Chapter Fourteen: Sacrifices

Rebecca went limp when the liquid entered her blood-stream, and Billy wait for her to open her eyes, or make a noise, or something to let him know she was alive. But she remained still. He let go of her shoulders and looked away...they were too late it seemed.

"Billy, I...I'm sorry," said Leon.

Billy shook his head, It wasn't Leon's fault...it was Umbrella's. And his, for not keeping a closer eye on her. Both of them heard the moan, and the rustle of clothes as something moved. Billy felt a hand on his shoulder, and drew his gun, and turned, fully prepared to shoot the zombie that had been Rebecca...

And he found himself looking into perfectly human eyes. Though blood-shot, not the milky-white that was the zombies' eyes. Both he and Leon stared at her in shock, and the girl, confused, gave them an odd look, and started to speak.

"What's the matter? You look like you-"

She didn't get to finish before she found herself being crushed in a hug.

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Finally! A way out. Ada and Phyl had finally found their way out of the tunnel. Light seeped in through cracks in the trapdoor they'd discovered. Ada turned off her flashlight, and pushed the door upward. Dust and spiders rained down on her and Phyl. Her skin crawled from the feeling of their legs, but she sill pushed the door up. It didn't seem to want to open all the way. She slammed on it with her hand. Bad idea. More spiders came down. Only then did it occur to her that there was an abnormal amount of the creatures. She let the door fall back into place, shaking her head, and brushing them off of her.

"Hey! Watch it!" said Phyl, trying to sheild herself, "You're throwing them on me."

"Sorry Phyl...I have the feeling we don't want to know what's in that room..."

"Don't tell me you're afraid of a few spiders," Phyl replied, and shoved on the door, this time it flew open.

A wave of spiders came through the opening. There was enough to fully cover several people. Phyllis screamed as they swept over her, biting her. She tried to knock them off, but to no avail. Ada backed into the wall, helpless. She couldn't shoot, or she'd hit her friend, but if she didn't, the spiders would kill her.

A shriek of agony from Phyl made up her mind. She knew what the venom from these spiders would do to someone. She raised her gun, blinking rapidly. She could see Phyl's eyes through the mass of bugs, widened in fear and pain, and when she saw and understood what Ada was going to do, something like shock and maybe relief.

"I'm sorry, Phyl...I'm so sorry," Ada said, squeezing her eyes shut, turning her head away, and pulling the trigger.

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"Lock is off," said Jill, "Now where's the nasty trap to kill us?"

"Don't talk like that, Jill," Chris scolded, touching her shoulder, "Even if it's in sarcasm. We're getting out of here."

Jill smiled slightly at him, and nodded. She turned to Tyler, who was inspecting every inch of the walls, "Hey, Tyler, what's behind this door?"

He didn't answer her with any more then a shrug, and continued his search. Chris shook his head, sighing, and opened the door. There was the nasty trap to kill them. Or trap them at least. A gate dropped down around the door. The ends were pointed, and very obviously sharp. Chris, being where he was, was unharmed by them, but Jill felt one tip go into her shoulder and push her down. She cried out in pain as the steel beared down on her. Tyler ran to them, and he and Chris started trying to push the gat back up, but it continued going down.

"Chris, there's gotta be something to raise the gate in the room, find it, quick, I'll keep this up as long as I can," said Tyler, to Jill he said, "I know this is going to hurt, Jill, but try to pull yourself off, and slip out if you can."

Chris looked at Tyler and nodded, and went to find anything to move the gate. He winced when he heard Jill scream as she tried to pull herself off of the metal. I'm not losing someone else. He thought, searching the walls and bricks around the fireplaces, Not anyone else, and I'm certainly not losing Jill. Not now. Another scream from Jill, and a frustrated yell from Tyler ans the gate further progressed to the floor made Chris speed up his search, though he made sure to miss nothing. I won't lose her. I won't let her die.

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Rebecca returned Billy's hug.

"We thought you were dead," said Leon.

"What happened?" said Rebecca when Billy released her, "All I remember is telling Billy I was fine...that's it."

