The next day,
3:12 PM
Chris Redfield
walked in the door.
"I'm
back!" He called out. Chris had spent the whole night looking for gun
shops to raid. He managed to get some sleep at about 3:00 AM, but it was spent in
a car, so he only got a few good hours of sleep.
'Good god, I need
some coffee,' he thought.
"Claire?"
he called out. "Yo, sis!"
He walked upstairs,
and knocked on his sister's door. When he got no response, he opened the door,
and was surprised to see that she was not there.
'Maybe I should go
ask Leon?'
He then knocked on
Leon's door.
"Hey Leon. You
awake?"
When Leon didn't
call back, he opened the door.
'Jeez, I thought
that everyone would¾ '
He stopped dead in
his tracks. The coffee that he wanted came to him in the form of shock. Claire
was sleeping on top of Leon. Naked. He then realized what must have happened
while he was gone. Chris slowly closed the door, went out into the back yard
and stood silently while shadows from the trees crept slowly across the ground.
It seemed like hours before he could finally do what he came to do.
"F*******************¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ !!!!" he screamed into the afternoon.
Then he walked back
into the house as if nothing happened, and sat down on the couch.
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Resident Evil
Silver Blood
By: Xenogears
Chapter eight (Final
Chapter)
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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Ryan awoke to the
sound of someone screaming. Because of this, his headache seamed to multiply
itself tenfold.
*"Ah! Kuso!
Who the hell's doing that?!"
He arose out of
bed, and put on his clothes¾ black
jeans, a forest green long-sleeved shirt, a white zippered and hooded
sweatshirt, and a maroon sweater that he tied around his waist that bore the
picture of a head with two index fingers sticking into its ears, and the
caption below that read: Not Listening.
After tying his
ponytail, putting on his watch, and slipping on some socks and a pair of
sneakers, he went down to the basement to see if Sherry was awake. He tapped
her shoulder to arouse her, then returned upstairs to see Chris sitting there.
"Were you
the one screaming?"
"Yes."
"Well, what
got you all riled up?!" Ryan nearly shouted in frustration.
"Go look
upstairs."
"You mean
those two? You're pissed over your younger sister sleeping with a guy?"
"She's just
nineteen!"
"Soon to be twenty,
am I right? They're just three and a half years apart. Nothing to get all riled
up over. You've got to accept that she's a woman now, not just your little
sister."
Chris thought about
it for a second.
"I guess
you're right," he said. "Sorry for screaming like that."
"Come on. I'll
prepare breakfast."
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Leon awoke, and for
the first time for longer than he could remember, he actually felt like staying
in bed forever.
'As long as I'm
here with you...' he said looking at Claire.
But he had to get
up. He gently rolled Claire onto her side, and rose to get dressed in a white
long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and his never before used R.P.D. leather
jacket.
He heard Claire
mumble something, and then give a big yawn.
"Morning,"
Leon said.
"Yeah...good
morning."
"Here,"
Leon said, tossing Claire her clothes. "We gotta go."
Leon turned to
leave when Claire called out to him.
"Leon."
Claire's voice turned sly. "Wait for me in the shower."
Leon smiled at her
as he left the room.
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Sherry and Ryan
were cleaning up the table, and Chris was tapping his foot impatiently on the
carpet, waiting for Leon and Claire.
"Come
on...It's already four fifty-five..." Chris mumbled to himself.
Three minutes
later, Leon and Claire came down the stairs together.
"Good
afternoon, you two." Chris said.
"Afternoon?"
Leon asked.
"Yeah. You
guys slept in late."
Leon and Claire
exchanged glances.
"Eat breakfast
quickly, 'cause we'll be out of this hell hole today."
When they walked
into the kitchen, they were greeted by a broad smiling Ryan and Sherry, who had
already placed out cold cereal for them.
*"Dozo
okake kudasai," Ryan greeted them, gallantly pulling out two chairs.
Giving each other
quizzical looks, Leon and Claire sat down.
Ryan whispered
something to Sherry, and she grinned.
"What's so
funny?" Leon asked.
"Oh...Nothing..."
Sherry replied.
Leon shrugged and
went back to eating.
"So...did you
guys sleep well?" Ryan asked casually.
