Resident Evil
End of the Line
I do not own any of the characters in this story, except the ones that I make up. All other characters are owned by Capcom.
This story takes place a month after the events in Code Veronica. Sorry about the lack of detail, but I'm pretty new to this. Let me know what you think.
Chapter 1
"Claire, hurry!"
Claire Redfield, studying a computer screen, slowly turned the voice that called her name. It was her brother, Chris, who was standing about ten feet away. Standing next to him was Jill Valentine. They both looked frightened.
"Chris?" She paused, looking up at him. "What's the matter? I..." She was cut off as a bullet quickly whizzed by her left ear. "Oh shit!"
Rolling out of the way, she jumped to her feet and followed the other two. She could hear the faint sound of footsteps chasing after them.
"Why didn't you tell me we were caught?" Claire asked as she finally caught up. "I could've been killed."
"What do you think I was trying to do?" Chris yelled out, trying to defend himself.
"Will you two relax." Jill said, interrupting the little family squabble before it could get worse. "Your just lucky those guards were bad shots. Here!" She pointed to a small air vent, while turning into a dead end.
Stopping, Jill pulled out a small knife. She started unscrewing the cover.
Voices could be heard in the nearby corridors. "They couldn't have gotten far. Continue searching and report back to me. Those spies won't escape."
"How'd they find out about us? I thought this plan was fool-proof." Claire asked, asked while watching Jill's back.
"We obviously weren't good enough," Chris replied, his handgun ready in case of an emergency.
"OK," Jill said as she lifted the ventilation cover out of place. "Let's get going." She helped Claire up and motioned for Chris to follow.
"You go, I'll watch your back." He said, moving toward the door.
"Chris, I..." She looked at him, his blue eyes staring right into hers. She knew she couldn't talk him out of it. It was in his nature to protect. "All right, but be careful. Don't get yourself killed." As she finished the thought, she climbed into the vent.
Chris watched Jill as she disappeared from site. "I won't..." He said, even though he knew she was out of hearing range.
"In here!" The familiar voice of the lead guard came though. "I thought I heard voices, they..."
Chris cut him off as he jumped out of the little hole and started shooting. He caught one of the guards in the arm, as he fell back screaming in pain.
"Get him! But don't kill him, the master wants him alive." The leader said, pointing toward Chris.
"The leader? What are you talking about?" Chris asked, not really expecting an answer. Running out into the corridor, he ducked as one of the guards jumped at him. He mentally calculated the odds. Four of them, one of me. Could be worse... Chris thought to himself. Punching a nearby guard, he heard the faint sound of broken bone, as he broke his nose. It made his hand hurt like hell, but he sure wasn't going to complain.
"You fool, why do you even try?" The leader said, as he walked toward Chris. "You have no chance of stopping us. In fact, it's already too late." A smile crept across his face. "Which I'm sure your friends could easily attest to."
Chris slowly lowered his gun, his expression quickly changing to fear. Claire... Jill... No... The thoughts flew through his mind. "No," He whispered out loud.
"That's right, you're too late." Snapping his fingers, he turned and started walking away.
"What?" Chris said. Still in shock, he started after the man, but stopped. He could hear something, faint but growing louder. Almost like footsteps, but inhuman. Turning around, his worst fears were answered. But in the blink of an eye, they were gone.
Darkness quickly engulfed him as he fell to the floor.
To be continued...