Chapter 10

Invisible Wounds (Dark Bodies)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters mentioned, or the idea of the bestselling video game in the universe, (Resident Evil). I based this fanfiction off of the following:

The Resident Evil movies,

The novelization's by Keith R.A. DeCandido,

Based off of the screenplay by Paul W.S. Anderson,

And Based on Capcom's best selling video game,

I have taken scenes straight from the movies, games and even more so from the books, the one and only idea, I do take credit for is the idea of keeping Rain in the fan fiction, throughout the story so please don't sue me! This whole thing was and is for you're love, and possibly obsession (Don't worry, no pun intended, I my self am a bit obsessed.lol) for the beloved Resident Evil.

Jill entered the classroom, only to discover bloody trail marks and Morales's camera lying on a nearby desk, still rolling. Cautiously she walked over and gingerly picked up the piece of filming equipment.

"You can't save her." A small voice came from a girl with fiery red hair who emerged from the shadows.

Startled, Jill turned and pointed her gun at the child.

"I've seen what they do."

Lowering the gun, Jill asked. "Are you Angela?"

The girl nodded before she looked to the door. "We should hurry before they come back."

"My names Jill, your father sent me to come and get you." Jill grinned when she saw the look of relief flood the girls face. She led her out into the hallway, before speaking again. "Angela Ashford hu? That's a pretty grown up name for a little girl."

"I'm not a little girl." Angela muttered. "Besides, all my friends call me Angie."

"Angie. I like that." Jill said, as she led her through the cafeteria.

"Those things are in here." Angie murmured, stopping in her tracks.

Jill took her hand. "It's okay. There slow, we can run around them."

But clearly that wasn't what was bothering the poor girl, as she made that perfectly clear with her next movement.

"No, not them." She raised a hand and pointed at a huge Doberman. "Them."

With a growl the dog charged Jill, she raised her gun, but it was too late, the canine crashed into her, knocking the gun out and away from her hand.

Angie went and hid, scared for her new friends life. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a thousand drumbeats had Angela's ears ringing, but after a minuet, she realized that it was a machinegun like the ones in the movies.

The pounding of the gun stopped, as a thick deep voice with a feign accent said. "I thought you might need a hand."

Jill took in the black combat uniform, with the umbrella log on it. "You work for Umbrella?" he was indeed handsome, he had red hair, blue eyes, and he was polite as can be.

"Used to, until they left us for dead in this place, now I consider myself freelance, Nicholai Sokolov at your service." Suddenly one of the Dobermans leaped on top of him, knocking the unsuspecting man to the floor. Jill moved to go help him, but her leg was suddenly grabbed by Angie.

"Save the girl!" He called, wrestling underneath the monster. "I've got this bitch!"

Angie led Jill into the kitchen, were she were to retrieve her fallen gun off of the floor. They continued, until the two of them hid behind a stove. There were two dongs in the kitchen, and they were very close to the weapon.

Jill placed a finger to her lips, and then in code, told her to keep an eye out.

Jill got very close to the gun, so far the dogs hadn't seen them, but if Jill reached for her gun, she'd be out in the open. Jill hesitated. Suddenly she was grabbed by the lunch lady.

Jill remembered what had happened in the Arklay mountains and grabbed the dead woman, in a headlock. It was a simple maneuver she did, pulling the head out of it's socket, then letting the body fall.

"You okay?" She asked, turning toward Angela. She nodded. They where bunkered down by one of the stoves. But unfortunately one of the dogs was now standing over her automatic.

Jill looked u and the burner and smiled.

She turned on each burner with a whoosh and a smell of gas. The dog sniffed the air, as Jill reached into her pocket and grabbed a book of matches. She grabbed Angela's arm as they ran for the exit.

As they ran, Jill lit a match without removing it from the book using her thumb, and then she tossed it behind her. Angela glanced back to watch as they ran away.

The book of matches tumbled through the air before they went out before they hit the gas.

Suddenly a Zippo lighter flew by her head.

Alice wrapped Angela and herself in a fire blanket. As Alice grabbed Angie Rain grabbed the nearby desk, and flipped it up, creating a shield from the blast a millisecond before the sound and heat pelted her sensitive ears.

After a moment, Alice unwrapped themselves from the blanket.

"Thank you." Angela whispered to the two of them.

Somehow, like I had with the lickers, I was able to sense that this nine year old girl was like the two of them. Alice and I stared at her, and she stared back unto us.

The power of the blast must have thrown her, because Jill was lying on the floor, coughing as she asked. "You three know each other?"

"She's infected," I said, pointing at Angela.

"On a massive level." Alice finished.

"How do you know that?" Jill glared, at Alice.

Angela answered the question. "Because, they are too."

"Wait a second, you two are infected?" Jill started yelling, at Alice and I. "And when were you planning on telling me this?"

I kept ignoring Jill, and Alice did too. I knelt before the girl, so that I was eye level with her, holding out my hand I asked, "Let me see."

"No!" Angela said, jerking the Spiderman lunchbox out of sight, and away from my outstretched hand.

"You know I'm not going to hurt you." I said, sweetly, still holding out my hand. "Now let me see it."

Reluctantly, she handed the lunchbox to me. Felling along the front of it, I found two buttons, pushing them in, the left side opened. Inside the lunchbox, grey foam took up most of the space, protecting four syringes.

"The antivirus," I whispered I felt as though the breath in my chest was gone, I'd recognize the green substance anywhere. "The cure to the T-virus."

"There's a cure?" Jill asked.

Alice and I nodded before I turned back to Angie. "How did you get this?"

At first Angie didn't say anything, then I closed the box, and gave it back to her. "My daddy-my daddy made it for me. He's sick and someday…I'll get sick too. He just wanted to stop that. When I was little I had to walk on crutches. They said I'd never get better, just worse. Then, one day, I'd be in a wheelchair just like him. But he found a way to make me stronger."

"The T-virus." I whispered.

Angela nodded. "but they took his invention away from him, the men at Umbrella. He's not a bad man, he didn't mean for any of this to happen. Honest."

The girl started to cry, and I pulled her into my arms, wanting to comfort her. "Alice and I believe you."

Suddenly, the door slammed open, I was suddenly to my feet, my MP5K in my hand, and the shotgun in Alice's. There was also a laser target was on my chest.

"Don't point that thing at me unless you plan to use it Carlos." I smirked once I recognized the commando clad in black. He was one of the three (One, Ward and Carlos) team leaders that the Security Division had.

"I thought you were dead, Ocampo." Olivera whispered as he lowered the same weapon I held.

"I came back."

"He's cool!" came another voice from behind Carlos. A man emerged, what he was wearing, Rain couldn't really tell. "He's cool; he made a deal with Dr. Doom same as you."

"How many of you guy's are there?" Jill asked, looking him up and down.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Jill turned her head back towards the cafeteria, confused, Carlos and I followed her gaze, and found the body of Sokolov.

Nicholai Sokolov was the best Russian friend a girl could ever ask for. He had managed to keep his thick accent even though his family had moved to the states when he was three. Not to mention how he could really put them down, I was the only girl who could keep up with him. but now, as I looked at my drinking buddy, I realized that I'd now have to drink with the wimps.

"Nicholai…" Carlos whispered. Suddenly, he hunched over, coughing and sputtering.

I'd recognize those symptoms anywhere as well, he was drenched in a slick sweat, he was pale, with his eyes were bloodshot and puffy. "When were you bitten?"

"Two hours ago."

"What the fuck?" The overdressed man cried. "You didn' tell me that, I'm walking around wit you a shit."

I smiled, resisting the urge to laugh. "Well Carlos, this is your lucky day."