Leon and Claire
both stopped eating, and if they could've face faulted, they would have.
"W...w...what
do you...mean...?" Claire asked, suddenly busy looking around for
something to drink.
"Oh, I think
that you know pretty well what we mean, neh?" Ryan said.
"No, we
don't," Leon said.
"Let's just
say that's it's just not ghosts that go 'bump' in the night, or early morning
for that matter," Sherry said as Ryan gave her a high-five, and they both
started laughing.
"Y-y-you
mean..." Leon started.
"Please,"
Ryan said as if it were nothing. "I would have to be blind, deaf, and
mentally challenged not to know that you two were 'together' earlier this
morning."
"Do we have to
touch on this subject?" Claire asked.
"Yes, but
purely for entertainment value!" Sherry laughed.
Ryan and Sherry
turned and walked out chuckling.
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When Leon and
Claire finished breakfast, it was already 5:15.
"All right
every one! Fall in!" Chris called out.
Within seconds
everyone was lined up in the living room.
"Good,"
Chris said. "Now we can start. Around 1 AM, I came across a weapon shop on
West Belmont and Maine. I managed to raid these items." He showed them a
wooden box. "I have two 7-shell boxes of 16-guage shells, and three
8-round Desert Eagle magazines for you Leon. For Claire, five explosive, three
napalm, and three sulfuric acid grenades. For you Ryan¾since you need another firearm¾a Walther PPK/S .380. For Ryan and Sherry,
six 7-round .380 magazines. And for all of us, five 15-round 9mm
magazines."
"Kick
ass!" Ryan exclaimed as he looked over his new silver luster, black
gripped, Walther PPK/S.
Then, in high
spirits, he did the James Bond opening, stalking across the room, shooting at
the screen, and where everything goes red, instead of pulling the trigger he
said "Bang!"
"Oh,
yeah," Chris added. "I managed to 'rob' a bank, and get us about half
a million dollars."
"WHAT?!"
Claire shouted in shock. "You stole other people's money?!"
"Hey, think of
it this way: the entire population is the living dead, so I don't think that
they'll mind if we take their money. We'll need it more than they will."
That seemed to make
sense to everybody.
"I have a
question," Ryan asked.
"Shoot."
Said Chris.
"Did you rob
the bank on the corner of West 96th and Ashland?"
Chris thought for a
moment.
"Yeah. So
what?"
"Then three
hundred and seventy dollars of that is my life savings."
"Fine."
Chris dug though
the wooden box, and handed Ryan his money, which he placed in his wallet.
"Did you have
to take so much?" Sherry asked.
"We don't know
how long we'll be on the road, Sherry." Chris answered.
"But half a
mill. is enough to last us for longer than we should be on the road." Leon
said.
"Whatever.
Look, we load all the supplied into the car, then go over to the labs. We carry
the equipment to the underground parking garage, find a vehicle, and high tali
it outta here."
Though they weren't
fond of carrying so much equipment through the labs, it would be better in the
long run if they did, they figured, and then they set off for the Bhrams
Umbrella labs for the last time.
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Vincent sat in a
chair in the Control Room, watching the security monitors, waiting for the
Umbrella 'terrorists' to appear. They finally did appear right in front of the
main gate. While the others were either fiddling with the locks or leaning
against the wall, Leon was looking in into the camera with a sad look on his
face as if he were saying 'Why?'. Then Claire Redfield stepped into view.
Because the monitors didn't have sound, he couldn't tell what they were saying,
but he could make out that they were too close together to just be 'friends.'
Then she gave him a quick peck on the lips, and left the field of view. Leon
once again looked into the camera, this time with a tear in his eye.
"I'm........sorry
Leon...but this is the way it must be..." Vincent said, his voice deep
with emotion.
Vincent couldn't
bear to look at the monitors any more, so he turned away.
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The ride to the
labs had been uneventful, which had a very bad effect on Leon's conscience, and
appearance. He looked as if he were in a far away place, and couldn't return,
no matter what anyone could have done. The ride lasted forty-five minutes. He
watched the sky slowly start to turn to dusk. When they arrived, the main gate
was, for some odd reason, working again, so they would have to try to open it
again.
