Intro: Well now we come full circle. This one finishes the current dilemma.
This finishes what I started. Afterward I intend to start another series.
This one's for me and all those who have lost. Who had the one they wanted taken by someone else.
Chris sat in the dark room on the couch with a corona in his hand staring into the blackness. He bought the bottle up to his lips and took a drink. It still haunted him in his sleep. He could feel the bugs crawling over him in the dark the rain pouring into the hole in the ground, the intense heat of the day. He took another sip. Then to come home and have it all taken away. The kid was due any day now. A tear rolled down his cheek. He threw the bottle on the ground and slowly got up. He walked down the hall toward the stairs, slowly walking up them. When he got to the top he walked down the hall to his room. He fell heavily on the bed and lay on his side. He reached across and picked up a picture of him and Jill on their wedding day. He sobbed and held the picture to his chest. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "Why?" He asked. "Why did you do it to me?" The phone rang and he ripped it from the wall and threw it across the room.
Claire and Leon pulled up out the front of the dark lifeless house and got out. They walked up to the front dor. Claire slowly opened it and stepped in. The house was musty. "Chris?" She called softly. No answer. They walked down the hall and quietly up the stairs. They walked to Chris's room and found him asleep. "Chris?" Claire said. Chris stirred awake and saw them. He rolled over away from them. "Go away." He said. "Chris we're starting the investigation into Jill's kidnapping." Leon said. Chris closed his bloodshot eyes. "Leave me alone." Claire walked out shaking her head. Leon stood there defiantly. "What happened to you?" He said. "The guy who helped six other men survive a meat grinder?" He grunted. "If it weren't for you I would be dead." Chris didn't move. Why won't he just leave me alone? "Fine." Leon said finally. "You stay there I'm sure Wesker will have fun with your son!" Leon spun and walked out leaving Chris on the bed. Wesker stood there, laughing, mocking Chris as he struggled with the zombies that ate at his flesh. He held his wife up in his hand and drew a knife with the other. He slowly brought it across to Jill's delicate throat. Chris sat up with a scream. Laying back he breathed out slow. Wesker, Jill, His son, Leon, Claire, all those STARS members. Chris snarled. He got up and walked to a drawer opening it he withdrew a box and opened it removing the silver Colt that Barry had given him. Cocking it he walked over to the cupboard and took out his STARS uniform.
Barry stood at the front of the office and looked at the volunteers around him. Claire, Leon, Rebecca, Carlos and Steve who sat at the back of the room. Without Chris there was just no point. He picked up all information he had on Wesker and pulled down a map. He turned to the group and started when the door opened and Chris, freshly shaven and washed, walked in. "Chris!" Claire got up and hugged him. Barry smiled. Chris walked up to the front of the room and put the map away. He turned to face everyone. "Wesker is on the island that Claire was kept on." He said. "If I know Wesker, that is where he'll be." The others contemplated that for a moment. It was reasonable. "But it was destroyed." Claire said. "Not completely." Chris said. "The lower levels where intact when I followed you through there." Claire nodded. "I don't want go back there." Steve whined. Chris narrowed his eyes and looked to the back of the room. "What the fuck are you to doing here?" He asked. "I want to get Jill back too." Carlos said. Chris grinned. "Really?" Carlos shifted uneasy in his seat. "Uh, yeah." Chris stared at him with that insane grin. Carlos tried to act normally. Chris could tell he was making him uneasy and kept it up. "Uh, Chris time is running out." Barry said. Chris slowly looked away. "Now there was an underground airport for seaplanes so we'll take a seaplane, I'll drop from the plane by parachute and secure the airport first. Then you follow." He said. "How do we get the seaplane?" Rebecca asked. "Raccoon City is landlocked." Chris thought. "There is a Naval base not far away, they got a seaplane." Chris said. "How do we get it?" Leon asked. "We sneak in and take it." Chris replied. The others nodded one by one. "Let's get my Jill back!" Carlos said. Chris ran at him and punched him in the nose.
They all met at Barry's house late in the night Barry dished out hand guns to all of them. Chris had his Colt, Rebecca took a low powered .38, Leon took a Desert Eagle, Claire a Walther, Barry took his patented Colt Python, Steve and Carlos took Beretta's. Chris put his chute into the back of the van as well as a bag of rifles. They all piled in the Barry started to drive them down the highway out of town. Chris and Barry sat in the front, the others sat on the floor in the back. Carlos sat next to Rebecca. "Say, do you like Hispanics?" He asked. Rebecca scoffed and moved away. Carlos followed. Rebecca stood up and walked up taking the seat between Chris and Barry. Carlos bashed his fist on the floor. Steve stared at Leon sitting with Claire in the back. "I missed you." Leon said taking her hand. "Me too." Claire said smiling. Steve stared feeling empty inside. He lowered his head and swallowed it all back. It don't mean nothing. Chris inserted a CD and leant back. Bruce Springsteen began playing. I'm coming Jilly.
Chris removed the bolt cutters from his belt and cut a hole in the fence. Sneaking through he found the plane and secured it. Motioning the others to come through. He got in the cockpit and started the four engines as the others got in and took seats. Chris powered the plane forward and lifted off. When they reached an appropriate height Chris set Autopilot and turned to the others. "Right." He said. "Barry you go with Carlos, Claire you go with Leon, Steve you and Rebecca, And I am by myself." They all nodded. Chris told them to get to sleep. They all filed out of the cockpit into the Cargo bay at the back and Chris sat down heavily Pilot seat. He picked up his chute and checked it, seeing everything was okay he picked up the Ruger Mini-14 rifle and checked it. Placing it down he leant back into his chair. The door behind him opened and Steve walked out and took a seat next to him. "What's up Steve?" Chris asked. "I know what it is like to lose some-one you love." Steve said. Chris looked at him. "Claire?" Steve nodded. "She was devastated when you died." Chris said. "She had to move on." Steve nodded. "I know and I'm happy for her, but it's not so easy." Steve shook his head and laughed a little. Chris looked at him. "What's so funny?" "This always happens to me." Steve replied laughing again. Chris smiled weakly. Steve stood up and walked back top the Cargo room. He stopped and looked back at Chris. "I hope all works out for you." He said and left. Chris sat back in the plush chair and crossed his arms over his chest to keep warm and fell asleep.
Rebecca knelt over her medical kit checking everything was there, when Steve walked in. She looked up at him. "Steve, right?" She asked. He nodded. "You died?" She asked. "Didn't you?" He nodded and smiled. Rebecca started to rise, Steve extended his hand. Rebecca took it and got up, noticing he held her hand a little longer than necessary. Together they walked to the back of the plane and sat between two crates to talk. "You scared?" He asked. She shook her head. "Been through it all before." "Me too." Steve replied with a glint in his eye.
Carlos sat next to the dozing Barry watching Steve talking with Rebecca. He looked at the sleeping man next to him and groaned. Great a chick magnet like me stuck with an old man. He shrugged. If he beat Chris to Jill that would change it all. He laughed lightly. Barry opened an eye and looked at the Hispanic. Raising a massive palm he smacked the man on the back of the head. Carlos turned and saw Barry still asleep. Looking up he couldn't see anything and assumed Barry must have done it in his sleep. Moving a little away from Barry he settled in. Barry opened huis eye again and saw Carlos close his eyes. Reaching out he shoved him. Carlos turned and saw Barry still asleep. Frowning he lay back again closing his eyes again. Barry reached over again and smacked him in the forehead. Carlos turned and shoved the sleeping Barry who woke and grabbed Carlos by the collar. "What the hell is your problem?" He asked. Carlos stuttered. "Uh, sorry."
Leon stroked Claire's hair gently as she dozed on his chest. The horror he had experienced in that cage. He shuddered. Claire woke and looked at him. "What's wrong?" She asked. Leon stared at her. He couldn't. It was too much to go back. "Nothing." He said looking away.
Chris was crawling through the dark while the rain beat down around him. He saw the guard sleeping by the hootch. He slipped up close to him, close enough to look the man full in the eye. The guard opened his eyes. Chris punched him in the side of the head and picked up the mans rifle. Rising the butt high into the air he struck it down viciously. Chris stirred awake. He could see the island below through the clouds and hit the intercom. "We are over the island now every body up." The others came through the door and took seats in the cockpit. Chris stood and shrugged on the chute and strapping the rifle to his leg. Taking out the Colt he screwed the heavy silencer on the barrel. He holstered the gun and head toward the door. "The plane will land in 3 minutes." Barry said. "Good luck." Chris smiled and leaped out into the night. Claire walked over and shut the door.
