Disclaimer: I don't own Claire, Leon, Chris, Jill, Carlos, Barry, Sherry, Rebecca, Nicholai, Ada, Wesker, Eliza, and Mr. Umbrella. They belong to Capcom. I don't make any money off of this, blah blah blah…
Author's Note: Everything in italics is thoughts or words stressed in dialog and everything in bold is a sound. Also please visit my web site if you haven't already.
Vengeful Eyes
By Raven the Dark Angel
Chapter 9
"Rebecca, I don't think this is such a good idea," Barry reasoned while driving to Umbrella's base.
"But I'm worried about Chris," she explained, "He does some pretty drastic things, and Claire not answering the cell-phone isn't a good sign."
"If we go there, we'll just cause trouble for not listening to him," he told her, "I'm not in the mood for another one of Chris's temper tantrums."
Rebecca looked down and fidgeted with her white beret in her lap. She outlined the S.T.A.R.S. patch with her finger absently as worry crept up and tightened her throat.
Sherry slumped in the backseat, gazed out the window resting her hand on her palm. She took in the scenery of London's vast highways and read the signs as they speed past them in a blur. The streetlights flew by like smudged stars illuminating the road. In the black blanket above, the full moon peaked through midnight's dark clouds like a flashlight in the fog.
Sherry jolted up suddenly catching eye to a completely deserted parking lot except for one familiar lone car parked in the back.
"That's it! That's it!" Rebecca pointed out and jumped up causing her beret to fly into the windshield.
They parked the car next to the other rental as Rebecca bounced out before Barry had a chance to turn the ignition off. Sherry's eyes grew big like saucers as she happily reached for the fallen hat and slowly placed it upon her head.
Barry grunted as he lifted himself out of the car as Sherry followed and skipped in front of him carefree. He smiled down at her in remembrance as her blonde hair bounced. Blonde like his own missed daughters, which he safely sent to Canada along with their mother. There was no way Barry could bare the pain of them in danger. They were too dear to him, if anything should happen he wouldn't know how to forgive himself for not being there.
I'm doing this for my children to grow up in a normal life; I don't want them to mature with a worry for such a disease. The families Umbrella destroyed, the lives… To think that those people or children could have been my own. Or Jill or Chris… they're like family to me - Chris the son I never had and Jill like my eldest daughter…
"What's the matter?" he asked Rebecca once he noticed her serious expression drained of color.
"They're gone!" she informed with even more panic creeping up her throat choking as she struggled to swallow.
"Maybe they went in to help Uncle Chris," Sherry assumed in a soft whisper.
"We better go after them!!!" Rebecca shouted, her voice echoed against the parking lot's pavement.
"Woe! What if they're heading back?" Barry tried to calm her as he raised his hands for her to stop.
"How can they be heading back if they don't have a car," Sherry reminded.
Barry frowned with a sigh, knowing all too well how riled up she could become. "Rebecca, don't go ballistic, like you always do."
"But it's my duty to assist Chris in his mission against Umbrella. I'm his sworn partner!" Rebecca told him while pressing her palm against her chest. Ever since the mansion incident she had grown quite attached to her superior. She tagged along by him like a little sister and always loved to help him whenever he needed. He had saved her life back there and she was more than willing to give her own life for his. She bit her lip in thought. A little sister… maybe she wanted more than just that… She had felt pretty intense about him…
Barry folded his arms. "Fine, it's a good thing I brought a little ammo," he complied and moseyed on over to the trunk.
With a jingle of his keys he popped open the hood. Sherry leaned against the opening as she peered in to see the weapons. From combat knives to grenades Barry had it all. This was just a small selection to the amount he had back at the hotel. It was a wonder how he was able to bring all this heavy artillery over seas. He pulled out a shotgun and handed it to Rebecca, causing a smile to curve her lips.
"Wow! I never used one of these babies before!" she boasted.
With slight hesitation Barry gave Rebecca a pouch full of shells and a can of first aid spray. She never did use such heavy firearms. At most all she ever handled was a .25 auto Mauser WTP pocket… it's no bigger than the palm of your hand. Well I can't take it back or she'll surely whine a long lecture…
Barry placed his Desert Eagle into his holster along with five clips in his pouch unsure if there'll be any danger to face other than Umbrella's guards. Clunk. He shut the trunk and clipped a knife to his holster while helping Rebecca with her machete.
With haste, Barry and Sherry jogged to catch up to a sprinting Rebecca.
