Disclaimer: All I can say ownership-wise is the fact I do have the Wesker and Hunter action figures.
J.L.: And now, I have my way with this chapter! It's been quite a while since I've been able to express any sort of gorey violence. I have had a little practice with my own original novel that is in progress (I thought I had it completed but thought up a few more details with severa;l changes.) Anyways...to the story.
--Chris's POV--
"Chris, have you seen William lately?" Rebecca asked as I started on a report. I looked up at her and shook my head. She frowned and moved to the chair next to me.
"What about Jill?" She asked. I bowed my head.
"Nothing..." I answered. I was worried beyond a doubt about her. Something was up. Rebecca bit her lip and fiddled around in her purse.
"I was...given this...by Richard. He told me that if William ever got in trouble, to give you this." She meekly spoke, and handed me an envelope that she pulled out of her purse.
"Did Richard tell you anything?" I asked.
"He was sort of vague about things." Rebecca spoke. I glanced around the room. The Captain was out today, which meant the rest of the gang had to be here. Jill was definitely in trouble. I ripped open the envelope and pulled out a device from inside. Switching on, I noticed a green dot on a grid. The dot was up towards the top left hand corner of the device. A tracker? I stood up.
"You all deserve the truth." I commented, bringing the attention of everyone to me.
"You going to admit you're Willy's butt buddy now?" Joseph commented.
"Actually, not far off the mark. William is Jillian. Jill Valentine is an undercover government agent who was sent here to investigate Wesker. The promotion she was getting was suppose to be a huge lead in her case. Things have gone wrong though. Richard was her backup and he sold her out, so he was terminated. I need yor help finding Jill, I lost contact with her a week ago, and I have every reason to believe she is in danger." I spoke. The room was deathly quiet. Then, Barry stood up.
"Well now, Joseph...I think you owe both Chris and Valentine an apology." Barry spoke. The rest were speechless.
"Whatever, I call bullshit." Joseph grunted. Barry and Rebecca left the room. I was lost as to where I should head to now. Use the device stupid.
"Call it bullshit all you want." I said and focused on the locator. the dot was steady. It's the best you've got....so what if it was Richard's....Jill trusted him with everything until Carlos-who hasn't contacted you-told her otherwise. I wouldn't be surprised if Carlos was the backstabber. I stepped out of the office and saw Barry and Rebecca walk up to me. The had their issued firearms.
"Let's go." Barry spoke.
Hours later
Brad's breathing was ragged and labored. He had started coughing up blood and puke about an hour ago, and was laying down, trembling. His small frame now seemed like a skeleton sheathed in skin. His fist clenched, grabbing at his vest. William Birkin stepped inside, making his way towards me.
"I see that you're watching Brad keenly, Miss Valentine." William commented.
"I want to know what the hell you gave him." I retorted. He laughed.
"You'll see. In the meantime, let's discuss your creations...Mister William Valentine. Interesting choice, a gay cop." William spoke. Brad started gasping for air.
"I never planned that bit out." I answered. William smiled brightly.
"An adaptable personality. I'd imagine that's infinitely useful within the government, isn't it?" William asked. Brad cried out, and a sickening crack of bone echoed in the air. I stood up and turned to William.
"Yes. Are you going to stay in here?" I asked. William smiled.
"No, I'm not insane. I'd definitely rather not be in here when he finishes mutating. If prior test results are correct, then the first thing he'll do when he changes is go after blood."William spoke and turned. Good enough for me. I picked up my chain and tugged it, holding as much slack in my hands as possible. William stopped, laughing.
"Come on now, surely you don't believe you can pull that chain out of the wall?" William asked. I didn't wait. I swung the slack around hard enough, and it hit Willam in the back. William fell to the floor.
"I don't believe I can pull this chain from the wall Mr. Birkin, and don't call me Shirley." I grunted as I swung the chain down hard on William's ankle. The crack that echoed confirmed that I had broken his ankle. I'm not going down without a fight damn it. A gurgle of sickening noise came from Brad. I put my foot down on William's back and looked over to Brad. He was standing up straight, his head bowed. If prior test results are correct, then the first thing he'll do when he changes is go after blood...just how much testing...how much mutation? Brad's head jerked up, his eyes bloodshot.
"I just wanted to be somebody..." He weakly spoke. A horrible rumble started , accompanied with cracking bone, ripping flesh and Brad's voice was lost forever. I watched in horror as Brad's muscles engorged and blistered through his skin, as his bones tore outward through the punctured epidermis. His jaw elongated, the teeth sprouting in rows akin to a great white shark's would. His eyes cataracted over, went white completely before dissolving into blood red. As his ribs stretched out, the skin sunk in the space between his collar bones and neck, a crevice for light to be lost. His spine shot up through his skull, new growth elongating that into a mohawk made of his own spine. Any skin peeled away, sucked into god-only-know-where as his legs shifted from having kneecaps to having two joints, his thighs leading back, dropping, then forward again after the second joint.
"What the fuck did you guys make?" I questioned as Brad turned into something this world had never seen and wasn't meant to see. It was now that Brad's arm bones fused into two ragged saws. The grotesque picture was engraving itself into my mind, and I knew that I would never be able to sleep again so easily. Brad's mutation halted, blood dripping off his raw muscle covered body unto the floor. I tightened my grip on the chain that bound me. Will his chain keep him bound?