Chris touched down gently in main yard of the Military Training Facility. Releasing the chute he drew the pistol and looked around. Empty. He head to the elevator and hit the button. "Who's there?" A voice called from behind him. Chris spun and shot. The man was dressed in black, carrying an Armalite rifle. The heavy .45 bullet hit him in the eye blowing the back of his head out in a mist of blood and bone. Lowering the pistol Chris turned back to the elevator and got in. As he descended in the darkness he remembered his way around. This should come out in the top floor of the airport. The door opened and he saw the plane below. Making his way across the bridge he climbed down to meet the plane. As he strode over to the plane the door behind him opened. A man stepped out and started to raise a rifle. Chris turned and shot him. The team filed out of the plane and gathered around Chris. He looked at the pairs in front of him. "Alright." He said. "Barry, Carlos you too take the prison." He gave them directions and turned to the next pair. "Leon, Claire you two take that private residence." They nodded. "Rebecca, Steve the mansion." He took a breath. "I'll take this facility." Barry handed out radios and they head off.
Rebecca and Steve walked with Claire and Leon until they reached the Mansion and the separated. Rebecca and Steve looked around the spacious Mansion in awe. Searching through the rooms they came to the room in the back that had the projector in it. When they stepped in they where hit with a rotten smell that they both recognized. Death. Laying in the centre of the room was a corpse infested with maggots and festering sores. Rebecca ran over and looked at it. Steve drew his Berretta. Rebecca stared at the corpse. Looking closely at the wounds, they looked kinda like.bite marks. The corpse leapt to life. Rebecca reeled back in terror as Steve raised the pistol and fired at the zombies head. Rebecca was splattered with blood as the monsters head exploded. "Great." Steve muttered. "More Zombies."
Barry and Carlos where walking through the cemetery when they heard the radio beep. Barry reached for it. "Guys listen up. This is Steve. It would appear that there are still some Zombies around." A hand burst out of the ground and grabbed Carlos by the ankle. "Oh, Shit!" Carlos cried. Calmly Barry drew his Python and aimed at Carlos's feet. "What are you doing!?" Carlos cried. Barry fired at his feet and the hand let go slowly sinking back into the ground. "Crap." Barry said. "Sex man and now this!"
Claire and Leon walked into the main hall of the Private Residence and looked around. A chill ran up Claire's spine as she remembered the maniac she had met here. "What's wrong?" Leon asked. "Nothing." She said. "Just remembering." There was a shuffling sound coming from up on the landing. Leon drew his Desert Eagle. Keeping it raised he walked quietly up the stairs, Claire close behind her Walther out. They reached the first landing, nothing. Starting along the landing they reached the second set of stairs and started up. They reached the top and saw a man standing idly with his back to them. The radio beeped and the man turned exposing a festering face of rotten flesh. Leon didn't hesitate as he fired a .50 calibre bullet into it's face. It took the head clean off. They looked at each other. "Zombies."
Chris had the radio off as he crept through the wrecked halls of the Military Training Facility. He had the radio off for added stealth as he prowled around looking for his wife. As he neared a corner he heard automatic rifle fire and a blood-curdling scream. Chris unscrewed the silencer and turned the corner. He saw the familiar shape and gasped. A hunter stood in the hall way over the wrecked body of one of the soldiers, it's brooding body dominating the small space. It slowly turned to face Chris. Chris reached down and grabbed the handle of the Ruger and raised it firing into the centre of the now advancing Hunter. The light bullets put holes into the chest of the beast but it was not enough. The Hunter jumped on Chris and smashed him into the ground, the rifle going flying. The monster raised it's claw to drive it into Chris's face. Chris pulled the Colt from it's holster and brought it to the monsters face. Putting the barrel to the monsters eye he pulled the trigger and the Hunter went limp. "Son of a bitch." Chris muttered. He crawled out from under the huge beast and picked up the rifle. Taking the radio from his belt he bought it to his mouth. "After you finish your search report back to the seaplane." He said and released the send button.
Barry and Carlos opened the door and stepped into the room that had the holding cell in it. A guard started to rise from behind the desk Barry pointed the Python at him. "Don't move." Barry said. Carlos walked over and checked the cells. Empty. Barry sat on the desk holding the gun level with the mans head. "Jill Valentine Redfield." He said. "Where is she?" The man sat still. Barry pulled the trigger, placing the powerful shot in the wall next to the guards head. "I won't miss next time." Barry said.
They all met back at the sea-plane, where they locked the guard into the cargo hold. Barry handed out the Shotguns and Rifles and they gathered around Chris. "Alright," He said. "the guard says that Jill has been taken underground in a secret Lab. We'll head there together and spread out." They nodded and head toward the Military Training Facility where Chris led them underground into the Lab where Chris met Wesker last time. "Alright," Chris said. "Spread out and find the entrance." The paired off and started to search. Barry probed a section of wall as Carlos leant against it lazily. Barry poked a group of electrodes and the like. Suddenly the section of wall Carlos leant against opened and the Hispanic fell in. The all gathered around the entrance staring down at Carlos as he struggled to his feet. "Let's go." Chris said. They followed him down the hallway to a dor at the far end. The door they entered through closed and locked. Leon ran back and tried to open it. He looked back at the others, shaking his head, no good. Chris raised his carbine and motioned for Barry to open the new door. Barry pressed the activation button and stepped back. There was a slow hiss as the door started to open. They all stepped back in anticipation. Zombies started to pour through the opening. Chris and Barry opened fire as they all backed down the hall. Chris pumped the trigger of his rifle taking up target after target. Barry blew the head off a zombie with a high powered .357 round. The others stepped up and joined, firing Shotguns and M16 rifles. The sound of weapon fire dominated the small hall. Chris shot the last zombie through the left eye and reloaded the rifle. He started forward and stepped through the door. The next room had a security desk in the middle and four doors, two on either side of the desk. Chris walked up to the desk and checked it out. There was no power to the monitors but one worked. Chris flipped it on. It showed a long corridor the had a door at the end labelled Emergency Exit. "We'll split up and look for Jill and the exit." Chris said. They split up and each group head for a door.
Rebecca and Steve walked down the white hallway checking every door they come across. "Say, Rebecca." Steve said. "You wouldn't want to say come see a movie with me sometime would you?" Rebecca looked at him as they walked. She smiled. "I've never dated a dead man." She said. "But sure." Steve felt a rush of affection and love pulse through him. He smiled. "Cool."
Leon and Claire searched a room which was obviously and armoury. It was ransacked and there was nothing of interest. Leon came across a locked cabinet. He drew his pistol and shot the lock. He opened the cupboard and removed an M79 Grenade Launcher from the cabinet. Claire snatched it from his hands handing over the M16 to Leon. "I've had experience with one of these." She said, opening the breach inspecting it expertly. Leon looked around at the ransacked room. He unclipped the radio from his belt. "Hey guys, I think something big happened here." He said. "And recently."
Chris unclipped his own radio, looking around the ruined office room he was in. "Yeah." He said. He picked up a hand full of papers and rifled through them. Something happened here, but what? How? He tossed the papers aside. There was a sound from the closet behind him. He turned and raised the rifle. He reached for the door nob and opened the door. A man fell out onto the floor. He got up and raised his hands. "Don't shoot!" He cried. Chris released his finger slowly. "Who are you?" Chris asked. "A scientist." The man replied. "What are you doing here?" Chris asked. "What happened?" The man paused. "One, two." Chris tightened his grip on the rifle. "We were developing a Biological Weapon." The man said. "The virus escaped." Chris narrowed his eyes. "There was a woman she was a prisoner." The man nodded. "She's down in the prison." "Take me." Chris said.
The man led him down a long hallway the ended at an elevator. Every now and then Chris would leave a red chalk mark on a wall to let the others know where he was going. Chris stepped in the elevator after the man, keeping the rifle level with his back. The man pushed a button and they descended. "How many guards are going to be down here?" Chris asked. The man hesitated. "Guards?" Chris prodded him hard with the rifle. "None." He said. "That man, or monster, or whatever he is doesn't think he needs them." Wesker. Chris pursed his lips. The door slowly slid up. Nothing. The man led Chris past several doors until they came to one that was made out of heavy steel. Chris motioned for the man to proceed. The door slid open and Chris walked in cautiously. The room had many cells and at the end an electric chair sat against the far wall. Chris swallowed hard. He proceeded to the end and looked around. No one was here. He turned back to face the man and saw him raised a radio. "Sir, I have him." The man pulled a pistol and aimed it at Chris. "You idiot."
They took Chris into a room that was full of chemistry machines and refrigerators full of experiments. Standing in front of a test chamber was Albert Wesker. In the chamber was something that made Chris shiver. Alexia Ashford. Wesker turned. "Hello, Chris." He said with a grin. Chris snarled. "Where's Jill?" He asked. "Safe." Wesker said. "You should worry about yourself." He took out a pistol, cocking it. "Good-bye Chris." He pointed the pistol and fired.
Carlos and Barry walked down the white hallway checking rooms and rattling doors when they saw the first chalk mark on the wall. They followed it till they came to the cell block where the chalk ended. Barry looked around bewildered. Had Chris found Jill? He unclipped the radio and called for Chris. No reply. "Chris?" He said. "Chris are you there?" Nothing. Carlos walked out on e of the cells carrying Chris's rifle in his hands. Barry called the others and told them of their discovery.
