K-Mart's POV
"I've finally figured out why people would want to go skydiving. That would be so cool!" I told angie loudly over the whirring and chopping noises the helicopter constantly made. She giggled, nodding in agreement.
We were finally in Japan. Not quit Tokyo, but we were due there soon.
"Still terrified of helicopters?" I jokingly asked Angie. The angry and scared look she gave me shut me up real quick.
"Absolutely." She said in a semi-cold voice. I still wasn't sure why she was scared of helicopters. No one would tell me. Of course, only five people would know becuase all Angie'd told me was that it'd happened in Raccoon City.
Claire stood up and leaned against the wall, making a face. I recognized that face.
"Betty!" I called, alerting everyone to Claire's situation.
"Shit." L.J. eloquently summed up what we were all thinking.
"I," Claire groaned, "Refuse to give birth on a helicopter."
"What?!" Mikey freaked out, apparently just hearing what was going on, "I have to be back there for this. Can anyone else drive this thing?!"
"It can't be Carlos or Chris," Claire said calmly now that the contraction had passed, "Carlos is the god-father and I want my brother here."
Both Daddy and Chris looked stunned and touched.
"That includes you, Alice, but I can see you're a bit busy." Claire sarcasticlaly and teasingly told Mama, who was collapsed on on e of the chairs with Phoe and War, all three asleep. She'd been trying to make them sleep for two hours until they'd all fallen asleep about thirty minutes prior.
Charlie took over flying the chopper, giving Mikey the freedom to rush to the back and grab Claire.
"Breathe," He coaxed once before stopping, "Shit, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Carlos! Help me!" He panicked.
"Oh, calm down, you crazy fucker!" L.J. told him, "Lay her down, hold her hand and let Betty do her work!"
"Yeah, just sit back and relax." Betty said, breaking open her med kit for the second time that week.
After the next contractio, Claire managed to wish out loud that Alice was awake because she knew what was gonna happen three times over.
"I'll wake her up!" Jill volunteered.
"No way in hell!" Daddy and Claire yelled at the same time.
"Wake my sister up and I'll kick your ass!" Charlie yelled from the cockpit.
"Talk to Jill like that again and I'll kick your ass!" Chris threatened.
"Oh, all of you, shut up!" Claire screamed. She laid her head back, breathing heavily and sweating.
At 11:42 on October 27th, let it be known that technical difficulties were experienced. The helicopter began shaking violently, almost knocking everyone but Betty, Claire and Mikey out of their seats. Mama was finally jarred awake. Her eyes flew open, looking around wildly.
"What's happening?" She asked.
"Well, Claire's in labor and the helicopter is shaking violently." Chris answered.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious." She looked annoyed.
"Carlos, hold the babies, please." She handed Phoe and War to Daddy, then went up front to the cockpit.
"What's going on?" I heard her ask.
Daddy handed the twins to me and Angie, rushing quickly up front.
"No! How-" Mama's voice was cut off by the sound of something hitting the chopper and the screech of tearing metal.
The shaking was terrible. A baby's cry filled the air as well, signaling the arrival of Mikey and Claire's baby. A wrench was shaken loose from the rack, flying straight toward me. Angie's eyes widened and she prepared to put down War and jump in front of me. The thing was...Mama got there first.
She threw herself in front of Phoe and me, the metal burying itself in her stomach with a gut-wrenching crack.
"We're going-NO!" Daddy yelled, seeing Mama fall, the blood pouring out of her stomach and from between her lips.
"Oh, god!" Jill yelled, putting her arms around me and Angie, ushering us, with my little brother and sister, to safety.
Screams and a loud crash were all I heard before I let the darkness consume me.
Jill's POV
Finding the energy to blink was hard enough, but moving was complete agony. Somehow, I managed.
I spotted Claire about 30 feet away from me, stirring feebly. Her baby was wrapped in her arms, cryng softly. Its father lay three feet away from the two, out cold.
Betty was walking around with a limp, attempting to help the wounded. She stopped in front of Alice's body, gaping in horror at the metal and the still-wet blood jutting out from her stomach. Betty dropped to her knees, tears spilling down her face.
I closed my eyes. The deja vu was killing me. I dragged myself to my feet and began helping Betty with our wounded vastly unconscious group.
After moving the unconscious L.J., Mikey and K-Mart, we patched up Chris's gashed forehead and Angie's bloody nose. We still hadn't found Carlos or Charlie. Chris and I walked to the front of the destroyed helicopter, finding baby Phoenixe with a bloody mouth in the arms of her uncle, who was covered in a medley of brutally bleeding wounds.
"I think Carlos is right there." Chris said softly, pointing at the riverbank about fifty feet upstream.
Carlos was sprawled out, halfway conscious.
"Chr..." He stuttered when Chrius lifted his head out of the dirt. Carlos started spasming, looking into the river, clawing his way into it. I looked to see what he was trying to reach. Time seemed to stop at the sight of it.
Baby War was at the bottom of the river, the water washing over him, and he was still.
Carlos's POV
I held them both in my arms; my dead fiance and son. I stared into their faces, trying to memorize every detail, engraving their images into my brain.
K-Mart stood a little distance away holding Phoenixe, refusing to let anyone else hold the baby.
The three of us ignored the whispers and flinched away from everyone else's touch. Phoenixe, who wasn't even a week old, could feel heavily the loss of both her mother and her twin.
Charlie still hadn't regained consciousness. L.J. was groggy, too groggy to be much help to anyone, including himself. Betty sat beside him, gently doing her best to restore him to full health.
Mikey was propped up against a rock, smiling lovingly at his girlfriend and new daughter, who were on his lap.
"MiCailah Krystal Alyson." Claire announced.
She was given looks of confusion from everyone who wasn't consumed with grief.
"That's her name, after Mikey, Chris...and Alice." She shot me a glance when I looked up sharply. I smiled at her, giving her my blessing, before looking back down at my family. What I saw nearly convinced me that I was completely off my gourd.
War's chest was falling and rising with gentle breaths.
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