"Slow down," Sherry cried out as Barry scooped her up.
"Hey it's sealed shut!" Rebecca complained as she cocked her head at the door. Barry lowered Sherry to the ground as his eye's narrowed in suspicion. He held his chin in thought rubbing his fingers against the rough stubble of his beard.
They stood just before the 'soda factory' that had been oddly boarded up with rather thick sheets of metal and bolts. Umbrella had already packed and with haste to avoid the CIA or FBI questioning. If it had been shut down and the lab still leaked it would have been the city's fault for not checking for quarantine.
"What are you thinking?!" Sherry chided at Rebecca, "You could have gotten us caught causing all that commotion!"
Sherry's and Barry's eyes dilated as Rebecca held a small green grenade triumphantly.
"NO!" both of them shouted as Rebecca pulled the pin with her teeth in an ecstatic crazed smile.
She set the bomb down as if it were a small child. Barry gulped while Sherry panted as the trio dashed behind the cement wall.
BOOM! A huge mass of flames shot up followed by a thick cloud of smoke. Before the gray haze could clear, Rebecca already made her way into Umbrella headquarters. Barry shook his head with a grunt and slowly lagged behind the bouncy woman.
As Barry passed the door a chunk of the thick metal fell to the ground along with splinters of wood from the blown-apart doorway.
"Where did everybody go?" Rebecca asked her voice echoing heavily as she now began to walk taking in the room's deserted appearance.
Barry shrugged while he held his hand out to the side and suggested, "Sherry you better take my hand."
He waited for the little palm to enclose around his much bigger callused one, but nothing came.
Barry looked down with his heart steadily beating fast. He quickly glanced around the room to see that the only other person in here was Rebecca.
"Sherry?" he called her name. He snapped his head in ever direction. Not a trace of her was to be seen…
"What do you think you're doing?!" Claire yelled in Leon's ear as she scrambled out of his tight grasp and shoved him closer to the chimera. Leon screeched like a little girl as he jumped back frightened out of his mind.
"You're such a wuss!" Claire scolded and retrieved her handgun from her holster.
Bam. Bam. The giant spider cried out in pain as green blood splashed out of its wound. Thud. Thud. The chimera scurried to a different location. Claire glanced around quickly trying to get her eyes to focus in the dim light that the lighter produced. Suddenly an ear-piercing scream emitted from her throat as the chimera pounced on top of her from the ceiling.
The blow from the fall against the stairs cut the wind out of her lungs as her back ached. She thrashed wildly against the monster's grip and gasped loudly as its huge jaws snapped with drool pouring out. She cried out as the warm liquid dipped onto her neck and spilt into her hair in a slow ooze. The intoxicated slobber began to absorb into her skin causing the poison to course through her veins.
Claire weakly turned her head to the right staring at her handgun that had been knocked out of her grasp. There was only one thing she could rely on now…
"LEON!" she screamed the name as it echoed against the walls of the corridor.
As if on cue, he slammed his machete into the head of the chimera causing the blade to jut out of its mouth and spill a mass of blood onto Claire. She kicked the writhing body off her as Leon returned his knife inside his boot.
"Why didn't you save me before I called you?!" she berated while drowsily wiping off the thick green gunk from her chest.
He narrowed his eyes in concern. "Claire, I told you why before… anyways, you're hurt again."
She narrowed her eyes in anger and with venom in her voice berated, "Leon, what the hell kind of cop are you?! One who shakes in his boots with the slightest bit of danger?! I could have been killed! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Leon looked away from her in shame. Even in the dim light, Claire could see she really hurt him. Her stomach flopped afraid of how he would react. She couldn't tell him she was sorry… that would ruin her reputation. No, not independent Claire Redfield. The tomboy who used to beat up all those teen boys who catcalled her with whistles. Not that she needed to, for her brother would murder anyone who even looked her way.
I don't need some rookie cop to hang around me! Who cares if he's mad?! Yeah… no big deal! It'd be better off! Then he'd stay the hell outta my way! …So why am I telling myself this? Why am I making such a big deal…? Who cares?!
"I'm sorry Leon," she mumbled hardly audible.
A boyish grin displayed across his face, as he looked her in the eye. "What did you say?" he asked teasing.
"Shut up Leon! You know what I said!"
He laughed and trotted down the stairs while picking up his lighter and looked up at Claire waiting for her to follow.
