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-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for violence and some blood.
-Dance With The Devil-
-Chapter Thirteen-
-Downtown Paris, 12:15 PM-
Wesker adjusted his black sunglasses a bit, noticing in the distance that the Redfields' were in a jeep, on their way to confront him and as well as rescue Steve Burnside.
'That's it...come closer Chris...come closer so that I may exact my revenge upon you.' Wesker thought to himself while smirking.
Wesker, normally cold and emotionless, was quite excited. His plan for revenge on the Redfields for all they had done was fully set in motion now, and soon, he would be showing Chris Redfield what true pain was like. Wesker had spent quite a few nights wondering how he could inflict the same type of pain that Chris had put him through, and just now he had thought of the perfect way to do so.
'You'll feel the pain I felt when you ruined my plans in that mansion long ago, Chris Redfield...I'll make you suffer in the worst way possible....' thought Wesker to himself, as he pulled out a large combat knife.
-H.C.F. Facility, 12:17 PM-
Ada Wong hurriedly started to prepare for her next mission, which was given to her directly by Wesker instead of H.C.F.
'I owe Wesker...especially since he had saved my life...' she thought to herself, as she picked up her Browning HP handgun.
"Heh...this is the same handgun I used while I was in Raccoon City." she mused aloud to herself, "Do I even need it anymore?"
The truth was that she didn't really need the handgun at all; Wesker had secretly revealed to her that the Miracle virus that had revived her also had given her super strength and super agility. After the scientists would poke and prod her to see if they could somehow extract the Miracle virus from her, Wesker would meet up with her and teach her how to use her new powers. Ada, the ever-suspicious spy, asked Wesker why he was helping her. He merely said that since he was helping her, she would have to return the favor someday.
Despite having super strength and speed, she thought she might as well bring the handgun along, so that she could conceal her true power in case she had to.
"Wesker did save my life. He could've left me for dead, but he didn't. So...I owe this to him." she said to herself quietly, as she walked out of her office and towards the Lab area so that she could "borrow" a sample of a certain virus...
-On the way to Downtown Paris, 12:19 PM-
Carlos Oliviera anxiously looked out the van's window, wondering if they were close to where Wesker was. He had never been one to sit around when there was trouble, and since it had been awhile since he had got any action, he was a bit psyched. He was a born soldier all right, but he had a strong sense of right and wrong, and he wasn't able to let this Wesker guy kill that Steve guy that Claire apparently had cared a great deal for.
Carlos wasn't exactly very smart or anything, but he was clever and very loyal to his friends. He was also one who couldn't bear to see innocent people, like the people of Raccoon City, to just die so pointlessly. He had come along with Jill Valentine not just because he was attracted to her, but mainly because he had felt it was his duty to avenge those who had died in Raccoon...the civilians...the police officers...his teammates...Mikhail...all of them were all killed because of Umbrella and their research on the T-Virus.
Carlos had respected and admired Mikhail Victor, the leader of the U.B.C.S. that Carlos was a part of, quite a lot. He was a very loyal person, a fantastic leader, and he cared about his troops as if they were his sons, and would die for them if he had to.
Nicholai Ginovaef, the sergeant in the same group with Carlos and Mikhail, was a different case. He had betrayed his teammates, killed quite a few of them, and had tried on numerous occasions to kill both Jill and Carlos. Fortunately, the Nemesis had taken hold of Nicholai and had killed him, which put an end to the madness caused by Nicholai.
Carlos shuddered as he remembered the Nemesis...
It was a huge, imposing creature that stood at around 8 feet. Tentacles surrounded its body, hidden beneath a large dark trench coat. The one thing that Carlos could never quite forget was it's face; stuck forever in what looked like agony and and pain...dead skin everywhere...one eyed stitched up...and that lipless grin that it always had.
The Nemesis had tried to kill Jill; it even identified her as a S.T.A.R.S. member. Mikhail however, being a great leader to the end, sacrificed himself by blowing up the part of the train that he and the Nemesis were on with his final grenade, allowing them to escape at the cost of his own life.
