Chapter Nine: All Hell Breaks Loose
British Outpost, Cairo--the next day
A steamer trunk is slammed to the floor and thrown open. Chris throws a load of dresses into the trunk, nearly
bruying a cat in the process. "I thought you didn't belive in that type of stuff."
Jill proceeds to unpack her clothes. "Well, it takes an encounter with a four thousand year old walking-talking
corpse to convert one."
Chris throws a handful of her clothes into the trunk. "Forget it, we're out the door, down the hall, and gone."
"No, we are not."
"Yes, we are."
Chris continues to PACK Jill's clothes as she continues to UNPACK them. "No we are not. We woke him up, and we
must try and stop him," she said.
Chris stopped packing and looked at Jill. "We?! What we?! WE didn't read that book. I told you not to play
around with that thing!"
Jill rolled her eyes. "Alright then. I read the book, I woke him up, and I intend to stop him."
Chris stretched a bra between his hands. "How? You heard the man. No mortal weapons can kill this guy."
Jill grabs the bra and throws it into a drawer. "Then we'll find some IMMORTAL ones."
Chris rested his hands on the trunk's edge. "There's that 'we' again."
Jill kicks the lid shut, slamming it on his fingers. Chris yelps and angrily storms around the room sucking
his fingers as Jill follows him. "According to that Book, once this creature has been reborn, his curse will
spread, and as he grows in strength, so will his curse grow, infecting the people until the whole of the earth
is destroyed."
Chris wrung his sore fingers. "And is that supposed to be my problem?"
"It's everybody's problem!"
Chris sighed in frustration. "Look, lady, I appreciate you saving my life and all, but when I signed on, I
agreed to take you out there and bring you back, and I did, now were even, end of job, end of story, contract
terminated."
Jill looked hurt. "A contract? Is that all I am to you?"
Chris looks at her dead in the eye. "You can either tag along with me, or you can stay here and try to be a
hero. What's it going to be?"
Jill met his gaze with her own. "I'm staying."
Chris has had it with this woman. "Fine."
"Fine," Jill replied.
Chris storms out and slams the door. Then the door opens and Chris's hand reaches back in and throws a handful
of frilly panties to the floor. Again he slams the door.
***
The casbah, the proverbial den-of-iniquity. Hard men, hard women and hard liquor. Meet Robert Kendo, (the gun
shop owner from RE 2) drunk pilot who was a hero in the last war, now runs his sightseeing service. Right now,
he is talking to a Egyptian hooker.
"I'm the last of the Air Force still stationed here, you know?" He then steps into a floor fountain. "Look at
that. Some idiot spilled his drink." He turned back to the hooker. "All the other guys died in the air and were
buried in the sand."
Kendo bumps into Chris. He leaves the hooker and follows Chris back to the bar. "Y'know, Redfield, Ever since
the end of the Raccoon War, there hasn't been a single challenge worthy of a man like me."
Chris grinned and takes a seat next to Leon. "I guess we have our problems, don't we, Kendo?"
Kendo sighed. "I just wish I would've chucked it with the other fellas, gone down in a flame of glory, instead
of sitting around here, rotting..."
Kendo and Chris finished the last line together. "...of boredom and booze."
"Cheers." Kendo yanks the glass from Leon's hand, downs the liquid inside and slaps both men on the back.
"Well, back to the airfield. Ha!" He teeters drunkenly off.
Wesker and Alfred appear and take a seat beside the two heroes at the bar. "We're packed and ready to go, but
the earliest flight to the States doesn't leave until the morning," Wesker said.
"How's your friend doing?" Leon asked.
"He's had his eyes and tongue ripped out," Alfred replied dryly. "What do you think?"
***
Inside Nicholai's room, Nicholai, is speaking with a severe speech impediment that makes Adam Sandler from
Little Nicky appear normal to his guests. "I'm pleased...to meet you, your Highness." He reached for his
guest's hand but Vinny swats it away.
"Prince Imhotep does not like to be touched by other humans. A silly eastern superstition, I'm afraid," he
said.
Little did Nicholai realze that this was the creature that had taken his eyes and tongue, now dressed in a
hooded black robe and wearing a ornate death mask.
"Please forgive me," Nicholai said, reaching for a tea cup on the table, but knocks it overinstead, spilling
tea everywhere.
Vinny leaned in closer to the crippled man. "Oops. Mister Ginovaef, Prince Imhotep thanks you for your
hospitality...and for your eyes...and for your tongue."
The expression on Nicholai's face starts to change, very puzzled. Then it changes to pure fear. Vinny gets to
his feet and backs away.
"But I am afraid more is needed," Vinny continued. "The Prince says he must finish the job, consummate the
curse which you and your friends have brought down upon yourselves."
Nicholai's please fell on deaf ears (or in Imhotep's case, lack thereof) as he pulled off his mask, preparing
to finish what he had started back at Hamunaptra.
***
Back in the bar, Chris, Leon, Wesker, and Alfred link their glasses together. Then they down their drinks...
and all three of them instantly spit out the liquid. Half the bar spits out their drinks as well.