Leon looked around
for something to do, as Ryan and Chris tried with the electronic lock, and
Sherry leaned against the wall. He saw a camera just above the door. Thinking
that Vincent was looking at the security monitors, he made a sad face asking,
'Why?'
"Hey,"
Claire said as she approached him.
"You know...We
may not come out of this alive," Leon said.
"Don't talk
like that, stupid. You don't want to jynx yourself."
"Claire,"
Leon's voice turned deep with concern. "I'm just worried about you. I
don't want to lose you."
"You
won't."
"But¾ "
"No 'buts'
Leon. We're gonna be okay."
Claire gave him a
quick peck on the lips, and went over to her brother.
Leon once again
looked at the camera.
'Damn you,
Umbrella...' he thought.
After opening the doors,
they managed to reach the elevators, and get down to B14, the floor where the
Control Room resided. On the way, they stopped by the underground garage, and
dropped their equipment by the door. Soon after that, they reached a fork in
the pathway.
"Okay. Leon,
Claire, you take right. Ryan, Sherry, you're with me." Chris said.
They all agreed,
and went their separate ways. Leon noticed the corridor. It led to the Control
Room.
'I...guess this is
it...Oh, Holy King of Heaven...forgive me...' Leon thought.
On the way, they
met no monsters, or zombies. When they arrived at a pair of big metal doors
Claire started working with the electronic lock.
"I guess that
this is the Control Room?" Claire said, not looking up from her work.
"Yeah...I
guess so..." Leon answered.
There was a loud
'clank', and then the heavy metal door slowly opened, as if it were an entrance
to a haunted house.
Claire and Leon
stepped in the room. There was the sound of typing coming from one of the
computers.
Leon's stomach
churned.
'Vincent!' Leon
thought.
"Oh
great," Claire said. "Another one of those Golem creatures. But we
need to get past it to activate the self-destruct..."
"I hardly
think that I'm one of those freaks that are walking around." A voice all
too familiar to Leon spoke from where the typing sound was coming.
The figure stepped
into view, standing at the elevated platform. It was Vincent.
"Who are
you?!" Claire asked as she pointed her M93R at the man.
"My name is Vincent
Johnson, Umbrella Special Agent," he replied.
"Umbrella?
Well, you're just the man we've been looking for! Give us the self-destruct
codes!" Claire demanded.
Vincent started
laughing.
"What's so
funny?!"
"Hahahahahahaha!
You obviously don't know that we've got something else up our sleeves!"
"What else
could you have? You're outnumbered two to one!" Claire retorted.
"Don't you
know? We have someone spying on you twenty-four seven, and he's someone you
wouldn't expect..."
"Well, whoever
this person is, your time is up!"
"I don't think
so."
Claire then let out
a gasp as she felt cold metal against the back of her head.
"Claire,"
Claire heard Leon say. "Please place your gun on the floor and move it
toward him."
Claire was in complete
shock. "What? Leon, what do you¾"
Leon's voice
remained calm, but his handgun pressed deeper into the back of her head.
"Please,
Claire. Don't make me kill you..."
Claire slowly
placed her gun on the floor and kicked it toward Vincent.
Vincent let out a
chuckle.
"You
bastard..." Claire said, trying to keep herself from choking up. "All
those things you said to me...You didn't mean any single one of them. You used
me just to make me think that you were on our side!"
"Not true,
Claire. I meant everything I said. I did all of this for a reason. That reason
being¾"
"Shove it,
Kennedy," Claire's voice turned venomous. "Save it for someone who
actually cares."
Leon couldn't keep
a tear from streaking down his face.
"How
touching," Vincent said without a hint of emotion.
"Shut up,
Vincent!" Leon shouted at him.
Leon heard
footsteps coming from down the hall. Vincent drew his TECH 9, and soon, Chris,
Ryan, and Sherry came in.
"Hey guys. We¾ " Chris once again stopped dead in his
tracks. The last thing he expected to see was this. "Leon, you...What the
hell is going on here?!" Chris shouted. "What have you done to my
sister?!"
"Chris...Please..."
Leon tried to say.
"F*** you
Leon! I'm gonna kill you!"