She gazed down at him, with a sudden sense of queasiness, which quickly faded as it had came. She narrowed her eyes in wonderment. Was it her imagination…?
"Something wrong?" Leon asked curiously at her hesitation.
"No…"
She outstretched her foot and nearly fell as she grabbed the railing. The room spun from left to right hazing out the images. She panicked to focus her eyes but only saw the three blue blobs below her that had once been Leon.
"Claire?" Leon's voiced echoed in her head bouncing off the walls of her skull painfully.
She yelped as she hunched forward in pain and confusion with her hands snapped onto her temples as if trying to tear away the very source of her infection. Her legs ached with a burning pain creeping up her body and throbbing at her rapid heart. Claire's limbs buckled under her as she fell forward and crashed down into Leon's quick instinctive arms.
"Claire?!" Leon whispered shaking her feverish body. Fear caught his voice box cracking his words. He felt the side of her neck shakily and realized her pulse was racing incredibly fast.
"Oh my god!" he gasped and scooped her up like he did with Ada when she had been hurt. Her head leaned against his wounded shoulder as she weakly wrapped her arms around his neck and uttered his name. He took her down the stairs and kicked the door open all none too sure what to expect.
The rush of white light seemed immensely bright compared to what they were used to; it was almost like opening heaven's gates, but this was no heaven… it was a living nightmare. Leon's eyes squinted as his pupils struggled to focus in the brightly lighted halls of the lab.
Deserted. Not a trace of a living human nor that of the living dead. This doesn't make any sense…Leon thought as his boots clunked against the tile. Why aren't there any guards? And if the place is contaminated why aren't there anymore monsters?
He glanced around the room for a clue as to what to do. What the hell am I gonna do?! I have to find a blue herb and fast!
Leon slowly lowered Claire to the ground and leaned her against the wall like she was an expensive porcelain doll. He fumbled for the red radio clamped on the side of her holster.
He unsteadily held down the gray button, "Chris, this is Leon do you read?" Releasing the button Leon received nothing but the crackle of defining static and the flash of the interference icon.
What happened to them? Are they okay? His mind raced as more panic filled his beating heart. God! If I can't find some kind of antidote…! She can't die… no Claire c'mon fight it! Stay with me!
He looked down at her sleeping form with hands clenched in fists. It reminded of him the time he walked into the RPD finding his buddy from the police academy dying against the lockers. He had given him the key to the electronic lock as he uttered his good-byes. Leon couldn't take another close friend's death by the hands of Umbrella's experiments.
I won't let them take Claire from me! Leon vowed silently, Umbrella has stolen my life, my carrier, my friends, all the lives of those I was to serve and protect! They will not take Claire from me! Never!
With his sudden burst of anger he stormed down the hall still keeping an eye out at Claire whom he left behind. With a quick glance down the corridor Leon almost jumped with joy. There in the corner sat the life-giving miracle plant.
With a dash of speed he bent down next to it, but just before he could take the herb, a shadow covered most of the light in the metallic foyer. His stomach tightened with nerves. He froze in place with his hand outstretched near the plant.
It's either a guard or one of those monsters…either way I'm dead…
With slow caution he tentatively turned his gaze around to see the end of the hall. Nothing had been there, but the light source still remained muffled. Leon gulped as he hesitantly looked up.
There above him sat perched a drain demon dripping with some sort of liquid. Leon's heart raced with utter horror. His hysteria of spiders caused him to freeze in place, too overcome with fear.
The demon clacked down to the floor staring at its soon-to-be dinner. Drool poured out of its mutated mouth awaiting the taste of the blood soaked live tender flesh.
Leon cautiously lowered himself to the ground reaching for the herb while keeping his gaze at the monster. He shakily gripped hold of the plant and pulled it at its roots causing crumbs of dirt to spill out of the pot.
The cop practically jumped out of his skin as the monster growled and suddenly jolted. It leaped at his upper body and ripped in between Leon's neck and shoulder. Leon yelped in shear agony as he sprung up from the ground and instinctively covered his wound with his free hand. Blood slipped in between his clinging fingers like water through a filter.
"Son of a Bitch!" he cursed, quickly shoved the plant into his pants, and grabbed his VP70 Burst. His fear now clouded by his duty and need to save Claire.
Bam. Bam. Leon opened fire on the drain demon. The monster shirked loudly and skidded back up the ceiling. But Leon had no mercy and kept his target locked. Bam. Bam.
