Resident Evil
Silver Blood
By: Xenogears
Chapter six
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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"Go to hell!" Leon screamed as he pulled the trigger on his
shotgun.
The 16-guage shell tore through the chest of the now dead Licker
on the floor, no longer screaming, due to its lungs being blown away.
"Leon! Three-o-clock!" He heard Vincent shout.
Leon spun 90 degrees to his right, and looked up to see another
Licker on the ceiling, hissing at him.
Boom! Cachunk.
Leon once again pulled the trigger on his SPAS 16, blowing the
monster's face into oblivion.
There was a short burst of automatic fire, and then Leon heard
another Licker scream, obviously dead.
Vincent soon appeared around from the corner.
"Alright. Now that we're done with that..." Vincent said as he
fiddled with the electronic lock on a pair of double doors. Leon and Vincent
were now in the main hallway of B12, just two floors away from the Control
Room, and the end of the mission.
Leon's mind switched to the conversation that he had with
Vincent before they arrived at the labs.
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Vincent practily pulled Leon into his car.
"Hey! What the heck?" Leon protested.
"Just drive."
Leon still stared at him.
"Look," Vincent said as his face turned serious. "I wasn't lying
when I said that we would be out of here in two days tops. Would I lie to you?"
"Yes."
Vincent's gave a smug expression.
"Whatever. Look, I don't kill my fellow employees."
"That's not the problem!"
"Well then what is? Are you worried about the others? Or just
about the female Redfield? Don't tell me you're in love with her or something."
"What?! Shut up!" Leon said as he started the car. It rolled off
at top speeds, giving a screeching sound as it left its parking space.
"Hey, touchy aren't we?"
"Asshole..." Leon murmured.
"Look," Leon said not taking his eyes off the road. "I've just
known her like a friend, and wouldn't want her, or her brother, or Sherry and
Ryan. I care about people who are my friends, unlike someone else I know."
There was a long pause, and Vincent finally replied; "I gave up
that part of life a long time ago. I can say that I regret it, but I can't turn
back. I need to accept what I did and move on, while not making any other
mistakes along the way..." Vincent's expression turned hard as stone. "Leon,
promise me that you'll take down Umbrella after this. I'm already to late to do
so, but you can," Vincent then reached into his shirt and pulled out a golden
crucifix. "And to think I used to go to church every Saturday morning..."
Leon was bewildered.
'Jeez,' Leon thought. 'I thought that this guy was a cold,
heartless bastard. Apparently not. Or is he just tricking me?'
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There was an electronic 'beep', and then a clanking noise. The
doors were unlocked. Leon and Vincent reloaded their weapons, and slowly
entered the room.
It was an underground warehouse with cardboard and metal boxes
plied up to forty feet high, (There were twenty feet tall boxes to the left and
right of the door) complete with a forklift and cargo elevator.
It was also very quiet, save the sound of a low metallic hum.
Leon took a step forward.
"Uhhhhnnngggg..."
It didn't take Leon any time to realize what the sound was. What
surprised him was the fact that he didn't smell the zombie. It slowly stumbled
into view from the left. It was a naked zombie, the kind that smell the worst,
had dried, shriveled up, rotting skin, slower than the average zombie, moan
louder, and are were aggressive.
Just as Leon and Vincent were about to fire their weapons, there
was a 'whoosh' or air, a green blur flew by, and the zombie's head was on the
ground. The body soon followed suit.
As soon as the head hit the ground, the 'green blur' turned it's
head toward Leon and Vincent, and gave an ear piercing scream, which to Leon,
was five times louder than the monster he met at the gas station. It was
another Hunter.
Without giving the Hunter much time to act, Leon and Vincent
fired their weapons at the same time, not stopping until it hit the ground.
Then, Leon almost jumped out of his skin when he heard one more Hunter cry,
followed by another, then another, and a another, until it seamed like the
walls themselves were screaming. Hunters with green-scaled skin, and those with
red-scaled skin, and even ones that looked like giant mutated frogs appeared
all around the room, most of them coming out from behind the boxes.
"I think this is our queue to leave..." Vincent said in a
slightly shaky voice as they turned for the door.
Vincent tried to open the latch on the door, but it wouldn't
budge.
"F***!! It won't open!" Vincent shouted over the Hunters.
"I'll try to hold them off!"
Leon's senses seamed like they were more powerful than ever, due
to too much adrenaline.
Three Hunters came running at him from the right.
Boom! Cachunk. Boom! Cachunk. Boom! Cachunk.
Thankfully, the boxes could provide some protection, but as we
all know, Hunters can jump incredible distances, so it would only slow them down.