'Mikhail...don't worry.... I'll make sure you and our comrades didn't die in vain...Umbrella is going down...I promise...' he thought to himself as he double checked his M41A Assault Rifle, making sure it was fully loaded and set on manual.
-Downtown Paris, 12:25 PM-
A small crowd of people gathered around the four individuals that were exchanging words and gestures that they didn't understand, yet were fascinated by nonetheless.
"If it isn't Chris Redfield and his sister Claire Redfield." said Wesker, as he held Steve by a chain that was around his neck, "Tell me Claire, how does it feel like to have someone close to you come back to life?"
Chris clenched his teeth as he pointed his Enhanced Glock, which was capable of going through multiple targets with a single bullet, directly at Wesker.
"You're not gonna get away with all that you've done, Wesker!" yelled Chris, "I'll make you pay for what you did to my teammates, and my sister!"
"You monster..." Claire shouted loudly, her handgun trained on Wesker, "Give me back Steve!"
"Claire! Please...don't bother to save me! Please...please...Claire...run while you still can!" Steve shouted, not wanting the love of his life to be hurt just to save him, "Please Claire! Just go!"
"But Steve...I need to save you! I wasn't able to save you before...but now I have a chance to!" Claire argued, hoping that Steve would listen to her.
"Claire...please...don't blame yourself for my death! It wasn't your fault! Please Claire...just go before it's too late!" replied Steve desperately.
"Steve...I'm going to save you...I owe you..." she said, her eyes slightly tearing up, "Especially after you saved me so many times..."
"Claire! You don't understand...you have to go...please...if you don't go soon...the Queen...she'll find you...she'll find you...she'll find you and kill you..." Steve said, sounding deathly afraid.
"The Queen? Who the hell is that?" asked Chris, with his gun still pointed in Wesker's direction.
"It's Alexia Ashford, you fool, and my my, aren't we having a tender little moment here?" interrupted Wesker, as he pulled rather roughly on the chain attached to Steve's neck.
"Leave him alone!" yelled Claire, as her voice started cracking up, raw emotion flowing through her.
"Or what, little Claire? Are you going to shoot me?" Wesker said mockingly, treating her as if she was a child.
In utter rage, Claire fired her Browning HP handgun at Wesker, hoping to hit him with a headshot. Wesker simply dodged it, leaving a blur image where he had been. Claire's jaw dropped as it happened, wondering how someone could be so fast to dodge a bullet.
"Stupid girl...don't you understand how powerful I am?" said Wesker, as he waved around his combat knife.
"Why are you doing this Wesker?" Chris demanded gruffly, wondering what the hell was Wesker's motivation for all of this, "What are you doing here? Why did you take Steve hostage? Why!?"
"You fool...you have no idea. I'm doing this for power...all for power....and revenge." Wesker sneered, as he pulled roughly on Steve's chain attached to his neck, causing Steve to gasp for air.
-A block away from the central point of Downtown Paris, 12:30 PM-
"There's Wesker..." whispered Jill in awe as she looked through the binoculars, surprised to see her ex-Captain alive, as well as super enhanced, "And he just dodged a bullet..."
"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked in shock.
"He...just...dodged it. He left a blur too..." Jill said, hoping that maybe she was just seeing things.
"Aw hell no...hell no! No one can be fast enough to dodge a bullet!" Carlos said, steadily being freaked out by the whole situation.
"What's happening now Jill?" Leon asked, his voice full of concern over Claire's well being.
"They're talking...and Wesker's waving around a combat knife..." Jill said, worried about what Wesker would do with the sharp object in his hand.
-Downtown Paris, 12:33 PM-
"I've waited a long time for this moment, Chris Redfield." Wesker said with a sadistic smile, "I'm going to enjoy seeing you suffer..."
"What do you plan on doing?" Chris shouted, his Enhanced Glock still on Wesker, ready to fire when he got the chance.
"You messed up my plans...you nearly ruined my search for the T-Veronica virus...so now I'm going to take away the thing that means everything to you..." said Wesker with a grin, as his let go of Steve and gripped his combat knife.
Chris' pupils went large with fear as he quickly realized what Wesker meant. He desperately fired his Glock at Wesker, only to miss and get knocked back a few feet by Wesker, who shoulder-tackled him.
