I don't own anything here. Capcom does. Remember, Claire doesn't know about the G or T Viruses because I pulled her out from the R.P.D. really early in the game. So bear with her if she only knows what Chris has told her. Thanx. See you Again!
The man had longer than usual black hair and tanned skin. His shirt said he was with the U.B.C.S., whatever that was. "Chris Redfield." He said again. "Sounds familiar."
Claire studied him for a second, then held up her hands. "That's right, Chris Redfield. I...I'm looking for Jill Valentine, Brad Vickers and Rebecca Chambers." Sherry clutched at Claire's belt, eyes wide. Her hands were shaking as she stared at the barrel of the gun.
The man stood openmouthed. "Jill? You're looking for Jill? And Brad?" He looked at her in disbelief. "...Come with me. We'll see about this. Walk in front of me. Remember, this gun is trained on you, so nothing out of line, chica."
Chica? Whatever, Claire thought as he prodded them towards a large door. "Open it," he said, and Claire did. It smelled musty inside, but ahead of her she saw someone lying on a pew that had been moved to the front. It looked like a woman. Standing over the woman was a man. "Carlos?" he asked. "Who are they?" Wait--that voice--
"Brad!" Claire said. "It's me-Claire! Don't you remember?" she waved a hand at him. "At the Christmas Party--last year--"
"Chris' sister! You're alive? You're here?" Brad moved towards them. "Who's she?" he pointed at Sherry.
"I found her in the police station. Who is that...Are they hurt?"
"Wait. I'm missing something here," Carlos said from behind Claire. "Who is she to you guys?"
"She's a teammates sister. If Jill could, she would vouch for her too." Brad answered.
"Jill? Jill's here?!" Claire gasped. "Where?"
"She's up there," Carlos pointed to the figure resting on the pew. "She's infected."
Infected? With what? Claire thought. She knew that Chris had told her all the monsters they'd encountered had really been test subjects, carriers of some kind of virus. But did that mean that everything in Raccoon City was....Chris had told her it was all Umbrella's fault. The pharmaceutical company was really dealing in Biological weapons, that it created them by using mutigenetoxins to play with their DNA and turn them into hideous creatures. And the zombies were what happened when the virus' spread wasn't monitored....But Jill....
"With what? She's infected with what?" Claire breathed. "I don't know what you're talking about..."
"The T Virus. The same thing that was at the mansion she's always talking about. That thing infected her when she fought it," Carlos said again. "She's infected."
"Wait, she doesn't get it. Claire, look. I assume Chris told you about the Spencer Mansion incident? And it must have sounded like pure insanity, but..." Brad said.
"He told me. You ran away. How do you know?" Claire could feel Sherry sqeezing her hand.
"Yeah, I ran away." Brad looked embarrassed. "But they told me what happened....Look, ever since Raccoon City turned into this hellhole, this huge creature has been chasing us. It wants the S.T.A.R.S. dead. Obviously, it was sent by Umbrella. All this is their fault. Everything here is their fault....Anyway, this-thing--looks human-esqe. It wears a trenchcoat, and under that it has...tentacles. Jill was fighting it when one of them punctured her shoulder. So she's infected with the T Virus, because that bastards a carrier."
"What do you mean....This is Umbrella's fault?" Sherry asked suddenly. "What is....What are you talking about? Viruses?" Claire looked down at her. Her voice sounded so small and tired. "My parents work for Umbrella...."
"Carlos works for Umbrella too. It doesn't mean he's a bad person or anything. I mean, Umbrella experiments on their own people." Brad said.
"What kind of experiment is this?" Claire asked.
"I don't know," Carlos cut in. "But its been the death of this city."
Just then a buzz from the radio cut them all off. "Claire?" a voice came through, but not Leon's. "This is Ada. Can you hear me?" There was a lot of static, but Claire unhooked it from her belt and spoke into it: "I can hear you. Where are you? I thought you guys might be...." She trailed off.
"No. We are still in the R.P.D. Have you found the people you're looking for?"
"WHAT?! You're still at the station? Why? What the hell happened, Ada?"
"We couldn't get past some kind of monster we passed in an alley. A Hunter."
"What? What's a Hunter?"
"Forget it, forget it. Look, Leon's coming to meet me here. I'm using the radio equipment in the S.T.A.R.S. room--it was broken but I figured out how to fix it. Look, we've found some pretty awesome firepower, so we can take that fucker down. What were your directions again?"