Wesker spat on the floor. "The Hell! That tasted just like--"
Chris dropped his glass and turned to the fountain It was sprouting out...
"Blood."
"'And the rivers and waters of Egypt went red and were as blood,'" Leon recited.
A look passes over Chris's face, a realization. "He's here."
***
Jill calmly steps into a courtyard carrying a book. She is not paying attention to the dark clouds that have
gathered all over the city, or the soldiers (extras from the RPD) who were starting tp panic.
"Oh, Jill!"
Jill turned around. Chris was running towards her. "Oh. You're still here."
"We got problems."
That's when the mayhem starts yet again. A barrage of hail and fire slams into the courtyard (and everywhere
else in Cairo). Chris and Jill jump back. A water fountain bursts into steam. A wooden trellis catches fire.
Chris and Jill run under the eaves as soldiers, servants and camels run in every direction, trying to avoid
the maelstrom.
When they reached a flight of stairs, Chris runs into Vinny. Chris grabs him and pushes him against the wall.
"Vinny, you little stinkweed. Where you been?"
A roar from upstairs distracted Chris, allowing Vinny to escape. Chris and Jill rush upstairs and into
Nicholai's room. Upon entering the room, they skid to a stop as they spot Nicholai, or what's left of him,
lying dead on the floor, his body shriveled to hale it's size. Drained of all organs and liquids.
They turned to Imhotep, who is starting to regenerate. He now looks like your typical skinless zombie. In other
words, he looks like an incredibly muscular, corpse-like vision from hell.
Chris gulped. He now has Nicholai's assault rifle in his hand. "We are in serious trouble."
Imhotep advances on Chris, who opens fire on him. Imhotep doesn't pay attention to the bullets as they tear
into his body. Wesker, Leon, and Alfred charge into the room and are stunned at the sight of the regenerating
mummy.
Click. Click.
The assault rifle is now empty.
With hardly any effort, Imhotep shoves Chris into the air, sending him chrashing into Leon and the other two
Umbrella henchmen. Seeing that he had taken care of that little nuisance for now, Imhotep turns to Jill, who
backs up into a wall, terrified.
Imhotep steps up to her. "You saved me from the undead. I thank you."
He leans in, about to kiss her with his decayed face...
...and that's when a white cat jumps onto the piano, hissing. Imhotep shrieks, and the balcony doors blows
open. Imhotep then spins into a whrilwind of wind and sand and swirls out the doors.
Chris assumes a sitting position, as does the other three men. "We are in VERY seroius trouble."
British Outpost, Cairo--the next day
A steamer trunk is slammed to the floor and thrown open. Chris throws a load of dresses into the trunk, nearly
bruying a cat in the process. "I thought you didn't belive in that type of stuff."
Jill proceeds to unpack her clothes. "Well, it takes an encounter with a four thousand year old walking-talking
corpse to convert one."
Chris throws a handful of her clothes into the trunk. "Forget it, we're out the door, down the hall, and gone."
"No, we are not."
"Yes, we are."
Chris continues to PACK Jill's clothes as she continues to UNPACK them. "No we are not. We woke him up, and we
must try and stop him," she said.
Chris stopped packing and looked at Jill. "We?! What we?! WE didn't read that book. I told you not to play
around with that thing!"
Jill rolled her eyes. "Alright then. I read the book, I woke him up, and I intend to stop him."
Chris stretched a bra between his hands. "How? You heard the man. No mortal weapons can kill this guy."
Jill grabs the bra and throws it into a drawer. "Then we'll find some IMMORTAL ones."
Chris rested his hands on the trunk's edge. "There's that 'we' again."
Jill kicks the lid shut, slamming it on his fingers. Chris yelps and angrily storms around the room sucking
his fingers as Jill follows him. "According to that Book, once this creature has been reborn, his curse will
spread, and as he grows in strength, so will his curse grow, infecting the people until the whole of the earth
is destroyed."
Chris wrung his sore fingers. "And is that supposed to be my problem?"
"It's everybody's problem!"
Chris sighed in frustration. "Look, lady, I appreciate you saving my life and all, but when I signed on, I
agreed to take you out there and bring you back, and I did, now were even, end of job, end of story, contract
terminated."
Jill looked hurt. "A contract? Is that all I am to you?"
Chris looks at her dead in the eye. "You can either tag along with me, or you can stay here and try to be a
hero. What's it going to be?"
Jill met his gaze with her own. "I'm staying."
Chris has had it with this woman. "Fine."
"Fine," Jill replied.
Chris storms out and slams the door. Then the door opens and Chris's hand reaches back in and throws a handful
of frilly panties to the floor. Again he slams the door.
***
The casbah, the proverbial den-of-iniquity. Hard men, hard women and hard liquor. Meet Robert Kendo, (the gun
shop owner from RE 2) drunk pilot who was a hero in the last war, now runs his sightseeing service. Right now,
he is talking to a Egyptian hooker.
