Chapter 8 "Escape?
"Wesker, what the hell do you want with us?"
"Want with you? My dear, do you think you and Miss Addison are the only two people who knew about the 'windows?'"
He was too close to them- Claire could see herself in his liquidy ebony stare. He continued to inch closer and closer- Claire and Marcy backed up as far as they could.
"why would you care about that?"
It was a stupid question, but Claire needed to buy them some time.
"You're here for the same reason I am; to obtain a little piece of Umbrella's research."
Wesker held up the fourth vial that was missing from the anti-virus chamber. "I figured since I already own a handsome T-Veronica sample, why not try to build my collection and play with their research?"
At the mention of the T-Veronica virus, a raging anger exploded in Claire. He knew how to get to her, how to play with her mind.
"I take it you're the one who turned the power back on?"
"When I came here, I had no intention of staying any longer than I had to. Take the anti-virus, leave a little...suprise for the employees to deal with when they came back- that was it. But then, I noticed you two sneaking around. Of course I had to have some fun with you."
Only two feet away, Wesker lowered his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose and stared at Marcy. She gasped a little when his firey gaze fell upon her. Marcy realized, at that point, he was no longer a human being. He extended his arm and put his hand in Marcy's pockets, obviously searching for something; she didn't move.
"A-ha!"
He pulled the bright orange disk out of her pocket. Marcy uttered a small, feeble "No."
"Well, I have what I came for."
Suprisingly, he turned and started to walk away.
"Oh, wait," Wesker mockingly said as he turned around again, anti-virus in one hand, disk in the other. "Don't have any hard feelings about this-"
"Too late for that."
Wesker smiled. "No need for the sarcasm, Miss Redfield. Doen't matter...you two will be locked down here, so you can rot with the corpses."
Claire aimed her gun, finger itching to fire.
BAM!
Wesker gasped in pain when the precious vial he held in his hand exploded, spraying the liguid anti-virus everywhere. Two more figures came into view, one running towards Wesker, Marcy and Claire. Taking advantage of Wesker's momentary incapacitation, the figure crashed into the S.T.A.R.S. traitor. Both fell to the floor, Wesker rolling ino the wall and dropping the disk. Much like the lickers, his skin was bubbling and burning.
"If he had this, chances are we need it more," stated Wesker's attacker and Claire and Marcy's savior as he picked up the disk. Without anyone noticing, he shoved it in one of the many side pockets on his belt. "Let's go!"
Claire immediately dragged Marcy towards the friendly voice. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
"Leon!!!"
Forgetting where she was and what was happening, Claire wrapped her arms around Leon- he did the same to her. For the first time since the Stonybrook disaster occured, she finally felt safe.
"Leon! Let's get out of here! Some of the Umbrella employees are coming back!"
Chris!?
At the enterence to the hallway, Claire's brother beckoned Leon, Marcy, and Claire to hurry up.
"Come-"
Chris hissed in pain- the red zombie was back, claws slashing wildly at him. He grasped his arm, blood slowly trickling down his hand and soaking his sleeve. Reaching into his pocket, Chris pulled out a small, cylandrical device and shoved it into the zombie's gaping mouth, jaw cracking. He pulled something out of the device- a pin- and ran towards the rest of his comrades.
"Get down!"
A small but powerful blast erupted in the hallway, filling it with a blinding white light.
"Serves you right, you son of a-"
Chris winced in pain, cutting his sentence short. He was infected. Picking up the silvery metal cse, Marcy ran over to Chris, opening it as she moved. She stared at the last vial for a short moment. They came for the anti-virus, and for a short time, they had it. Loading the serum into the injection gun, Marcy silently repremanded herself for breaking the other vial earlier when she kicked it to Claire. They had nothing, now- not even her laptop or data. But this is what it was for, wasn't it? Saving lives?
"Marcy, before- back at the apartment...I'm sor-"
"Don't worry about it."
She smiled. Saving Claire's brother was almost like saving her own. Besides being very similar to her own brother- Matt- she felt as though he had automatically become her brother because Claire was like a sister to her. She had done so much to help and protect Marcy. She wanted to repay Claire for her kindness any way she could.
"Let's get out of here before he wakes up," Leon said, pointing to an unconsious Wesker. Claire ranover to Chris, apologizing evey step of the way. The four of them ran back through the "hidden" door into Stonybrook's Chemistry building.
"Almost there," Chris panted. "Jill's waiting for us over-"
"HALT!! Identify yourselves!"
The Umbrella employees were back, complete with a few of their elite "Sanitation" members. They ran after the escapees, catching up to the lagging, red-headed one.