The news hit Claire hard. Leon put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. "He'll be okay." He said. "He is strong. He'll be fine." "Meet back at the main hall." Barry said over the radio.
They all assembled in the hall and took seats. Barry looked at them each in turn. He took a breath. "It is obvious that Chris is in some sort of trouble." He said. "Now, we have to decide. Decide whether to find him or Jill." They sat in silence for a moment heads bowed. Leon looked up at Barry. "Chris would want us to go after Jill." He said quietly. Barry looked at the others and they all nodded reluctantly. "We'll stick together." Barry said. "We'll be safer that way." The rose and slung their weapons starting to the door Barry and Carlos had come through. Claire slowly stood trying to control her feelings but burst into tears.
Sometimes. On a rare occasion. We are given a second chance. Not everyone. But some of us are. A second chance at life. A second chance for love. Sometimes a second chance. Is all it takes.
The evil and despair, the hatred and terror bled away. He had forgotten all that he was made for. All that he stood for. He groggily got to his feet and stumbled to a chair. Slumping down he ran a hand through his long spiky hair. God that felt good. He let out a breath and smiled despite his pain. He took a deep breath as if it were his first.
Life.
Chris Redfield looked around at the empty lab. Wonder where they are? He looked up at the glass case that had held Alexia. He felt his heart sink. Jill. He stood up and started to a far door. If Alexia is loose then that means trouble. Chris may be back but so was Alexia.
Albert Wesker looked over his monitors at the intruders, who wandered around the corridors of the underground labs apparently looking for Ms. Valentine, sorry, she was Redfield now wasn't she? It didn't matter as soon as she gave birth to his knew pet he would dispose of her. And as for these pesky intruders they would soon be dealt with. He had locked every door that was useful to them and soon they would walk into stage one of his little game.
Barry led the small group into the large room and stopped. Sitting there on the table in front of them was a pile of weapons and boxes of ammunition. After all the locked doors this was a blessing. The door slid shut behind them and they heard the click of the lock.
"Hello, Barry."
They looked up at the loud speaker attached to the wall nearby.
"Wesker."
"Yes. Sorry about locking you in. But I need you for an experiment. You should find everything you need on the table in front of you."
Barry was speechless.
"Oh, and miss Redfield I did enjoy killing your brother. He was quite brave even after the bullet blew his heart out."
The transmission ended and they where speechless. Barry took a breath and walked to the table in front of him and began to go over the many rifles and submachine guns that lay on it.
Whether he liked it or not he was going to play this game.
Chris walked through the crowded laboratory past the science junk that was cluttered all over the place. There was another door at the far end of the lab and Chris headed for it.
"Mr. Redfield."
Chris spun and saw the man in the expensive trench coat standing amongst a pile of science equipment.
"Who are you?" Chris asked an edge in his voice.
"My name is Trent." The man said, walking over to a bench taking a seat.
Trent. The mysterious friend of the STARS?
Chris walked over and took a seat next to him.
"Why am I still alive?" Chris asked.
Trent smiled.
"How little you know." Trent said. "This Virus isn't all bad you know. A long time ago now there where two young scientists."
Trent sat back into the chair in a dreamlike state. "These two scientists made a chemical that ultimately held the key to everlasting human life. They are gone now and their miracle is now a thing of terror." Chris opened his tunic and looked at the where the gunshot wound had been. It was gone.
"Mr. Redfield there is not much time." Trent said. "Your team is in immediate danger and your wife is in even more trouble."
Trent took a box out of his pocket and handed it over to Chris.
"You will need this."
And with that Trent stood and walked to the far door. He reached for the handle and stopped.
"God luck Mr. Redfield."
And with that he was gone.
Chris opened the box and smiled. He reached and pulled the sliver Colt out of the box and cocked it.
Barry and the group looked over the contents of the table. Not much except some ammo and guns they already had. Steve picked up a pair of submachine guns and looked at Rebecca with a smile. Rebecca smiled back and picked up a SPAS 12 riot gun.
"Big gun for a little girl." Carlos said.
Rebecca frowned at him racking the gun.
Barry noticed a LAW rocket launcher laying at the end of the bench and took it. He turned to the others.
"Lets get moving." He turned and walked to the door at the far end of the room.
Leon came up next to him and the others stood back. Barry pulled the door open and brought his Magnum to bear. Zombies began lurching toward them. Barry fired a shot as Leon peppered them with M16 ammunition. The Zombies overpowered them in a flurry of limbs and teeth.
"Leon!" Claire screamed.
Steve jumped forward and raised the submachine guns, opening fire. The zombies twisted and contorted as the nine millimetre rounds tore into them. One zombie had Barry by the neck. Suddenly a gout of blood burst out of it's back as Barry pumped a powerful shot into it.
Leon and Barry climbed out from under the corpses covered in blood.
Claire ran forward and embraced Leon.
"Leon!" She said. "Are you okay?"
He smiled.
"Damaged but serviceable." He said.
Barry dusted a piece of Brain off his tunic.
"We should be more careful from now on." He said.
They all nodded and stepped into the hall beyond the door. They walked down a dark hall that ran about 30 feet to another door. Barry looked to Leon. Leon nodded and grabbed the hand as Barry raised the Python to cover him. Leon ripped the door open and stepped inside. The next room was a large room about 100m square with a bridge running across. They all started across the bridge, guns up in case of trouble. Barry and Leon at the front, Rebecca and Steve at the back.
Leon was looking ahead at the approaching door when he heard the hiss. Suddenly Steve opened up at the back with the submachine guns, Leon spun and saw the Licker leaping through the air, it's giant tongue flicking through the air.
Oh, Shit. Leon thought.
Chris had already dispatched a few clumsy guards and requisitioned their ammo. Now he could hear the sound of another coming down the hall. He stepped out of the alcove he was standing in and raised the Colt. Before the guard could raise the Thompson sluing over his arm Chris shot him in the forehead and put him down.
Chris picked up the old Tommy gun and checked the 20 round clip. It was full.
Wonder why they are using Tommy guns? This old number sure packs a punch but they're over sixty years old!
He took the spare ammo and stood up, holstering his Colt. He knew he was getting close the high powered Submachine gun he had just requisitioned was proof of that. He headed for the next door and opened it.
The group backed away as the Licker tore into Steve's lifeless body. Rebecca was crying as Leon pulled her away from the deadly monster. Leon raised his Magnum and fired at the things skull. The .50 calibre bullet took a chunk out but it only served to piss the thing off. Rebecca raised the SPAS and opened up a series of powerful shots. The thing dived on top of her and pinned her to the ground, the shotgun flying out of her hands. Leon put the M16 to the monsters head and emptied the magazine into it. It went limp, Leon pulled Rebecca out from under the heavy body and the group sprinted for the door. Barry snatched the handle and opened it. A towering monster stood there and they all backed up. The familiar shape of the T-002 Tyrant stepped out onto the bridge and slowly started for them.
"Run!!!" Barry cried as they started for the door at the other end.
Carlos was the first to reach it he grabbed the handle but it was no good.
They turned to face the Tyrant which was only five feet away now. Claire raised the M79 and fired a grenade at the towering giant but only succeeded in slowing it down.
"Oh god!" Rebecca said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The bloody fingers curled around the grip of the SPAS and pointed it at the back of the Tyrant.
Barry fired his last round at the head of the monster and in a last desperate attempt threw his empty gun at it. At the monster raised it's giant claw to take a swipe at them a shot gun blast smashed into the back of it's skull. The monster turned as the shotgun was racked and fired again. The Tyrant crumbled to the floor revealing Steve bloody but alive standing on the bridge holding the smoking shotgun.
Rebecca ran over and hugged him in tears.
Chris was crouched behind a bench in what appeared to be a prison. He could hear Wesker talking.
"That's right your husband is dead and now your all mine."
Jill! Chris stood up and put the Thompson to his shoulder. With a bloodcurdling battle cry he fired at the group in the middle of the room. Three men armed with shotguns went down in a hail of high powered bullets their blood spraying on the walls of the enclosed room. Chris spun and took up another target. It was the guard that had led him into the trap. He was stitched across the belly by .45 bullets. Two more guards went down, shot in the back.
"Chris!" It was Jill.
Wesker had her by the throat pushing her to a far door.
"Jill!" Chris cried.
He started over but the door shut. There was a card reader next to the door. Chris spun and searched the nearest guard. Nothing.
"Is this what you're looking for?" The gut shot guard asked, holding up the plastic card.
Chris stood and walked over to the man. The man looked at the card and held it up to Chris.
"Take it." He said. "As a sign of my apologise." Chris took the card and nodded. He extended his right hand and the man shook it. Chris nodded again and started to the door.