Another two from the left.
Boom! Cachunk. Boom! Cachunk.
One more came charging at him from infront of him.
Boom! Cachunk.
'Come on Vincent!' Leon thought. 'I'm running out of ammo-!'
As soon as he finished that thought, he was pulled thought the
door by Vincent. As they tried to close the door, a scaly green arm reached for
them from behind the door. Leon put his SPAS 16 to the arm and shouted,
"Die, you godrotting freak of nature!!"
Boom!
The arm was almost instantly blown away, and they managed to
close the door just as they hear another Hunter cry, followed by many more, and
then the sound of flesh being ripped apart. They were eating their fallen
comrade.
Leon shakily re-loaded his weapon, recovering from an adrenaline
rush.
When he finished, Vincent motioned him to the stairwell. Only
three more floors to go.
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"...And so you push down the slide-lock like this...and then
whatever you point and shoot at will be dead, if it ain't already."
Meanwhile, back at the hideout...
Ryan was with Sherry in the back yard teaching her to use a
.380.
"Here," Ryan said as he handed her the small handgun. "Shoot at
that bird's nest over there."
"What?" She protested. "But what if there are little birds in
there?"
Ryan then climbed up the tree, and after looking at the bird's
nest, came back down.
"Don't worry. It's abandoned."
"Okay...I'll try..."
After taking aim, and a five second pause, Sherry pulled the
trigger.
Pop!
She yelped back in surprise, and the bullet hit the trunk of the
tree.
Ryan chuckled.
"Heheheh. Well...Looks like you need a little more practice, neh?
Try again."
She took aim again and fired.
Pop!
The bullet hit a branch just two inches away from the tree.
"Yori yoi..." Ryan said, somewhat impressed.
"Say what?"
"Oh. Sorry. It's Japanese for, 'better'. Some times I just get
English mixed up with it. Try one more time."
Sherry aimed once more and fired.
Pop!
She hit the bird's nest, and it fell to the ground.
"Good!" Ryan said clapping. "You're getting better. Just
remember this, in a real battle situation, your accuracy is at least half of
what it would be while shooting at practice targets."
"I really don't want to lean to use a gun."
"You should, 'cause you'll never freakin' know when you'll need
to use one for real. In Raccoon, you must have seen the zombies. I bet you wish
you knew how to use a gun then, neh?"
"Yeah..." She said sheepishly. "...I guess so."
"There ya go!" Ryan said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You never
freakin' know."
There was a sound of a door opening, and then Chris could be
seen running down the stairs.
"What's wrong?" He asked with a concerned look, Glock 17 drawn.
"I heard gunshots..."
"Oh that..." Ryan said. "I was just teaching Sherry how to use a
gun."
Chris's expression relaxed.
"Alright. I'm going back inside," Chris said. "You kids should
come in too. It's kinda cold."
Chris walked inside, and Ryan followed him.
"Wait. Ryan," Sherry said running up to him. "Here. You forgot
your gun."
"My gun?" He said with a wide grin. "You must be mistaken. Last
time I checked, it belonged to you."
Sherry returned the grin, and they went inside.
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Back at the labs...
The Control Room was bigger than Leon expected, but it still had
a few resemblances to his dream. The only changes, were that there were more
computer terminals, and there was a raised platform at the far end of the room,
where the main controls resided.
"Where do I upload the data?" Leon asked as he took out the
small hand computer that the Umbrella agent gave to him.
"Give it to me," Vincent said. "I'll do it for you."
Leon tossed him the hand computer, and then Vincent went over to
a terminal, punched in a few keys, then plugged the hand computer into a slot
in the terminal via link cable.
The terminal screen turned on, and a progress bar was displayed
on the screen.
"This should take about an hour." Vincent said.
"Then what do we do in the meantime?" Leon asked.
Vincent thought for a moment.
"We go back for now. I'll be back by the time that this gets
done. You need to keep the Redfield's, the girl, and that Davidson kid away
from this place until dark."
"I don't think that will be problem. All the times I came here
before with them, it was night."
"Good. Oh, Leon."
"Yes?"
"You know the blast door on B13?"
"Yeah? What about it?"
"I'm going to lock it to keep them here for another day. We'll
finish them tomorrow."
The words 'finish them' chilled Leon to the bone.
'Tomorrow they'll die...and by my hand...' Leon thought.
'Don't be a fool. You can end this in your favor. Not his.'
Leon's mind battled.
"Then let's get outta here."
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Claire couldn't wait. She had to find Leon. He was too late.
