Chapter 9: Death Of An Innocent
In the wooden doorway stood a calm and cool Pierre. Matt couldn't believe how calm he was since Pierre's clothes were ripped nearly to shreds. A long cut ran from the shoulder of Pierre's hunter green shirt all the way to his abdomen. There was a shallow cut that was bleeding through onto what was left of his shirt, but nothing life threatening, not that Matt would care if it was a little deeper for Pierre. His hair was also a tad messed up, not that you could tell it.
"What the hell happened to you?" Pedro immediately asked after he got over the shock of seeing Pierre standing there.
"Nothing, I had a little run in with one of Umbrella's pets in the ventilation system," Pierre said as he dusted his shirt off.
"Where's Jon?" Matt asked just realizing that he wasn't trailing Pierre.
"We found Tom, and him and Jon took off to look for Lain. Apparently, Tom left her in some room why he was being chased by one of Umbrella's experiments," Pierre answered growing tired of being interrogated by Matt.
"Ah, I figured you killed him," Pedro said with a chuckle, but quickly stopped when he noticed the expressions on the other two men's faces.
Pierre and Matt just looked at him knowing that it wasn't out of Pierre's range to kill an innocent man. Matt didn't trust Pierre anymore than he could throw him. Umbrella's top agent doesn't just get laid off, and then join a bunch of rogue fighters to bring Umbrella down. And he seemed to know every little bend and turn in each hall which just put Matt more on edge about Pierre's loyalty to Umbrella.
"Why didn't you go with Jon and Tom?" Matt asked not taking the heat off of Pierre for a moment.
"I have some valuable information for you that will help you find your friends and family, or at least find out what happened to them," Pierre said smugly knowing that Matt would have to put his full trust in him.
"Well, what are you waiting for," Pedro said not noticing the fact that Pierre and Matt were glaring at each other.
Pierre didn't like Matt's distrust of him, but he really didn't have to care about it since Matt probably wouldn't make it past the Nemesis IIIs. Yet, Matt did seem to be somewhat of a fighter, so he could yet make it out, but Pierre could easily remedy that. Pierre quickly broke eye contact with Matt and focused on Pedro.
"I used to train here, so I know for a fact that Lord Spencer's office is located here and he keeps files of every experiment in his file cabinets there. Unfortunately, the only way to get into the east wing where it's located is by having a set of golden wings," Pierre informed them.
"Bullshit, no way that's true. You're probably just leading us there so you can kill us like Jon," Pedro muttered under his breath.
"I looked for one set of them in an office on the way over here, but they had already been taken. Leaving the only other set in the training arena," Pierre said with a slight smile. He couldn't wait for them to find out what their opponent was.
"Fine, where is this training area?" Matt asked not the least bit happy that he was gong to have to follow Pierre.
Pierre quickly stepped far enough out of the door for them to pass. The training area was only a hop, skip, and a jump away from where they were. Just through the hallway in fact. The room was a large room about the size of a football field and the top was in the shape of a dome letting the early sunlight cascade into the room. The room was covered in an inch of water with a large tree sitting in the middle of the floor, giving the effect of someone's backyard. The room had a blue tint from the sun streaming in through the blue glass of the top of the dome. As Pedro looked out across the field he could just make out the glint of a pair of golden wings, and the faint sound of a child playing.
Tom easily slid through the ventilation shaft, the smooth steel cold against his skin. He felt horrible about losing Lain. If he had just stood and fought she wouldn't be dead or missing or whatever she was. When they had searched and not been able to find her they had backtracked and climbed into the vent. Not that regrouping with Pierre seemed all that appealing to Tom after their little confrontation before.
"Tom, don't sweat it, it wasn't your fault," Jon said from somewhere behind him in the small shaft.
"Yeah it was, if I had just stayed and fought we wouldn't have lost her," Tom's words were muffled as he ran into a spider web.
"If you would have stayed you would have died," Jon shouted as he started coughing uncontrollably.
"Are you okay?" Tom asked as tried to turn around in the small vent so he could reach his fallen friend.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just haven't been feeling to good, coughing a lot. It must be these damn spider webs," Jon said as he flashed Tom a smile.
Jon hadn't been feeling good since they entered this damn place. Not only was it filled with spider webs, but also the air conditioning system seemed to blow harder each moment sending a chill up his spine. He just wanted to find his friend and get the hell out of here as fast as he could.
