Resident evil

Tyrants don't cry

Chapter 4

by: Ninjalinda

Rebecca opened the book. She didn't have anything better to do than reading. Chris had told her to stay in the library and wait for him.

She read down the first page. It was a book on chemistry. Quite interesting.

SCRATCH! SCRATCH!

Rebecca put the book on the table and looked around nervously.

CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!

The sound of footsteps reached her ears. They didn't sound like human footsteps. She moved quickly behind a bookshelf. It was something together with her in the room...

CLACK! CLACK!

-SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEA!!!

A hunter jumped over the bookshelf and landed in front of her. She was so surprised that she lost her balance and fell on her back. She crawled backwards around the table and into a corner. The hunter gave her a hungry stare. It prepared to attack.

WHAM!

Something made the door brake into pieces and scatter all over the floor.

Rebecca almost cried in despair.

I'm done for!

It was the Tyrant!

It stood there towering, with its yellow, evil eyes looking at the hunter. It twitched.

The hunter turned towards Rebecca again. But just when it was about to end her life, the Tyrant made its move.

Quicker than no eye could see, it ran forward and pierced the hunter. The claws were sticking out from the hunter's stomach. Green blood dripped on the beautiful carpet on the floor.

The Tyrant threw the hunter away and walked towards Rebecca.

She tried to crawl into the wall.

So this is how my life is supposed to end...

-Please. Let me live. Please. she begged.

The Tyrant stopped right in front of her and looked down on her. It sensed her fear. It saw how she closed her eyes and waited for it to kill her.

Suddenly the pain rushed through its body like an electrical shock. It wasn't able to stand on its feet and sank down on the floor. It let lose a roar.

Rebecca opened her eyes a little to see what was going on. She watched the Tyrant lying on the floor breathing heavily. It was writhing in pain.

She got on her feet and was about to run out of the room when the Tyrant grabbed her leg and held her back.

-Let go of me! she screamed in panic. She tried to get lose, but the grip was too hard. She sat down on the floor with the Tyrant still holding her foot, and cried. Tears streamed down her cheek like small rivers.

Then the hand let go of her. She didn't notice it before she felt someone wiping her tears, so carefully as if she was made out of glass.

She looked up and stared right into the Tyrant's horrible face. It looked sad and helpless at the moment. As if it was sorry for scaring her like that. Rebecca swallowed.

-You were once a human, weren't you? she asked.

Of course she didn't get a answer. The Tyrant just looked at her with sorrow in its yellow, usually cold eyes.

-What do you want from me? It thought you was after me because you wanted to kill me, but... I was wrong. You've let me go all the times we've met, and this time you even saved my life. So why do you keep following me?

The Tyrant sighed. And then pointed on its leg. Rebecca narrowed her eyes to see what it tried to show her. Two small, inflamed holes were what she could see. She touched it. The Tyrant jerked backwards and hissed at her.

-Whohoho... Easy! she said. -Snakebite? You've followed me all this time because you want me to treat it? What makes you think that I want to help an enemy? a B.O.W that's created to kill me?

The Tyrant looked away from her. The poison had made it to weak to get up and walk away. It gave up. This human was not going to help it. It was going to die a slow, painful death if not the hunters came and killed it.

-I'm sorry I said that. I owe you one for saving me from that hunter. I'll help you, if you don't kill me or any of my friends when you're back on your feet, ok?

Chris watched the huge snake die slowly form the bullet wound he just gave it. The reptile hissed one last time before it died.

Chris turned his attention to the hole it had made in the floor. He didn't see anything. It was too dark. He took the risk and jumped down. He lit his lighter.

A tombstone was right in front of him. There was a red, little button below it. Chris pushed it, the tombstone moved away, and a ladder was to be seen.

Chris started to descend it.

Some strange sounds reached him. He walked after it down a corridor.

Two zombies were eating a dead man on the floor. Their faces were smeared in blood when they looked up at Chris.

He felt sick and started to run from them to the next door.

It was a kitchen. Not used in a while. Both gas and water supplies were shut off. "Dustbunnies" flied in the air and every metal thing was rusted and not usable. I the middle of the room was a table with bloodstains.

He grossed and walked towards an elevator.

While standing in the elevator, he came to think of Jill and when they were alone in an elevator. It was the first time they had kissed each other.

They were just standing there. Waiting for the elevator to stop on the right floor. He studied her when he thought she was not looking.

But she had seen him...

-What are you staring at? she asked.

-At you. You have a beautiful profile you know. he smiled.

They stared deep into each other's eyes.

Their heads got closer and closer and their lips met in a everlasting kiss. But then the elevator stopped...

Where was she now? Chris wondered. Was she alive? And did she think of him? Did she miss him?

Rebecca was about to leave after she had treated the Tyrant's wounds.

-You need to rest if the antidote is going to work. she said and met its eyes.

Its eyes were begging her to stay. Rebecca sighed. She didn't like spending time with this horrible monster. It was giving her creeps.

But she stayed.

The Tyrant fell asleep. Her thoughts started to circle around on leaving the room while it was sleeping, but something held her back. Maybe it was the thought of the Tyrant being pissed off if it woke up alone. Then it would maybe kill her...

She stayed.

She sat down, leaned against the wall and looked at the creature sleeping only a few metres away from her.

What next? she thought.

To be continued...

What would you have done if you were in that situation? And has the Tyrant ever been a human? Is there anything left of its human mind?

Maybe we'll get some of the answers in the next chapter...

If you have something you want to happen in the next chapter, please mail me on:

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