Clunk. The monster fell on its back with a cry and slowly folded its arms in pain. Click. Click. Leon realized his gun was out of ammo, but knew there wasn't enough time to reload before it would recover.
Leon kicked the monster at its side but by mistake flipped it back over. DAMN!
The drain demon with vicious speed leaped on top of Leon's chest. Face to face, the thing's hot rotted-flesh smelling breath caused Leon's nose to wrinkle in disgust. The cop cried out in utter agony as the demon jabbed its sharp leg into his shoulder ripping open his bullet wound.
He clamped his eyes shut with teeth clenched and felt as though he were about to pass out from the intense torment. C'mon stay awake! He scolded himself. Another gasp of torture forced it's way from his throat as the demon lapped up the blood he heavily bled.
"So who are you?" Chris asked Ada suspicious and picked himself up off the ground.
"My name's Ada Wong," she replied and took the hand Chris offered her.
Where have I heard that before? Jill pondered, It sounds so familiar…Ada and John… why is that stuck in my head?
"You work for Umbrella, right?" Jill assumed and pushed Carlos's arm off.
"They made me!" Ada sobbed pretending and hurried to make up the rest of her feel-sorry-for-me story, "My father worked for Umbrella and then got infected. There was nothing I could do. Then Umbrella offered an antidote only if I became their spy."
Water filled her eyes and streamed down her sunglassed face. With a shudder and gagged cry she buried her face in her hands covering her wicked smirk.
Chris wrapped his arms around the women letting her cry on his shoulder. Ada gripped him tight as if her life depended on him as the wetness of her tears dampened his army-green shirt. She decoyed her laughter with sobs with the realization of how easy her plan was unfolding.
Poor girl…Chris thought as he held her, I never did stop to think that the employees could have been in such of a loss as we were. Whoever the head of this corporation is gonna pay!
Suddenly static sounded from Chris's radio. He pushed Ada away slightly and unclamped the mechanism from his belt. The walkie-talkie still flashed red with interference but he could tell that the message was originating from Claire's radio.
His heart practically skipped a beat. His little sister meant everything to him. She was the only living relative left in their tiny family. When they were just children their parents died in a car crash. They had no other relatives to take them in and ended up living in an orphanage. Chris since then always kept an eye on his sister. When he was old enough to leave the shelter he took care of Claire like she had been his own daughter. They only had one anther and to lose her would mean losing his entire family.
"It's from Claire's radio," Chris panicked near hysteria, "But there's too much interference and static to here what she's saying!"
Chris's heart raced and he sprinted down the hall past the lynxerous's body. "She could be in trouble!!!" he expressed with concern shading his voice.
"Hang on Chris!" Jill called as the trio sprinted after him, "We don't even know where she is!!!"
They rounded the corner out of site, as the lynxerous weakly stood on his feet. With a slight smacking noise it snapped its jaws open licking the blood stained floor. The cat's exposed muscle glistened with the light as it followed the S.T.A.R.S. down the hall like a lion stalks its prey.
SMASH! The glass of the tube shattered spraying jagged pieces of glass and the translucent green liquid onto the floor. The mutated Hunter emerged and jumped to the ground cutting its feet on the shard bits. The monster was even more muscular than its inferior t-virus version. Bright glowing red eyes burned with a fiery power. It screeched a high pitch wail and suddenly all the tubes shattered to pieces letting the others become free.
Eliza screamed in utter fear as she clung on to Wesker from the back.
Albert glanced around for an exit but the Hunters blocked off any way out. Wesker dashed with Eliza toward an experimentation room.
Walker busted open the doors as Albert held his stinging bleeding hands close to his chest.
She slammed the heavy door shut as fast as she could, but a Hunter's arm got caught in the way. The monster pressured himself against the crack hungrily as the others put on more weight to the door. Their feverish desire for flesh multiplied their strength tenfold.
Wesker slammed his back to the door as Eliza helped push it with her palms held out.
Slam. The door forcefully closed and automatically locked, but severed one of the Hunter's arms off. The bleeding scaled limb twitched with the last bit of life left in it, causing blood to splash in sprinkles.
Wesker slumped down against the door and let out a sigh as Eliza paced the huge room. She noticed a pile of bones in the bloodstained corner picked clean of flesh as a few maggots feasted on what was left. Peculiar, a pile of catnip lay near the bones.
