Disclaimer:
Clarie: We own nothing, got it!?
Chris: Yeah yeah.
Clarie: AH! Where the hell'd you come from?!
Chris: Stop being so jumpy, Claire.
Clarie: Clarie! Clarie, dammit!
Chris:Better than CLE-AIRE. Right Steve? (grins)
Steve: Clearie! (glomps Clarie)
Clarie: OMG! (shoves Steve off)
Chapter 36 (God this story's flippin long)
Armadura's hall
Trent's POV
I do hope that Billy is doing his job. Apparently he hasn't killed them yet. I had just seen three armadura's tailing a young girl. From the information I was able to gather her name was Clarissa, last name unknown. Age 25, ex-wife of the deceased Leon Scott Kennedy, supposedly died in a plane crash set up by the infamous Albert Wesker 3 years ago. I've been following them and from what I've seen she's taken an interest in that unknown man, supposedly her employer. And vice versa.
I still haven't quite figured out who he is yet. But that'll soon change. As for the others, Luis Sera a former researcher working for the cult here. Lord Saddler I presume. But he's working for another company, turning treacherous to join that man and Clarissa. He's about 24 years old, was born and raised in the village back in the Pueblo. Next up is Christopher Camargo, supposedly kidnapped ah yes I remember him. He's the oldest in the group. About 30 or 31.
Rebecca Chambers, age 24, major spaz according to just about every single person who's come across her. Medic, works for Christopher Redfield, the big boss of Anti-Umbrella, now head of the Government Intelligence. He should be arriving soon.
I know everything about each of those individuals except that one man. Just who the hell is he? I don't know a name, age, or where he came from. He's not even on record for the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team. He could be a bigger threat than I expected. I smiled and straightened out my tie.
He could be tough to crack. As for the others, they're weak, Coen can easily take them out. In the mean time I'll keep my eye on that mysterious man. Then off to greet an old acquaintance of mine, Wesker.
Running for my damn life!
Clarie's POV
Oh Crap! Oh Crap! Oh Crap! I looked over my shoulder, while running like the wind to see those damned armaduras had gotten loose and were after me. "Crap! Crap! Crap!" I yelled.
God I hope I don't screw this up.
"ACK!" I tripped over my laces and hit the floor, face first. THE IRONY! A thwacking noise was made as an axe fell down an inch away from my head. My eyes got bigger, and I think my heart just stopped. Immediately, I shot up and hightailed it away from them. But they were catching up. No! I'm too young to die! Too young and too cool!
I was making it to the door. Finally I decided, Screw this! I'm gonna pull an Ashley! "NIIIICK! HEEEEELP!" I shouted from the top of my lungs. Then SLAM! I slammed into the door and fell over cause I wasn't paying attention.
"Ouuuchies..hot damn!" A few seconds later, the door opened and Nick came through.
"Clarie!? Crap, hold on," he grabbed my shirt and started to drag me away and through the door. He then slide me across the floor and pulled out his magnum.
"Ladies and gents its time to party!" He then started firing at the armorduras. I sat up and glared at him for a second. "Thanks alot Prince Charming...Woah!"
"What the hell's going on?!" came Louis' voice as he ran into view with the others behind him. I kept my eyes on the action but tilted my head in Louis' direction and replied, "Um, I was about to be skewered, slammed into a wall, and Nick saved me. That about sum it up Louis?" I asked.
"That's what you get for being so reckless. Honestly Claire, your brother is going to have a fit. And he'd be ashamed.THEN you go and put Nick into danger. Not that I care..."
THAT was fucking Hebecca talking shit. I turned to her, narrowing my eyes. "First off bitch, I'm not Claire, I'm ClaRIE! Secondly, go fuck yourself. Last of all, I KNOW I PUT HIM INTO DANGER! I KNOW THAT ALREADY! So if it makes everyone feel better then DON'T HELP ME ANYMORE!" I shouted. Everyone went quiet and stared at me. My eye twitched. What? I'm moody and I'm tired! Yeesh!
I grumbled and lowered my head a little before walking through the next door.
Moving forward
Luis' POV
Damn, that girl's always getting into trouble. Anyway, they had the grails so we all started moving forward once more. But before we could, a bunch of cultists popped up at the end of the way.
"Ugh, don't we ever get a break?" I said shooting at one with a shield as they started coming closer. As I started, soon everyone else did, except for Nick. "Yo, why aren't you shooting?" I asked him.
He scoffed, "Well because I only have a magnum and I'm fresh out of ammo?" I saw the rocket launcher strapped to his back. "And that...?"
"Hell no, I'm saving this for Verd- Something tougher than a few cultists." Why do I always get the feeling he's hiding something? Then again he always looks like he's plotting to kill everyone, but then again nearly everyone hear does. Well, who better to have on your side against an army of crazy cultists than a group of murderous bastards. On second thought...
My thinking was interrupted quickly by clapping coming from behind us. I turned around and saw someone in a dark suit and shades laughing his cheery hide off.
"Holy crap its Wesker! Shoot him!"
"Wesker! Die you traitorous bastard!"
"I don't know who you are, but people seem to want you dead!"
"Don't strangle me!"
Well, he seems like a pretty bad guy, so l decided to start shooting him with my Red9. Well as it turns out, so did everyone else, and he was a bit overwhelmed. How the hell anyone can take that many bullets and still be standing, I don't know. Anyway, he covered his face and ran over to the window to escape the hail of bullets raining on him. As it turns out, he fell out while trying to escape.
After that little incident, we all sort of stood around for a little while in silence while Rebecca went over by the window to see where he fell. Not too long after her, Clarie scooched towards her, whistling and stretching her arms out towards her back. Before she could do anything, a slightly mono-esque voice rang out saying "Dammit Clarie!"