"Ah, ah,
ah..." Vincent taunted. "Make one wrong move, and I'll shoot
you."
Chris surveyed his
situation, then silently cursed, and backed off.
"Leon..."
Ryan said. "I thought that you were our ally, but you were really working
for Umbrella?"
"Leon..."
Sherry said, on the verge of tears. "Why? Please stop this!"
"I..."
"Leon,
remember what happens if you fail the mission? Umbrella kills the little girl,
and your friends as well."
Everyone suddenly
wished they could take back what they said.
"You said just
Sherry!" Leon hissed.
"So I raised
the stakes a little!"
"Damn you!
Umbrella has already done enough damage to our lives! Why do you have to
continue?!" Leon said, not able to hold in the tears any longer.
"It's strictly
business!"
"You call
toying with peoples lives 'strictly business'?!"
"That's how it
goes! Do you know how some of the most breakthrough medical practices were
discovered? By using human test subjects! It was no different then than it is
now! Leon! Complete the mission! Kill her!"
Leon was in dismay.
If he didn't comply, Vincent would kill the others without hesitating, but if
he killed Claire, Chris, Ryan, Sherry, but mostly himself, would never forgive
him.
"Claire...Please
forgive me..."
Leon then closed
his eyes and made his decision.
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"Claire...please
forgive me..."
Claire Redfield
closed her eyes and waited for the bullet to come.
Pop! Pop!
Silence.
'Is this what it's like
to be dead?' She thought.
Then she heard a
thumping sound, as if someone was hitting the floor. She opened her eyes and
found that she was indeed not dead. She looked over at Leon, who held his still
smoking H&KVP70 in the direction of the Umbrella Agent, who was now on the
ground. What everybody failed to notice, is that as Vincent fell backwards, he
hit a control panel, and now the words, 'SILVER BLOOD ACTIVATED' appeared on a
monitor behind him.
Leon picked up
Claire's gun, handed it to her, and then went over to a computer terminal.
"I'm unlocking
all the doors that close off the underground road from here. You guys go and
get to the garage. There should be a minivan with the keys still inside. Load
all our supplies in and wait for me."
No one moved.
"Go!" he
demanded.
They still didn't
move.
"Chris, Ryan,
Sherry and Claire...I'll be okay. Just go!"
This time everyone
turned and left, but Claire stopped at the door.
"Leon...I'm...sorry
for what I said."
"Don't worry.
I probably would have felt the same way if I was in your position."
"Leon...I love
you..."
"I love you
too, Claire. Now go. I'll see you soon."
Claire Redfield
turned and left.
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It was dark and
quiet. It had been this way for longer than it could remember, but it couldn't
do anything about it. It was too weak. Then to its surprise, the warmth that
surrounded it suddenly started to disappear. Then it soon found that it could
see and move its limbs. It looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. The room was
mostly covered in metal with little blinking lights. One of them was big
though. It was very annoying. So it walked forward, only to be stopped by an
invisible barrier. It became furious, and punched the barrier, and a
spiderweb-shaped crack appeared where its fist had been. It punched through it
one more time, and the barrier broke, falling into little pieces on the ground.
Its attention still on the big flashing light in a metal thing in the far
corner of the room, it walked over to it, raised its right hand, formed it into
a claw, and then brought it smashing through the light, causing sparks to fly
everywhere. Satisfied, it pulled its claw out of the metal thing, and turned it
back into a hand. Then it noticed that it was hungry, and that there were four
things nearby that felt like the things that put it into the tube. Grimacing,
it walked to the door, impaled it on both of its claws, wrenched it from the
hinges, and threw it down the hallway.
Soon it wouldn't be
hungry.
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"Come on!
Hurry up! We'll be blowing this place in a few minutes! The sooner the
better!" Chris said, letting the stone walls of the garage magnify his
voice.
"We're working
as fast as we can!" Ryan said in annoyance.
Chris noticed that
Claire was leaning against the van with a sorrowful look on her face.
"Hey,
sis," Chris said as he walked toward her. "What's wrong?"
She turned to him,
and he could see that she had been silently crying.
"I...I just
want to feel angry..."
"...About what
Leon did?"
"Yeah, but I
just can't...I only feel sad..."