The small group ran as fast as they could down the hallway, the mutant dogs barking at their heels. Carlos reached the door and wrenched it open. They all dove through as Barry shut it and threw his considerable bulk against it, breathing hard. They where in a large room that had a large cargo elevator in the centre and a walkway that ran around the top, with no visible way to reach it. The cargo elevator was down. "Good work." It was Wesker. "Now unfortunately I must leave you. Me and Ms. Valentine, I mean, Mrs. Redfield have to catch a plane. I leave you with one last treat, though." The intercom clicked off and the elevator in the middle of the room started up. "Everyone start climbing up those struts to that upper platform." Barry said pointing to the walkway. They all broke off and began to climb. Whatever was coming up that elevator wasn't going to be good.
Chris sprinted down the corridor and rounded a corner and saw the light ahead. He ran faster and arrived into the courtyard of the Military Training Facility. He looked up at the balcony and saw Wesker holding his wife over a hole in the ground that led into the sewers. Chris was grabbed by powerful arms and forced to the ground, the Thompson flying out of his hands. He heard the groaning of Zombies and knew he was in trouble. Through the slimy, bloody arms of the zombies he could see Wesker drawing a knife. The realization hit him full force. This was just like his dream. He felt the teeth sink into his arm and he winced. Wesker was bringing the knife to Jill's throat. With unknown strength Chris forced his way out of the horde of Zombies and drew the Colt .45 and fired. The round hit Wesker in the shoulder. He was knocked backwards with the force of the shot, dropping Jill who fell from the balcony into the hole, disappearing from sight. Chris stood up and walked forward. Extending his right hand he pointed his bloody index finger at Wesker. "WESKER THIS TIME YOU DIE!!!" He screamed.
Carlos aimed the M16A2 at the space where the Cargo elevator would very soon appear. He closed his eyes and he let out a steady breath. OK now was the time to get serious. Barry loaded the last of his Magnum rounds into the Python and swallowed. Let's do it. Steve cocked the submachine guns and patted Rebecca on the leg with a smile. She pumped the SPAS and smiled back, wiping some blood off of his forehead. Thank god for the T-Virus. Leon smiled at Claire but saw a look of worry on her face. He wrapped his arm around her. "Chris is gonna be fine." He said, hoping it was true. He pointed the M16 at the hole in the floor and waited.
Chris rammed his head into Wesker's mid section and heard the man grunt. He brought his head up and smashed it into Wesker's jaw. Wesker punched Chris in the stomach and pushed him over backward. He brought his foot up and prepared to smash it down onto Chris. Chris grabbed his boot and pulled him down and rolled on top of him. "You know Wesker." Chris whispered. "I never did like you much." Chris head butted him. Wesker wrapped his hands around Chris's throat and started to squeeze with inhuman strength, he rolled over so he had Chris pinned to the ground. He leant in real close so Chris could hear him. "I will enjoy violating your wife." Wesker whispered very softly. "It really is a pity about your friends though, it's a pity they died so easily." Chris fumbled in his pocket and extracted a round metal object. He brought it up so it was in between him and Wesker. He grabbed the metal ring, which was hanging off it. "Good bye, Wesker." Chris gasped. He pulled the pin on grenade and smiled. Wesker's eyes went wide and he rolled off Chris, who threw the grenade s high into the air as he could. It exploded and illuminated the entire area. Chris slowly rose to his feet. Wesker stared up at him in terror from where he was laying. "No." He said. "This is the end of the road Wesker." Chris said, pointing a finger at him.
Chris ran forward and kicked Wesker in the stomach, reaching down and seizing him by the collar he lifted him to his feet. Threw him over the balcony of courtyard. Wesker had barely enough time to utter a scream before he was impaled on the fence below. Chris slowly walked over to the edge and looked over the side. "Game over." Chris whispered.
The elevator reached the top with a resounding clunk. The slender naked figure stood in the middle. The figure was female and very beautiful. Long blonde hair flowed down her naked back, every part of her body perfectly beautiful. Carlos had too fight the urge to stand up and whistle. Barry sighted the Python at the pretty face of the girl on the elevator and waited. Leon frowned in wonder. Claire peered closely at the face and her eyes went wide in horror. She sighted down the M79 and fired. Steve heard the shot and realized who was standing on that platform. Alexia Ashford. He raised the submachine guns and started emptying them into the back of the pretty girl. The grenade hit Alexia in the head and exploded. The pretty face was blown apart at the seams brain and flesh flying in all directions. Then it stopped. The exploded pieces came back in mid air and with slow precision started to reform into the pretty face it once was. "Fire!" Barry cried. They all opened up with their weapons, blowing chunks off the feminine body, which automatically formed back on. Calmly Alexia raised an arm and sent a stream of liquid like fire in Claire's direction. Claire rolled out of the way dodging the attack. Carlos took aim and fired at the woman. Alexia threw fire in his direction. He dove to his left but the fire nicked his shoulder, igniting him. "Fuck!" He howled, rolling around on the floor. We'll never be able to beat this devil bitch, not enough ammo. Barry thought. He fired a heavy Magnum shot at Alexia and sighed. He reached around his back to take out some ammo and felt the plastic tubing of the LAW rocket.
Yes!
He grabbed and pulled the pin that would unfold it and brought it to his shoulder. Alexia saw this and threw fire at him. Barry dove out of the way, the LAW skidding across the floor. Leon saw the launcher skid away and ran for it. He snatched it up and brought it to his shoulder. Aiming down the simple sights he depressed the two firing buttons and shielded his face from the heat of the rocket. The rocket soared through the air and hit Alexia in the mid section. Leon looked back just in time to see a smug look on Alexia's beautiful features before the rocket exploded blowing her into a fine mist which splayed all over the walls.
Chris pencil dived into the sewage waters and surfaced wading over to where Jill lay against some rocks. He put his arms under her and lifted her up. He waded to the steps of the Military Training Facility. "The self destruct system has been activated. You have four minutes to reach minimum safe distance." Great. Chris thought. He started to jog back to the airport. As he passed through the Courtyard he saw that Wesker was gone.
Barry led the team into the airport and they all piled into the cockpit. Barry and Leon began flicking switches and got the engine running. He started plane forward, there was only one minute left. "Wait!" Claire said. "What about Chris?" Barry bowed his head. "No time." He said. Rebecca sat looking out the window. The plane was moving slow enough for her to make out features of the island. As they passed a large corridor she saw the figure running down, illuminated be bright lights behind. "Look!" She said pointing. Chris held an unconscious Jill in his arms as he sprinted down the corridor toward the plane. Leon opened the door waving for Chris to hurry. Chris was breathing hard but he put on the extra speed and dove through the door as the plane passed and lifted off.
Jill weakly opened her eyes. She smiled as her vision cleared and saw Chris looking down at her with a smile. He ran a hand through her hair. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "Not bad." She whispered. Chris bent down and hugged her, holding back the tears welling in his eyes.
Andrew Maclintock felt the plane take off and stood up stretching. They had him crammed up in this stupid cargo bay for hours! He walked amongst the crates to get the feeling back in his legs when he heard the sound behind him. He turned and saw a naked woman, her face hidden by the dark of the cargo bay, but he could see she was quite beautiful. She had a smile on her face as she walked toward him.
As Chris looked into Jill's eyes and the others sat around the cockpit resting, they heard the scream come from the cargo hold. Chris had almost forgot about the prisoner they had nabbed. They all looked at the door to the bay quizzically. There was something red seeping from under the door. Chris walked over and touched it. It was blood. "Now what?" Chris said with a sigh. And something told him he didn't want to find out.
Chris opened the door and scanned from left to right with the M79 and saw the guard hanging up on a cargo net against the wall torn apart. Now what!?
He slowly walked forward looking between the crates opening the big Cargo/ Jump door at the back. Alexia Ashford stepped out of the dark and with one vicious stroke tore the launcher from his hands, sending it out the back dor and into oblivion. She grabbed Chris by the shoulders and held him up. Chris drove a knee into her stomach, to no effect. She started to squeeze him in a bear hug and Chris felt a rib snap. Alexia smiled. "Your sister is next." She said squeezing tighter. "And then your wife, Then your friends." Chris looked out the back door and saw the burning facility below. He put his feet against the wall. "Stay away from my friends!" He screamed and pushed of the wall. Alexia tripped and they both fell out the door into the rushing wind.
Leon ran into the back with and M16 and looked around. There was no sign of Chris anywhere. "Chris!" He yelled despite the wind. "A little help!" He looked toward the door and saw Chris hanging out the back. He fan over and helped him up. "I am really getting sick of Umbrella!" Chris said, with a sigh. He looked out the back at the burning facility and frowned. "Do you think he mad it out?" Leon asked. "Who?" Chris asked. "Wesker." "No." Chris replied. "No I don't think so."
The helicopter touched down and the pilot got out and looked around at them men on the helipad. Most where ex-Umbrella but some where mercenaries. "How did it go?" The captain asked. "Not so well." The man said. "Don't worry. We'll get them eventually." The captain said. "Won't we, Mr. Wesker?"
A.N. Well there we go, another one done. Next I think we'll celebrate the spirit of Christmas, or something and take a break from action for a bit. If anyone want's to talk about anything so far please Email me I'll be glad to talk about anything at all.