Claire spelled out which way and what streets she had used again. She'd always had a memory for this kind of thing.
"Alright, I have it. You're at some kind of church, then? Claire, who are you with?"
"I've found two of the S.T.A.R.S. members here--Brad Vickers and..." she paused and looked at the still figure on the pew, and realized her eyes stung. Don't cry, she commanded herself. But this time she wasn't so sure Chris wouldn't. "--Jill Valentine. And some guy."
"Hey!" Carlos cried from behind her. "I'm Carlos Oliviera. I'm with the U.B.C.S.-Umbrella Bioweapons Countermeasures Service. I'm their firearms exper-"
"UMBRELLA?" Claire cried.
"I just told Sherry that. You people never listen to me...." Brad said quietly.
"WHA...WHA...." Claire's lips trembled. Who was this guy? Had Brad and Jill lost their minds?
"He defected," Brad said. "Besides, he was just a mercenary to begin with. Remember, a good soldier is dumb as a donkey. They follow orders unquestioningly."
"He says....He's with...Umbrella...." Claire breathed into her radio.
"Claire, we'll meet with you there! Hang on! We have some info too. Over and out."
A skizzing sound. Ada had shut the equipment off. Info? God knows she needed that. "Jill!" she said suddenly.
"Oh. Come see her--she's not looking so hot," Brad said. He motioned for Claire to follow him. Sherry stayed behind by Carlos at Claire's order. The whole room smelled so damp. The windows were smeared with dust and the floor gave off such faint footsteps....
Jill's head was resting on a makeshift pillow. It looked like some kind of sweatshirt. It looked like Carlos and Brad had pulled down some curtains and used them as her covers. Claire gasped when she saw her shoulder.
A large wound the size of her fist was festering, turning purpler by the minute and blood was smeared all around it. Red muscle tissue was visible, just barely, and dried blood stained a corner of her blue tubetop. "She saved us," Brad said. "But look what happened...."
"There's gotta be an antidote! Umbrella wouldn't do this--no company, no organization would do this without some way to stop it!" She was crying again, but she didn't really care because she knew Chris would have cried too.
"That's what we figured," Brad said. "And because they controlled this whole city, we've decided to go look for one at the hospital."
Claire's walkie-talkie blared Leon's voice suddenly. "Claire? Claire?" he asked. She snatched it from her belt and brought it to her face. "I'm here," she said.
"Claire, we're at the warehouse. Jesus Christ, there's a body here....It's totally mutilated...."
"Dario Rosso," Carlos called from behind them. "Jill met him, but he already snapped under the stress. He's been dead since yesterday."
"He's been dead since yesterday," Claire repeated into the radio. "His name was Dario Rosso."
"OK. We can see the belltower from here. We'll be over soon. Are you hurt?"
"I'm not. But someone else is." She looked at Jill. She was breathing so softly. Her face was so pale. She already looked dead....Don't think like that! She said to herself. "I have to get the antidote."
"Antidote? What are you talking about??" Leon asked, voice rising. "Are you really OK?"
"I'm fine. Someone's been infected....oh, but you don't know what I'm talki-"
"Yes, I do! Listen, the T Virus isn't the only thing out there! There's a G Virus too!"
"What?! Leon, how do you know??"
"I'll explain when I get there. Wait for me."
Skizz. He shut his walkie-talkie off. "Who was that? Come to think of it, who was that woman, too?" Brad asked.
"Other survivors. At least, I think Ada is. I'm not sure....I haven't met her, Leon has. Leon's a rookie cop from the R.P.D. This was gonna be his first day on the job...."
"Well, that sucks. Carlos, we have to go look for it soon," Brad called back to Carlos.
"You go? You stay here! You'll freak out!" Claire said.
"Maybe, but I can't stay with Jill. That thing that infected her is looking for us--he wants to kill the S.T.A.R.S.! There's no way we can both be in the same place. We have to try and confuse it or something."
"Great. You're a fine person, Brad, but you really can't fight." She put a hand to her temple. He'll be just like dragging dead weight around....
"Thank you for your kind words. I won't get in your way."
"Well, where is this hospital?"
"We can't go yet!" Brad snapped. "You're saying we should just leave Sherry and Jill alone here? We have to wait for your cop friend and that woman."