In a split second before it happened, Chris looked over to his sister with fear in his eyes as he yelled out her name.
Claire looked at her brother with a confused look, then tried to scan where Wesker had gone after shoulder tackling her brother, only to realize that Wesker was right in front of her. Gasping as her own pupils dilated, she tried to move, but was paralyzed with fear as he swiftly impaled his large combat knife in her abdomen multiple times. After the seventh stab in a span of only 4 seconds, Wesker left the combat knife deeply imbedded into her.
"Claire!!" yelled Chris and Steve in unison.
"Chris..." whispered Claire softly as she looked at her brother, before slumping to the ground, the pain overwhelming her senses as blood trickled out of the large knife wound in her abdomen.
-A block away from the central point of Downtown Paris, 12:34 PM-
"Omigod..." whispered Jill, as she got out her shotgun.
"What...?" asked Leon, hoping to God that Claire was okay.
"It's Claire...Wesker...Wesker just stabbed Claire...she's...on the ground now..." she said, as she threw down her binoculars and opened the van door.
"Claire!" Leon yelled, as he pulled Jill aside and ran out of the van first and towards the scene, bringing his shotgun along with him. Without a word, everyone else ran out of the van, all holding his or her respective weapons, hoping to stop Wesker before he did any more damage.
-Downtown Paris, 12:36 PM-
Chris ran to his sister as soon as she slumped to the ground. He tried his best to remove the knife without causing any further damage and then started cradling her in his arms.
"Someone call an ambulance! Dammit...someone call an ambulance!" Chris shouted desperately at the crowd that was gathered around them. One of the people in the crowd, a tourist from America, immediately got out his cell phone and called 911, saying that someone had just been stabbed multiple times.
"I told you I would get my revenge, Chris. Now you'll suffer everyday when you realize that you weren't able to save your own dear sister." Wesker said sadistically, as he started to walk away from the scene, only to see that Leon S. Kennedy was a few feet away, his breathing slow and raspy, and his eyes full of hate as he pointed his shotgun at him.
Without any words, Leon pulled the trigger on his shotgun. Wesker swiftly moved backwards, but not before getting hit in his right leg.
"You'll pay for this!" Wesker said as he clutched his leg for a second in pain, and then, to everyone's surprise, swiftly ran away in a blur, as if the shells imbedded in his right leg didn't effect him that much.
"Claire!" Leon shouted, as he ran over to where Claire and Chris were, accompanied by Rebecca who had her medic kit with her.
"How bad is it Chris...?" asked Leon, as he looked over her wound.
"It's bad...an ambulance is coming soon...Rebecca!" said Chris, "Can you do anything...Rebecca...?"
The young medic looked over Claire and shook her head sadly.
"The wound is too deep..." she whispered softly, "I don't have anything on me that'll help her..."
After Barry and Carlos had untied Steve, he too ran over to Claire, cursing himself, since he thought he was the cause of all of this.
Everyone gathered around Claire, some with tears in their eyes as they saw how bad the wound was.
"There's the ambulance..." said Barry solemnly.
"Please step aside, we need to get this girl on a stretcher!" said two men, as they picked up Claire and put her on a stretcher and into the ambulance, with Chris helping them. Leon and Steve tried coming into the ambulance as well, but were stopped by one of the men, telling them both that they had to be immediate family to be in the ambulance.
"It's all my fault...Claire...." said Steve with tears in his eyes, as he got into the Redfield's jeep and followed after the ambulance, wanting to be with his love.
Without another word between the group, Jill, Leon, Barry, Carlos, and Rebecca went back to the van and followed after the ambulance and Steve.
"Claire..." whispered Leon, as he drove after the ambulance, "Please don't die on me..."
-End of Chapter Thirteen-
...Yeah. Next chapter is coming soon....
Just to let you know, Claire is one of my favorite characters...
As with every chapter, please rate and review this...
" " denote speech, while ' ' denote thoughts.
Finally, thank you for all the reviews so far! I anxiously await more reviews, as they are my inspiration for writing...*nudge nudge*
Anyways, on with the chapter...