"Hey. Though
it may not seem like it, he did the right thing," Chris then smiled.
"Plus, he stole my sister's heart, two tasks that require intense
physical, mental, and emotional training."
Claire smiled in
return.
"Thanks for
cheering me up, Chris."
"Hey, no
problem."
Thump.
'What?' Claire
thought. 'What was that?'
Thump.
"Did you hear
that?" Claire asked.
"Hear
what?" Chris asked.
Thump.
"That!"
Thump. Thump.
Thump. Thump.
"Yeah...I hear
it."
Then the thumps
stopped.
WHAM! WHAM!
WHAM!
The sounds were
coming from the wall in front of them.
"Oh sh¾" Claire started.
"Get back!
Ready your weapons!" Chris shouted.
WHAM! WHAM!
WHAM! WHAM!
The wall started to
crumble apart.
WHAMWAHMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!
Then the wall
collapsed, and what stepped out was nothing that they ever could have expected.
The creature was
seven or eight feet tall, it had melons for muscles, its body was completely
colored silver, had no genitals, and no eyes. It grinned, revealing razor-sharp
teeth.
"Silver
Blood..." was all Chris could say.
It then charged at
them with lightning-quick speed. They just managed to move out of the way
before it hit them.
Chris started to
unload his .38 Special into the creature, but it didn't even flinch, in fact it
continued to grin and let out a sound that sounded like it was supposed to be a
laugh. There was a 'pomph,' and an explosive grenade from Claire's grenade
launcher hurled toward the Silver Blood. When the grenade hit the Silver Blood
stepped back, but the grenade just left a burn mark on its skin. It continued
its advance. Ryan and Sherry were firing at its face, but it would not react,
it just keep coming closer and closer to Chris and Claire.
It suddenly ran
forward, and grabbed Chris by his neck. Chris fired the last bullet in the
chamber of his .38 Special into its face, but the bullet only went a few
centimeters into the skin, then fell to the ground. Chris looked at the
creature in absolute horror, knowing that he was going to die. Claire was
firing at the Silver Blood with her M93R, in the hopes of it letting go of
Chris and coming after her. It came after her, but it didn't drop Chris. Ryan
and Sherry were now unloading all they could into the Silver Blood, Ryan firing
his two guns one-handed, but to no avail. Claire could feel herself losing air
fast.
'I'm gonna...die........Leon...help
me...' She thought.
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ZAP!
Just as the noise
was heard, Claire could feel herself being dropped to the floor, along with Chris.
After coughing and regaining some breath, she looked around to see where the
sound came from.
"Yeah! Over
here, freak!"
Claire looked at
where the voice was coming from. Leon was standing at the entrance holding a
weird-looking rifle. Claire then realized what it was: the Pulse Rifle.
"Leon!"
she called out.
The Silver Blood
turned both its hands into claws, locked onto its new target and lunged. Leon
tried to dive for cover, but the monster was too quick, so he shouted in pain
as he felt his left arm take a deep gash. Leon ignored the pain, but found that
he could barely feel his left arm, probably because the muscles were cut. Leon
quickly got on one knee and fired the Pulse Rifle.
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Blue beams of light
pounded on the Silver Blood.
'Come on, you stupid thing!'
Leon thought.
Leon was hitting
its torso, but only burn marks were visible.
ZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAP
Then a miracle
happened. Little holes started to appear over the torso of the creature, and
sliver fluid started to leak out.
'AARRGGGHHH!! DIE,
DAMN YOU!!!' Leon's mind screamed.
ZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAP
The creature
started to scream, and the holes got bigger and bigger.
ZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAPZAP
Finally, Leon could
see though the monster's torso.
The Silver Blood
screamed. And it started to slowly limp toward Leon. Leon stood his ground.
When the Silver Blood was ten feet away from Leon, it collapsed to the ground,
in a pool of its own silver-colored blood.
There was a thick
silence.
Leon was the first
to speak.
"Ha..."
he gasped as he sat down of the floor. "They spent so much time working on
making it the ultimate defense, that they didn't bother to give it multiple
forms..."
Claire got up from
the floor, ran over to Leon, and flung herself on him, almost knocking him to
the ground.
There were tears in
her eyes.
