Resident Evil
Silver Blood
By: Xenogears
Chapter two
In no way do I own the characters of Capcom's legacy, Resident Evil. These characters are used for no-profit purposes, only for entertainment.
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"Okay," the male voice demanded. "Who are you? I don't know how you guys from Umbrella managed to trick her, but you don't fool me."
Leon didn't answer.
The voice got more demanding and fierce. "I SAID...Who are you? I'll give you to the count of three before I blow your head clean off."
Leon was about to answer when Claire yelled, "CHRIS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
'What?' Leon thought. 'Her brother wants to kill me? That's comforting.'
"He's with Umbrella, Claire." Chris said.
"Wrong! This is Leon! He helped me escape from Raccoon. I owe him my life a few times over."
The shotgun was lowered from Leon's head, and he turned around to face Chris. The gun he was holding was a Benelli M3S 12-gauge shotgun. Deadly. Chris wore a white T-shirt with S.T.A.R.S. logos on each sleeve, and black jeans. His looks hadn't change since CODE: Veronica.
"So. You're Leon? Not exactly like my sister described you."
"Shut up!" Claire retorted.
Chris went to a gun on the ground, checking it and chuckling to himself. Claire stood there with her arms crossed and head bowed looking angry. Leon was confused.
"Hey. Sorry about sticking a gun to your head. I got to be cautious, ya know?" Chris said, not looking up from the gun he was working on.
"Um...yeah. No...problem."
"Come on, Leon," said Claire. "Let's go."
"Go? Go where?"
"To the hotel where you were staying."
Chris looked up from his work and gave Claire a quizzical look.
"I haven't seen Sherry in a while, you know," Claire reminded him.
"Yeah," Leon said. "I left her there, didn't I? We've got to get back. It's getting close to sunrise."
"Really?" Claire answered. "Man, time flies...Well, Leon. Looks like I'll be staying at the hotel with you."
At that Chris shouted, "WHAT?!"
Claire crossed her arms and sighed. "Ugh! Chris! You've always been this way when I talk to guys who are just my friends."
Chris stood up. "Claire, guys only have one thing on their minds."
"Well, could you stop being that way?"
"I'm just looking out for my little sister."
"Oh good God. Chris, I'm a WOMAN now. I can take care of myself."
She turned and walked out, Leon close behind.
Chris stood where he was and said under his breath, "That's what I'm afraid of..."
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Meanwhile...
Outside the hideout, a man sits behind the bushes next to the house listening to the conversation going on in the house, thanks to the bug he placed in the building.
"Heh heh heh. Family disputes?" the man said to himself. "So they're going back to the hotel? I think it's almost time I make contact with Mr. Kennedy."
The man hastily left his post.
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On the way to the hotel, Claire finished her story about her adventures in the South Pacific and Antarctica.
"...and so that's what happened."
"Jeez. Sounds like you had a rougher time than in Raccoon," Leon remarked.
"Yeah...I did."
After they both were silent awhile, Leon decided to make conversation. And get information.
"So...How did you find out about the labs in Oregon?"
"Huh? Well...We hired a hacker."
"A hacker broke through the system?"
"Yeah. But the info was poorly guarded. It was like they either wanted someone to find the information, or they just didn't think that they could be stopped."
The rest of the ride was silent.
When they got to the room the sun was beginning to rise. Leon gave his bed to Claire to sleep on the couch in the living room. He awoke at 10:33 AM and slowly tried to get off of the couch. He fell on the floor instead.
"Urrr...good thing it was an expensive couch. Very comfortable."
Leon cracked his knuckles, straightened his neck, and went to check on Sherry and Claire. But a knock at the door changed his mind.
He went to the door and opened it.
A man in his late twenties appeared. He had black hair, black kevlar vest, and forest green T-shirt, and a few bangs over his eyes.
"Hello, Mr. Kennedy. May I come in?"
"No. We'll talk out here." Leon and the man stepped out in the hall. I know you're with Umbrella. Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"My name is Vincent Johnson. I'm your supervisor. If you screw up, I kill you and complete the mission myself."
"Got it."
"By the way, who do you have with you?"
"Sherry Birkin and Claire Redfield."
"Hmmm...Redfield, huh?" Vincent said scratching his chin. "Well, if she gets in the way, dispose of her. Umbrella would do it sooner or later anyway."
Leon held his tongue.
"I will be in the town square at 1:00 o'clock sharp. Be there."
"How will I find you?"
"Don't worry. You just find a place to sit. I'll find you."
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Claire awoke to the door closing, sat up in bed, and looked at Sherry, who was still asleep. She climbed out of bed wearing a white night gown she had picked up from the bathroom. There were voices coming from outside. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but she was sure that one of them belonged to Leon. She bent down and put her ear to the door.
"I'll be in Town Square at 1:00 o' clock sharp. Be there."
"How will I find you?"
"Don't worry. You just find a place to sit. I'll find you."