-Even Fond Memories Can Come Back To Haunt You.... -
-By Brian Marcelo-
-brianmarcelo@hotmail.com-
Rated R for violence and some blood.
-Dance With The Devil-
-Chapter Thirteen-
-Downtown Paris, 12:15 PM-
Wesker adjusted his black sunglasses a bit, noticing in the distance that the Redfields' were in a jeep, on their way to confront him and as well as rescue Steve Burnside.
'That's it...come closer Chris...come closer so that I may exact my revenge upon you.' Wesker thought to himself while smirking.
Wesker, normally cold and emotionless, was quite excited. His plan for revenge on the Redfields for all they had done was fully set in motion now, and soon, he would be showing Chris Redfield what true pain was like. Wesker had spent quite a few nights wondering how he could inflict the same type of pain that Chris had put him through, and just now he had thought of the perfect way to do so.
'You'll feel the pain I felt when you ruined my plans in that mansion long ago, Chris Redfield...I'll make you suffer in the worst way possible....' thought Wesker to himself, as he pulled out a large combat knife.
-H.C.F. Facility, 12:17 PM-
Ada Wong hurriedly started to prepare for her next mission, which was given to her directly by Wesker instead of H.C.F.
'I owe Wesker...especially since he had saved my life...' she thought to herself, as she picked up her Browning HP handgun.
"Heh...this is the same handgun I used while I was in Raccoon City." she mused aloud to herself, "Do I even need it anymore?"
The truth was that she didn't really need the handgun at all; Wesker had secretly revealed to her that the Miracle virus that had revived her also had given her super strength and super agility. After the scientists would poke and prod her to see if they could somehow extract the Miracle virus from her, Wesker would meet up with her and teach her how to use her new powers. Ada, the ever-suspicious spy, asked Wesker why he was helping her. He merely said that since he was helping her, she would have to return the favor someday.
Despite having super strength and speed, she thought she might as well bring the handgun along, so that she could conceal her true power in case she had to.
"Wesker did save my life. He could've left me for dead, but he didn't. So...I owe this to him." she said to herself quietly, as she walked out of her office and towards the Lab area so that she could "borrow" a sample of a certain virus...
-On the way to Downtown Paris, 12:19 PM-
Carlos Oliviera anxiously looked out the van's window, wondering if they were close to where Wesker was. He had never been one to sit around when there was trouble, and since it had been awhile since he had got any action, he was a bit psyched. He was a born soldier all right, but he had a strong sense of right and wrong, and he wasn't able to let this Wesker guy kill that Steve guy that Claire apparently had cared a great deal for.
Carlos wasn't exactly very smart or anything, but he was clever and very loyal to his friends. He was also one who couldn't bear to see innocent people, like the people of Raccoon City, to just die so pointlessly. He had come along with Jill Valentine not just because he was attracted to her, but mainly because he had felt it was his duty to avenge those who had died in Raccoon...the civilians...the police officers...his teammates...Mikhail...all of them were all killed because of Umbrella and their research on the T-Virus.
Carlos had respected and admired Mikhail Victor, the leader of the U.B.C.S. that Carlos was a part of, quite a lot. He was a very loyal person, a fantastic leader, and he cared about his troops as if they were his sons, and would die for them if he had to.
Nicholai Ginovaef, the sergeant in the same group with Carlos and Mikhail, was a different case. He had betrayed his teammates, killed quite a few of them, and had tried on numerous occasions to kill both Jill and Carlos. Fortunately, the Nemesis had taken hold of Nicholai and had killed him, which put an end to the madness caused by Nicholai.
Carlos shuddered as he remembered the Nemesis...
It was a huge, imposing creature that stood at around 8 feet. Tentacles surrounded its body, hidden beneath a large dark trench coat. The one thing that Carlos could never quite forget was it's face; stuck forever in what looked like agony and and pain...dead skin everywhere...one eyed stitched up...and that lipless grin that it always had.
The Nemesis had tried to kill Jill; it even identified her as a S.T.A.R.S. member. Mikhail however, being a great leader to the end, sacrificed himself by blowing up the part of the train that he and the Nemesis were on with his final grenade, allowing them to escape at the cost of his own life.