"You were poisoned by that thing," said Billy, "We came back down here to see if we could find an antidote...And we were afraid it was too late. "

Rebecca nodded, and tried to stand, but her legs fell out from under her, and she fell towards Billy. He caught her and held her upright. She nodded at him in thanks, and balanced herself, though she still couldn't stand on her own.

"Can we get out of here and fine everyon else?" Leon asked, looling nervous.

Both Becky and Billy nodded at him. Billy headed for the door, helping Rebecca along. Leon followed them. He was still going to have to watch out for them. With Billy helping Rebecca, he wouldn't be able to shoot anything fast enough. He shook his injured hand, it was starting to itch, along with the stinging. He'd definatley need it looked at when they got out of here. Otherwise he'd lose his hand.
They worked their way back up to the frist floor, Rebecca all the while being helped along.

Rebecca tried to walk on her own, but every time she tried, Billy would have to catch her. Her legs weren't wanting to work. She could move them to a small degree, but if she tried to stand, she'd collapse. She hated having to depend on someone else to keep her safe, but she had no coice for now. Her whole body ached, as if she was bruised all over. And the last time her head had felt like this was when she'd caused a frying pan to fall on it when she was a child. She winced as pain flared in her skull again. Okay, so maybe this was worse then the frying pan. She stumbled when she felt the sudden urge to vomit, and Billy wasn't able to catch her this time.

Leon heard retching ahea, and hurried to catch up to Billy and Becky, and saw Billy helping a weary looking Rebecca up.

He took a glance at the papers he had taken from the lab, and looked back at them, "Puking like that is a good thing, Becca. Means the antidote fully worked, and it's trying to get the poison out of your system."

Becky was about to answer when she felt more vomit work it's way up. She managed to turn away from Billy just in time to save him from being covered in puke. She didn't bother to continue with what she'd been about to say when she could speak again.
"Let's just get out of here."

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Krauser winced in pain, but he made no noise.

"Well well well. Jack Krauser," Wesker said, smiling at him. A cold unpleasant smile. "I was under the impression that you were dead."

Krauser stood back up, his arm hanging limply at his side. This was going to be difficult. If it had been a simple matter of putting the bone back into place, he could have done that easily. But the bone was snapped in half. It would take a few minutes before the bone healed its self back up. He didn't reply to Wesker. Instead he circled him, as he felt the virus already healing his arm. Wesker stood eerily still, moving only his head as he watched Krauser with shaded eyes. He calmly pulled the shades off, revealing odd, almost serpent-like yellow eyes, that were starting to turn red. He tossed the shades aside, not even looking to see where they landed. Powerful or not, Krauser knew he ws in for a tough fight when it came to Wesker. But he was sure he could win.

"Sorry to disappoint," Krauser said, finally.

Wesker smirked at him, and lightning fast he kicked at Krauser's leg. This time Krauser did yell. Wesker's foot connected with his kneecap, and his knee bent backwards. He went to the floor instantly, and Wesker continued to smirk. Gritting his teeth, Krauser pulled his leg back into place with his good arm. It went back to normal with a loud snap, and he stood up. Though he didn't put all of his weight on that leg. Wesker was toying with him. Maybe he had been too over confident..Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Before he could move again, a loud scream echoed through the room. The Stalker was hungry, and it had found something to eat.

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"Hurry Chris!," Tyler shouted, his voice strained. Muscles bulged in his arms as he tried to keep the gate up.

Jill tried to do as Tyler had asked, and get herself off, and crawl out, but the lower she went, the less there was holding the gate up, so it went down with her. And every time the metal reburied its self in her flesh, a new wave of pain an nausea swept over her, causing her to cry out.
Chris didn't reply. Tyler shouted at him to hurry every few seconds. It wasn't the man's shouts that sped Chris' search up, but Jill's cries. On his way to the next fire place, he tripped on a loose brick, bloodying his nose when it hit the floor. He looked at what he'd tripped on, and pulled at the brick. Underneath the brick was a small switch. Gritting his teeth, he pushed it, and hoped he hadn't just killed them. Another sharp cry from Jill made him sure he had, but when he turned around, Jill was in a heap on the floor, the gate was going back up, and Tyler was leaning againt the wall, out of breath.