"I'm the last of the Air Force still stationed here, you know?" He then steps into a floor fountain. "Look at
that. Some idiot spilled his drink." He turned back to the hooker. "All the other guys died in the air and were
buried in the sand."
Kendo bumps into Chris. He leaves the hooker and follows Chris back to the bar. "Y'know, Redfield, Ever since
the end of the Raccoon War, there hasn't been a single challenge worthy of a man like me."
Chris grinned and takes a seat next to Leon. "I guess we have our problems, don't we, Kendo?"
Kendo sighed. "I just wish I would've chucked it with the other fellas, gone down in a flame of glory, instead
of sitting around here, rotting..."
Kendo and Chris finished the last line together. "...of boredom and booze."
"Cheers." Kendo yanks the glass from Leon's hand, downs the liquid inside and slaps both men on the back.
"Well, back to the airfield. Ha!" He teeters drunkenly off.
Wesker and Alfred appear and take a seat beside the two heroes at the bar. "We're packed and ready to go, but
the earliest flight to the States doesn't leave until the morning," Wesker said.
"How's your friend doing?" Leon asked.
"He's had his eyes and tongue ripped out," Alfred replied dryly. "What do you think?"
***
Inside Nicholai's room, Nicholai, is speaking with a severe speech impediment that makes Adam Sandler from
Little Nicky appear normal to his guests. "I'm pleased...to meet you, your Highness." He reached for his
guest's hand but Vinny swats it away.
"Prince Imhotep does not like to be touched by other humans. A silly eastern superstition, I'm afraid," he
said.
Little did Nicholai realze that this was the creature that had taken his eyes and tongue, now dressed in a
hooded black robe and wearing a ornate death mask.
"Please forgive me," Nicholai said, reaching for a tea cup on the table, but knocks it overinstead, spilling
tea everywhere.
Vinny leaned in closer to the crippled man. "Oops. Mister Ginovaef, Prince Imhotep thanks you for your
hospitality...and for your eyes...and for your tongue."
The expression on Nicholai's face starts to change, very puzzled. Then it changes to pure fear. Vinny gets to
his feet and backs away.
"But I am afraid more is needed," Vinny continued. "The Prince says he must finish the job, consummate the
curse which you and your friends have brought down upon yourselves."
Nicholai's please fell on deaf ears (or in Imhotep's case, lack thereof) as he pulled off his mask, preparing
to finish what he had started back at Hamunaptra.
***
Back in the bar, Chris, Leon, Wesker, and Alfred link their glasses together. Then they down their drinks...
and all three of them instantly spit out the liquid. Half the bar spits out their drinks as well.
Wesker spat on the floor. "The Hell! That tasted just like--"
Chris dropped his glass and turned to the fountain It was sprouting out...
"Blood."
"'And the rivers and waters of Egypt went red and were as blood,'" Leon recited.
A look passes over Chris's face, a realization. "He's here."
***
Jill calmly steps into a courtyard carrying a book. She is not paying attention to the dark clouds that have
gathered all over the city, or the soldiers (extras from the RPD) who were starting tp panic.
"Oh, Jill!"
Jill turned around. Chris was running towards her. "Oh. You're still here."
"We got problems."
That's when the mayhem starts yet again. A barrage of hail and fire slams into the courtyard (and everywhere
else in Cairo). Chris and Jill jump back. A water fountain bursts into steam. A wooden trellis catches fire.
Chris and Jill run under the eaves as soldiers, servants and camels run in every direction, trying to avoid
the maelstrom.
When they reached a flight of stairs, Chris runs into Vinny. Chris grabs him and pushes him against the wall.
"Vinny, you little stinkweed. Where you been?"
A roar from upstairs distracted Chris, allowing Vinny to escape. Chris and Jill rush upstairs and into
Nicholai's room. Upon entering the room, they skid to a stop as they spot Nicholai, or what's left of him,
lying dead on the floor, his body shriveled to hale it's size. Drained of all organs and liquids.
They turned to Imhotep, who is starting to regenerate. He now looks like your typical skinless zombie. In other
words, he looks like an incredibly muscular, corpse-like vision from hell.
Chris gulped. He now has Nicholai's assault rifle in his hand. "We are in serious trouble."
Imhotep advances on Chris, who opens fire on him. Imhotep doesn't pay attention to the bullets as they tear
into his body. Wesker, Leon, and Alfred charge into the room and are stunned at the sight of the regenerating
mummy.
Click. Click.
The assault rifle is now empty.
With hardly any effort, Imhotep shoves Chris into the air, sending him chrashing into Leon and the other two
Umbrella henchmen. Seeing that he had taken care of that little nuisance for now, Imhotep turns to Jill, who
backs up into a wall, terrified.
Imhotep steps up to her. "You saved me from the undead. I thank you."
He leans in, about to kiss her with his decayed face...
...and that's when a white cat jumps onto the piano, hissing. Imhotep shrieks, and the balcony doors blows
open. Imhotep then spins into a whrilwind of wind and sand and swirls out the doors.
Chris assumes a sitting position, as does the other three men. "We are in VERY seroius trouble."