Clarie jumped. "GAH?! CHRIS?!" she looked around frantically before replying, "I DIDN'T DO IT!"
Castle Hallway
Chevy's POV
"And with a swing of my mighty knife, the dastardly pots were vanquished!" I sheathed my knife triumphantly and reaped the spoils of my most recent kill.
"You're weird..." Ashley said, eyeing me strangely.
"Oh, whatever..." I stuck my tongue out, "It's fun."
"Riiiight..." She said, crossing her arms(She could move them both now, thanks to the magic of herbs! Ta-da!)
"What? You don't believe me? Here," I said, handing her the knife, "You try."
"Okay..." She nodded and took a swing at a pot, shattering it to pieces, revealing a shiny item, "Hey, this is easy!"
Smiling, she swung at the next pot, breaking it to reveal a snake that was staring right at me.
"I AM SICK AND GODDAMN TIRED OF THESE GODDAMN SNAKES IN THESE GODDAMN POTS!!" I screamed as I crawled away backwards, knowing I could never hit it with a bullet, not even with laser sight.
It started for me, and about halfway, as it prepared to lunge, a primal scream filled the room and flash of silver came down, slicing off the reptile's head.
"Holy shit, Ashley!" She didn't seem to hear me though, still furiously attacking the dead snake, "Uhh, Ashley..." No response. I waited. After 5 minutes I gave up.
"Umm I'll be right back," I said, and continued down the hall.
More pots. Without the knife I had to knock them over, which wasn't as fun. But items are items, so I took whatever I could and made sure to search every nook and cranny before going on. Ok, fast forward: I ran down the hall, jumped out the window by the doors, climbed up the ladder, ran some more, grabbed the Butterfly Lamp, ran back to the ladder, jumped down, collapsed in pain moaning about my shins, then jumped back through the window and walked back to Ashley who was apparently finished with the snake. The snake was completely unrecognizable now, a bloody, pulpy stain in the floor, the only thing intact more or less were the bones.
"Whoa! Ever heard of overkill?" I asked, still shocked.
She looked at me like I was crazy. My God that look brings back memories! Looked like Ashley had just gotten her first taste of bloodshed. Damn. I think I've corrupted her...
"Maybe you should give me the knife bac--" I started, reaching for the knife as she stepped back defensively.
"No thanks. I think I'll keep it."
"Ooookay, moving on..." I started for the double doors at the end of the hall.
Stepping through the doors I heard a buzzing sound. Ashley obviously didn't, because she continued to walk, and as she reached the middle of the room, some huge insect swooped down and picked her up.
"Chevy!!! HELP!!!" She screamed as it flew up and away.
"Damn, I hope it's not mating season.." I said, chuckling. Hey it's okay to chuckle! She'll survive! Geez. "Wait...She still has Sir Knifey McStabbody!" I dropped to my knees. "Nooooo! Knifeeyyyyyy!"
Clarie pointed at Ashley and laughed. "HA HA H---AHHHHH!" she got scooped up next. Well isn't that peachy? I wasn't worried, Nick's there to help her...but my knife...MY KNIFE!
Thankfully being the clutz she is, Ashley had dropped the knife shortly after being abducted, it landing only a few feet away from me.
"YAY! Knifey, you came back!" I ran for him, only to be stopped by one of those freaky insect thingies standing in my way.
"Nobody get between me and Knifey..." I said, aiming my rifle, "...except maybe Ashley, but it's my job to keep her alive, so...yeah..."
"KIEUSERU BAKA MUSHI! (Die/Fuck off, stupid insects!) " I screamed in Japanese as I plugged them one by one, then turned my sights on the hive. Letting loose shot after shot from my rifle, it slowly collapsed and fell, leaving only 2 insects to pick off. It wasn't until after I'd killed them that I realized, Gah! The floor is covered in eyes! Ewwwww! Oh wait...they're jewels... (Ha ha, I crack myself up.)
Now to get the fuck outta here. Shouldn't be too hard... Maybe I'll give Chris a buzz. I think they should know some of the stuff that's going on anyway..
I pulled out my communication device and started dialing...
Busy? What the hell's the point of an emergency contact device if you don't even keep it on! Come on Redfield! Common sense! Ugh!
Not too long afterwards I heard a , "YOU'RE ITCHY! DIE THINGY!" and then a stabbing noise, then a scream. Clarie stabbed the thing in the eye really hard I guess because it dropped her. She was about to hit the ground before Nick ran under her and caught her.
"Yay! That was fun! Do it again!"
"Why didn't it take me?!" Rebecca asked. Clarie glared. "Because you look like a man. MANBECCA!" Billy sighed and patted Rebecca's shoulder, trying to comfort her.
Suddenly a hand slapped the back of my head. "Stop tinkering with that damn thing and lets get the hell out of here. Your gun?" Nick asked holding his hand out.
"Yes it's my gun," I glared at him as I rubbed the back of my head, "And I don't really appreciate the slapstick violence!" He glared back at me.
"Magnum. 4 shots. Gimme. Your. Gun."
With a defeated sigh I handed him my rifle and switched to my backup weapon. No, not Knifey; some handgun. I hadn't memorized the name. As long as I knew which way the bullets came out, I was okay with whatever.
Anywho, he shot some lever, then two chains causing a wooden bridge to fall down right in front of us.
End chapter
Clarie: (sighs) I'm sad to say that this may be our last chapter. The next one will be the ending of the story...I really don't want to end it, but...well we're having complications with our leader's establishments. And without him...well I have no will to write and Chevy can't hold up the fort on his own, ya know?
So, this is goodbye...for now. We may be back. We may not. But thank you guys for sticking with us since Day 1. We appreciate you all. Sorry for this sudden announcement. Cya guys!