Resident evil
Tyrants don't cry
Chapter 11
Chris took the lead. He walked carefully down the long hallway. He didn't want to run into more of those monsters.
Suddenly the radio beeped.
-This is Brad... scrrrrrr... running out of fuel....scrrrr... anyone alive... scrrr.... contact me now! ok? scrrrrr....
Chris turned against the others.
-I've got a flare... Rebecca said slowly.
-Let's hurry! Chris said and started to run.
The Tyrant followed after Rebecca.
Rebecca looked sadly at it. What now? It could not come with them... And it was hard to say goodbye...
The Tyrant knew why Rebecca looked so sad. It knew that it had to stay here.
Suddenly it fell down on its knees and closed its eyes. The pictures started rushing through its head.
*He stared at the old, silver-gray car. It was totally destroyed. Blood was smeared everywhere. And inside, he could see his uncle... dead.
He turned away. Didn't want to see.
He felt like he was going to throw up.
His eyes caught the other car. The smoke was thick and gray as it flew from the burning engine towards the black winter night sky. The firemen were busy putting out the fire.
The policemen had said to him that he didn't have to help them with getting his uncle and the others out of the cars. They had said that he should go home and rest.
But he didn't want to. Not before he had said goodbye...
He walked over to his uncle's silver-gray car again. He didn't look into the car. He just put a hand on the smashed windshield and whispered:
-Goodbye.*
The Tyrant slowly got up and looked at the others. It had sorrow in its eyes. Rebecca took its hand and gave it a weak smile.
-Screeeeeeaaaah!!!
One of those black creatures jumped down from the ceiling.
They backed away.
It looked at them with eyes glowing of hunger.
-Man! We have to get past it! We don't have time for this! Chris shouted.
Then the Tyrant stepped forward. It studied the monster in front of it.
The black monster looked confused. Would a B.O.W. attack another B.O.W.?
The Tyrant leaped forward with he deadly claws ready to give it a slash.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
The black creature was lying on the floor. Arms and legs were removed from its body and green blood was flowing. Some white worms crawled from it.
-Disgusting! Rebecca mumbled.
-Thanks, Tyrant! Jill said.
-Ok, let's hurry up! Chris started running down the hallway again.
They reached the end of the hallway.
Chris pushed the elevator button and waited for the elevator to come down.
They all got in and soon they were on their way up to the heliport.
Jill used the flare and stared up in the sky.
Not long after, they could hear the helicopter coming.
It landed perfectly in the middle of the heliport.
Everybody ran towards it.
Only the Tyrant was standing back alone, staring at the others who happily danced around the helicopter.
It was about to turn its back to it and go back inside, when it felt a soft hand on its arm. It was Rebecca.
She had tears in her eyes, but managed to smile a weak smile.
-I guess this is goodbye... she whispered. A tear fell from her eye.
The Tyrant wiped it away and stroked her hair.
Rebecca stared deep into its yellow eyes.
-I just wanted to thank you for... for being my friend through this nightmare. I...
She bursted into tears and cried like a baby in the Tyrants arms.
-Come with me, Tyrant! I'm sure we can find a way to bring you back to your former self!
The Tyrant closed its eyes in pain. It knew that it had to stay here. And there was no way to bring it back to its former self. It had to be like this for the rest of its life.
It sighed.
Rebecca let go of it. She was standing there for a while, just looking at it.
Tears kept streaming down her cheeks.
Then she pulled the Tyrant's head down and kissed it softly on the cheek.
-Goodbye, my friend. she whispered as she turned around and walked back to the helicopter.
She climbed in and turned around one last time to catch a last glimpse of the Tyrant. She raised her hand and waved goodbye to it. It waved back.
-I'll never forget you. she whispered as the helicopter got in the air.
Her eyes were locked on the lone Tyrant standing at the heliport. She looked after it until she could not see it anymore.
The last thing she saw was the Tyrant walking inside the lab again.
Jill put a hand on her shoulder.
-Who knows? Maybe you'll meet again. she said to cheer her up.
Rebecca wiped a tear and looked out of the window.
-Yeah. Who knows...
The end.
That's all folks. I know it was rather short, but I just wasn't able to write much longer. Hope you've enjoyed reading the story.
The end with the Tyrant surviving is taken from RE directors cut, when the house doesn't blow up and you can see the shadow of the Tyrant standing there, looking after the helicopter... That inspired me to write this story.
And by the way: I don't have to play Bin Laden in the school play anyway! The instructor said that nobody should be forced to play a role they don't want. Now I'm going to play an old lady fighting criminals instead.
Thanks to all you who have supported me and reviewed the story. Special thanks to Darkness, Sammie and D.W. Gavin who have kept me going on and inspired me with new ideas.
And thank you to all you who have read Tyrants don't cry!
Merry Christmas!
Ninjalinda
