Chapter 7
"Yes!" Woodrow thought aloud. The dogs had gotten to last member of the Umbrella team. They'd injured him so badly he was forced to take his own life. If only they all would. He sat back in his chair and looked up at the wall of monitors. He did a double take as he saw his son stroll by in one of the hallways on B1.
Tsk tsk tsk, he thought. Jay had gone up one level, and was right by the dog pens. He must be trying to get out. It's not like that was going to happen though, he wasn't armed, and the dogs were ruthless killing machines. Made by my precious Blue Death.
He kept his eye on that monitor; he wanted to see his son paying the ultimate price for disobeying him.
Jay suddenly broke into a sprint, that's it… Woodrow looked at one of the other monitors and saw one of the dogs running straight for Jay from the front. Smart little buggers, aren't they?
One came from behind and jumped, taking a bite out of Jay's right leg. Woodrow was surprised to see him get up and begin hobbling down the hall. What a pathetic attempt at trying to save your own ass, Jay.
The second dog jumped and sunk his teeth into Jay's throat, tearing it completely out. Blood spilled out onto the floor as Jay fell to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Woodrow smiled, that'll teach him about disobedience. Of course it was too late for Jay to rectify himself, but that was probably the last thing he thought about. Taking one last look at the monitor, he wished there was sound. Hearing Jay's screaming pleas would be the wonderful. But no, there was only an intercom system, and even that was only installed in a select few rooms. "Oh well." Woodrow sighed.
He looked to one of the monitors on B2, the room where Leon's 'surprise' awaited him, then looked to see where Leon was. The fuzzy monitor showed him walking slowly through the door to the staircase and heading down. Excellent…
Leon walked silently through the door marked 'staircase' and started walking down the stairs. He thought he heard a scream earlier, but he couldn't be sure. Oh well. He quickly went down the steps, not taking his time. Reaching the floor right beneath the one he was just at, he contemplated just going on. But he could be in there… He hurriedly opened the door and walked through.
Another hallway, and it was long, at least the length of a football field. Dozens of doors lined each side and most of them were automated. Leon took the first on his right, one of the few that was actually a door with a knob.
Cold swept over him, and the air was very moist in the room. He realized that there was a skylight in the ceiling; going up for about 50 feet, and the window was broken at the top. Water poured through the small opening in the ceiling and Leon stepped underneath it, wanting to get some fresh air, as well as wash some of the blood off.
Leon stood soaked underneath the water when he realized there was a giant crucifix on one far wall. Wait a minute… He quickly ran over to it, realizing it was a girl, and that she was probably dead.
Then he saw her face.
Claire!
She was naked, and hung by her hands with large nails with her hands stretched out to her sides; her feet were also nailed to the wall.
This can't be happening. His mind panicked. He dropped to his knees, God no… Blood and water dripped off him as invisible tears flowed from his eyes. Who could—?
Leon's thoughts were interrupted by laughter. "I do hope you like my artwork Leon." A mans voice giggled through a hidden speaker. "I spent a long time making it perfect, just for you."
Leon slowly got off his knees. "I'll kill you." He whispered through gritted teeth. He looked up at Claire, and his entire body shook with a mixture of rage and sorrow.
"Don't get too angry Leon; I know she loved every minute of it." The man giggled
Leon turned around violently, his face red from anger. He just stood there staring at the ceiling. His anger subsided a little when Leon realized something. He's just trying to get inside my head. He looked up at Claire again, and as hard as it was, tried to visualize Claire's corpse from earlier.
"Too angry to move?" The man asked.
Leon dismissed the voice and remained focused. Taking a deep breath; as much to calm down as to keep himself from throwing up, he stepped closed to Claire.
Her throat isn't slashed! There was no deep gash across her throat, and that meant… "This isn't Claire!" He yelled. And that means... If Claire was still alive, he'd find her. Relief washed over him as he turned around and headed for the exit. The man didn't speak anymore, probably because he could either see Leon, or hear him.
He walked out of the room with a new goal. To find Claire.
"Barry!" Chris yelled, giving him a bear hug.
"You're looking good Chris." Barry said, hugging back.
"Hey you two, get a room!" Carlos yelled, walking up next to them with his arm around a blushing Rebecca.
"Keep your eyes on those two." Barry said, pointing to Rebecca and Carlos.
"Why, what'd we do?" Carlos asked defensively, running a hand through his hair.
Barry made a funny face and them, then whispered something in Chris's ear.
"Rebecca!" Chris yelled rather loudly. "I would expect this kind of thing from Carlos, but not you!"
"Hey buddy I—
Carlos was cut off by a very angry and very loud Rebecca. "I'm not a kid." She yelled, making most of the crowd around them look.
"Easy Becky, he was just kidding, right Chris?" Barry said, nudging him.
She always did have a temper. "Yeah, I was just kidding Rebecca." He said, giving her the most sympathetic smile he could muster.
She crossed her arms and pouted. "Well don't joke like that."
"Don't joke like what?" Jill asked, walking up carrying her and Chris's luggage. Chris repeated what Barry had told him in Jill's ear.
"Carlos!" She yelled. "She's only 19!"
Carlos opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Barry. "We need to hurry."
"Okay then, come on." Jill said, hurrying away with their luggage.
I think this chapter was a little sub-par, but I get this stuff out to you almost as soon as I write it, with little editing. I hope you still liked it though!
If you found the whole Claire thing a little confusing, bare with me, it'll all be revealed soon enough.