Chapter: 10
A/N: So I might be editing this story as I feel I haven't been putting my best writing in it since I feel almost rushed to pull chapters out, so be expecting hopefully better chapters guys :).
"God damn it Chris, the more we go down here the more I think we're never going to get out." Chris continued down the pathway as if hearing nothing of which Jessica said, aiming his weapons down every cut corner he came across.
"Just follow me, we should be able to locate Jill in no time."
"It wasn't even the objective to even look for her."
"Yeah well change of plans." Chris gritted, hearing a crash sound the area he paused, his stance tight to the ground and fingers aching to pull the trigger, Jessica did the same; the two were only to be left in the stance, no actions to be carried out. Chris carefully walked toward the door, opening it ajar to peek in.
"Chris!" A high pitched voice of excitement filled the air, having the older Redfield's face light up visibly.
"Jill! Are you okay?" Walking in completely he's met with a warm hug, her face hidden in his large chest. They held each other for a few moments until Jessica decided to disrupt the two with her feet stomping the floor to grab their attention.
"So are we just going to ignore the fact that there was a loud crash and no explanation or just stand here until the two of you get over yourselves." Pushing herself off of Chris, Jill straightened herself out, meeting Jessica's obnoxious tone with an equal look of disgust but nodded in agreement.
"You're right. You lead the way, sweetheart."
"Why the hell is that there." Claire's damped chest visibly moved up and down, racing her own lungs for oxygen. Her eyes darting towards Wesker who seemed to be more calmed and collected than any known person Claire's ever met, given the situation.
"Don't worry, dear heart, it's all for good intention." He simply replied, leaving Claire behind the wall that hid her from the monstrosity that mumbled an unfamiliar language that sounded more like gibberish than anything. Claire peeked to see Wesker at eye level with the animalistic creature. It seemed as if he was having a battle of dominance with the demon and clearly was winning. Holding her breath she saw the oozing creature turn to her and hissed towards her direction. Wesker visibly fixed his stance and waited to inflict a blow.
"I'll kill you." It spoke in a low demonic voice. Claire's eyes widened, her breath halted, at the coherent sentence and saw a flash of black and felt pressure on her chest which sent her flying back, hitting herself into the opposing wall. Air escaped her system and Claire's vision blurred with tears of pain, looking up to see Wesker had taken a blow to his back, his deep red blood smeared the wall that Claire was previously standing by. Her heart lept to her throat and she got up to her feet, visibly shaken. She saw the familiar black cloud yet again and felt the ship tilt, losing her footing and fell back down again, hearing a crash through the wall. She looked up winching at her elbow hitting the floor, feeling the painful shock run through her body, seeing a hole through a door, with neither Wesker or the creature to emerge from the room.
She felt a hot grip on her forearm, dragging her with urgency down the hallways from where they just came from. Wesker's breathe fell hard and let the young girl go after walking a good amount of space from the blooded area, smashing the wall in, clearly in frustration. He pressed his hands into the metal encasing and his head hung with fatigue, closing his eyes and took a moment to regain his composure. Claire eyes traveled towards his back to see his flesh reconnecting through the torn opening of his clothing similar to a doctor stitching ones wounds again. Soon after a couple of seconds it was as if his injuries were nothing but a mirage. Claire swallowed hard, gaping at the mans ability, clearly memorized but at the same time horrified. He took one last deep breath and finally stood straight.
"Are you okay?" Claire asked, visibly concerned. Her hand trembled towards his blooded clothing only to have her hand twisted. Wesker face was stone cold with no trace of emotion, pushing Claire away. Claire felt her face drain of its usual warmth, holding her hand close to her chest, feeling a deep anger boil inside her stomach. She felt sore as if a bruise were coming along, glaring at him. "What the hell is you're problem?"
"Don't concern yourself over my well being. Worry about yourself." He spat, walking back down where the creatures remnants were at, stepping over the purple inked blood that smeared the walls mixed with a bright Crimson, pausing at the door and looked over his shoulder to see Claire hadn't moved an inch.
