Resident Evil

Resident Evil

Silver Blood

By: Xenogears

Chapter seven

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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Chris tightly gripped his blue steel (a.k.a.: black), oak gripped .38 Special, as he kicked open a door. As soon as it flung open, he raised his gun to head level, but immediately lowered the weapon, because the room behind the door was a broom closet. Ryan gave an amused chuckle. Chris ignored him, and simply went on to the next room. He kicked open the door. This one was an auditorium, about two or three floors tall, with five rows with hundreds of seats, and six walkways in between them. The room looked like it came straight out of a college. They carefully walked down the stairs, making sure not to miss anything in the seats. There were dead bodies hanging over the arms and backs or slumped over some of the seats. They bore injuries ranging from a bullet hole in the chest, to almost complete disfigurement so what remained looked nothing like a human being. Ryan's breath caught in his throat and he fought back dizziness. They moved on, coming to three doors, labeled B-8, B-9, and B-10¾all locked.

At floor level was a podium. On the podium were many papers, most of them Umbrella documents, others were list of staff, list of B.O.W.'s, and various medical charts.

"Hmmm...Nothing new..." Chris mused.

Ryan was leaning against the wall.

'I wonder when we'll be done with this?' Ryan thought.

Ryan let out a yelp when he suddenly felt the wall disappear behind him.

The next thing he knew, he was looking at a ceiling, with his head in a hole where the wall used to be.

Chris appeared over him.

"...Ouch..." was all Ryan could say.

"Come on," Chris said, offering out a hand. "Get up."

Ryan took his hand and rose to his feet, rubbing his head and looking around.

"Well...What do we have here?"

The 'new room', was another laboratory, as there were about fifty Umbrella monsters incased in cylindrical tubes filled with some sort of translucent fluid.

"Holy Mother of Jesus..." Ryan said under his breath.

He walked over to the nearest tank. On the side was the name, D2-12, and next to it, Craw.

The creature was a big claw with three-inch teeth, and there was a slit in the middle, apparently an eye socket. Ryan rapped on the glass, but there was no response.

"Hey..." Chris said from across the room. "One of these tanks is broken..."

Ryan's heart skipped a beat.

"W-w-what's the inscription?"

"...Hunter." Chris replied.

'Shit!' Ryan thought in panic. 'If it's broken lose, then that means...'

Ryan started walking backwards, and he drew his Beretta 92. His mind ran through various curses as he continued to slowly retreat. Then he bumped into a table, and once again wound up on the floor. He instantly got back up, signaling to Chris that nothing was wrong. That is until he heard the scream. He turned around just in time to see a claw fly toward his face. He tried to duck, but the Hunter was too fast, so the next thing he felt was a very sharp pain on his forehead. He fell to the floor screaming.

Blam! Blam!

There were two shots from Chris's .38 Special, and the Hunter fell to the floor.

"Ryan!" Chris shouted, as he ran toward him.

Ryan felt a sticky warm feeling all over his face. There was a deep gash stretching from one inch above his right eyebrow, to just centimeters from his left temple. Blood was everywhere.

"Ryan!" Chris said again. "You okay, kid?"

"Am...I...dying?" Ryan asked in tears.

"What? No, you just got one hell of a bruise."

"Some bruise..." Ryan gasped. "What's all this...blood?"

"Look, you got any medical supplies?"

"Yeah...in my backpack...some first aid spray, some gauze bandages, some gauze tape."

Chris took the backpack off Ryan's shoulders, and started to dig through it looking for what he needed.

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"Damnit!" Claire exclaimed. "This door won't open!"

Meanwhile, back with Claire and Leon...

"And this probably leads to the control room!"

Claire continued to fiddle with the control panel.

"Just leave it alone, Claire," Leon said. "We'll worry about it tomorrow."

"But we can leave today if we go on!"

"Look, we can't do anything now. It's real late. Let's get some rest, and worry about this tomorrow."

Hesitantly, Claire complied, and they walked back toward the stairwell, but Claire decided to try the elevator.

"It won't work," Leon said. "We tried it before, right?"

"Hey. Second time's a charm, eh?"

"Isn't it 'third time's a charm'?" Leon said to himself.

Claire pressed the 'up' button. To Leon's surprise, seconds later, the elevator doors opened.

"Well I'll be..." Leon said to no one in particular.

"So what is that?" Claire asked sarcastically, with a sly grin. "Claire one, Leon zip?"

"Whatever." He mumbled.

'The elevator is working again?' Leon thought. 'Did Vincent do this?'

They got on the elevator and rode it to ground level. Just as they exited the elevator, the stairwell doors opened. Leon and Claire raised their weapons, but when they saw Chris and Ryan, they lowered them.

"Oh my god..." Claire gasped at Ryan. "What happened?"