"Yeah....It makes me so nervous to wait. She's dying...." Claire bit her lip. She didn't really want to cry anymore. Whenever she did, it seemed like she lost someone else. She looked back to see Carlos talking to Sherry.
"So you like music? Are you in chorus?" he asked her, smiling. He was bending down to talk to her.
"No, I can't sing that well. I just like playing an instrument. I'm in Orchestra. I'm not very good at it, but I can play violin a little...."
Claire smiled. Good thing someone was making an effort to keep the little girl in good spirits. She looked past them to the door. Where was Leon? There was still a lot of stuff she didn't understand, like what had happened to Carlos Jill and Brad while she hadn't been there, but she was too anxious to get going to think about it.
Just then there was a banging on the door. "C-Claire!" it was Leon. She could tell he was out of breath by the way he called out to her. She could also hear him and some woman panting. "Open the do--wheeze--door!"
Carlos opened the door and stared at them as they staggered inside and collapsed on a bench. Ada was an Asian woman wearing a red dress and black leggings. Her hair was a little uneven looking, but it didn't really matter. Ada looked at her. "You!" she wheezed. "The girl on the landing! I thought it might be you."
Landing? Oh! The person who had saved her on the landing when her shotgun and pistol were nearly empty. "It's you!" she said.
Ada and Leon looked around. They stared at Carlos, Jill and Brad.. "Who are you guys?" Leon asked. "Which is which?"
"I'm Carlos."
"I'm Brad."
"That's Jill," Sherry said, pointing between Brad and Claire. "She's sick."
"Leon, I have to go. Jill's been infected. Carlos Brad and I are going to look for a cure at the hospital." She shoved Brad forward. "Let's go. Now."
"But Claire! We need to tell you what we found out!" Leon said, wiping his forehead.
"Tell me later," Claire insisted. "There isn't time. Jill's dying."
"Who?" a voice asked from the front of the room. "What's going on?" Jill was awake.
OK, I know that wasn't very good and nothing really happened, but I should have another chapter up soon. Yes, people I know, Brad is dead...But I don't care! :::Laughs evily::: After all, he and Jill and Claire are some of my fave characters, so it's fun to have them all together. As always, if you've read this far, please review it! See you Again!
The man had longer than usual black hair and tanned skin. His shirt said he was with the U.B.C.S., whatever that was. "Chris Redfield." He said again. "Sounds familiar."
Claire studied him for a second, then held up her hands. "That's right, Chris Redfield. I...I'm looking for Jill Valentine, Brad Vickers and Rebecca Chambers." Sherry clutched at Claire's belt, eyes wide. Her hands were shaking as she stared at the barrel of the gun.
The man stood openmouthed. "Jill? You're looking for Jill? And Brad?" He looked at her in disbelief. "...Come with me. We'll see about this. Walk in front of me. Remember, this gun is trained on you, so nothing out of line, chica."
Chica? Whatever, Claire thought as he prodded them towards a large door. "Open it," he said, and Claire did. It smelled musty inside, but ahead of her she saw someone lying on a pew that had been moved to the front. It looked like a woman. Standing over the woman was a man. "Carlos?" he asked. "Who are they?" Wait--that voice--
"Brad!" Claire said. "It's me-Claire! Don't you remember?" she waved a hand at him. "At the Christmas Party--last year--"
"Chris' sister! You're alive? You're here?" Brad moved towards them. "Who's she?" he pointed at Sherry.
"I found her in the police station. Who is that...Are they hurt?"
"Wait. I'm missing something here," Carlos said from behind Claire. "Who is she to you guys?"
"She's a teammates sister. If Jill could, she would vouch for her too." Brad answered.
"Jill? Jill's here?!" Claire gasped. "Where?"
"She's up there," Carlos pointed to the figure resting on the pew. "She's infected."
Infected? With what? Claire thought. She knew that Chris had told her all the monsters they'd encountered had really been test subjects, carriers of some kind of virus. But did that mean that everything in Raccoon City was....Chris had told her it was all Umbrella's fault. The pharmaceutical company was really dealing in Biological weapons, that it created them by using mutigenetoxins to play with their DNA and turn them into hideous creatures. And the zombies were what happened when the virus' spread wasn't monitored....But Jill....
