Chapter 8: Dead People Do Not Just Move
Authors Note: Unfortunately something is screwed up on ff.net to the point where I cannot insert an apostrophe or quotation marks so please bare with me, and tell me what you think.
Pierre stood rigid backed as Jon and Tom turned around to see why he had stopped. The hallway seemed instantly colder when they saw the look of a killer in Pierres cold blue eyes.
I am not going to go look for some girl with you just because Tom here has a little crush on her, Pierre said without a hint of a joke in his voice.
Its not about whether Tom likes her or not, but she is one of our teammates and we cant leave her behind, Jon said coming to Toms defense.
Tom could not make a noise as Pierre accused him of thinking of Lain as anything more than a teammate. Is that not true though, a voice in the back of Toms mind said. Did he like her? Why would he not? She was beautiful, kind, and from what he could tell smart. Yeah, she zoned out and had low self-esteem, but that did not matter much to him. Tom quickly snapped out of his deep thought as he realized that Pierres eyes were burning into him.
What the hell does it matter to you if I like her? She is still our teammate and we cannot leave her behind. But then again, you are so ruthless you probably do not give a shit about your teammates, let alone one that is a girl, Tom said as his feelings bubbled to the top.
Who the fuck do you think you are talking to?! Pierre said as he unsheathed his stainless steal combat knife and brought it to rest at Toms neck. You do not know shit about me and you never will, so shut the fuck up, Pierre said as he gained control of his temper.
Pierre would not waste his time with these two and their little expedition for that girl. He had better things to do. Let them get their selves killed, it would save him the time. Besides he needed to catch up with Matt and Pedro to see if they had found any information. Their professionalism would be welcomed after being with these bunch of dumb asses, Pierre thought as he turned away from the two men and jumped into the ventilation shaft that he had jumped out of moments ago.
What was that all about? Jon said as he walked over to hand Tom a piece of paper to wipe the blood from his neck on.
I do not have a clue, and personally I do not care. We better get moving, Tom said as he wiped the blood off of the shallow cut Pierre had inflicted on him. He was going to have a lovely cut along the underside of his jaw, but it was nothing compared to what he must of done to Pierres pride he thought.
The hallways did not seem as long going up them as they had seemed when Tom was being chased by that thing down them he thought as the two neared the room where he had left Lain. Tom was thankful for the lack of conversation so far. He did not want to have to answer any questions about his judgment when he had left Lain. It was not his fault, he had done what he thought was best.
Why did you leave her? Jon asked before Tom could reach the safety of the room.
I thought that maybe since she was not moving the thing would pass her by, Tom hesitantly answered as he opened the door.
The fire crackled softly as the two stepped into the room. The room was as Tom had last seen it, everything in place even the splintered door lying on the floor. The room was still warmly lit, and there was a faint smell of cinnamon in the air. Everything was in place except for Lain.
Where the hell is she? Jon asked as he looked around the tastefully decorated room.
I left her here! Dead people don not just get up and move!! Tom said as he frantically searched the room for any sign of where she was; guilt hitting him like a ton of bricks.
Lain slide silently through the door that the Rage had once stood in as she heard heavy footsteps running down the hallway. The door led to a wide starch white hallway where an iron door was set into the wall at the end. A picture of a dove with its wings broken lying on a stone was set in place in the middle of the door. Inscribed under the picture were the words TO LIVE LIFE WITHOUT DREAMS IS LIKE A DOVE LIVING LIFE WITHOUT WINGS. A golden plate was set into the picture as some sort of scale.
Umbrella was famous for its mind games and puzzles, but this one was pathetically easy. Lain quickly retrieved a decorative set of golden wings out of her pocket and set them onto the golden plate. The plate slowly slid down unlocking the door. The others would not be able to get past the door, even though there was another set of wings strewn among the Umbrella facility but she highly doubted that they would be able to find them. As she stepped through the door, she grabbed the wings from the plate and shut the door behind her, leaving her in the most dangerous part of the facility.