She closed her eyes feeling a lightheaded sickness over take her stomach. The stench of the room could revolt even the flies that hovered around the corpse.
She opened her eyes again and noticed a white object near the body. It resembled a white marble that glistened against the fluorescent lights above. She bent down to examine the object further. She came to notice a few jagged red lines marked the marble. Curiously she pushed it with her finger and let it roll over causing the blue iris to stare up at her. She gasped in pure terror at the realization of the marble to be a real eyeball.
She backed up feeling even sicker than before. Tearing her gaze from the horrid object, she glanced toward the ceiling noticing a glass window in the upper corner.
"Wesker!" Eliza shouted and pointed toward the observation room.
Albert looked up at her slowly with his sunglasses at the rim of him nose. A pair of red glowing eyes like those of the Hunter's shimmered at her with the I-virus infection chorusing through his veins.
Eliza panicked with such fear, she couldn't even scream. She just stood there with wide eyes at what he had become.
Chapter 10
"Rebecca have you seen Sherry?" Barry asked her with fear choking his throat.
She turned in his direction as she glanced around the room. "Oh no!" she expressed with utter concern and grabbed Barry's arm.
She led them down the winding halls of the carpeted company that had long been since deserted. Offices had been left in cluttered messes, folders or important paper work lay in the middle of halls, and pass cards had been left in readers. It appeared as though someone just erased the workers in the building.
Rebecca slowed her pace once she noticed her hat that Sherry had worn lying askew in front of a cracked open door. There was a tilted sign on the front of it reading janitor, but it wasn't a closet Rebecca realized, as she opened it further to peer into a long hall.
Barry entered the hall with his boots clacking and echoing against the barren walls as his partner picked up the beret gravely. Clock clunk. Rebecca jumped at the noise and turned around to notice the door automatically shut. She turned the knob, but the handle wouldn't budge.
"It's locked!" Rebecca informed.
Barry didn't reply as he trudged down the hall clunking his shoe's against the floor like the Nemesis would.
I knew this was going to be trouble. He thought with a sigh, We should have just stayed at the hotel like Chris had instructed. Now we not only have to find Sherry, we have to find an alternent way out of here. She could be in real danger…
"Let go of me!" Sherry screamed, the noise vibrating into Nicholai's ear. He gritted his teeth in annoyance and slammed the child against the wall. She cried out gasping for air that she struggled to breathe. He let her fall to the ground as she slummed down and clutched her raw throat that he had handled.
She looked up at the menacing man with eyes narrowed in hatred. With haste she scurried into a near by ventilation shaft too small for any adult to fit through.
With lightning instincts, Nicholai snatched her ankles as the child thrashed and kicked back as fear and adrenaline pumped through her veins.
"Let go!" Sherry screamed again, with hot tears streaming down her round delicate face.
In one swift forceful pull, he yanked her out and held her upside-down by her ankles. She screamed and kicked at his blanch knuckles that stopped the circulation to her feet.
"Now you listen good little girl," he warned as she gave up her protest realizing it was inevitable. Sherry gazed into his eyes, as her head grew redder and redder from the rush of blood. She felt as though the room spun in circles and as if she were about to faint.
"Don't fuck with me kid," he continued as she flinched at his tone, "You either corporate with me or I'll kill you here right on the spot," Sherry's eyes grew dilated with utter fear, "Or maybe even feed you to the zombies."
"No!" Sherry cried out with tears splashing from her eyes as she clamped them shut.
"Good, I'm glad we understand each other," he replied and released his grip.
She dropped to the ground like a beaten up rag doll, as a shot of pain coursed through her. Sherry rubbed her bright red ankles and snubbed the hand Nicholai offered her.
"Claire and Leon will save me!" she told him looking away, "Then you will be sorry!"
"Such big threatening words from the likes of you," Nicholai commented with sarcasm.
Sherry folded her arms defiantly but scurried to catch up as the man stormed down the hall.
Leon clamped his eyes shut feeling the most intense pain in his life. He couldn't move a muscle from the anguish and the drain demon pressuring itself atop his bleeding body. A cry erupted from his throat as the demon lapped up his blood and sliced deeper into his flesh. The demon's teeth felt like tiny needles each pricking and jabbing at the same time.
C'mon, damn it think of something! He silently scolded himself as his mind floated in and out of consciousness. Wait! A light switched on his head as he managed to get his hand into his pocket, and took in the strong scent of alcohol.