"With what? She's infected with what?" Claire breathed. "I don't know what you're talking about..."
"The T Virus. The same thing that was at the mansion she's always talking about. That thing infected her when she fought it," Carlos said again. "She's infected."
"Wait, she doesn't get it. Claire, look. I assume Chris told you about the Spencer Mansion incident? And it must have sounded like pure insanity, but..." Brad said.
"He told me. You ran away. How do you know?" Claire could feel Sherry sqeezing her hand.
"Yeah, I ran away." Brad looked embarrassed. "But they told me what happened....Look, ever since Raccoon City turned into this hellhole, this huge creature has been chasing us. It wants the S.T.A.R.S. dead. Obviously, it was sent by Umbrella. All this is their fault. Everything here is their fault....Anyway, this-thing--looks human-esqe. It wears a trenchcoat, and under that it has...tentacles. Jill was fighting it when one of them punctured her shoulder. So she's infected with the T Virus, because that bastards a carrier."
"What do you mean....This is Umbrella's fault?" Sherry asked suddenly. "What is....What are you talking about? Viruses?" Claire looked down at her. Her voice sounded so small and tired. "My parents work for Umbrella...."
"Carlos works for Umbrella too. It doesn't mean he's a bad person or anything. I mean, Umbrella experiments on their own people." Brad said.
"What kind of experiment is this?" Claire asked.
"I don't know," Carlos cut in. "But its been the death of this city."
Just then a buzz from the radio cut them all off. "Claire?" a voice came through, but not Leon's. "This is Ada. Can you hear me?" There was a lot of static, but Claire unhooked it from her belt and spoke into it: "I can hear you. Where are you? I thought you guys might be...." She trailed off.
"No. We are still in the R.P.D. Have you found the people you're looking for?"
"WHAT?! You're still at the station? Why? What the hell happened, Ada?"
"We couldn't get past some kind of monster we passed in an alley. A Hunter."
"What? What's a Hunter?"
"Forget it, forget it. Look, Leon's coming to meet me here. I'm using the radio equipment in the S.T.A.R.S. room--it was broken but I figured out how to fix it. Look, we've found some pretty awesome firepower, so we can take that fucker down. What were your directions again?"
Claire spelled out which way and what streets she had used again. She'd always had a memory for this kind of thing.
"Alright, I have it. You're at some kind of church, then? Claire, who are you with?"
"I've found two of the S.T.A.R.S. members here--Brad Vickers and..." she paused and looked at the still figure on the pew, and realized her eyes stung. Don't cry, she commanded herself. But this time she wasn't so sure Chris wouldn't. "--Jill Valentine. And some guy."
"Hey!" Carlos cried from behind her. "I'm Carlos Oliviera. I'm with the U.B.C.S.-Umbrella Bioweapons Countermeasures Service. I'm their firearms exper-"
"UMBRELLA?" Claire cried.
"I just told Sherry that. You people never listen to me...." Brad said quietly.
"WHA...WHA...." Claire's lips trembled. Who was this guy? Had Brad and Jill lost their minds?
"He defected," Brad said. "Besides, he was just a mercenary to begin with. Remember, a good soldier is dumb as a donkey. They follow orders unquestioningly."
"He says....He's with...Umbrella...." Claire breathed into her radio.
"Claire, we'll meet with you there! Hang on! We have some info too. Over and out."
A skizzing sound. Ada had shut the equipment off. Info? God knows she needed that. "Jill!" she said suddenly.
"Oh. Come see her--she's not looking so hot," Brad said. He motioned for Claire to follow him. Sherry stayed behind by Carlos at Claire's order. The whole room smelled so damp. The windows were smeared with dust and the floor gave off such faint footsteps....
Jill's head was resting on a makeshift pillow. It looked like some kind of sweatshirt. It looked like Carlos and Brad had pulled down some curtains and used them as her covers. Claire gasped when she saw her shoulder.
A large wound the size of her fist was festering, turning purpler by the minute and blood was smeared all around it. Red muscle tissue was visible, just barely, and dried blood stained a corner of her blue tubetop. "She saved us," Brad said. "But look what happened...."
"There's gotta be an antidote! Umbrella wouldn't do this--no company, no organization would do this without some way to stop it!" She was crying again, but she didn't really care because she knew Chris would have cried too.
"That's what we figured," Brad said. "And because they controlled this whole city, we've decided to go look for one at the hospital."