"I thought
that you'd never come," she said.
"I can't let
you die, Claire."
Claire stood up and
turned for the van.
"Come on. We
have to bandage that wound of yours."
Leon got up as
well, holding the place where Silver Blood had injured him, but he did not go
with the others.
"Leon?"
Claire asked. "What's wrong?"
"I...can't...go."
"What? Of
course you can! Quick, come on!"
"You don't
understand; I didn't get to unlock all the doors connecting the underground
garage to the outside world."
"Then we'll
wait for you, but hurry up!"
"No, you can't
wait for me."
"Why?"
Leon looked at his
watch.
"Because of
this."
All of a sudden,
klaxons started going off, and an all too familiar voice was heard over the
loud speakers.
"WARNING. THE
SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. REPEAT, THE SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE
HAS BEEN ACTIVATED. THIS CAN NOT BE ABORTED. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE THE CITY
IMMEDIATELY. TEN MINUTES UNTIL DETONATION."
"No..."
Claire said. "NO! Leon! Don't leave me!"
Leon pointed the
Pulse Rifle at Claire.
"Claire.
Leave. Now. Don't make me pull the trigger."
Claire didn't move.
"Leon...Please!"
She stepped in
front of the rifle.
"Claire! I'm
warning you!"
"Then take my
life! Yours will just be wasted here in this explosion anyway!"
Leon started to
lower the weapon.
"Leon...please..."
Leon dropped the
gun on the floor, and they once again held each other as close as they could.
"Goodbye,
Claire," Leon said, as he placed some space in between them.
"Don't
go!" Claire pleaded.
"Drive about
two miles down the mountain road¾
that place will be safe from the explosion." Leon said as he turned for
the door.
"Leon!"
Claire started
after him, but Chris's hand stopped her.
"Let me
GO!"
"No! Listen to
me, Claire! He's sacrificing himself so we can have a future!"
"My future is
with him!"
"This is what
he wants! Let him have it!"
"NO! If he
dies, then I die!"
Claire started to
run, but was once again restrained by Chris. When Leon left the garage, Claire
broke down in tears.
"NO¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ !!!!" She wailed.
"Le...on..."
Chris dragged his
sister into the van, and Ryan and Sherry soon followed.
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Leon sat in a
chair.
'There. That should
be the last one...' He thought.
"SEVEN MINUTES
UNTIL DETONATION."
"I hear
ya..."
'Well, Claire my
love, it looks like I die here...'
'What are you
saying? You still have a chance! Get out of here!'
'Ha. Even if I did,
she¾ hell, everyone¾ would never forgive me.'
'What are you?! Stupid?!
Didn't you hear what she told you? How she reacted to you leaving? She's past
forgiving you, now she's wanting you to move on with her.'
'Okay, how about
this: I could never forgive myself. I couldn't live with myself knowing what I did.
She was right. I used her.'
'Well, if that's
your way of thinking, then what do you think your sister would say?'
'Megan?'
'First, she
would beat you upside the head, then she would tell you to get the hell out of
here. She is smart for a nineteen-year-old, you know.'
Leon thought about
it for a moment.
"You're
right," Leon said. "I still do have a chance."
Leon looked though
the security monitors with renewed vigor, looking for a last means of escape.
"Aha!"
Leon exclaimed. "Well, I never learned how to use one of those things, but
I think that they come with instruction manuals..."
"SIX MINUTES
UNTIL DETONATION."
"Shut the f***
up!" Leon screamed at the loudspeakers.
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"Chris!"
Claire screamed at her brother in tears. "Turn this goddamn thing around
now!"
Chris didn't
respond.
"Did you hear
me?!"
"Yes! I heard
you, but this van is still going on its present course!"
"ARGH! DAMN
YOU!"
Claire then tried to
take the steering wheel, but Ryan and Sherry held on to her.
"Let me go! We
have to save Leon!" Claire wailed.
The van still went
down the tunnel at sixty miles an hour.
Claire slumped back
into her seat, and curled herself up into a ball.
"Claire..."
Sherry started to say.
"Leave her
alone, Sherry." Ryan said.
"Le...on....."
Claire cried, her voice muffled by being curled up into a ball.