This one's for me and all those who have lost. Who had the one they wanted taken by someone else.
Chris sat in the dark room on the couch with a corona in his hand staring into the blackness. He bought the bottle up to his lips and took a drink. It still haunted him in his sleep. He could feel the bugs crawling over him in the dark the rain pouring into the hole in the ground, the intense heat of the day. He took another sip. Then to come home and have it all taken away. The kid was due any day now. A tear rolled down his cheek. He threw the bottle on the ground and slowly got up. He walked down the hall toward the stairs, slowly walking up them. When he got to the top he walked down the hall to his room. He fell heavily on the bed and lay on his side. He reached across and picked up a picture of him and Jill on their wedding day. He sobbed and held the picture to his chest. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "Why?" He asked. "Why did you do it to me?" The phone rang and he ripped it from the wall and threw it across the room.
Claire and Leon pulled up out the front of the dark lifeless house and got out. They walked up to the front dor. Claire slowly opened it and stepped in. The house was musty. "Chris?" She called softly. No answer. They walked down the hall and quietly up the stairs. They walked to Chris's room and found him asleep. "Chris?" Claire said. Chris stirred awake and saw them. He rolled over away from them. "Go away." He said. "Chris we're starting the investigation into Jill's kidnapping." Leon said. Chris closed his bloodshot eyes. "Leave me alone." Claire walked out shaking her head. Leon stood there defiantly. "What happened to you?" He said. "The guy who helped six other men survive a meat grinder?" He grunted. "If it weren't for you I would be dead." Chris didn't move. Why won't he just leave me alone? "Fine." Leon said finally. "You stay there I'm sure Wesker will have fun with your son!" Leon spun and walked out leaving Chris on the bed. Wesker stood there, laughing, mocking Chris as he struggled with the zombies that ate at his flesh. He held his wife up in his hand and drew a knife with the other. He slowly brought it across to Jill's delicate throat. Chris sat up with a scream. Laying back he breathed out slow. Wesker, Jill, His son, Leon, Claire, all those STARS members. Chris snarled. He got up and walked to a drawer opening it he withdrew a box and opened it removing the silver Colt that Barry had given him. Cocking it he walked over to the cupboard and took out his STARS uniform.
Barry stood at the front of the office and looked at the volunteers around him. Claire, Leon, Rebecca, Carlos and Steve who sat at the back of the room. Without Chris there was just no point. He picked up all information he had on Wesker and pulled down a map. He turned to the group and started when the door opened and Chris, freshly shaven and washed, walked in. "Chris!" Claire got up and hugged him. Barry smiled. Chris walked up to the front of the room and put the map away. He turned to face everyone. "Wesker is on the island that Claire was kept on." He said. "If I know Wesker, that is where he'll be." The others contemplated that for a moment. It was reasonable. "But it was destroyed." Claire said. "Not completely." Chris said. "The lower levels where intact when I followed you through there." Claire nodded. "I don't want go back there." Steve whined. Chris narrowed his eyes and looked to the back of the room. "What the fuck are you to doing here?" He asked. "I want to get Jill back too." Carlos said. Chris grinned. "Really?" Carlos shifted uneasy in his seat. "Uh, yeah." Chris stared at him with that insane grin. Carlos tried to act normally. Chris could tell he was making him uneasy and kept it up. "Uh, Chris time is running out." Barry said. Chris slowly looked away. "Now there was an underground airport for seaplanes so we'll take a seaplane, I'll drop from the plane by parachute and secure the airport first. Then you follow." He said. "How do we get the seaplane?" Rebecca asked. "Raccoon City is landlocked." Chris thought. "There is a Naval base not far away, they got a seaplane." Chris said. "How do we get it?" Leon asked. "We sneak in and take it." Chris replied. The others nodded one by one. "Let's get my Jill back!" Carlos said. Chris ran at him and punched him in the nose.
They all met at Barry's house late in the night Barry dished out hand guns to all of them. Chris had his Colt, Rebecca took a low powered .38, Leon took a Desert Eagle, Claire a Walther, Barry took his patented Colt Python, Steve and Carlos took Beretta's. Chris put his chute into the back of the van as well as a bag of rifles. They all piled in the Barry started to drive them down the highway out of town. Chris and Barry sat in the front, the others sat on the floor in the back. Carlos sat next to Rebecca. "Say, do you like Hispanics?" He asked. Rebecca scoffed and moved away. Carlos followed. Rebecca stood up and walked up taking the seat between Chris and Barry. Carlos bashed his fist on the floor. Steve stared at Leon sitting with Claire in the back. "I missed you." Leon said taking her hand. "Me too." Claire said smiling. Steve stared feeling empty inside. He lowered his head and swallowed it all back. It don't mean nothing. Chris inserted a CD and leant back. Bruce Springsteen began playing. I'm coming Jilly.
Chris removed the bolt cutters from his belt and cut a hole in the fence. Sneaking through he found the plane and secured it. Motioning the others to come through. He got in the cockpit and started the four engines as the others got in and took seats. Chris powered the plane forward and lifted off. When they reached an appropriate height Chris set Autopilot and turned to the others. "Right." He said. "Barry you go with Carlos, Claire you go with Leon, Steve you and Rebecca, And I am by myself." They all nodded. Chris told them to get to sleep. They all filed out of the cockpit into the Cargo bay at the back and Chris sat down heavily Pilot seat. He picked up his chute and checked it, seeing everything was okay he picked up the Ruger Mini-14 rifle and checked it. Placing it down he leant back into his chair. The door behind him opened and Steve walked out and took a seat next to him. "What's up Steve?" Chris asked. "I know what it is like to lose some-one you love." Steve said. Chris looked at him. "Claire?" Steve nodded. "She was devastated when you died." Chris said. "She had to move on." Steve nodded. "I know and I'm happy for her, but it's not so easy." Steve shook his head and laughed a little. Chris looked at him. "What's so funny?" "This always happens to me." Steve replied laughing again. Chris smiled weakly. Steve stood up and walked back top the Cargo room. He stopped and looked back at Chris. "I hope all works out for you." He said and left. Chris sat back in the plush chair and crossed his arms over his chest to keep warm and fell asleep.
Rebecca knelt over her medical kit checking everything was there, when Steve walked in. She looked up at him. "Steve, right?" She asked. He nodded. "You died?" She asked. "Didn't you?" He nodded and smiled. Rebecca started to rise, Steve extended his hand. Rebecca took it and got up, noticing he held her hand a little longer than necessary. Together they walked to the back of the plane and sat between two crates to talk. "You scared?" He asked. She shook her head. "Been through it all before." "Me too." Steve replied with a glint in his eye.
Carlos sat next to the dozing Barry watching Steve talking with Rebecca. He looked at the sleeping man next to him and groaned. Great a chick magnet like me stuck with an old man. He shrugged. If he beat Chris to Jill that would change it all. He laughed lightly. Barry opened an eye and looked at the Hispanic. Raising a massive palm he smacked the man on the back of the head. Carlos turned and saw Barry still asleep. Looking up he couldn't see anything and assumed Barry must have done it in his sleep. Moving a little away from Barry he settled in. Barry opened huis eye again and saw Carlos close his eyes. Reaching out he shoved him. Carlos turned and saw Barry still asleep. Frowning he lay back again closing his eyes again. Barry reached over again and smacked him in the forehead. Carlos turned and shoved the sleeping Barry who woke and grabbed Carlos by the collar. "What the hell is your problem?" He asked. Carlos stuttered. "Uh, sorry."
Leon stroked Claire's hair gently as she dozed on his chest. The horror he had experienced in that cage. He shuddered. Claire woke and looked at him. "What's wrong?" She asked. Leon stared at her. He couldn't. It was too much to go back. "Nothing." He said looking away.
Chris was crawling through the dark while the rain beat down around him. He saw the guard sleeping by the hootch. He slipped up close to him, close enough to look the man full in the eye. The guard opened his eyes. Chris punched him in the side of the head and picked up the mans rifle. Rising the butt high into the air he struck it down viciously. Chris stirred awake. He could see the island below through the clouds and hit the intercom. "We are over the island now every body up." The others came through the door and took seats in the cockpit. Chris stood and shrugged on the chute and strapping the rifle to his leg. Taking out the Colt he screwed the heavy silencer on the barrel. He holstered the gun and head toward the door. "The plane will land in 3 minutes." Barry said. "Good luck." Chris smiled and leaped out into the night. Claire walked over and shut the door.