Ching. Leon flicked on his lighter - in a flash of red the drain demon's methanol soaked fur caught on fire. In that same instant, the monster screeched in writhing agony and immediately recoiled.
Blood sprinkled the floor with the suddenly release of the demon's foot and teeth from his shoulder. Leon propped his body up against the wall and forced himself up gritting his teeth in pain. He grabbed his handgun, reloaded and fired increasing the monster's torment.
With one final ear-piercing screech the drain demon's life came to a cease. Leon jaggedly sighed a relief and limped back to Claire's body leaving behind a smear of blood across the wall and droplets of blood splattered on the tile.
A lump choked his throat causing an ache like no other to fill him as he bent down by her side with a sense of déjà vu. Dear god, I know I've prayed for her life before but please, don't let her die before I can tell her what I really feel for her. Please, I don't care what happens to me just let her live…
With his blood covered hands he removed the blue herb from his pocket and began to crush and mix it with anther green one. Leon carefully elevated Claire's limp upper-half by placing her back onto his lab. With his index finger and thumb he parted her lips savoring the touch of her face. So soft… He thought as he slipped the mixture down her throat.
He clamped onto his shoulder, again realizing that he gave her the last of their healing items. It doesn't matter. As long as she'll be okay. His heart slowly beat as the adrenaline thinned out. Leon still felt dizzy with faint now more from the blood loss than of the pain. His shoulder throbbed as he leaned against the wall letting out a shudder from the agony. He gazed down at Claire's sleeping form groggily as he stroked her face smudging it red.
"I love you Claire," he whispered with his soul aching to hear her voice yell at him or endure another slap across the face. He missed her lively sprit more than words could say. His weakened heart pounded with panic if something should happen.
I won't even be able to defend myself if another monster comes by never mind protect her… Please, just give me more time with her…
He slowly closed his eyes unable to fight the fatigue that over came him with his bloody gun-held hand laid over Claire protectively.
"Oh my God!" Eliza gasped at Wesker's bright red eyes. They resembled pools of blood lit on fire by an uncanny desire. He rose to his feet and advanced toward her without an utter of a word. His presence of reassurance for Eliza changed to pure terror.
She backed up as he closed in with each step - his expression completely blank and hidden behind his pilot glasses. She finally smacked herself against the cold stone wall as she gasped again. Fear ripped through her soul at the realization.
He inched toward her one step at a time until he was centimeters from her face. Wesker opened his fanged mouth as Eliza braced herself for what was to come.
"What?" he asked with his eyebrows narrowed.
She slowly opened her eyes to see his smirking face full of confusion.
"Your eyes!" she pointed out, "I thought you were one of them!"
"I am one of them," Wesker reminded her and took the tiny mirror she offered him.
He removed his shades and shook off his new look with nothing more than a quick glance in the mirror. "Nothing new," he replied with his usual casual calmness, "Instead of coated eyes I got red ones. It's just probably an effect from the I-virus."
"Never mind," she sighed and shook her head, "Look over there," she pointed to the examining room, "Think we can get out through there?"
"Think?" Wesker asked, "I know so."
"Okay Mr.-know-it-all how do we do that?"
He held his chin methodically and explained, "The window up there is most likely to be made of glass. And since we were infected with the I-virus, which caused my eyes to turn like that of those Hunters, I'm assuming that we also have other abilities they poses."
"So?" she interrupted.
"So, we should probably be able to scream at a high enough pitch to shatter the glass. Those hunters can do it. It's been done."
"Well won't that shatter the glass of the door also?" she questioned pointing to the room's entrance that the hunters pounded at. The door vibrated as the glass cracked against their screams of hunger.
"We better act fast then!" Wesker ordered.
The two of them took in a deep breath preparing the pitch. Wesker held up his finger signaling one…two…three. Instantly an inhuman pitch emitted from their throats shattering the glass in a complete explosion. The shards sparkled as they sprayed across the metallic floor illuminated by the florescent lights. The pieces sliced their legs as they sprinted toward the examining room.
The hunters' arms scrambled for the doorknob now able to reach inside the broken window. Blood seeped down from their feverish limbs - finally with a click they unlocked the door speeding toward the live flesh.
Eliza screamed with fright as Wesker pulled her to the window that was too high to jump in. They plastered themselves against the wall with all six hunters closing in with no mercy in their fiery hunger-filled eyes.
"Claire!" Chris shouted now rounding the corner to see the two partners slumped against the wall in a pool of blood.