"He's been gone for three and a half hours!" Claire loudly
stated. "What if he's in trouble? We have to help him!"
"I don't think that he's in trouble," Chris said, trying to control
him self from an outburst. "He's gone through cop training-"
"Yeah, JUST FINISHED COP TRIAINING." Claire interrupted.
Chris went on, as if Claire said nothing. "-And he made it out
of Raccoon. Compared to that, this is nothing."
"But accidents can happen! I don't care what you say; I'm
going."
"Claire!"
Claire turned for the door, just as it opened, and Leon stepped
in.
"Where the hell have you BEEN?!" Claire nearly shouted. "My god.
You had us so worried. What if you were killed, huh? And why have you been out
for so long lately?"
"Well..." Leon started. "I just got a little side tracked.
Nothing to worry about."
Leon pulled out what looked like a dairy, and a document.
"I found these in a house," Leon lied. "I...Just thought that we
could see what happened in the town before tthis whole ordeal."
Claire looked over the pages.
"But this document is from Umbrella HQ..." She said.
"Yeah. I guess that the guy who owned the place was a higher up,
or something."
"Let me see." Ryan interjected.
Claire handed him the papers.
"Hmmmm... Claude
Harrinson...Isn't that the guy who wrote that other diary?"
"I guess..." Leon said.
"Let's just read these over to pass the time, okay?" Chris said.
"We're leaving for the labs at seven-thirty."
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A few hours later...
The lab entrance. That's where they were. An entrance to a death
trap. A death trap that holds one of Umbrella's newest Bio Weapons. A creature
known only as Sliver Blood.
'And I wonder why they call it that?' Claire thought as they
entered the labs.
Once again, they split up into two teams of Leon and Claire, and
Chris and Ryan. Sherry was left at home.
Nothing eventful happened along the way to B13, a few zombies
here, a few monsters there. But it wasn't until Leon and Claire reached B12
that something happened.
Just after passing the 'Hunter Room', as Leon called it, they
heard a tapping noise. Like keys being punched into a computer.
'Vincent?' Leon thought. 'I thought that he was gone already...'
"Come on," Claire said, snapping Leon out of his thoughts.
"There just might be survivors."
They cautiously walked toward the noise. It was coming from
behind a door labeled: 'Security Personnel ONLY!'.
Leon slowly turned the knob, and then suddenly threw the door
open, and stepped in the room, and raised his weapon, making sure to give
Claire enough room to enter as well. The room was a small 10x20 room with color
monitors lining the walls, with a small space for lockers to the right of the
door. There were two chairs. In on to the left, there was a man, who looked
like he had his entire face caved in, and his arms were in impossible
positions, and in one of them was a .380 handgun. The body looked as it were
only days old.
The second chair was in front of them. A big leather chair. The
back was facing them, so the couldn't see who was behind it.
"Hey," Claire said while raising her M93R. "You alive there?"
No response. Whoever was behind the chair was still typing.
'De ja vu...' Claire thought once again of the time in Raccoon
when she met her first Zombie.
"Hey. Are you o-"
The chair turned around, and Leon and Claire were speechless.
The form that faced them was a very muscular naked human body, who's skin was
completely colored sliver. The face had no eyes: only a mouth and ears.
"Jesus Christ, oh mighty..." Leon said under his breath.
The creature gave a growl, and lunged at Leon. He quickly moved
his head, just as the creature's hand smashed into a computer; in the exact
same spot that his head was. Leon suddenly realized how the guard in the room
died.
Leon and Claire both ran out of the room, and closed the door
behind them. The got on either sides of the door, and waited. After a few
seconds, a hand from inside the door placed a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door
knob, and the door locked with a 'click', causing some confusion for Leon and
Claire.
"What the hell as that?" Claire pondered out loud.
"......I think that that was the so called 'Golem' Bio Weapon,"
Leon said. "Very intelligent, and will only attack if it's territory is
invaded."
"So now they're creating monsters that can think for
themselves?"
"It looks like it," Leon said grimly. "I think that this is the
beginning of something new from Umbrella..."
Draft: 11/23/00
Final: 12/8/00
Note from author: I must thank you all for reading this far, so
hang on a little longer, this chapter is close to the end. Anyway, My thanks
also go out to my proofreader, only known as F. Buckley, and my beta readers,
Red Kat 9 and The Black Dragon.
Incase you were wondering where I got the idea for the dream
sequence from chapter five, I got it from Catalina's fic: Tell the Angels It'll
Be Alright: Part four. I guess I should thank her/him for getting that fic out
when she/he did, cause I was just about to finish chapter five when I read it.
Sayonara!