Chris touched down gently in main yard of the Military Training Facility. Releasing the chute he drew the pistol and looked around. Empty. He head to the elevator and hit the button. "Who's there?" A voice called from behind him. Chris spun and shot. The man was dressed in black, carrying an Armalite rifle. The heavy .45 bullet hit him in the eye blowing the back of his head out in a mist of blood and bone. Lowering the pistol Chris turned back to the elevator and got in. As he descended in the darkness he remembered his way around. This should come out in the top floor of the airport. The door opened and he saw the plane below. Making his way across the bridge he climbed down to meet the plane. As he strode over to the plane the door behind him opened. A man stepped out and started to raise a rifle. Chris turned and shot him. The team filed out of the plane and gathered around Chris. He looked at the pairs in front of him. "Alright." He said. "Barry, Carlos you too take the prison." He gave them directions and turned to the next pair. "Leon, Claire you two take that private residence." They nodded. "Rebecca, Steve the mansion." He took a breath. "I'll take this facility." Barry handed out radios and they head off.
Rebecca and Steve walked with Claire and Leon until they reached the Mansion and the separated. Rebecca and Steve looked around the spacious Mansion in awe. Searching through the rooms they came to the room in the back that had the projector in it. When they stepped in they where hit with a rotten smell that they both recognized. Death. Laying in the centre of the room was a corpse infested with maggots and festering sores. Rebecca ran over and looked at it. Steve drew his Berretta. Rebecca stared at the corpse. Looking closely at the wounds, they looked kinda like.bite marks. The corpse leapt to life. Rebecca reeled back in terror as Steve raised the pistol and fired at the zombies head. Rebecca was splattered with blood as the monsters head exploded. "Great." Steve muttered. "More Zombies."
Barry and Carlos where walking through the cemetery when they heard the radio beep. Barry reached for it. "Guys listen up. This is Steve. It would appear that there are still some Zombies around." A hand burst out of the ground and grabbed Carlos by the ankle. "Oh, Shit!" Carlos cried. Calmly Barry drew his Python and aimed at Carlos's feet. "What are you doing!?" Carlos cried. Barry fired at his feet and the hand let go slowly sinking back into the ground. "Crap." Barry said. "Sex man and now this!"
Claire and Leon walked into the main hall of the Private Residence and looked around. A chill ran up Claire's spine as she remembered the maniac she had met here. "What's wrong?" Leon asked. "Nothing." She said. "Just remembering." There was a shuffling sound coming from up on the landing. Leon drew his Desert Eagle. Keeping it raised he walked quietly up the stairs, Claire close behind her Walther out. They reached the first landing, nothing. Starting along the landing they reached the second set of stairs and started up. They reached the top and saw a man standing idly with his back to them. The radio beeped and the man turned exposing a festering face of rotten flesh. Leon didn't hesitate as he fired a .50 calibre bullet into it's face. It took the head clean off. They looked at each other. "Zombies."
Chris had the radio off as he crept through the wrecked halls of the Military Training Facility. He had the radio off for added stealth as he prowled around looking for his wife. As he neared a corner he heard automatic rifle fire and a blood-curdling scream. Chris unscrewed the silencer and turned the corner. He saw the familiar shape and gasped. A hunter stood in the hall way over the wrecked body of one of the soldiers, it's brooding body dominating the small space. It slowly turned to face Chris. Chris reached down and grabbed the handle of the Ruger and raised it firing into the centre of the now advancing Hunter. The light bullets put holes into the chest of the beast but it was not enough. The Hunter jumped on Chris and smashed him into the ground, the rifle going flying. The monster raised it's claw to drive it into Chris's face. Chris pulled the Colt from it's holster and brought it to the monsters face. Putting the barrel to the monsters eye he pulled the trigger and the Hunter went limp. "Son of a bitch." Chris muttered. He crawled out from under the huge beast and picked up the rifle. Taking the radio from his belt he bought it to his mouth. "After you finish your search report back to the seaplane." He said and released the send button.
Barry and Carlos opened the door and stepped into the room that had the holding cell in it. A guard started to rise from behind the desk Barry pointed the Python at him. "Don't move." Barry said. Carlos walked over and checked the cells. Empty. Barry sat on the desk holding the gun level with the mans head. "Jill Valentine Redfield." He said. "Where is she?" The man sat still. Barry pulled the trigger, placing the powerful shot in the wall next to the guards head. "I won't miss next time." Barry said.
They all met back at the sea-plane, where they locked the guard into the cargo hold. Barry handed out the Shotguns and Rifles and they gathered around Chris. "Alright," He said. "the guard says that Jill has been taken underground in a secret Lab. We'll head there together and spread out." They nodded and head toward the Military Training Facility where Chris led them underground into the Lab where Chris met Wesker last time. "Alright," Chris said. "Spread out and find the entrance." The paired off and started to search. Barry probed a section of wall as Carlos leant against it lazily. Barry poked a group of electrodes and the like. Suddenly the section of wall Carlos leant against opened and the Hispanic fell in. The all gathered around the entrance staring down at Carlos as he struggled to his feet. "Let's go." Chris said. They followed him down the hallway to a dor at the far end. The door they entered through closed and locked. Leon ran back and tried to open it. He looked back at the others, shaking his head, no good. Chris raised his carbine and motioned for Barry to open the new door. Barry pressed the activation button and stepped back. There was a slow hiss as the door started to open. They all stepped back in anticipation. Zombies started to pour through the opening. Chris and Barry opened fire as they all backed down the hall. Chris pumped the trigger of his rifle taking up target after target. Barry blew the head off a zombie with a high powered .357 round. The others stepped up and joined, firing Shotguns and M16 rifles. The sound of weapon fire dominated the small hall. Chris shot the last zombie through the left eye and reloaded the rifle. He started forward and stepped through the door. The next room had a security desk in the middle and four doors, two on either side of the desk. Chris walked up to the desk and checked it out. There was no power to the monitors but one worked. Chris flipped it on. It showed a long corridor the had a door at the end labelled Emergency Exit. "We'll split up and look for Jill and the exit." Chris said. They split up and each group head for a door.
Rebecca and Steve walked down the white hallway checking every door they come across. "Say, Rebecca." Steve said. "You wouldn't want to say come see a movie with me sometime would you?" Rebecca looked at him as they walked. She smiled. "I've never dated a dead man." She said. "But sure." Steve felt a rush of affection and love pulse through him. He smiled. "Cool."
Leon and Claire searched a room which was obviously and armoury. It was ransacked and there was nothing of interest. Leon came across a locked cabinet. He drew his pistol and shot the lock. He opened the cupboard and removed an M79 Grenade Launcher from the cabinet. Claire snatched it from his hands handing over the M16 to Leon. "I've had experience with one of these." She said, opening the breach inspecting it expertly. Leon looked around at the ransacked room. He unclipped the radio from his belt. "Hey guys, I think something big happened here." He said. "And recently."
Chris unclipped his own radio, looking around the ruined office room he was in. "Yeah." He said. He picked up a hand full of papers and rifled through them. Something happened here, but what? How? He tossed the papers aside. There was a sound from the closet behind him. He turned and raised the rifle. He reached for the door nob and opened the door. A man fell out onto the floor. He got up and raised his hands. "Don't shoot!" He cried. Chris released his finger slowly. "Who are you?" Chris asked. "A scientist." The man replied. "What are you doing here?" Chris asked. "What happened?" The man paused. "One, two." Chris tightened his grip on the rifle. "We were developing a Biological Weapon." The man said. "The virus escaped." Chris narrowed his eyes. "There was a woman she was a prisoner." The man nodded. "She's down in the prison." "Take me." Chris said.
The man led him down a long hallway the ended at an elevator. Every now and then Chris would leave a red chalk mark on a wall to let the others know where he was going. Chris stepped in the elevator after the man, keeping the rifle level with his back. The man pushed a button and they descended. "How many guards are going to be down here?" Chris asked. The man hesitated. "Guards?" Chris prodded him hard with the rifle. "None." He said. "That man, or monster, or whatever he is doesn't think he needs them." Wesker. Chris pursed his lips. The door slowly slid up. Nothing. The man led Chris past several doors until they came to one that was made out of heavy steel. Chris motioned for the man to proceed. The door slid open and Chris walked in cautiously. The room had many cells and at the end an electric chair sat against the far wall. Chris swallowed hard. He proceeded to the end and looked around. No one was here. He turned back to face the man and saw him raised a radio. "Sir, I have him." The man pulled a pistol and aimed it at Chris. "You idiot."
They took Chris into a room that was full of chemistry machines and refrigerators full of experiments. Standing in front of a test chamber was Albert Wesker. In the chamber was something that made Chris shiver. Alexia Ashford. Wesker turned. "Hello, Chris." He said with a grin. Chris snarled. "Where's Jill?" He asked. "Safe." Wesker said. "You should worry about yourself." He took out a pistol, cocking it. "Good-bye Chris." He pointed the pistol and fired.
Carlos and Barry walked down the white hallway checking rooms and rattling doors when they saw the first chalk mark on the wall. They followed it till they came to the cell block where the chalk ended. Barry looked around bewildered. Had Chris found Jill? He unclipped the radio and called for Chris. No reply. "Chris?" He said. "Chris are you there?" Nothing. Carlos walked out on e of the cells carrying Chris's rifle in his hands. Barry called the others and told them of their discovery.