"Come along dear heart, your brother mustn't be far off." He coaxed her, leaning against the door way. If it weren't for his outbreak, Claire might have actually admired him for a moment, but all she could do was glare holes into him, making her way with a tight jaw and clenching her hands. He removed his blooded glasses and dropped them in his jacket as they approached a darkened hallway.
"You're a hell of a lot worse than a 45 year old going through menopause." Claire clipped, digging her fingernails into her palm.
"Unfortunately, when you're ceasing to pass blood, it is much different from physically being slapped across the back from saving a stupid young girl from certain death, and yet I don't even get a token of gratitude; instead I get a rhetorical question thrown in with a "what the hell is my problem?" Not least to forget an insult that was targeted to my heart but didn't even break the surface of the skin." Claire snapped back to look at him, her eyes narrowed and felt her mind become scrambled now.
"You know I didn't mean it that way."
"Ah yes. Of course you didn't." He shook his head, rolling his eyes across the room. "Very well then."
"Listen, I'm glad you took the blow. If it wasn't for you I'd probably be thrown into the ocean by now, dead; shit I'd probably be still at home wonder what to do about this whole thing, so I have a lot to be thankful for." She held her breath, looking around in the darkness, searching for what she was about to say next. "But I don't think anyone would react any differently when some sadistic maniac grabs your arm with a death grip when you're just trying to see if their okay."
"Sadistic maniac?" He chuckled darkly and shook his head once more. "You've really lost that pretty head of yours haven't you?"
"Wesker, sometimes I get the feeling you're so far gone that you don't even think of the things you do or say. Normally anyone else would find rude or the least bit appalling."
"When the world has always revolved around you Redfield, those thoughts never cross ones mind." He simply replied, walking through a room he flicked a light switch on, the bulb blinking four times until it finally decided to stay on. "Admire this down time, we may not get another for quite a sometime."
"Listen, I don't mean to be much of a drag on this reunion but could we try and actually get the hell out of here."
"Jessica, we've been trying to do that for the past hour. We're all tired and trying our best to make it out of here alive." She made a face and nodded, turning away from the two.
"I just think it's ridiculous how we-" the boat shook to the side, all three held onto the iron railing until the boat finally came to its original position.
"Now what in the hell is that." Jill spoke first, getting no from response from either Jessica nor Chris.
"Whatever the hell it was, let's hope we don't run into it." Chris took out his shotgun, cocking the safety off and continued down the path.
"Have you tried to signal to HQ yet?" Jessica genuinely seemed fearful now, her eyes wide with wonder and saw Chris shake his head.
"We can't get signal out here, especially not in this dump. We might be able to when we hit daylight, but until then, we have to rely on each other."
"Chris, how long have you been down here?"
"About 5 days honey." Jessica responded, running a hand through her hair, slinging her submachine gun on her shoulder.
"I wasn't going to leave you behind, Jill." The brunette gave a warm smile and nodded, feeling a slight ease in this hell when with the former S.T.A.R.S. agent
"Let's just relax for a little and think about what to do next, sounds good?" He looked back at Jessica who shrugged and leaned against the wall.
"Should we take turns for power naps?"
"Yeah we kinda need that. You guys can sleep first, I don't mind staying up." Chris nodded, rubbing his hands over his eyes.
"You sure Chris?" Jill asked, sliding down the wall behind her.
"Yeah don't worry about me. I can stay up." He sat next to Jill, her head resting on his shoulder with Jessica on the opposite side, leaning her head back, looking for some sort of comfort.
"I can't sleep." Claire sighed out, banging her head against the metal enclosure. "What happens if one of those things come out again?"
"Redfield, you act as if you can't trust me." Claire looked at him confused, shaking her head. "Have I not proven myself?"
"I mean you betrayed your whole team at one point. Am I supposed to trust you?" He scoffed and bit the inside of his cheek, one hand slicked his hair back while the other was deep in his coat pocket, shaking his head.
"You've made it this far haven't you?" She nodded, her eyes drooped from lack of a nights rest and gave a long yawn, stretching out and stood back up.
"I'm good to go, let's just get this over with."
A/N: sorry for the short chapter guys! I've been working on a new project and just found the time around to update this story! Hope you guys enjoy! I'll be sure to update as soon as possible to finish this thing!