"Do you hear that?" Tom said from somewhere ahead of him.
"Yeah, it sounds like voices," Jon said finally as he caught the sound.
Pedro slowly stepped into the semi-flooded room just in time to hear the steel door behind him slam shut. Now they were locked in this damn room, but all they had to do was get the wings, which couldn't be that hard. Umbrella must have been perverts, because the only sound besides the sloshing of their boots was the sound of a child playing.
"Where the hell is that sound coming from?" Pedro spoke up finally.
"Right in front of you," Matt said as he pointed to a little girl swinging on a swing.
The girl was very young, barely seven Matt guessed. Her long dark hair was swaying in the air as she continued to laugh and play on the swing. She wore a pale white sundress that matched her skin tone. Her deep green eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked at the three men that were making their way towards her.
"It's okay, nobody here is going to hurt you," Matt said as he kneeled down to be on her level.
"Stand up," Pierre growled at Matt.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Matt growled back as he stood up to face Pierre.
The young girl immediately stopped swinging when she noticed the confrontation between Pierre and Matt. She started to run to them crying, but Pierre stopped her midway with a shot just under her left shoulder. She stopped dead in her tracks and fell to her knees as blood stained her white dress. She quickly fell back into the waiting puddle of her own blood.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Matt and Pedro yelled in unison.
"Go get the golden wings," Pierre told Pedro coolly.
"What the hell are you talking about, you just killed an innocent child!" Pedro yelled at Pierre's cold eyes.
"Do it, or you are going to be the next one to shoot the girl," Pierre said as he glanced at the fallen girl.
"You'll go to jail for this and hell too, I'll make sure of that," Matt hissed at Pierre as he walked toward the golden wings that were suspended on the other side of the room.
"Take a look around Matt, we are in hell," Pierre yelled after him.
Pedro hesitantly strode over to the dead girl's body. It felt wrong not to say a few words for her, he thought. The blood from the wound above her shoulder had soaked through the entire front of her dress. Her glazed over eyes were gazing blankly at the top of the dome. Pedro couldn't take it anymore and turned away from the body.
"What the fuck!" Pedro heard Matt shout as he looked back over Pedro's shoulder.
The young girl's skin was literally "melting" away from her revealing thick black skin underneath. The skin on her face peeled back revealing many surgical scars and a piranha like mouth.
"See, if you would have moved your asses when I told you to we could have avoided this whole situation," Pierre said calmly as he drew his magnum up to face the beast.
The girl, if you could call it that, had made itself upright. It had mutated and grown to nearly double what the girl's size was standing nearly eight feet high. Its body was covered in charred black skin like rubber, with a menacing face. By far though the most noticeable part of its body was the long tentacles that were protruding from where arms should be.
"That is Umbrella's famed Nemesis III," Pierre informed them as he opened fire on the thing.
Pedro quickly dodged the thing as it broke into a run straight for him. Pierre and Matt barraged the thing with bullets as Pierre opened fire with his dual magnums and Matt with his F-1100 rifle. Pierre found his mark hitting the thing dead in the right eye as the other one found its mark on the left eye. The thing paused for a moment realizing that it couldn't see its prey. After realizing that it could smell them just as well, it continued its progress towards them, doubling its speed to make up for lost time. Matt found his mark hitting the thing right above the left kneecap, ripping its charred flesh revealing the white of bone. The thing stumbled to the ground as another shot from Matt splintered its kneecap.
Pedro, who had been forgotten earlier in the battle, came up behind the thing looking at the horrible creature. It still flailed madly, trying to reach Pedro with a grasp of its slimy tentacle, but Pedro quickly put a stop to that by pulling his AK-47 and shooting it where its shoulder would be, severing the nerve to the tentacle.
"That was awful easy for one of Umbrella's "stars" don't you think?" Pedro asked as he brought his boot down over the things head with a sickly thud.
"You're just lucky it was a younger version, but don't worry I am sure the older ones are around here somewhere," Pierre smirked.
"Did you get the wings?" Pedro asked as he looked over the room.
"The death of an innocent child for this. Damn Umbrella!" Matt said as he turned the small gold jewel in his hand.
Without warning, the door that they had entered though swung open. Everyone raised their weapons ready to kill the unknown foe.
"Relax guys, its just me and Jon," Tom yelled as he stepped through the door with his hands raised.