The news hit Claire hard. Leon put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. "He'll be okay." He said. "He is strong. He'll be fine." "Meet back at the main hall." Barry said over the radio.
They all assembled in the hall and took seats. Barry looked at them each in turn. He took a breath. "It is obvious that Chris is in some sort of trouble." He said. "Now, we have to decide. Decide whether to find him or Jill." They sat in silence for a moment heads bowed. Leon looked up at Barry. "Chris would want us to go after Jill." He said quietly. Barry looked at the others and they all nodded reluctantly. "We'll stick together." Barry said. "We'll be safer that way." The rose and slung their weapons starting to the door Barry and Carlos had come through. Claire slowly stood trying to control her feelings but burst into tears.
Sometimes. On a rare occasion. We are given a second chance. Not everyone. But some of us are. A second chance at life. A second chance for love. Sometimes a second chance. Is all it takes.
The evil and despair, the hatred and terror bled away. He had forgotten all that he was made for. All that he stood for. He groggily got to his feet and stumbled to a chair. Slumping down he ran a hand through his long spiky hair. God that felt good. He let out a breath and smiled despite his pain. He took a deep breath as if it were his first.
Life.
Chris Redfield looked around at the empty lab. Wonder where they are? He looked up at the glass case that had held Alexia. He felt his heart sink. Jill. He stood up and started to a far door. If Alexia is loose then that means trouble. Chris may be back but so was Alexia.
Albert Wesker looked over his monitors at the intruders, who wandered around the corridors of the underground labs apparently looking for Ms. Valentine, sorry, she was Redfield now wasn't she? It didn't matter as soon as she gave birth to his knew pet he would dispose of her. And as for these pesky intruders they would soon be dealt with. He had locked every door that was useful to them and soon they would walk into stage one of his little game.
Barry led the small group into the large room and stopped. Sitting there on the table in front of them was a pile of weapons and boxes of ammunition. After all the locked doors this was a blessing. The door slid shut behind them and they heard the click of the lock.
"Hello, Barry."
They looked up at the loud speaker attached to the wall nearby.
"Wesker."
"Yes. Sorry about locking you in. But I need you for an experiment. You should find everything you need on the table in front of you."
Barry was speechless.
"Oh, and miss Redfield I did enjoy killing your brother. He was quite brave even after the bullet blew his heart out."
The transmission ended and they where speechless. Barry took a breath and walked to the table in front of him and began to go over the many rifles and submachine guns that lay on it.
Whether he liked it or not he was going to play this game.
Chris walked through the crowded laboratory past the science junk that was cluttered all over the place. There was another door at the far end of the lab and Chris headed for it.
"Mr. Redfield."
Chris spun and saw the man in the expensive trench coat standing amongst a pile of science equipment.
"Who are you?" Chris asked an edge in his voice.
"My name is Trent." The man said, walking over to a bench taking a seat.
Trent. The mysterious friend of the STARS?
Chris walked over and took a seat next to him.
"Why am I still alive?" Chris asked.
Trent smiled.
"How little you know." Trent said. "This Virus isn't all bad you know. A long time ago now there where two young scientists."
Trent sat back into the chair in a dreamlike state. "These two scientists made a chemical that ultimately held the key to everlasting human life. They are gone now and their miracle is now a thing of terror." Chris opened his tunic and looked at the where the gunshot wound had been. It was gone.
"Mr. Redfield there is not much time." Trent said. "Your team is in immediate danger and your wife is in even more trouble."
Trent took a box out of his pocket and handed it over to Chris.
"You will need this."
And with that Trent stood and walked to the far door. He reached for the handle and stopped.
"God luck Mr. Redfield."
And with that he was gone.
Chris opened the box and smiled. He reached and pulled the sliver Colt out of the box and cocked it.
Barry and the group looked over the contents of the table. Not much except some ammo and guns they already had. Steve picked up a pair of submachine guns and looked at Rebecca with a smile. Rebecca smiled back and picked up a SPAS 12 riot gun.
"Big gun for a little girl." Carlos said.
Rebecca frowned at him racking the gun.
Barry noticed a LAW rocket launcher laying at the end of the bench and took it. He turned to the others.
"Lets get moving." He turned and walked to the door at the far end of the room.
Leon came up next to him and the others stood back. Barry pulled the door open and brought his Magnum to bear. Zombies began lurching toward them. Barry fired a shot as Leon peppered them with M16 ammunition. The Zombies overpowered them in a flurry of limbs and teeth.
"Leon!" Claire screamed.
Steve jumped forward and raised the submachine guns, opening fire. The zombies twisted and contorted as the nine millimetre rounds tore into them. One zombie had Barry by the neck. Suddenly a gout of blood burst out of it's back as Barry pumped a powerful shot into it.
Leon and Barry climbed out from under the corpses covered in blood.
Claire ran forward and embraced Leon.
"Leon!" She said. "Are you okay?"
He smiled.
"Damaged but serviceable." He said.
Barry dusted a piece of Brain off his tunic.
"We should be more careful from now on." He said.
They all nodded and stepped into the hall beyond the door. They walked down a dark hall that ran about 30 feet to another door. Barry looked to Leon. Leon nodded and grabbed the hand as Barry raised the Python to cover him. Leon ripped the door open and stepped inside. The next room was a large room about 100m square with a bridge running across. They all started across the bridge, guns up in case of trouble. Barry and Leon at the front, Rebecca and Steve at the back.
Leon was looking ahead at the approaching door when he heard the hiss. Suddenly Steve opened up at the back with the submachine guns, Leon spun and saw the Licker leaping through the air, it's giant tongue flicking through the air.
Oh, Shit. Leon thought.
Chris had already dispatched a few clumsy guards and requisitioned their ammo. Now he could hear the sound of another coming down the hall. He stepped out of the alcove he was standing in and raised the Colt. Before the guard could raise the Thompson sluing over his arm Chris shot him in the forehead and put him down.
Chris picked up the old Tommy gun and checked the 20 round clip. It was full.
Wonder why they are using Tommy guns? This old number sure packs a punch but they're over sixty years old!
He took the spare ammo and stood up, holstering his Colt. He knew he was getting close the high powered Submachine gun he had just requisitioned was proof of that. He headed for the next door and opened it.
The group backed away as the Licker tore into Steve's lifeless body. Rebecca was crying as Leon pulled her away from the deadly monster. Leon raised his Magnum and fired at the things skull. The .50 calibre bullet took a chunk out but it only served to piss the thing off. Rebecca raised the SPAS and opened up a series of powerful shots. The thing dived on top of her and pinned her to the ground, the shotgun flying out of her hands. Leon put the M16 to the monsters head and emptied the magazine into it. It went limp, Leon pulled Rebecca out from under the heavy body and the group sprinted for the door. Barry snatched the handle and opened it. A towering monster stood there and they all backed up. The familiar shape of the T-002 Tyrant stepped out onto the bridge and slowly started for them.
"Run!!!" Barry cried as they started for the door at the other end.
Carlos was the first to reach it he grabbed the handle but it was no good.
They turned to face the Tyrant which was only five feet away now. Claire raised the M79 and fired a grenade at the towering giant but only succeeded in slowing it down.
"Oh god!" Rebecca said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The bloody fingers curled around the grip of the SPAS and pointed it at the back of the Tyrant.
Barry fired his last round at the head of the monster and in a last desperate attempt threw his empty gun at it. At the monster raised it's giant claw to take a swipe at them a shot gun blast smashed into the back of it's skull. The monster turned as the shotgun was racked and fired again. The Tyrant crumbled to the floor revealing Steve bloody but alive standing on the bridge holding the smoking shotgun.
Rebecca ran over and hugged him in tears.
Chris was crouched behind a bench in what appeared to be a prison. He could hear Wesker talking.
"That's right your husband is dead and now your all mine."
Jill! Chris stood up and put the Thompson to his shoulder. With a bloodcurdling battle cry he fired at the group in the middle of the room. Three men armed with shotguns went down in a hail of high powered bullets their blood spraying on the walls of the enclosed room. Chris spun and took up another target. It was the guard that had led him into the trap. He was stitched across the belly by .45 bullets. Two more guards went down, shot in the back.
"Chris!" It was Jill.
Wesker had her by the throat pushing her to a far door.
"Jill!" Chris cried.
He started over but the door shut. There was a card reader next to the door. Chris spun and searched the nearest guard. Nothing.
"Is this what you're looking for?" The gut shot guard asked, holding up the plastic card.
Chris stood and walked over to the man. The man looked at the card and held it up to Chris.
"Take it." He said. "As a sign of my apologise." Chris took the card and nodded. He extended his right hand and the man shook it. Chris nodded again and started to the door.