Authors Note: Unfortunately something is screwed up on ff.net to the point where I cannot insert an apostrophe or quotation marks so please bare with me, and tell me what you think.
Pierre stood rigid backed as Jon and Tom turned around to see why he had stopped. The hallway seemed instantly colder when they saw the look of a killer in Pierres cold blue eyes.
I am not going to go look for some girl with you just because Tom here has a little crush on her, Pierre said without a hint of a joke in his voice.
Its not about whether Tom likes her or not, but she is one of our teammates and we cant leave her behind, Jon said coming to Toms defense.
Tom could not make a noise as Pierre accused him of thinking of Lain as anything more than a teammate. Is that not true though, a voice in the back of Toms mind said. Did he like her? Why would he not? She was beautiful, kind, and from what he could tell smart. Yeah, she zoned out and had low self-esteem, but that did not matter much to him. Tom quickly snapped out of his deep thought as he realized that Pierres eyes were burning into him.
What the hell does it matter to you if I like her? She is still our teammate and we cannot leave her behind. But then again, you are so ruthless you probably do not give a shit about your teammates, let alone one that is a girl, Tom said as his feelings bubbled to the top.
Who the fuck do you think you are talking to?! Pierre said as he unsheathed his stainless steal combat knife and brought it to rest at Toms neck. You do not know shit about me and you never will, so shut the fuck up, Pierre said as he gained control of his temper.
Pierre would not waste his time with these two and their little expedition for that girl. He had better things to do. Let them get their selves killed, it would save him the time. Besides he needed to catch up with Matt and Pedro to see if they had found any information. Their professionalism would be welcomed after being with these bunch of dumb asses, Pierre thought as he turned away from the two men and jumped into the ventilation shaft that he had jumped out of moments ago.
What was that all about? Jon said as he walked over to hand Tom a piece of paper to wipe the blood from his neck on.
I do not have a clue, and personally I do not care. We better get moving, Tom said as he wiped the blood off of the shallow cut Pierre had inflicted on him. He was going to have a lovely cut along the underside of his jaw, but it was nothing compared to what he must of done to Pierres pride he thought.
The hallways did not seem as long going up them as they had seemed when Tom was being chased by that thing down them he thought as the two neared the room where he had left Lain. Tom was thankful for the lack of conversation so far. He did not want to have to answer any questions about his judgment when he had left Lain. It was not his fault, he had done what he thought was best.
Why did you leave her? Jon asked before Tom could reach the safety of the room.
I thought that maybe since she was not moving the thing would pass her by, Tom hesitantly answered as he opened the door.
The fire crackled softly as the two stepped into the room. The room was as Tom had last seen it, everything in place even the splintered door lying on the floor. The room was still warmly lit, and there was a faint smell of cinnamon in the air. Everything was in place except for Lain.
Where the hell is she? Jon asked as he looked around the tastefully decorated room.
I left her here! Dead people don not just get up and move!! Tom said as he frantically searched the room for any sign of where she was; guilt hitting him like a ton of bricks.
Lain slide silently through the door that the Rage had once stood in as she heard heavy footsteps running down the hallway. The door led to a wide starch white hallway where an iron door was set into the wall at the end. A picture of a dove with its wings broken lying on a stone was set in place in the middle of the door. Inscribed under the picture were the words TO LIVE LIFE WITHOUT DREAMS IS LIKE A DOVE LIVING LIFE WITHOUT WINGS. A golden plate was set into the picture as some sort of scale.
Umbrella was famous for its mind games and puzzles, but this one was pathetically easy. Lain quickly retrieved a decorative set of golden wings out of her pocket and set them onto the golden plate. The plate slowly slid down unlocking the door. The others would not be able to get past the door, even though there was another set of wings strewn among the Umbrella facility but she highly doubted that they would be able to find them. As she stepped through the door, she grabbed the wings from the plate and shut the door behind her, leaving her in the most dangerous part of the facility.