Ryan's head had been bandaged, but there was still blood dripping from the bandage, and he was using Chris as a walking support.

"He got attacked by a Hunter," Chris explained. "And he's feeling a little dizzy."

"I'm...fine..." Ryan said, slightly slurred.

"Yeah, right," Chris said. "After nearly falling down the stairs?"

"I...just slipped...that's all..."

"Come on," Claire said. "We need to pour some alcohol over that wound."

Ryan groaned in pain as Chris helped him to the car with Claire and Leon in tow.

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When they arrived back at the hideout, Chris placed Ryan down on the couch. Claire went for some isopropyl alcohol, and Sherry went for some painkillers.

When Claire came back, she removed the bandage from Ryan's head.

"Eeeee-yowouch..." she said silently. "Definitely will leave a scar..."

"Claire?" Sherry said. "I found some...Percodan...and...Darvon?"

"Okay. Thanks, sweetie," Claire said. "Hey, Ryan?"

"Yeah...?"

"How much does it hurt?"

"I'm feeling the definition of 'pain', italicized, bolded, underlined, and multiplied by five...and don't forget the exclamation point..."

"Okay, Sherry, give me the Percodan, and Leon, get a glass of water."

Both complied, and soon Leon came back with a half full glass of water.

"How do you know so much about medical procedures?" Leon asked Claire.

"I went to college to study to become a doctor, though I was only there for about a month."

Ryan took one Percodan pill, and relaxed a little.

"You should feel the effects in about half an hour." Claire informed Ryan. "This is bad...I think that it may have reached down to the bone."

Claire poured the isopropyl alcohol over Ryan's wound, causing him to scream in pain.

"AHHHHH!!! IT BURNS!! GODDAMNIT, IT BURNS!!!"

"Chris, Go get me some fresh gauze tape and bandages."

Chris produced the supplies from Ryan's bag, and Claire bandaged his forehead.

"All right. That should do it." she announced.

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Time: 11:22 PM, two hours later...

Ryan sat on the roof of the house smoking a cigarette, watching Chris leave in Leon's car, to go looking for some weapon shops, so they could stock up before they left. The effects of the painkillers were wearing off, so he had most of his sense back.

'Ha...' Ryan thought, taking a drag on his cigarette. 'To think that I live here...'

He looked over what part of the city that he could see; pointing out his school, his best friend's house, his house, and a few parks.

"So what are you doing out at this hour with that wound of yours?" A voice from behind said. "You should be inside resting."

It was Leon coming from the other side of the roof with a bottle of beer in his hand.

"How did you get here?" Ryan asked.

"The same way you did, I used that window over there..." Leon stared at his cigarette. "Why are you smoking?"

"What are you going to do, arrest me?" Ryan mocked.

"No, I'm just wondering."

"Well it's none of your damn business."

Ryan took one last long drag, then threw the cigarette into the streets.

"And why are you doing drinking? You need to be fresh in the morning. Tomorrow we leave."

"'Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we will die'. I just don't know if I'll be coming back alive. Besides, I can hold my liquor."

"What? You shouldn't think that, man, you'll jynx yourself."

Leon took a swig from the bottle, and then Ryan grabbed it out of his hand, and took a swig himself.

"Hey," Ryan said before Leon could protest. "After all I've been through today, I think that I deserve a drink...or two."

And Ryan took another swig, then handed the bottle back to Leon.

'After all I'm going through, I think that I deserve a drink or two, Ryan,' Leon thought.

"Hey boys," another voice from behind said. This time it was Claire.

"H...hey." Leon said.

"Hi and goodbye," Ryan sighed. "I think that I'll leave you two alone."

Claire took Ryan's place next to Leon.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

"So..." they both started to say.

Claire giggled, and Leon gave a chuckle.

"So what's happening?" Claire asked.

"Nothing much," Leon replied. "Have a beer?"

"Thanks."

Claire took the bottle and took a long swig.

"Woooo..." she said as she wiped her mouth with her hand and gave the bottle back to Leon.

"You don't strike me as much of a drinker," Leon teased.

"Hey...I'm a tough lady, what else can I say?"

After a while of conversation, and a little more alcohol...

Leon stared out at the landscape from a slight hazy drunkenness, but he was instantly snapped out of it when he felt a hand on top of his. He felt his mouth go dry, and his stomach started to churn.

"W-w-w-w-w-what the...?" Leon said.

"Oh...sorry...I guess the beer is going to my brain..."

"No...It's okay...I'm just wondering, why?"

"I...I...guess...I..."

Her sentence was cut off when she found her lips on top of Leon's. He put his arms around her, and she did the same. The kiss was very passionate, and heartfelt, as it soon went to French kissing.