The small group ran as fast as they could down the hallway, the mutant dogs barking at their heels. Carlos reached the door and wrenched it open. They all dove through as Barry shut it and threw his considerable bulk against it, breathing hard. They where in a large room that had a large cargo elevator in the centre and a walkway that ran around the top, with no visible way to reach it. The cargo elevator was down. "Good work." It was Wesker. "Now unfortunately I must leave you. Me and Ms. Valentine, I mean, Mrs. Redfield have to catch a plane. I leave you with one last treat, though." The intercom clicked off and the elevator in the middle of the room started up. "Everyone start climbing up those struts to that upper platform." Barry said pointing to the walkway. They all broke off and began to climb. Whatever was coming up that elevator wasn't going to be good.
Chris sprinted down the corridor and rounded a corner and saw the light ahead. He ran faster and arrived into the courtyard of the Military Training Facility. He looked up at the balcony and saw Wesker holding his wife over a hole in the ground that led into the sewers. Chris was grabbed by powerful arms and forced to the ground, the Thompson flying out of his hands. He heard the groaning of Zombies and knew he was in trouble. Through the slimy, bloody arms of the zombies he could see Wesker drawing a knife. The realization hit him full force. This was just like his dream. He felt the teeth sink into his arm and he winced. Wesker was bringing the knife to Jill's throat. With unknown strength Chris forced his way out of the horde of Zombies and drew the Colt .45 and fired. The round hit Wesker in the shoulder. He was knocked backwards with the force of the shot, dropping Jill who fell from the balcony into the hole, disappearing from sight. Chris stood up and walked forward. Extending his right hand he pointed his bloody index finger at Wesker. "WESKER THIS TIME YOU DIE!!!" He screamed.
Carlos aimed the M16A2 at the space where the Cargo elevator would very soon appear. He closed his eyes and he let out a steady breath. OK now was the time to get serious. Barry loaded the last of his Magnum rounds into the Python and swallowed. Let's do it. Steve cocked the submachine guns and patted Rebecca on the leg with a smile. She pumped the SPAS and smiled back, wiping some blood off of his forehead. Thank god for the T-Virus. Leon smiled at Claire but saw a look of worry on her face. He wrapped his arm around her. "Chris is gonna be fine." He said, hoping it was true. He pointed the M16 at the hole in the floor and waited.
Chris rammed his head into Wesker's mid section and heard the man grunt. He brought his head up and smashed it into Wesker's jaw. Wesker punched Chris in the stomach and pushed him over backward. He brought his foot up and prepared to smash it down onto Chris. Chris grabbed his boot and pulled him down and rolled on top of him. "You know Wesker." Chris whispered. "I never did like you much." Chris head butted him. Wesker wrapped his hands around Chris's throat and started to squeeze with inhuman strength, he rolled over so he had Chris pinned to the ground. He leant in real close so Chris could hear him. "I will enjoy violating your wife." Wesker whispered very softly. "It really is a pity about your friends though, it's a pity they died so easily." Chris fumbled in his pocket and extracted a round metal object. He brought it up so it was in between him and Wesker. He grabbed the metal ring, which was hanging off it. "Good bye, Wesker." Chris gasped. He pulled the pin on grenade and smiled. Wesker's eyes went wide and he rolled off Chris, who threw the grenade s high into the air as he could. It exploded and illuminated the entire area. Chris slowly rose to his feet. Wesker stared up at him in terror from where he was laying. "No." He said. "This is the end of the road Wesker." Chris said, pointing a finger at him.
Chris ran forward and kicked Wesker in the stomach, reaching down and seizing him by the collar he lifted him to his feet. Threw him over the balcony of courtyard. Wesker had barely enough time to utter a scream before he was impaled on the fence below. Chris slowly walked over to the edge and looked over the side. "Game over." Chris whispered.
The elevator reached the top with a resounding clunk. The slender naked figure stood in the middle. The figure was female and very beautiful. Long blonde hair flowed down her naked back, every part of her body perfectly beautiful. Carlos had too fight the urge to stand up and whistle. Barry sighted the Python at the pretty face of the girl on the elevator and waited. Leon frowned in wonder. Claire peered closely at the face and her eyes went wide in horror. She sighted down the M79 and fired. Steve heard the shot and realized who was standing on that platform. Alexia Ashford. He raised the submachine guns and started emptying them into the back of the pretty girl. The grenade hit Alexia in the head and exploded. The pretty face was blown apart at the seams brain and flesh flying in all directions. Then it stopped. The exploded pieces came back in mid air and with slow precision started to reform into the pretty face it once was. "Fire!" Barry cried. They all opened up with their weapons, blowing chunks off the feminine body, which automatically formed back on. Calmly Alexia raised an arm and sent a stream of liquid like fire in Claire's direction. Claire rolled out of the way dodging the attack. Carlos took aim and fired at the woman. Alexia threw fire in his direction. He dove to his left but the fire nicked his shoulder, igniting him. "Fuck!" He howled, rolling around on the floor. We'll never be able to beat this devil bitch, not enough ammo. Barry thought. He fired a heavy Magnum shot at Alexia and sighed. He reached around his back to take out some ammo and felt the plastic tubing of the LAW rocket.
Yes!
He grabbed and pulled the pin that would unfold it and brought it to his shoulder. Alexia saw this and threw fire at him. Barry dove out of the way, the LAW skidding across the floor. Leon saw the launcher skid away and ran for it. He snatched it up and brought it to his shoulder. Aiming down the simple sights he depressed the two firing buttons and shielded his face from the heat of the rocket. The rocket soared through the air and hit Alexia in the mid section. Leon looked back just in time to see a smug look on Alexia's beautiful features before the rocket exploded blowing her into a fine mist which splayed all over the walls.
Chris pencil dived into the sewage waters and surfaced wading over to where Jill lay against some rocks. He put his arms under her and lifted her up. He waded to the steps of the Military Training Facility. "The self destruct system has been activated. You have four minutes to reach minimum safe distance." Great. Chris thought. He started to jog back to the airport. As he passed through the Courtyard he saw that Wesker was gone.
Barry led the team into the airport and they all piled into the cockpit. Barry and Leon began flicking switches and got the engine running. He started plane forward, there was only one minute left. "Wait!" Claire said. "What about Chris?" Barry bowed his head. "No time." He said. Rebecca sat looking out the window. The plane was moving slow enough for her to make out features of the island. As they passed a large corridor she saw the figure running down, illuminated be bright lights behind. "Look!" She said pointing. Chris held an unconscious Jill in his arms as he sprinted down the corridor toward the plane. Leon opened the door waving for Chris to hurry. Chris was breathing hard but he put on the extra speed and dove through the door as the plane passed and lifted off.
Jill weakly opened her eyes. She smiled as her vision cleared and saw Chris looking down at her with a smile. He ran a hand through her hair. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "Not bad." She whispered. Chris bent down and hugged her, holding back the tears welling in his eyes.
Andrew Maclintock felt the plane take off and stood up stretching. They had him crammed up in this stupid cargo bay for hours! He walked amongst the crates to get the feeling back in his legs when he heard the sound behind him. He turned and saw a naked woman, her face hidden by the dark of the cargo bay, but he could see she was quite beautiful. She had a smile on her face as she walked toward him.
As Chris looked into Jill's eyes and the others sat around the cockpit resting, they heard the scream come from the cargo hold. Chris had almost forgot about the prisoner they had nabbed. They all looked at the door to the bay quizzically. There was something red seeping from under the door. Chris walked over and touched it. It was blood. "Now what?" Chris said with a sigh. And something told him he didn't want to find out.
Chris opened the door and scanned from left to right with the M79 and saw the guard hanging up on a cargo net against the wall torn apart. Now what!?
He slowly walked forward looking between the crates opening the big Cargo/ Jump door at the back. Alexia Ashford stepped out of the dark and with one vicious stroke tore the launcher from his hands, sending it out the back dor and into oblivion. She grabbed Chris by the shoulders and held him up. Chris drove a knee into her stomach, to no effect. She started to squeeze him in a bear hug and Chris felt a rib snap. Alexia smiled. "Your sister is next." She said squeezing tighter. "And then your wife, Then your friends." Chris looked out the back door and saw the burning facility below. He put his feet against the wall. "Stay away from my friends!" He screamed and pushed of the wall. Alexia tripped and they both fell out the door into the rushing wind.
Leon ran into the back with and M16 and looked around. There was no sign of Chris anywhere. "Chris!" He yelled despite the wind. "A little help!" He looked toward the door and saw Chris hanging out the back. He fan over and helped him up. "I am really getting sick of Umbrella!" Chris said, with a sigh. He looked out the back at the burning facility and frowned. "Do you think he mad it out?" Leon asked. "Who?" Chris asked. "Wesker." "No." Chris replied. "No I don't think so."
The helicopter touched down and the pilot got out and looked around at them men on the helipad. Most where ex-Umbrella but some where mercenaries. "How did it go?" The captain asked. "Not so well." The man said. "Don't worry. We'll get them eventually." The captain said. "Won't we, Mr. Wesker?"
A.N. Well there we go, another one done. Next I think we'll celebrate the spirit of Christmas, or something and take a break from action for a bit. If anyone want's to talk about anything so far please Email me I'll be glad to talk about anything at all.