In the wooden doorway stood a calm and cool Pierre. Matt couldn't believe how calm he was since Pierre's clothes were ripped nearly to shreds. A long cut ran from the shoulder of Pierre's hunter green shirt all the way to his abdomen. There was a shallow cut that was bleeding through onto what was left of his shirt, but nothing life threatening, not that Matt would care if it was a little deeper for Pierre. His hair was also a tad messed up, not that you could tell it.
"What the hell happened to you?" Pedro immediately asked after he got over the shock of seeing Pierre standing there.
"Nothing, I had a little run in with one of Umbrella's pets in the ventilation system," Pierre said as he dusted his shirt off.
"Where's Jon?" Matt asked just realizing that he wasn't trailing Pierre.
"We found Tom, and him and Jon took off to look for Lain. Apparently, Tom left her in some room why he was being chased by one of Umbrella's experiments," Pierre answered growing tired of being interrogated by Matt.
"Ah, I figured you killed him," Pedro said with a chuckle, but quickly stopped when he noticed the expressions on the other two men's faces.
Pierre and Matt just looked at him knowing that it wasn't out of Pierre's range to kill an innocent man. Matt didn't trust Pierre anymore than he could throw him. Umbrella's top agent doesn't just get laid off, and then join a bunch of rogue fighters to bring Umbrella down. And he seemed to know every little bend and turn in each hall which just put Matt more on edge about Pierre's loyalty to Umbrella.
"Why didn't you go with Jon and Tom?" Matt asked not taking the heat off of Pierre for a moment.
"I have some valuable information for you that will help you find your friends and family, or at least find out what happened to them," Pierre said smugly knowing that Matt would have to put his full trust in him.
"Well, what are you waiting for," Pedro said not noticing the fact that Pierre and Matt were glaring at each other.
Pierre didn't like Matt's distrust of him, but he really didn't have to care about it since Matt probably wouldn't make it past the Nemesis IIIs. Yet, Matt did seem to be somewhat of a fighter, so he could yet make it out, but Pierre could easily remedy that. Pierre quickly broke eye contact with Matt and focused on Pedro.
"I used to train here, so I know for a fact that Lord Spencer's office is located here and he keeps files of every experiment in his file cabinets there. Unfortunately, the only way to get into the east wing where it's located is by having a set of golden wings," Pierre informed them.
"Bullshit, no way that's true. You're probably just leading us there so you can kill us like Jon," Pedro muttered under his breath.
"I looked for one set of them in an office on the way over here, but they had already been taken. Leaving the only other set in the training arena," Pierre said with a slight smile. He couldn't wait for them to find out what their opponent was.
"Fine, where is this training area?" Matt asked not the least bit happy that he was gong to have to follow Pierre.
Pierre quickly stepped far enough out of the door for them to pass. The training area was only a hop, skip, and a jump away from where they were. Just through the hallway in fact. The room was a large room about the size of a football field and the top was in the shape of a dome letting the early sunlight cascade into the room. The room was covered in an inch of water with a large tree sitting in the middle of the floor, giving the effect of someone's backyard. The room had a blue tint from the sun streaming in through the blue glass of the top of the dome. As Pedro looked out across the field he could just make out the glint of a pair of golden wings, and the faint sound of a child playing.
Tom easily slid through the ventilation shaft, the smooth steel cold against his skin. He felt horrible about losing Lain. If he had just stood and fought she wouldn't be dead or missing or whatever she was. When they had searched and not been able to find her they had backtracked and climbed into the vent. Not that regrouping with Pierre seemed all that appealing to Tom after their little confrontation before.
"Tom, don't sweat it, it wasn't your fault," Jon said from somewhere behind him in the small shaft.
"Yeah it was, if I had just stayed and fought we wouldn't have lost her," Tom's words were muffled as he ran into a spider web.
"If you would have stayed you would have died," Jon shouted as he started coughing uncontrollably.
"Are you okay?" Tom asked as tried to turn around in the small vent so he could reach his fallen friend.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just haven't been feeling to good, coughing a lot. It must be these damn spider webs," Jon said as he flashed Tom a smile.
Jon hadn't been feeling good since they entered this damn place. Not only was it filled with spider webs, but also the air conditioning system seemed to blow harder each moment sending a chill up his spine. He just wanted to find his friend and get the hell out of here as fast as he could.