'What the?' Leon thought as he felt something pushing against his teeth. 'Is she...?'

His thought was cut off as well when he found himself opening his mouth for her, allowing their tongues to battle.

Claire gave a soft moan of pleasure.

'What are you doing?!' Leon chided himself. 'Don't you know what you'll be doing tomorrow?! She'll probably be dead!'

'Then think of it this way,' his mind said. 'Enjoy this time you have left with her.'

'NO!' he screamed at his mind. 'It'll just be more painful when I have to...to...to...'

'Kill her?'

'Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!!'

Leon then broke off the kiss, and to Claire's surprise, he went back into the house as quickly as he could.

"Did I do something wrong?" Claire said out loud.

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Leon quickly came in though the window, and ended up in the attic. He then ran down the attic stairs, opened the door to his room, closed it behind him, and sat down on his bed.

"Damn...Why does life have to be so cruel?"

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Claire went inside a few minutes after Leon did, then she went looking through her things for something, what it was she did not know.

'What did I do?' she wondered. 'Did I come on too strong? I did have something to drink, but it wasn't too much for me to handle. What went wrong?'

Before she knew it she was in front of Leon's door, her hand raised to knock. Looking at the item she held in her hand, she now knew why she was at his door. (need I explain?)

'I don't think that I...Oh come off it. You gotta let it out some time. Both¾heck¾all of us could die tomorrow...'

Gathering up all the courage she could muster, she slowly knocked on the door.

"Leon?" She asked.

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"Leon?" Leon heard Claire's voice say. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

Claire walked in and stood in front of Leon, who was now staring out the window.

"Look, Claire, about what happened¾"

"Shhhh...Don't say anything."

Leon complied.

"I don't feel sorry for what happened, and I know that it wasn't because of the alcohol."

She moved closer to him.

"What I want to know is, do you feel the same way?"

Leon thought for a moment, then he closed his eyes and replied,

"Yes. Yes, I do."

Then, without a word, they started from where they left off on the roof. After kissing passionately for a few minutes, Claire moved him to the bed.

"What? But...Claire I don't have¾"

"I do, so don't worry."

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Ryan sat on the couch, reading the book 'Shōgun'. Currently, he was on the first page of Chapter 26.

Ryan's attention to his book was cut short when he heard a 'thump' coming from the ceiling.

"The hell...?"

He placed his book down and went upstairs, and he then traced the sounds to Leon's room. Putting his ear to the door, he could hear what was happening, and a smile curved on his lips.

"Hahahah! Leon, you son of a bitch, you," Ryan whispered to himself.

He walked back down the steps, and met Sherry at the foot of the couch.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "You should be resting!"

Ryan then explained what was going on upstairs.

"What!? They went that far?!"

"Yep."

"God, I knew that they had something for each other, but...They didn't even have a first date!"

"Hey. Don't look at me."

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Claire gave one last moan, then fell onto Leon. Both were gasping for air, after their...'ride'. When the rhythm of their breathing had gradually slowed, they started chuckling with each other, as if they found something funny.

They kissed again, and then Claire rested her head on Leon's chest.

'She looks so beautiful like that...' Leon thought. 'Will she kill me if I tell her?'

"Claire..."

"Yes?" She asked, without raising her head.

'No! You can't tell her now...Tell her...the other thing...' Leon thought.

"I...I think that...I...love...you..."

Those words caused Claire to raise her head, and give Leon a quizzical look.

'Oh, great! Now she's just gonna get up and leave. Nice going Kennedy!'

But Claire's face then slowly faded into a smile and she put her head back down on Leon's chest again.

Leon to say the least, was both suprised and happy.

"Good. 'Cause I love you too."

And they held each other there, Leon falling asleep to her breathing, and Claire from his rhythmic heartbeat.

Draft: 12/2/00

Final: 1/1/01

Author's note: Yeah. Probably didn't see that one coming huh? Sarcasm Well what do you think? I'm not really that experienced in the romance thing, but I did the best I could. Thank god for my proofreader, F. Buckley, and by beta readers, Red Kat 9, and The Black Dragon.

For those of you who don't know, Percodan and Darvon, are painkillers, in pill format. Takes out a jar of Percodan and Darvon, making it look like a commercial So remember, next time when you're at the hospital, before they give you morphine, ask for Percodan or Darvon. Throws bottles over head

If anyone wants to write about what 'happened', then feel free to go ahead, just please e-mail me first.

Now, the book Shōgun is written by author James Clavel. For those of you who have not read the book, you should. It's very wonderful.

Shōgun is the first of a great series called: The Asian Saga.

The books are in this order. (I think)

Shōgun

Tai Pān

Gaī Jin

The Noble House

King Rat

Whirlwind

Borrow your copy form the library today! (and don't sue me!)