Claire heard footsteps, and backed away from the door. A few seconds later, Leon came out.
"Oh...Claire...Good morning."
"Yeah. Morning." Claire said with a yawn.
"Listen, I'm going into town. Okay?"
"Sure."
Leon grabbed his toiletry bag and headed out the door.
'Should I ask him who that man was?' Claire wondered. 'Something tells me that I shouldn't.'
"Uuummmm...Yawn...C...Claire!"
"Sherry. Long time no see, huh?"
"Claire!"
Sherry ran up to Claire and hugged her.
"I can't believe you're back!" Sherry exclaimed. "Where were you?"
"I went looking for my brother."
"You mean...aw...I forgot his name."
"Chris."
"Yeah! Chris! Can I meet him?"
"Sure. Just let's get some food in you first. We'll go into town."
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Leon walked toward the Town Square, which was really the shopping district. The hotel was only a mile away from the square, so he decided to walk it.
When he got there his stomach lurched. The scenery was perfect for a place such as this. The center of the district was a park with a fountain in the middle circled by flagstone paths; trees and mountains in the background, children playing in the park, teens shopping, adults watching over the children, walking or sitting down and reading at a bench. It was just all so sad to Leon who knew that this all would be gone in a few days. Just then the front page of a newspaper blew across his feet. He could read the headline.
CANNIBAL ATTACKS ON THE CITIZENS OF BRHAMS!
COULD THE RACCOON MURDER MYSTERY BE RELATED?
"It's starting," Leon said to himself.
He sat down on a nearby bench, gazing around for what he knew was a last look at the town.
"You made it."
Leon spun around. Vincent stood over him.
"I saw you looking at the article. Yes. We've got only a few days left. We must act quickly. We will explore levels 1 to B4 of the labs today."
"How many floors are there?"
"One ground floor, and fifteen basement floors. Not as big as other labs we have, but still, it's adequate." Vincent paused. "Come on. Let's go."
"But I didn't bring my car, I haven't eaten yet, and I left my..." Leon looked over at the person he was sitting next to. "...'equipment', at the hotel."
"I've got a car, I know a good pancake house, and we can pick up your 'equipment' on the way to the labs."
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"So Steve and you were good friends?"
Meanwhile, in a separate restaurant on the other side of town, Claire and Sherry had just finished their meal at an IHOP and were walking out the door with carry-out cups.
"Yes. You have to understand that fighting side by side in a situation like that will forge relationships." Claire answered, taking a sip of water from the Styrofoam cup she had taken out.
"Like you and Leon?"
Claire coughed and spit out the water she was drinking.
"Leon?! Yeah, right! He's just a good friend."
"Sure..." Sherry drawled, and mocked, "'Oh Leon! I can't live with out you! Oh! Oh!' He he he he!"
"Cut that out!" Claire retorted.
Suddenly a voice screamed somewhere nearby.
"There he is! Get 'im!"
A boy of about fifteen charged past Claire and Sherry, and then dived into the bushes near the restaurant.
Seconds later, two men in black business suits with Handguns scrambled around the corner.
"Did you see a boy around here? Teenager, tall, brown hair in a ponytail?" One of the men in black asked Claire. She knew who they were. Umbrella.
"Yeah! He went down that street over there!"
The men started off, when the boy jumped out from the bushes holding a Satan-colored Beretta 92, Police Only Edition.
"Go to hell!" he screamed.
He quickly popped off three rounds into the first man, hitting him squarely in the chest and exploding a great hole in the middle of it. The rounds he was firing must have had more powerful gunpowder in them. The last surviving man in black returned fire, but the boy quickly stepped aside, aimed for the man's head, and fired. The man's head was almost completely blown off. Many people came outside to see what all the fuss was about and then either looked away or stared in disbelief. One man turned away and vomited.
Claire had managed to pull Sherry and herself aside and she did her best to shield her from the sight. The boy slowly lowered his gun and then spat on the corpse that still had a head. He ran for his life, hoping he could out-run the 5-0's.
"Who was that kid?" Claire asked out loud.
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The boy ran from the IHOP where he had been found. He got out of there quickly, cause he didn't want to be caught by the cops and get sent to Juvie Hall. Umbrella could just get him more easily that way. He kept on running even though his legs got tired and his chest burned. When he finally came to a halt, he arrived at a small two-story house. He looked at the address, and then instantly knew where he was. He knocked at the door, and a man in his mid twenties opened the door.
"Listen man...I...know who you are. I...just need to hide...from Umbrella..." the kid gasped.
"How do I know you're not a spy?"
"Because...I know that they wouldn't stoop so low...as to hire children for their dirty work. I think...you know that too."
The man paused for a moment.
"All right. Come in. My name's¾"
"Chris Redfield. I told you I knew who you were. My name's Ryan Davidson. Nice to meet you."
Draft: 8/20/00
Final: 8/28/00