'Mikhail...don't worry.... I'll make sure you and our comrades didn't die in vain...Umbrella is going down...I promise...' he thought to himself as he double checked his M41A Assault Rifle, making sure it was fully loaded and set on manual.
-Downtown Paris, 12:25 PM-
A small crowd of people gathered around the four individuals that were exchanging words and gestures that they didn't understand, yet were fascinated by nonetheless.
"If it isn't Chris Redfield and his sister Claire Redfield." said Wesker, as he held Steve by a chain that was around his neck, "Tell me Claire, how does it feel like to have someone close to you come back to life?"
Chris clenched his teeth as he pointed his Enhanced Glock, which was capable of going through multiple targets with a single bullet, directly at Wesker.
"You're not gonna get away with all that you've done, Wesker!" yelled Chris, "I'll make you pay for what you did to my teammates, and my sister!"
"You monster..." Claire shouted loudly, her handgun trained on Wesker, "Give me back Steve!"
"Claire! Please...don't bother to save me! Please...please...Claire...run while you still can!" Steve shouted, not wanting the love of his life to be hurt just to save him, "Please Claire! Just go!"
"But Steve...I need to save you! I wasn't able to save you before...but now I have a chance to!" Claire argued, hoping that Steve would listen to her.
"Claire...please...don't blame yourself for my death! It wasn't your fault! Please Claire...just go before it's too late!" replied Steve desperately.
"Steve...I'm going to save you...I owe you..." she said, her eyes slightly tearing up, "Especially after you saved me so many times..."
"Claire! You don't understand...you have to go...please...if you don't go soon...the Queen...she'll find you...she'll find you...she'll find you and kill you..." Steve said, sounding deathly afraid.
"The Queen? Who the hell is that?" asked Chris, with his gun still pointed in Wesker's direction.
"It's Alexia Ashford, you fool, and my my, aren't we having a tender little moment here?" interrupted Wesker, as he pulled rather roughly on the chain attached to Steve's neck.
"Leave him alone!" yelled Claire, as her voice started cracking up, raw emotion flowing through her.
"Or what, little Claire? Are you going to shoot me?" Wesker said mockingly, treating her as if she was a child.
In utter rage, Claire fired her Browning HP handgun at Wesker, hoping to hit him with a headshot. Wesker simply dodged it, leaving a blur image where he had been. Claire's jaw dropped as it happened, wondering how someone could be so fast to dodge a bullet.
"Stupid girl...don't you understand how powerful I am?" said Wesker, as he waved around his combat knife.
"Why are you doing this Wesker?" Chris demanded gruffly, wondering what the hell was Wesker's motivation for all of this, "What are you doing here? Why did you take Steve hostage? Why!?"
"You fool...you have no idea. I'm doing this for power...all for power....and revenge." Wesker sneered, as he pulled roughly on Steve's chain attached to his neck, causing Steve to gasp for air.
-A block away from the central point of Downtown Paris, 12:30 PM-
"There's Wesker..." whispered Jill in awe as she looked through the binoculars, surprised to see her ex-Captain alive, as well as super enhanced, "And he just dodged a bullet..."
"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked in shock.
"He...just...dodged it. He left a blur too..." Jill said, hoping that maybe she was just seeing things.
"Aw hell no...hell no! No one can be fast enough to dodge a bullet!" Carlos said, steadily being freaked out by the whole situation.
"What's happening now Jill?" Leon asked, his voice full of concern over Claire's well being.
"They're talking...and Wesker's waving around a combat knife..." Jill said, worried about what Wesker would do with the sharp object in his hand.
-Downtown Paris, 12:33 PM-
"I've waited a long time for this moment, Chris Redfield." Wesker said with a sadistic smile, "I'm going to enjoy seeing you suffer..."
"What do you plan on doing?" Chris shouted, his Enhanced Glock still on Wesker, ready to fire when he got the chance.
"You messed up my plans...you nearly ruined my search for the T-Veronica virus...so now I'm going to take away the thing that means everything to you..." said Wesker with a grin, as his let go of Steve and gripped his combat knife.