Before long, they
had reached the safe zone that Leon told them about.
Chris, followed by
Claire leaning on Ryan and Sherry, stepped down from the van.
"It'll blow in
about three minutes..." Chris announced.
Choppa, choppa,
choppa
"What the
hell? A helicopter?" Ryan mused.
A dull-gray cargo
chopper churned toward them from the direction of the labs. It circled above
them, its blades clattering before dipping down and alighting fifty feet from
the van. The loading ramp was let down.
"We should
take this ride. I don't think that the army will be too thrilled about a van
leaving the city..." Chris said as he started for the van.
The rest filed
after him into the van, and it drove up the ramp.
When they were on
board, the ramp retracted, and they all armed themselves, waiting for what they
would meet.
Slowly opening the
cockpit door they stepped inside.
"You came just
in time to see the fireworks." The pilot said. He then got up out of his
chair, and approached the others. "Don't worry, it's on auto pilot."
Everyone was
speechless.
"Leon..."
Claire's voice was barely more than a whisper. "You're alive!"
"In the
flesh." He answered.
Claire nearly fell
over herself to get to him. They embraced and kissed.
"Ouch. Watch
the arm..." Leon said when they were finished.
Claire was sobbing.
"Here,"
Chris said. "I'll take pilot."
Chris took the
pilot seat and the cargo chopper lifted from the ground.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!
And they all
watched the whole city go up in one giant fireball.
"There goes
the neighborhood," Ryan remarked.
Claire and Leon sat
down in a corner.
"I thought
that you were dead..." Claire sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks as
she removed his leather jacket. With medical supplies from her side pack, she
bandaged up Leon's wound.
"I figured out
some things while I was in there, waiting for the grim reaper. Those things
caused me to come back."
"And what was
that?"
"I thought
about what my sister would say to me..."
"You have a
sister?"
"Yeah. But the
other thing that I figured out, is that I can't live without you, Claire, and I
wasn't gonna let some explosion get in my way," He looked Claire straight
in the eye.
"I never
could, and never will leave you," he said.
"Oh...Leon..."
And they kissed
each other once again.
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Epilogue
Ryan leaned against
the walls of the cockpit surveying the scene.
There was Chris
piloting the chopper. Once in a while he could see that he would take his eyes off
the sky, and take a look a Claire and smile.
'I really haven't
seen him smile like that,' Ryan thought. 'Then again, I've only known him for a
few days.'
There was Sherry
sleeping on a cot that was nailed into the wall.
'How she can sleep
with all the noise coming form the blades is beyond me.'
Then, there was
Leon and Claire. They were still in the corner of the chopper where Claire had
bandaged his wounds. Claire had her head on his right shoulder, sleeping
peacefully, Leon using his right arm to hold her and stroke her hair.
'Those two are
truly in love, yes they are.'
Ryan looked out the
porthole, and at the beautiful colors of the dusk sky.
'I don't know
where, or when, but Umbrella will be taken down, and I will be there to
see it,' Ryan closed his eyes and smiled. 'You can bet on it.'
Fin
Draft: 12/24/00
(birthday! I'm from that day on, I'm officially 14!!)
Final: 1/3/01
(happy New Year!)
Author's note:
Wheeeeeeeee¾¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾ ¾
!!!! Finally done!
Holy crap...it's 3:20 AM...well...I guess I can say that I'm pretty tired now
(no caffeine...uhhhh...need......caffeine.....), so I'll make it short.
My thanks go to:
F
Buckley (Proofreader)
Red
Kat 9 (Beta reader)
The
Black Dragon (Beta reader)
Anjel
Saez (best friend who gave lots of encouragement)
Louis
& Julian Giller (two brothers who gave me a lot of support)
You
(for reading!)
So there you have
it: The entire Silver Blood Saga! I really hope you enjoyed it, god knows I enjoyed
writing it!
By the way, I'm
thinking of making a sequel. What do you think? Either e-mail me, (xenogears15@hotmail.com) or tell me in a review.
By the way,
sorry if I made Vincent look like to much of a SOB, I just wanted him to look
like a true bad guy in the end.
*Kuso/Shit
*Dozo okake
kudasai/Please sit down
So, for now:
Ja ne!