"Ge-off me." A weak cry from William begged. Brad snapped forward, his chain snapped like a toothpick and I moved away from William just in time to see Brad jam one of his saw-like arms into William's back and wash the floor with William's body, an awful bloodlusty roar echoing in the room. I looked down at my chain. I'm gonna need more than a freaking chain. Brad twisted his ugly sunken in face towards me. This sucks ass. This sucks so much ass. A bloodthirsty roar echoed and Brad was running for me. I swung the chain slack as hard as I could and wrapped Brad's face with it. He stopped in his tracks and jerk his head back, the spine mohawk snapping the chain. I was jerked forward towards him, and rolled to the side. I was thankful that he broke the chain, but was now more terrified than I had ever been. He just freaking broke the chain with his spine! I'm fucked, I'm royally screwed. I have to get the fuck out of here or I am going to die. I saw the door the William Birkin used to enter and exit the room and ran for it, succeeding in only being yanked back. One of the pieces of Brad's spine had the chain stuck on it, and I was bound by the other side. Fuck fuck fuck.
"Not my freaking day!" I yelled, getting another idea with a match gut instinct and running towards Brad. He bellowed another ferocious roar and dropped his teeth laden jaw to me, like a sick and twisted welcoming party. I grabbed the chain again and used it as a rope, propelling me atop Brad's skull. My boots hit raw muscular substance and bone. Wrapping the chain around Brad's neck, and hanging on to one of his spines, I prevent myself from being thrown off as Brad shook himself to rid of me. He was the dog and I was the flea.
"Excellent idea Miss Valentine. You are quite adaptable. " An intercom chimed in with Wesker's voice.
"Give me a damn gun or explosive and I'll show you just how adaptable!" I yelled out as Brad charged for a wall. I jerked the chain up, constricting his throat and deterring him from the wall.
"I cannot do that Jill. I need to know if an unarmed combatant can destroy this virus." Wesker reported. I twisted the chain and pulled up harder, hoping to suffocate it. Brad ran around faster his saw-like arms slashing at me, but thanks to his large arm muscles being in the way, couldn't quite reach. I kept my hold though, and was granted with success. Brad slumped to the ground. His muscles collapsed and sunk into his picasso-like skeletal frame. I stepped off him and backed away a bit, careful not to step into the mess of William's body that was nearby.
"Looks like I won Wesker, a plea bargain sounds good about now doesn't it?" I asked.
"Not quite." Wesker reported and the ripping of human mass startled me. How far does this go?! From the dozens of tears on Brad's body, tiny wiggling brown appendages shot out. I ran for the door and kicked at it, happy to discover it wasn't locked and busted open. The hallway was just as industrial as the room and I didn't stop to check out otherwise. I heard the bloodthirsty roar of Brad's and kept pumping my legs. A door opened in front of me and a gun was in my face, but the face behind that was that of Chris's. I ducked down and ran past him.
"Jill!" He called out.
"Just fucking run!" I yelled back, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me.
"Not so easily Miss Valentine. I have the doors on lock down." Wesker's voice crackled just as I spotted Rebecca and Barry. Brad tore through the door I had just ran through.
"What in the hell is that?!" Barry yelled as everyone started running after me as I tried to clear my mind and formulate a plan.
"I'll explain after we kill it!" I yelled. Rebecca threw open a steel reinforced door and ushered us inside as Brad came rushing towards us. Barry and Rebecca slammed the door shut and held it as Brad pounded on it. I gathered my breath for a moment and released Chris's hand. Must be my day after all.
"Can you tell us now?" Chris asked.
"That was Brad...Kenneth's dead...although I don't think I'm satisfied with that...not with what Wesker and Birkin have been working on..." I spoke. The pounding kept going.
"Are you alright?" Chris asked. I looked at him and nodded.
"Well well, quite a group of friends we have here...Barry, Rebecca, Chris and Jill." Wesker's voice spoke.
"We're not getting out of here are we?" Rebecca asked. Barry grunted from the next series of poundings.
"Not suppose to." I muttered. Chris's anger was boiling.
"You're correct Miss Valentine. I'm curious as to why your companions are here, how did they know?" Wesker's voice came over again. Chris held up a location tracker. Oh god....That device tracks the chip I have embedded in my skin under my wrist...which means that as soon as I get out of here, I'm so going after Carlos. The pounding on the door ceased.
"Wesker, this is highly illegal research and completely immoral. On top of Kidnapping charges, Cruel and unusual punishment you'll probably be persecuted for-" I started.
"If you die down there, then no one will know, and you've made sure of that yourself." Wesker spoke. I stood up straight, ignoring the slight look of confusion on the other's faces.
"Fine Wesker, have it your way. I was seriously thinking about retirement, but as I can tell, that's the worst thing I could do. As a Federal agent, I am hereby calling out for your arrest and interrogation. I have three civilians with me to act as my witnesses and enough evidence in this building you've willing locked me into to convict you." I called out and held my hand to Rebecca. She handed me her weapon.
"So you really are William Valentine...damn..." She muttered.
"Not the time. We have a serious threat just outside and I'm afraid that we have to terminate that threat." I said and motioned for Barry to open the door. Chris stepped beside me with his gun ready.
"Ready?" He asked. I nodded. Barry opened the door and I stepped out.
J.L.: This looks like a good place for a cliffhanger, right? Anyways, I can't help putting in a little fanservice (Of RE, not me) for those who are huge fans of the first game (like myself. Very first game I beat, I was so proud of myself.). Notice that the original characters are in, and that, haha, Brad's dead. Richard's useful again, even through death. Man I loved Resident Evil. Anyways, I've got a twitter feed and meebo account (several im/chat services). Being that I'm kinda sick this weekend, I'd like to take the oppurtunity to chat with any of my readers. I almost always use the callname Lyinn. In the meantime I'll be getting to reading other fanfiction (unless my fiance gets me thoose nifty computer parts to upgrade my comp. I'll be playing Left 4 Dead on the RTR servers then.)