"Leon! Hurry up!"
Claire looked back and noticed Leon was slowing down.
"Tired,"Leon's mind drawled. "So...tired."
Claire ran back to leon, much to her brother's dismay.
"Claire, no! Just go! Save yourself!"
She shook her head. "No, Leon. We're getting out of here...all of us."
Ever since Leon joined the anti-Umbrella organization, he want on non- stop, one-after-the-other missions. All he wanted to do was stop- and rest. The Sanitation commandos were catching up.
"Claire..."
She stared at him, at his sad, blue eyes. "Claire, this isn't the end."
She couldn't answer. Backing up slowly, she didn't take her gaze off him.
"Leon?"
He collapsed, drained of any energy he had,
"LEON!"
A strong hand clasped her arm when she tried to run back to Leon.
"Claire, we have to get out of here!"
Dragging Claire, Chris ran to Jill's car. Marcy was already there.
"Where's Leon?" Jill inquired when the three were safely in the car.
Chris looked down and whipered, so only Jill could hear him. "Run now and live to fight another day."
Jill nodded, understanding completely what Chria was trying to tell her.
* * * * * *
Claire stared out the window at the rising sun. As brave as she was, and as unbreakable as she believed she was, she couldn't keep it in her anymore. A single tear rolled down her cheek. After all that happened, Raccoon, Rockfort and now Stonybrook, everything finally set in. Her small, streaming tears turned into sobs- the tears falling more freely now.
"Claire?"
Marcy turned to the older girl. She out a compforting arm around Claire.
"Marcy?"
She had to tell her. With the disk gone now, she would never know what Claire knew about her brother Matt.
"Yes, Claire?"
"I need to tell you something..."
* * * * * * *
Chris stared out of the bright apartment's window. Marcy was nowhere to be seen. Claire assumed that she cried herself to sleep. She felt horrible about telling her about her brother, but she had to know- it wouldn't be fair. She'd be living in her own illusion and Claire would be lying.
"Chris?"
She slowly walked over to her brother, dreading anything he might say to her. He turned and looked at her. Claire was prepared for the worst- a "lock-down" like no other.
"Claire," he started. She was taken completely off guard when he stepped forward and hugged her. "You have to stop doing that...I was worried sick about you."
"Wesker, what the hell do you want with us?"
"Want with you? My dear, do you think you and Miss Addison are the only two people who knew about the 'windows?'"
He was too close to them- Claire could see herself in his liquidy ebony stare. He continued to inch closer and closer- Claire and Marcy backed up as far as they could.
"why would you care about that?"
It was a stupid question, but Claire needed to buy them some time.
"You're here for the same reason I am; to obtain a little piece of Umbrella's research."
Wesker held up the fourth vial that was missing from the anti-virus chamber. "I figured since I already own a handsome T-Veronica sample, why not try to build my collection and play with their research?"
At the mention of the T-Veronica virus, a raging anger exploded in Claire. He knew how to get to her, how to play with her mind.
"I take it you're the one who turned the power back on?"
"When I came here, I had no intention of staying any longer than I had to. Take the anti-virus, leave a little...suprise for the employees to deal with when they came back- that was it. But then, I noticed you two sneaking around. Of course I had to have some fun with you."
Only two feet away, Wesker lowered his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose and stared at Marcy. She gasped a little when his firey gaze fell upon her. Marcy realized, at that point, he was no longer a human being. He extended his arm and put his hand in Marcy's pockets, obviously searching for something; she didn't move.
"A-ha!"
He pulled the bright orange disk out of her pocket. Marcy uttered a small, feeble "No."
"Well, I have what I came for."
Suprisingly, he turned and started to walk away.
"Oh, wait," Wesker mockingly said as he turned around again, anti-virus in one hand, disk in the other. "Don't have any hard feelings about this-"
"Too late for that."
Wesker smiled. "No need for the sarcasm, Miss Redfield. Doen't matter...you two will be locked down here, so you can rot with the corpses."
Claire aimed her gun, finger itching to fire.
BAM!
Wesker gasped in pain when the precious vial he held in his hand exploded, spraying the liguid anti-virus everywhere. Two more figures came into view, one running towards Wesker, Marcy and Claire. Taking advantage of Wesker's momentary incapacitation, the figure crashed into the S.T.A.R.S. traitor. Both fell to the floor, Wesker rolling ino the wall and dropping the disk. Much like the lickers, his skin was bubbling and burning.
