Resident evil

Tyrants don't cry

Chapter 5

Rebecca had dosed of.

She didn't know what made her wake up.

She opened her eyes slowly and stretched herself.

Suddenly she heard a deep growl right beside her.

She jumped away from it and looked at what it was.

It was the Tyrant. It was probably dreaming something. Various sounds came from it now and then. Rebecca sighed.

-Oh.. It's just you. I'd almost forgot.

She stared out in the room. What to do?

It was cold. She was freezing.

Chris? When are you going to come back for me? I'm scared. I'm alone with a monster, I don't know if I can trust.

-How can I know that you don't kill me when you wake up? she whispered. –That's what you are made for. Killing.

She looked at the sleeping creature. Its heart was beating slowly and it breathed heavily. Right now it looked so peacefully, as if it wasn't able to harm a fly. But Rebecca knew the truth... It was a killer machine.

She heard some zombies groan outside the broken door. They could get inside and eat her if they wanted, but the Tyrant made them stay away. No one wanted to get between the Tyrant and its prey.

I'm safe as long as I stay with the Tyrant, but what will happen when it wakes up?

A single tear fell from her eye.

She felt so helpless.

If only the others were here...

She thought of Forest's smile when he was teasing her. Richard when he was concentrated on playing a game on his computer. Enrico, who had treated her like she was his daughter. And Kenneth when he stepped on his own shoelaces, and fell on the floor with a cup of coffee.

She smiled when she thought of how he cursed when he spilled the hot coffee all over himself.

And I'll never see you guys again...

Another tear escaped from her eye.

It's cold here...

She was freezing.

Without thinking of what she did, she crawled over to the sleeping Tyrant and tried to borrow some of its warmth.

To her surprise, it laid an arm around her and warmed her like she was a child.

She closed her eyes and was lying there, listening to its breathing.

Thanks.

This is it. Now I can go back to Rebecca.

Chris picked up the battery and started on the way back to the library.

He walked past some dead hunters. Their heads was gone.

What the hell?

He began to worry about Rebecca and started to walk faster.

When he went around the last corner, he saw the broken door.

Oh no... I'm too late!

He walked in.

Rebecca was lying on the floor next to the most horrible monster he has ever seen. It had its arm around her as to protect her. Was she dead?

-Rebecca! he shouted.

Rebecca heard Chris calling and felt a shiver go through the Tyrant. It was quickly on its feet.

It snarled at Chris and she saw that it was ready to fight.

Chris raised his shotgun.

-No, Chris!!!

BLAM!

The Tyrant roared in pain and frustration. The blood was streaming from its arm. Chris aimed again. For its heart.

-Nooooo!!!

BLAM!

He missed and hit it in the shoulder instead. The Tyrant backed away and quick as lightening it ran through the door and disappeared down the hallway, leaving a track of bloodstains on the floor.

-No! No! No! Rebecca cried. –Wait! Come back!

Chris came over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

-Calm down, Rebecca! He's gone now! You don't have to be afraid anymore, I'll never leave you alone again!

-Chris. You don't understand anything!

Rebecca got on her feet and ran away, leaving a puzzled Chris behind.

-What did she mean by that?

-ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAR!

The hunters hurried away from the corridor. None of them wanted to stand in the Tyrants way. They had learned their lesson now.

Heavy footsteps came their way.

The Tyrant stopped. It could smell them.

Suddenly it froze. Pictures... appearing in its head...

A picture of a young girl sitting in the sofa with a book.

-Time to go to bed, honey. a beautiful, blonde woman said.

-Dad, can you read for me? Please. the little girl reached the book towards him. He smiled and stroked her hair. Then he lifted her up and carried her upstairs where he dropped her on the bed. She laughed and gave him a hug.

-I love you, daddy.

The Tyrant rubbed its head as to make the pictures go away, but they kept coming.

It fell down on its knees, still holding its head.

Suddenly a loud noise came from down stairs. Gunshots and screaming followed.

-Daddy! the little girl cried.

-Stay here, Michelle. Find somewhere to hide!

He quickly got in his feet, but when he reached the living room, it was too late. His wife was lying in a pool of blood, still holding the remote to the TV in her hand. And out from the kitchen came five armed soldiers.

They pointed their guns at him. He noticed the Umbrella logo on their uniforms. He raised his hands slowly. They were too many; it would be useless trying to fight.

-You're coming with us! one of them shouted.

Then they heard quick and light footsteps in the stairs.

-Daddy!!! the little girl jelled and ran towards him.

One of the soldiers raised his gun and pulled the trigger. The bullets tore through the little body and painted the walls red. She never reached her father...

-Michelle!!!!! No!!!

The Tyrant shook its head, and this time it succeeded in forcing the pictures away.

It couldn't understand this. It was painful, but not like a wound. It was more like... something stinging the heart? What was this?

It slowly got up and continued down the corridor.

To be continued...

Ok. Chris have really messed it up, hasn't he? Will Rebecca find the Tyrant, before it finds Chris? And what would happen if the Tyrant meets up with Chris now?

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