Disclaimer: I think Capcom owns all the RE characters. Including Hunk. /insidejoke
Chapter 12
As soon as Leon coaxed the lock open with a bullet the door flew open; Ada Wong was on the other side.
"Who the F— Carlos yelled before he was cut off by a very fast Ada. She sped by the group with incredible speed; faster than Leon ever thought she could go.
How the hell… Leon spun around. "I have to talk to her." And then he took off after her. Just before he ran though, he heard a loud roar from behind the lab door. I'm sorry guys, I need some answers.
He concentrated on Ada's figure as best he could. Leon was at full sprint and she was sill getting away. "Stop!" He yelled as loudly as he could. She didn't seem to be listening.
He pulled out his magnum and aimed it directly at her shoulder. He squeezed the trigger and saw that it hit; small drops of blood pattered the ground.
Ada stopped suddenly and spun around. Leon slid on his heels, trying to stop in time. He finally came to a halt close to Ada; so close in fact that he could feel her warm breath on his face.
Okay… His mind wandered confusingly. Ada's eyes were pure white, and when she smiled her evil smile Leon could see that her teeth had become sharper.
"Why did you shoot me, Leon?" She asked, putting on an obvious face poutie face.
Leon involuntarily shuttered at Ada's now deep voice. This isn't the person I knew. The thing still had Ada's normal body, but it wasn't the same person. "Who are you?" Leon yelled in its face.
"You don't remember me sweetie?" Her voice deepened on the last word. Leon stepped back a little; but Ada—or whatever it was—got in close again. "I'll bet you remember this." She smiled as she leaned in closer and let her tongue snake over his lips. Leon shook his head and stepped back quickly.
"Fuck the answers." He spat as he leapt backwards and squeezed off four rounds. The thing that was Ada let out a noise that was half way between a scream and a growl. Then suddenly, Leon felt extreme pain in his right shoulder and was lifted up then thrown into a nearby wall of the small hallway. He saw a thin long tentacle-like thing snake off into the darkness.
Ada let out another growl. "I'll see you later. Sweetie." Her low voice filled the hallway Leon didn't hear her leave, but he knew she was gone.
He looked at the small of blood on the walls the looked down at the silver dollar-sized hole in his shoulder. He sighed.
"Shit."
"Shit." Chris breathed. The monstrosity slammed its fits into the solid concrete around the door; dust fell from the ceiling. Where the hell did Leon go?
The thing was huge, at least ten feet tall; its arms were as big around as Chris's body. Its skin was an odd green color, one that reminded Chris of the Hulk, only taller. One of its arms ended in a hand full of spikes that made Chris shudder just looking at them.
"I don't wanna shoot man, that'll piss it off." Carlos said, backing up.
It's almost through the doorway… Chris thought. "Good idea." He said, backing next to Carlos. "We can't beat it; it's time to go."
Rebecca was the first to turn and run, followed by everyone else; almost in unison. "Wait Chris, isn't that door we need to go through?" Jill asked, slowing down a little.
Chris slowed to a stop next to her. The monster roared in the distance and pounded on something. Shit. "God dammit." He breathed. "Give me the shotgun." He held out his hand.
"You're not going in there by yourself." Barry stated. He threw Chris the Remington. "We're all going with you." He pulled out the M60 and checked it.
"But— Chris started, but was interrupted by Rebecca.
"No 'buts' about it, we're going with you, period." Rebecca said with an angry face.
Chris sighed loudly. "Fine, heavy fire in the front and nine-millimeters in the back, got it?"
Everyone nodded and headed towards the door at a quick pace. Barry was the first to see it, still stuck behind the small doorway; still forcing its way through. He opened fire; the loud rat-tat-tat of the M60 was deafening in Chris's left ear.
He and the rest of the group began firing at the hulking monster. The small hallway sounded like a war zone.
BOOM! Rat-tat-tat. BOOM! Pop, pop, pop.
All they managed to do to the monster was piss it off. The thing let out a roar as one of the smaller nine-millimeters hit its target just about its right eye. Its skin seemed to absorb the bullets, and the monster was none the wiser.
Chris heard the M60 go dry as a clip hit the floor. "We can't beat it!" He yelled. "Push past it!" He barely heard the Remington click empty when he ran for a small opening under the things arm. The room behind it was rather small compared to the monster, but he didn't have time to examine anything. The others followed him under the thing and they all started running for the exit, which was a giant gaping hole in the wall.
The confused monstrosity turned around slowly to the escaping group, but they were already out of the room and running down the hallway connected to the room. It roared in protest and broke into a full sprint after them.
Chris shot a look back and realized it was gaining fast.
Great…
Woodrow awoke with a splitting headache. He let out a moan as he sat up from the cold floor and rubbed his head. A giant bump fell across his cool fingers; he brought his fingers away from the throbbing area and saw bright red on the tips of his fingers.
That won't do. He got up off the ground and edged into the medical room. The word concussion repeated over and over in his head, but he ignored it. His head throbbed with his newfound hatred for Claire as well as the others.
I'll kill them all. It's all their fault. He thought to himself; for fear of speaking would bring new pain to his already throbbing head.
He took out a syringe full of a strong type of painkiller and injected himself without thinking. My gun. I'll need my gun. His mind rambled. If you want something done right, do it yourself.
Leon was running. He'd heard gunshots half a minute ago and he was headed in their direction when he saw the area that used to be the door to the C labs.
Shit. Something big was here but he didn't see any bodies, so he assumed the team had gotten away.
His wound had stopped bleeding almost immediately and the pain began to subside as well. Whatever Ada was infected with Leon was sure she'd given it to him.
