Jill!"
"Ok, let's go." Jill grabbed Chris' other arm and together, she and Claire, lifted Chris onto his feet.
He let out a small moan as his blood dripped onto the concrete floor. Leon opened the door and peered out, making sure there were no other guards coming before motioning for them to move forward. The moment they stepped out of the room, there was a shout. Leon instinctively turned towards the sound and fired. The guard let out a yell before falling to the floor, clutching his injured abdomen.
"Shit..." he swore. "Ok, we have to find a place to lay low. Now."
They quickly ran off, not sure where they were heading, but desperate to find a place to hide. As they ran through the concrete base, they could hear as hoards and hoards of guards closing in on them. Shouts and orders were barked out and then more footsteps would be heard. Leon turned back and was slightly relieved to see that they hadn't been found yet.
"In here!" whispered Claire as she pushed open a door.
Leon stood guard as Jill and Claire struggled to heave Chris inside. Leon could hear the footsteps get closer and closer. His trigger finger started to twitch, ready to fire at any moment. He quickly ducked inside and shut the door as two guards started to walk down the corridor. As Jill and Claire gently set Chris down on the floor, Chris let out another moan. Leon's eyes widened and he motioned for them to keep him quiet. Another moan.
"Chris..." Jill whispered into Chris' ear, praying that he was conscious enough to listen to her, "Chris...you have to stay quiet. Shhh..." She placed a finger over his dry, cracked, lips to convey the urgency.
Maybe Chris heard her or maybe he had just fallen unconscious, but he didn't make a sound as the guards walked past the room. Leon let out a soft sigh of relief and slid to the floor, his back pressed up against the door.
"Leon, we have to find some medical supplies..." said Claire, "He's not going to make it if we don't patch up these wounds."
"Alright... Jill, stay with Chris. Claire and I will go and see what we can find." He cracked open the door and peered outside. "Let's move." He whispered.
Jill looked to Claire who shot her a reassuring look before slipping outside. Jill's hands shifted ever so slightly causing Chris to stir. His eyes fluttered open, confusion and pain evident in them.
"Jill..." he whispered. He shifted his body, the movement aggravating the bleeding.
"Hey, hey, don't move." Jill said frantically, her hands moving to press against the wounds again, "Don't move...just stay still, ok?"
"Wha- what happened?"
"Don't worry about that alright? Claire and Leon are going to be back soon and we'll fix you up in no time." She smiled but Chris wasn't fooled. "How are you feeling?"
"In pain..." He laughed a little but immediately regretted it. "Ah! Son of a bitch!" He swore through gritted teeth.
"Ok, ok...it's alright. Just breathe..." She consoled. She felt his hand wrap around hers and squeeze gently. With another smile, she squeezed back.
- - -
"Doctor, is something wrong?"
Richardson jumped a little from the sudden entrance of Archer. She strolled into the laboratory which was filled with rows and rows of glass tubes; some were empty and some had a random assortment of body parts floating in an abyss of water.
"We have a big problem and I mean a BIG problem." The fear in the doctor's voice was something Archer had never heard before.
She was lead to the very back of the lab where a solitary glass tube sat. Water was everywhere while the tube had been shattered, littering the surrounding area with glass. Her eyes narrowed as she felt her temper rise. She looked left of the broken glass tube where a dead and naked guard lay, his body horribly mutilated and his face indistinguishable, not that identifying him mattered to Archer.
"How did this happen?" she snapped.
"I-I don't-"
"He was supposed to be sedated. He was supposed to stay sedated!"
"You don't have to tell me that!" the doctor snapped back, "I don't know what the hell happened, but he's gone."
Archer walked up to the broken piece of equipment, the glass crunching underneath her heels. "Shit." She swore.
"Like I said, this is a big problem."
"Yes, thank you doctor! I can see that!" She examined the various IV lines and tubes left hanging haphazardly in the tube. "Call the guards. Make it an emergency conference."
The doctor didn't answer. Instead, he quickly ran off to carry out the orders. His footsteps faded away as he ran out of the room and down the hallway.
"You son of a bitch..." she muttered, "I should've known you'd cause me trouble."
- - -
His heavy boots became heavier with every step and his breathing was becoming more ragged. He had woken to find himself suspended in nothing but cold water with alien tubes snaking in and out of his body. Blood dripped onto the floor...his blood... He watched with a strange, morbid, fascination as the crimson liquid started to pool in a puddle. Suddenly, there was faint yell that caused him to look up.
Two men, clothed in black, started to walk towards him with guns drawn. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do. They weren't expecting to come across a shuddering man, half crouched, in the middle of their patrol.
"Name?" grunted one of the men. When he didn't get an answer, he prodded the man with the end of his gun. "Hey!" he shouted causing the man to flinch, "Name?"
The prodding continued until he could take it no longer. His hand shot out and he snapped the offending arm in two. The man let out a scream as his friend lifted up his weapon to fire. In a flash, the weapon had been taken from him and two shots rang out. He stood, his breath evening out ever so slightly. The recently fired gun resting in his hands. He watched as two large pools of blood formed on the ground and a strange feeling came over him.
Death.
Blood.
This was somehow right.
This was him.
- - -
Jill's head shot up when the door creaked open again. She was relieved when it was Leon with Claire following closely behind with a case of first aid supplies in hand.
"How is he?" asked Leon.
"He passed out a while ago" replied Jill, "But I'm sure he'll be fine. I hope..." She lifted up Chris' shirt and started to get to work.
No one made a noise for quite a while until the sound of heavy footsteps started to come closer. Claire and Jill exchanged looks while Leon shot up and raised his weapon. He positioned himself in front of the two women and waited for someone to burst through the door, but no one ever did. Instead, there was only shouting and more footsteps.
"Archer's called an emergency meeting! Let's go!" they heard one man shout out.
"Yes sir!" a unanimous reply came from several people.
Leon relaxed when he was satisfied that the guards had gone by. He turned back to Jill and Claire. "Emergency meeting? Don't like the sound of that."
"Whatever it is, we'll be fine if we just stay low" replied Claire, handing a first-aid spray to Jill.
- - -
Archer stood on a metal catwalk looking down on her hired soldiers as they piled into the room. As the last few people trickled in, the murmurs died down.
"I've called you here because there's been a new development." Her voice echoed through the room, "A specimen has gotten loose from one of our labs. He's extremely dangerous and unstable. So, be on the lookout for any suspicious activity. The order is to shoot to kill. Thank you. Dismissed."
Archer turned to Dr. Richardson who was standing next to her.
"I thought we needed him alive." Richardson said.
"He's useless now. We'll focus on Redfield."
"Speaking of Redfield. Where is he?"
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