Chris wiped the blood off of his face with his sleeve, and ran to Jill, who was also out of breath. Blood ran from the wound in her shoulder, and her face was tear streaked. Chris knelt beside her, and careful not to harm her, he hugged her tight. At first he was a tad bit hurt when she pushed him away slightly. But the hurt disappeared when she kissed him. He kissed her back . All those years of never saying anything to her caught up to him in the blink of an eye. She had almost died. What would he have done then? They broke the kiss when Tyler cleared his throat impatiently behind them. Chris saw him looking at them with something like jealousy, but he put the thought out of his mind.

He helped Jill to her feet, and looked into the room they had opened the door to before the gate had tried to stop them.

What Chris saw made him wish he and Jill had ignored Tyler.

A small girl sat in the middle of the room, playing with the insides of a Silencer, and several zombies. She was talking to herself in what was half words, half 3-year-old gibberish. She realized she was being watched, and she dropped her toy, which Chris was pretty sure was a heart. She wiped her tiny hands on the front of her 'clothes' though they were so blood soaked, it did not good. The blood dripped from the ends of her almost white hair, from the ends of her robe, and from her fingers. Her tiny feet were crimson with blood. He heard Jill gasp next to him, and he heard Tyler mutter something that sounded like "shit,"

Chris couldn't blame him. The girl stepped out of the pile of bodies and blood, and walked towards them. Chris tensed, ready to run, and he knew Jill had done the same. But then the girl laughed. This made Chris want to run even more, especially upon seeing the rows of razor-sharp teeth, but he felt Jill relax next to him. Not good. Seeing her trick had worked the girl started to speed up tiny, bloody hands outstretched.

"Chris move!" Tyler shouted, "Get her out of the way!"

Chris snapped to attention and pulled Jill out of the girl's way, causing her to scream, and then wail. The sound echoed in the room making it seem louder then it really was. Jill was brought back to reality when Chris moved her abruptly. Tyler opened fire on the girl, but the bullets had no effect on her. But what was strange was the way her body delt with them. The bullets peirced her flesh, yes, but the wounds close over instantly. The child turned her attention to Tyler. Appearently, wether it hurt or not, she didn't like being shot at. She wailed like a child who had been slapped for misbehaving as she adavnced on the man. Chris and Jill joined in shooting her, and she hald turned towards them, since they were causing her more pain then Tyler was. But then she turned back to Tyler. She couldn't make up her mind on who to go after. Finally she screamed on last time, and ran for the room they had come from.

"What was she?" Jill asked, once she was sure the girl was gone.

"Long story. But her name's Kylie. She was an experiment. That's all I'll say," Tyler replied.

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The bullet hit Phyl in the head. She dropped to the floor, crushing many of her attackers as she did The spiders, realizing their current play-thing was now dead, swarmed towards Ada. She tried to remain calm, and think of a way to escape. She tried to back up but found that she was as backed up as she was going to get. But as she pressed farther against the wall, her flashlight clicked on. The spiders halted in a flash. Creepy little bastards. Able to stop on a dime. The she realized why they'd stopped. The light. The light was to bright for them. She moved forward, keeping the beam i front of her, the spiders backed away from her. She got back under the trap door, and hoisted herself up and slammed the door shut.

They'd go back to eating Phyllis now that she was gone. Though she almost hoped that they would chase her, so her friend's body wouldn't be destroyed. I'm sorry Phyl...I'm sorry. She blinked away tears. At least the way she had died had been quicker then what would have happened to her. The venom form them would have slowly ate away at her from the inside out. Taking hours to kill her, all the while causing exetreme pain.
For a moment she berated herself for not thinking of the light, thinking that might have saved her friend, but no, not even that would have worked. Once Phyllis had been bitten even once she was done for. And there was no antidote for the spider venom. None.

She got the feeling she was being watched before she heard the steps behind her. But she wasn't able to stand on and turn around before she felt herself being yanked to her feet, and squeezed tightly.