Which is just what I need right now. He began running again, through what was left of the door and through a gaping hole on the other side.
He heard more gunshots and quickened his pace.
A scream. Somebody screamed. Through a door to his right. He slowed to a stop in front of it and checked his Remington. Slowly opening the door led to a sick crunching sound.
That's when he saw her. Claire. She had shorter hair for some reason, but there was no mistaking her. She looked like an angel with the bright florescent lab lights above her and white walls all around. But no, an angel probably wouldn't be stomping the shit out of a naked zombie.
"Claire!" He yelled. He dropped the shotgun and ran to her. Please don't be a dream.
Claire immediately stopped stomping on the zombie and slowly looked up at Leon. "I—is this a dream?" Her shaky voice asked.
Leon shook his head and wrapped his arms around her.
She sobbed silently on Leon's shoulder. "I knew you'd come for me Leon."
"I couldn't not come Claire." He ran his fingers through her badly cut hair. "What happened to your hair?" He smiled warmly.
Claire leaned back in his arms and looked him in the eye. "It's a long story." She smiled back. Her teary eyes seemed to make her more beautiful in the bright light.
"Tell it to me when we get out of here." He said, hugging her tightly again. "I won't let you go this time." He whispered into her ear; and he meant it.
"Go, go, go!" Chris yelled at the group. They'd tried their best to lose the monster through the winding lab hallways but it still gained.
It roared again from behind them and sped up.
How do we stop it? Chris asked himself. He shot a look back, and as if to answer his question the monster had stopped in its tracks. A dark figure was knelt on its shoulder. What… Chris stopped running in order to get a better look at the figure.
"Chris what—Rebecca started but she stopped talking when she saw the stationary monster for herself. Everyone else stood next to him looking as dumbfounded as he felt.
"What the hell?" Carlos asked. No one answered.
Then suddenly with a gush of bright blue blood the creature's head fell off. The dark figure leaped into the air, did a quick spin and landed in front of them perfectly, without skipping a beat. There was no mistaking the slicked back blonde hair and dark sunglasses.
Wesker.
"Isn't this just one big happy reunion?" Wesker asked with an evil smile. Chris could tell he was injured; a bloody hole in his left shoulder.
Barry stepped to the front of the group. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked angrily.
"Now, now Barry, that's no way to treat a fellow teammate, is it?"
"I'll never be associated with you again Wesker." Barry spat. "You sicken me."
"I suppose you plan on killing me, aren't you?" Wesker asked, but before Barry could answer he started again. "But now's not the time for that, no, now is the time for an explanation." He cleared his throat and looked around at the confused group.
What are you up to?
"The reason you are all here is because one man tricked you into coming. His name is Woodrow Oliver Stone." He began to pace back and fourth in front of the group. "He sent e-mails to all of you, including Claire; who was the first to come. Followed by Leon and then all of you. He's come up with a new virus; I believe he calls it Blue Death or something to that effect. He released this new virus into the air of this facility, killing everyone and turning them into monsters."
Just like you.
"Of course everything you've fought today has been conceived using his virus." He stopped in front of Chris. "And do you know what else his virus is capable of?"
It was a one sided question so Chris shook his head.
"The ability to clone."
Everyone in the hallway let out a silent gasp at this new piece of information. "I take it by your silence you know what I'm talking about." He began to pace again. "That's right, Claire was never in any immediate danger, aside from the fact that Woodrow is a bit of a nutcase."
"You can say that again." Sara said quietly.
"Oh yes, little Sara Stone, or is it Nelson again?" Wesker smiled.
Sara stared wide-eyed at Wesker, probably wondering how he knew everything about her. He seems to know everything.
"How could you marry a creep like that?" Rebecca asked with a disgusted face.
"It's a long story." She replied as she looked down at her feet.
That bastard Woodrow better not have done anything to Claire, I swear…
Chris's thoughts were cut off by Wesker beginning to talk again. "Moving along, my company—which I am not at liberty to say its name—is paying me a handsome sum to get that virus for them. The woman I'm sure you saw is Ada Wong. She was supposed to be working for me, but she's had a…change of thought."
"You mean she tried to kill you." Chris said. "Look at you, your shoulder's been torn to shit." He pointed at the wound.
"Merely a flesh wound, it will heal in a matter of hours." Wesker smiled that evil smile again.
"Why are you telling us this?" Jill asked; a little anger in her voice.
"I figured you'd like a little information as to why you are here before I killed you all." He took a step towards the group.
"How nice of you." Jill raised her gun and fired, but missed. Wesker was one fast fucker, Chris could admit that.
Chris took a shot with the Remington but also missed. God dammit.
"I pity you." Wesker huffed. "True vengeance is shown by your bare hands; I thought you'd know that by now Chris."
Somewhere behind Wesker came a loud gunshot, which could only be Leon's Desert Eagle. It took Wesker by surprise and hit him in his lower abdomen. He crumpled to a kneeling position on the ground.
"Damn you. I'll be back Chris." He gritted his teeth. "Don't you forget that." He quickly leapt up onto the wall and kicked sending him into a large heater duct.
Chris looked down to where Leon was and saw he was with someone. Someone with short hair. Someone that looked a whole hell of a lot like…Claire.
There, that's better huh? I really liked how this chapter turned out. I'm not usually good at mushy stuff, how do you guys think I did for my first try? The next update will be really really short; it's just a bunch of small different points of view to let everyone know what's going on. I just thought I'd warn you.
Anyway….on to the thanks: Everyone that has ever reviewed has my respect and thanks. THANK YOU!!!