"Do you hear that?" Tom said from somewhere ahead of him.
"Yeah, it sounds like voices," Jon said finally as he caught the sound.
Pedro slowly stepped into the semi-flooded room just in time to hear the steel door behind him slam shut. Now they were locked in this damn room, but all they had to do was get the wings, which couldn't be that hard. Umbrella must have been perverts, because the only sound besides the sloshing of their boots was the sound of a child playing.
"Where the hell is that sound coming from?" Pedro spoke up finally.
"Right in front of you," Matt said as he pointed to a little girl swinging on a swing.
The girl was very young, barely seven Matt guessed. Her long dark hair was swaying in the air as she continued to laugh and play on the swing. She wore a pale white sundress that matched her skin tone. Her deep green eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked at the three men that were making their way towards her.
"It's okay, nobody here is going to hurt you," Matt said as he kneeled down to be on her level.
"Stand up," Pierre growled at Matt.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Matt growled back as he stood up to face Pierre.
The young girl immediately stopped swinging when she noticed the confrontation between Pierre and Matt. She started to run to them crying, but Pierre stopped her midway with a shot just under her left shoulder. She stopped dead in her tracks and fell to her knees as blood stained her white dress. She quickly fell back into the waiting puddle of her own blood.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Matt and Pedro yelled in unison.
"Go get the golden wings," Pierre told Pedro coolly.
"What the hell are you talking about, you just killed an innocent child!" Pedro yelled at Pierre's cold eyes.
"Do it, or you are going to be the next one to shoot the girl," Pierre said as he glanced at the fallen girl.
"You'll go to jail for this and hell too, I'll make sure of that," Matt hissed at Pierre as he walked toward the golden wings that were suspended on the other side of the room.
"Take a look around Matt, we are in hell," Pierre yelled after him.
Pedro hesitantly strode over to the dead girl's body. It felt wrong not to say a few words for her, he thought. The blood from the wound above her shoulder had soaked through the entire front of her dress. Her glazed over eyes were gazing blankly at the top of the dome. Pedro couldn't take it anymore and turned away from the body.
"What the fuck!" Pedro heard Matt shout as he looked back over Pedro's shoulder.
The young girl's skin was literally "melting" away from her revealing thick black skin underneath. The skin on her face peeled back revealing many surgical scars and a piranha like mouth.
"See, if you would have moved your asses when I told you to we could have avoided this whole situation," Pierre said calmly as he drew his magnum up to face the beast.
The girl, if you could call it that, had made itself upright. It had mutated and grown to nearly double what the girl's size was standing nearly eight feet high. Its body was covered in charred black skin like rubber, with a menacing face. By far though the most noticeable part of its body was the long tentacles that were protruding from where arms should be.
"That is Umbrella's famed Nemesis III," Pierre informed them as he opened fire on the thing.
Pedro quickly dodged the thing as it broke into a run straight for him. Pierre and Matt barraged the thing with bullets as Pierre opened fire with his dual magnums and Matt with his F-1100 rifle. Pierre found his mark hitting the thing dead in the right eye as the other one found its mark on the left eye. The thing paused for a moment realizing that it couldn't see its prey. After realizing that it could smell them just as well, it continued its progress towards them, doubling its speed to make up for lost time. Matt found his mark hitting the thing right above the left kneecap, ripping its charred flesh revealing the white of bone. The thing stumbled to the ground as another shot from Matt splintered its kneecap.
Pedro, who had been forgotten earlier in the battle, came up behind the thing looking at the horrible creature. It still flailed madly, trying to reach Pedro with a grasp of its slimy tentacle, but Pedro quickly put a stop to that by pulling his AK-47 and shooting it where its shoulder would be, severing the nerve to the tentacle.
"That was awful easy for one of Umbrella's "stars" don't you think?" Pedro asked as he brought his boot down over the things head with a sickly thud.
"You're just lucky it was a younger version, but don't worry I am sure the older ones are around here somewhere," Pierre smirked.
"Did you get the wings?" Pedro asked as he looked over the room.
"The death of an innocent child for this. Damn Umbrella!" Matt said as he turned the small gold jewel in his hand.
Without warning, the door that they had entered though swung open. Everyone raised their weapons ready to kill the unknown foe.
"Relax guys, its just me and Jon," Tom yelled as he stepped through the door with his hands raised.