Claire's walkie-talkie blared Leon's voice suddenly. "Claire? Claire?" he asked. She snatched it from her belt and brought it to her face. "I'm here," she said.
"Claire, we're at the warehouse. Jesus Christ, there's a body here....It's totally mutilated...."
"Dario Rosso," Carlos called from behind them. "Jill met him, but he already snapped under the stress. He's been dead since yesterday."
"He's been dead since yesterday," Claire repeated into the radio. "His name was Dario Rosso."
"OK. We can see the belltower from here. We'll be over soon. Are you hurt?"
"I'm not. But someone else is." She looked at Jill. She was breathing so softly. Her face was so pale. She already looked dead....Don't think like that! She said to herself. "I have to get the antidote."
"Antidote? What are you talking about??" Leon asked, voice rising. "Are you really OK?"
"I'm fine. Someone's been infected....oh, but you don't know what I'm talki-"
"Yes, I do! Listen, the T Virus isn't the only thing out there! There's a G Virus too!"
"What?! Leon, how do you know??"
"I'll explain when I get there. Wait for me."
Skizz. He shut his walkie-talkie off. "Who was that? Come to think of it, who was that woman, too?" Brad asked.
"Other survivors. At least, I think Ada is. I'm not sure....I haven't met her, Leon has. Leon's a rookie cop from the R.P.D. This was gonna be his first day on the job...."
"Well, that sucks. Carlos, we have to go look for it soon," Brad called back to Carlos.
"You go? You stay here! You'll freak out!" Claire said.
"Maybe, but I can't stay with Jill. That thing that infected her is looking for us--he wants to kill the S.T.A.R.S.! There's no way we can both be in the same place. We have to try and confuse it or something."
"Great. You're a fine person, Brad, but you really can't fight." She put a hand to her temple. He'll be just like dragging dead weight around....
"Thank you for your kind words. I won't get in your way."
"Well, where is this hospital?"
"We can't go yet!" Brad snapped. "You're saying we should just leave Sherry and Jill alone here? We have to wait for your cop friend and that woman."
"Yeah....It makes me so nervous to wait. She's dying...." Claire bit her lip. She didn't really want to cry anymore. Whenever she did, it seemed like she lost someone else. She looked back to see Carlos talking to Sherry.
"So you like music? Are you in chorus?" he asked her, smiling. He was bending down to talk to her.
"No, I can't sing that well. I just like playing an instrument. I'm in Orchestra. I'm not very good at it, but I can play violin a little...."
Claire smiled. Good thing someone was making an effort to keep the little girl in good spirits. She looked past them to the door. Where was Leon? There was still a lot of stuff she didn't understand, like what had happened to Carlos Jill and Brad while she hadn't been there, but she was too anxious to get going to think about it.
Just then there was a banging on the door. "C-Claire!" it was Leon. She could tell he was out of breath by the way he called out to her. She could also hear him and some woman panting. "Open the do--wheeze--door!"
Carlos opened the door and stared at them as they staggered inside and collapsed on a bench. Ada was an Asian woman wearing a red dress and black leggings. Her hair was a little uneven looking, but it didn't really matter. Ada looked at her. "You!" she wheezed. "The girl on the landing! I thought it might be you."
Landing? Oh! The person who had saved her on the landing when her shotgun and pistol were nearly empty. "It's you!" she said.
Ada and Leon looked around. They stared at Carlos, Jill and Brad.. "Who are you guys?" Leon asked. "Which is which?"
"I'm Carlos."
"I'm Brad."
"That's Jill," Sherry said, pointing between Brad and Claire. "She's sick."
"Leon, I have to go. Jill's been infected. Carlos Brad and I are going to look for a cure at the hospital." She shoved Brad forward. "Let's go. Now."
"But Claire! We need to tell you what we found out!" Leon said, wiping his forehead.
"Tell me later," Claire insisted. "There isn't time. Jill's dying."
"Who?" a voice asked from the front of the room. "What's going on?" Jill was awake.
OK, I know that wasn't very good and nothing really happened, but I should have another chapter up soon. Yes, people I know, Brad is dead...But I don't care! :::Laughs evily::: After all, he and Jill and Claire are some of my fave characters, so it's fun to have them all together. As always, if you've read this far, please review it! See you Again!