Chris' pupils went large with fear as he quickly realized what Wesker meant. He desperately fired his Glock at Wesker, only to miss and get knocked back a few feet by Wesker, who shoulder-tackled him.
In a split second before it happened, Chris looked over to his sister with fear in his eyes as he yelled out her name.
Claire looked at her brother with a confused look, then tried to scan where Wesker had gone after shoulder tackling her brother, only to realize that Wesker was right in front of her. Gasping as her own pupils dilated, she tried to move, but was paralyzed with fear as he swiftly impaled his large combat knife in her abdomen multiple times. After the seventh stab in a span of only 4 seconds, Wesker left the combat knife deeply imbedded into her.
"Claire!!" yelled Chris and Steve in unison.
"Chris..." whispered Claire softly as she looked at her brother, before slumping to the ground, the pain overwhelming her senses as blood trickled out of the large knife wound in her abdomen.
-A block away from the central point of Downtown Paris, 12:34 PM-
"Omigod..." whispered Jill, as she got out her shotgun.
"What...?" asked Leon, hoping to God that Claire was okay.
"It's Claire...Wesker...Wesker just stabbed Claire...she's...on the ground now..." she said, as she threw down her binoculars and opened the van door.
"Claire!" Leon yelled, as he pulled Jill aside and ran out of the van first and towards the scene, bringing his shotgun along with him. Without a word, everyone else ran out of the van, all holding his or her respective weapons, hoping to stop Wesker before he did any more damage.
-Downtown Paris, 12:36 PM-
Chris ran to his sister as soon as she slumped to the ground. He tried his best to remove the knife without causing any further damage and then started cradling her in his arms.
"Someone call an ambulance! Dammit...someone call an ambulance!" Chris shouted desperately at the crowd that was gathered around them. One of the people in the crowd, a tourist from America, immediately got out his cell phone and called 911, saying that someone had just been stabbed multiple times.
"I told you I would get my revenge, Chris. Now you'll suffer everyday when you realize that you weren't able to save your own dear sister." Wesker said sadistically, as he started to walk away from the scene, only to see that Leon S. Kennedy was a few feet away, his breathing slow and raspy, and his eyes full of hate as he pointed his shotgun at him.
Without any words, Leon pulled the trigger on his shotgun. Wesker swiftly moved backwards, but not before getting hit in his right leg.
"You'll pay for this!" Wesker said as he clutched his leg for a second in pain, and then, to everyone's surprise, swiftly ran away in a blur, as if the shells imbedded in his right leg didn't effect him that much.
"Claire!" Leon shouted, as he ran over to where Claire and Chris were, accompanied by Rebecca who had her medic kit with her.
"How bad is it Chris...?" asked Leon, as he looked over her wound.
"It's bad...an ambulance is coming soon...Rebecca!" said Chris, "Can you do anything...Rebecca...?"
The young medic looked over Claire and shook her head sadly.
"The wound is too deep..." she whispered softly, "I don't have anything on me that'll help her..."
After Barry and Carlos had untied Steve, he too ran over to Claire, cursing himself, since he thought he was the cause of all of this.
Everyone gathered around Claire, some with tears in their eyes as they saw how bad the wound was.
"There's the ambulance..." said Barry solemnly.
"Please step aside, we need to get this girl on a stretcher!" said two men, as they picked up Claire and put her on a stretcher and into the ambulance, with Chris helping them. Leon and Steve tried coming into the ambulance as well, but were stopped by one of the men, telling them both that they had to be immediate family to be in the ambulance.
"It's all my fault...Claire...." said Steve with tears in his eyes, as he got into the Redfield's jeep and followed after the ambulance, wanting to be with his love.
Without another word between the group, Jill, Leon, Barry, Carlos, and Rebecca went back to the van and followed after the ambulance and Steve.
"Claire..." whispered Leon, as he drove after the ambulance, "Please don't die on me..."
-End of Chapter Thirteen-
...Yeah. Next chapter is coming soon....
Just to let you know, Claire is one of my favorite characters...
As with every chapter, please rate and review this...