Leon leaned forward still grasping his gun and Claire in protection. A tortured expression displayed across his face. Droplets of blood fell from his red soaked bangs in a slow timely drip. His eyes had been clamped shut tightly in what seemed like a furrow of pain. He leaned forward with the brim of his nose grazing the edge of his partner's neck.
Claire, just below him, lay with her head tilted back and lips partly open. She appeared tired and worn out with her limbs sprawled about limply like a porcelain doll. Fingerprints of blood smeared across her cheek along with a few running along her neck. Her ponytail sat askew nearly falling loose with clumps of strands out of place.
"Oh my GOD! Claire!!!" Chris shouted sprinting to his sister's side fear building up in his chest. His eyes grew wide not realizing or wanting the truth to settle in. He felt as though the Grim Reaper clutched him by the throat and laughing at what could be his family's death.
Jill and the others slammed to a screeching halt to find Chris kneeling down by the two bodies. Jill gasped covering her mouth while Carlos standing with mouth completely agape. Ada slightly smirked seeing the two.
Finally rid of those two pests! Ada triumphantly covered her fanged smile, Now all there is left is the S.T.A.R.S. It's all falling into my lap perfectly…
Jill tentatively walked to Chris and laid a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "Chris," she breathed knowing the experience of his pain when her father died before her eyes in the robbery she so wanted to block out of her mind forever. Becoming a cop meant her vengeance against those people who ruined her family. She wanted to help people as much as she could. Saving lives various times on the Alpha team would save their families of the loss she bared. She also knew it would have made her father quite proud.
"Chris," Jill repeated barely above a whisper, "I'm so sorr-"
A high-pitched wail shrieked just behind all of them. They turned instinctively in the direction to see the lynxerous alive and ecstatically famished. Hearts pounded, pumping the blood the monster so desired to taste. The thing whipped out its tongue moaning with the craving.
Thud. Thud. Confused looks plastered the group's faces realizing that the footsteps derived from a different location. Their confusion snapped to utter horror as they turned to see a completely new monstrous form.
Half-human, half E-virus monstrosity, it advanced toward them with a crazed expression of hunger. The right side of his body had been completely decayed of flesh with chunks of skin falling off the left side of his cheekbone. It laughed at a high-pitch, causing the four of them to instinctively grasp their ears.
"Dr. Whitefield?!" Ada gasped, eyes dilated as she watched him close in on Chris and Jill.
Carlos readied his shotgun watching the thing like a hawk. A shot of fright sprang to his heart as he gasped loudly. The lynxerous snatched his waist with its mucus covered flesh exposed tail. The spikes jutting out of it seared his stomach causing him to drop his weapon.
Jill and Chris backed up from Whitefield with caution ever so slowly, watching it with awe.
The once man picked up Leon with its hugely clawed hand and smiled widely. The needle in his human-remaining hand had been filled with a blue liquid that sloshed around in its container.
He held the rookie up causing more blood to ooze out of him and trickles of it to splash against the tile. Whitefield grinned and announced to the panic stricken humans, "Behold my latest experiment!" He raised the injection gun just short of Leon's neck. "It's a mixture of the t-virus and the latest I-virus. Aren't you just dying to find out what it will do to this near death man?! Will it heal his wounds? Turn him into those living-dead carcasses? Who knows? So lets find out!"
Clink. The virus injected into the cop's veins, rushing through him to mutate his perishing cells. Whitefield threw him to the ground a few feet in front of Chris and Jill, splashing blood up to splatter the S.T.A.R.S. members' boots.
Miraculously the cuts and burns of Leon's body shrunk and disappeared completely as if they were never there. The cop's fingernails grew an inch longer taking the form of tiny knives. He picked himself off the ground with eyes clamped shut in total pain of the transformation. He dug his nails into the tile, blanching his knuckles as his teeth shaped into that of a vampire's. He shot open his eyes, causing the group to gasp and grow shocked with even more horror. His once welcoming icy blue eyes now resembled the shape of a cat's as they glowed red with a fiery vengeance.
Leon slowly rose to his feet. He growled like a fierce lion protecting its cubs. His fangs barred as he charged at the terrified Chris.
To be continued…
Author's Note: So what do you think? I rewrote this one adding more detail and feeling to it… You think it's better that way? I hope you like it so far! I have so much planned for the next two chapters! It'll only get better and better! C'mon send your any kind of comments my way! ^_~!