"If he had this, chances are we need it more," stated Wesker's attacker and Claire and Marcy's savior as he picked up the disk. Without anyone noticing, he shoved it in one of the many side pockets on his belt. "Let's go!"
Claire immediately dragged Marcy towards the friendly voice. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
"Leon!!!"
Forgetting where she was and what was happening, Claire wrapped her arms around Leon- he did the same to her. For the first time since the Stonybrook disaster occured, she finally felt safe.
"Leon! Let's get out of here! Some of the Umbrella employees are coming back!"
Chris!?
At the enterence to the hallway, Claire's brother beckoned Leon, Marcy, and Claire to hurry up.
"Come-"
Chris hissed in pain- the red zombie was back, claws slashing wildly at him. He grasped his arm, blood slowly trickling down his hand and soaking his sleeve. Reaching into his pocket, Chris pulled out a small, cylandrical device and shoved it into the zombie's gaping mouth, jaw cracking. He pulled something out of the device- a pin- and ran towards the rest of his comrades.
"Get down!"
A small but powerful blast erupted in the hallway, filling it with a blinding white light.
"Serves you right, you son of a-"
Chris winced in pain, cutting his sentence short. He was infected. Picking up the silvery metal cse, Marcy ran over to Chris, opening it as she moved. She stared at the last vial for a short moment. They came for the anti-virus, and for a short time, they had it. Loading the serum into the injection gun, Marcy silently repremanded herself for breaking the other vial earlier when she kicked it to Claire. They had nothing, now- not even her laptop or data. But this is what it was for, wasn't it? Saving lives?
"Marcy, before- back at the apartment...I'm sor-"
"Don't worry about it."
She smiled. Saving Claire's brother was almost like saving her own. Besides being very similar to her own brother- Matt- she felt as though he had automatically become her brother because Claire was like a sister to her. She had done so much to help and protect Marcy. She wanted to repay Claire for her kindness any way she could.
"Let's get out of here before he wakes up," Leon said, pointing to an unconsious Wesker. Claire ranover to Chris, apologizing evey step of the way. The four of them ran back through the "hidden" door into Stonybrook's Chemistry building.
"Almost there," Chris panted. "Jill's waiting for us over-"
"HALT!! Identify yourselves!"
The Umbrella employees were back, complete with a few of their elite "Sanitation" members. They ran after the escapees, catching up to the lagging, red-headed one.
"Leon! Hurry up!"
Claire looked back and noticed Leon was slowing down.
"Tired,"Leon's mind drawled. "So...tired."
Claire ran back to leon, much to her brother's dismay.
"Claire, no! Just go! Save yourself!"
She shook her head. "No, Leon. We're getting out of here...all of us."
Ever since Leon joined the anti-Umbrella organization, he want on non- stop, one-after-the-other missions. All he wanted to do was stop- and rest. The Sanitation commandos were catching up.
"Claire..."
She stared at him, at his sad, blue eyes. "Claire, this isn't the end."
She couldn't answer. Backing up slowly, she didn't take her gaze off him.
"Leon?"
He collapsed, drained of any energy he had,
"LEON!"
A strong hand clasped her arm when she tried to run back to Leon.
"Claire, we have to get out of here!"
Dragging Claire, Chris ran to Jill's car. Marcy was already there.
"Where's Leon?" Jill inquired when the three were safely in the car.
Chris looked down and whipered, so only Jill could hear him. "Run now and live to fight another day."
Jill nodded, understanding completely what Chria was trying to tell her.
* * * * * *
Claire stared out the window at the rising sun. As brave as she was, and as unbreakable as she believed she was, she couldn't keep it in her anymore. A single tear rolled down her cheek. After all that happened, Raccoon, Rockfort and now Stonybrook, everything finally set in. Her small, streaming tears turned into sobs- the tears falling more freely now.
"Claire?"
Marcy turned to the older girl. She out a compforting arm around Claire.
"Marcy?"
She had to tell her. With the disk gone now, she would never know what Claire knew about her brother Matt.
"Yes, Claire?"
"I need to tell you something..."
* * * * * * *
Chris stared out of the bright apartment's window. Marcy was nowhere to be seen. Claire assumed that she cried herself to sleep. She felt horrible about telling her about her brother, but she had to know- it wouldn't be fair. She'd be living in her own illusion and Claire would be lying.
"Chris?"
She slowly walked over to her brother, dreading anything he might say to her. He turned and looked at her. Claire was prepared for the worst- a "lock-down" like no other.
"Claire," he started. She was taken completely off guard when he stepped forward and hugged her. "You have to stop doing that...I was worried sick about you."