Resident evil
Tyrants don't cry
Chapter 9
Jill was standing in the door, staring at the monster in front of her.
She saw Rebecca lying on the floor, bleeding badly.
Is she dead?
-Back off! she shouted to the Tyrant and pointed her Beretta at it.
The Tyrant looked at her in anger. Then it looked at its claws. They were dripping with blood.
The Tyrant snarled and stared at the unconcious Rebecca on the floor. Suddenly it got a strange look in its face, like it was surprised or something.
-I said back off! Jill took one step forward.
Then it happened something she would never forget.
The Tyrant knelt down beside Rebecca and carefully lifted her up in its arms. It started to walk towards Jill.
-Put her down! She's wounded!
The Tyrant didn't listen to her. It continued through the door and down the corridor.
Jill quickly ran after it.
-Stop! What are you going to do with her?!
SLASH
Jill jumped away from the attack. She backed away as the Tyrant growled at her.
-I knew we couldn't trust you!! Jill screamed desperately.
The Tyrant turned around and walked away with Rebecca in its arms.
Jill sat down on the floor and leaned herself against the wall. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
-Rebecca. I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I'm sorry...
The Tyrant put Rebecca down on a table and started searching the shelves. It knew what it was looking for. It had seen some researchers use it to heal wounded B.O.W.s.
There it was. A small, red bottle.
The Tyrant poured some of the liquid onto Rebecca's wound.
Rebecca twitched, even though she was unconcious.
The Tyrant sat down and rested its head in its right hand.
All it had to do now was to wait.
Suddenly it once again felt that strange feeling. The feeling that always came along with the pictures. Pictures of things who happened long ago. Before the pain started.
*A young girl was lying in a bed. She was coughing and didn't look very well.
-Daddy... she moaned.
-Yes, Michelle, my little one. he said and stroke a hand through her hair.
-My throat... she began. –Ohh... I'm so hot.
-You have fewer, honey. he kept stroking her hair. –Here, take your medicine now.
-Thanks dad. she said and swallowed the little, white pill.
He sat there until she felt asleep. Soon he could hear her breathing steadily and heavy.
-Good night, my girl. he said as he turned off the light and left the room.*
The Tyrant breathed out. It knew what these pictures were now. It knew that it was memories from its present life. But they were painful anyway.
Rebecca moaned.
The Tyrant got up and walked over to her.
She opened her eyes and stared right into its eyes.
-Why? did she manage to ask.
The Tyrant looked away. It really didn't know. It had lost control over itself and attacked Rebecca without knowing who it was.
-I thought you were going to kill me.
The Tyrant lowered its head. It didn't like this.
Rebecca tried to get up. She jumped down on the floor and stood right in front of the Tyrant.
-It's ok. You couldn't help it. You're a B.O.W. and you lost control. Not your fault.
She wrapped her arms around it and gave it a hug.
The Tyrant didn't know how to react. It was just standing emotionless while Rebecca was hugging it.
She finally let go of it.
-Come! We have to find Chris and Jill! I want to get out of here!
Jill didn't believe what she saw. Rebecca and the Tyrant came in together. Rebecca's wound looked bad, but had at least stopped bleeding and Rebecca herself seemed to ignore it.
-Rebecca! she whispered.
The Tyrant didn't move when Rebecca ran towards Jill and threw herself in her arms. It thought that Jill would never forgive it for hurting Rebecca.
It thought wrong.
Jill walked over to it and took its hand.
-I'm sorry. I judged you before I get to know you. she said and smiled. –I don't know what you did, but she looks fine now.
The Tyrant made something that looked like a smile.
-Well, should we find Chris? she asked.
No one protested.
-He went in there. Jill pointed at a door in the end of the hallway.
-I saw a map of the laboratory on the computer. There is only one room in there if we don't count the hallway with the cell, and a staircase. Rebecca said.
-We'll take the stairs. He's probably done checking the other rooms.
Jill took the lead.
Chris sat down on a barrel.
He was exhausted.
-Boy, those creatures are fast! he panted.
He looked at the black, wierd monster lying on the floor. It head was gone, blown off by Chris's shotgun.
He suddenly noticed that he wasn't alone in the room. He could hear someone breathing heavily in the shadows of a huge trunk. He walked over.
-Chris... I...I'm dying.
-Barry! Chris took a close look at him. He was cut open by something, maybe one of those black creatures. He tried to hold his bowels inside his stomach with his hand. Blood kept oozing.
-My God! Chris jelled.
Jill, Rebecca and the Tyrant entered the room. Jill ran towards her teammates knelt down beside Barry. She wasn't able to say a word.
-Jill... Will you do me... a favor? Barry asked and searched his pocket. He picked up a photo of his wife and daughters. He reached it to Jill.
-Will you give this... to my family...?
With those words he died.
Jill got up. Chris wrapped his arms around her and let her cry. He knew how much Barry meant to her. He had always been like a father for her.
Jill freed herself from his arms and took a look at the picture. Something was written on the back, but she didn't read it.
That's private. Barry's last words to his wife and two daughters.
-Let's get going. she said and climbed the ladder.
To be continued...
Ok, everyone who have played Resident evil directors cut and got Jill's ending when the house does not blow up, knows that Barry dies. I just had to put it in....
Sorry to all Barry-fans out there!
I'm pissed of now because I have to play Bin Laden in a school-play! No one else wanted to play him, so they just pushed that goddamned role over to me, even though I didn't want any role! Everyone is teasing me and singing Bin Laden songs! So now I'm in a quite bad mood and I just had to kill some of the good guys in this chapter! (And I choose Barry, because the one who gave me that role love him! Muahahahahaha!!!)
Can someone please help me getting rid of that role?! Please! I don't want to be called "Bin Laden" for the rest of my life!
If you have something you want to happen in the next chapter, please mail me on:
Ninjalinda@techfreak.to
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