Sometimes they Come Back
Diddly day
Disclaimer: Nope, they ain't mine.
A/N: Sorry for the wait. I've just had loads to do. (Does watching TV, and scratching you butt count?) Hope you guys think this chapter was worth the wait.
Chapter seven.
His hands were like ice. That was what woke him out of his peaceful dream world. He could feel his body shaking, trying to keep warm. Chris squinted around him. His face flushed and his teeth chattering. Why the hell was it so cold?
The room seemed darker. Chris racked his brain trying to remember what he was dong before he feel into a deep slumber. A picture of Jill grabbing her coat flashed through his mind. She had gone to get wood for the fire.
He shook his head from side to side, trying to shake the sleep from him. He must have dozed off when she left. The fire was out. She should've been back by now.
Slowly, Chris rose to his feet. He brought a hand up over his head and rubbed the back of his skull. Outside he could hear the wind howling, pounding outside his door. It was the only noise, nothing could be heard inside the old, dusty Mansion. Chris stood there just listening to the wind, he was captivated by it. The creaking of the hardwood floor broke him out of his trance. He jerked his head him surprise.
"Whoa! It's me!" Carlos stood in the shadows. "You sure look freaked. Where's Jill?"
Chris just shook his head.
"How long was it since Jill left?" Chris asked.
Carlos look bewildered by Chris's question.
"Two hours ago. You mean she didn't come back?" Fear seemed to play it's way through Carlos's features.
"I fell asleep. She's still out there," Chris stared at the door once more.
"You don't think she went to bed?" Chris ran a hand through his hair.
"What's going on?" Leon's figure was on the stairs. His face glowing and eyes puffy.
"Jill left a while ago. She hasn't come back yet," Chris looked frightened. "Come on, lets go look for her."
"Look for who?" Rebecca's voice carried behind them. Carlos spun around.
"Jill," he said. Rebecca's eyes grew wide.
"You mean she hasn't come back yet?"
Chris raised his hands in the air. Leon started down the stairs. He stumbled a bit in the dark. Rebecca let out a yelp in fear that he might fall down.
"Grab my coat will you?" Leon asked, still stumbling around, his hands in front of him.
"Why can't you grab it?" she asked with some disdain. Leon's head snapped in the direction of her voice.
"I don't have my glasses on."
The sound of Carlos guffaw rebounded throughout the room.
"You have glasses?" a smile twiddling on his face.
"Yeah, I mostly wear contact's. I'm still a crack shot with a gun," Leon retorted. Carlos continued to smile and nod his head.
"Can we get going please?" Chris said impatiently at the door.
"Rebecca, will you go wake Sherry and Claire up? I want Claire to watch over her while we're gone," Leon asked, then he added. "Just in case."
Rebecca nodded slightly and headed up the stairs. They all met Chris at the door. Leon fumbled with his coat, reaching into one of the pockets, he found his pair of specs. He put them on his face and followed Chris and Carlos out the door.
The wind and ice sent a chill down Chris's spine. He hated winter, ever since he was a kid he hated the cold. He and Claire sometimes used to build snow forts, but that was always for Claire's benefit. He would have rather been inside reading a book, or playing chess with his dad.
He looked around him. Freshly fallen snow had managed to make Jill's footprints disappear. The door slammed making Chris's, Leon's, and Carlos's head snap around to find Rebecca on the porch.
"I told Claire to go in Sherry's room!" she shouted above the wind that had so dramatically picked up. Leon nodded as did Chris. Carlos just stared back at her and smiled.
"Well, then lets get going!" Chris bellowed back. Each of them started to romp through the snow.
Carlos and Chris grabbed their flashlights from out of their pockets, and Leon pulled his hood up to keep the snowflakes from sticking to his glasses. Rebecca's scarf flew back, hitting her in the face. Each of them stumbling around in the knee high snow. Chris had his hand out, tracing it along the Mansion wall.
"At least we don't have to worry about any killer dogs jumping out and attacking us!" Rebecca hollered.
Carlos tripped in the snow, causing him to fall flat on his face. Leon seized him, pulling him up. Carlos's face was now caked in snow. He reeled around, searching for something.
"My flashlight! I can't find it!" Carlos fell the his knee's. his hands brushing the snow away, looking for any light that tell him where it was. Leon looked up and saw that Chris and Rebecca were getting further away.
"Leave it! We gotta get going!" Leon hauled Carlos up to his feet, and pair sprinted, as fast as they could sprit in a blizzard, to Rebecca, who in turn, was grabbing on Chris's coat for dear life. Chris appeared to be the only one who knew where he was going.
Chris pulled his way around the snow, looking for any sign of Jill. He feared that maybe she had fallen and that the snow had now swallowed her alive. That thought made Chris's stomach drop. His lunges hurt from the freezing wind that he was breathing. His eyes scanned his whereabouts. There had to be some clue, any clue, to show where Jill had gone.
"Look! Over there!" Leon's hand was pointing to an old, rickety shack. The shack that she had gone to get firewood. "You think she could be in there?"
It was a good chance. Chris faced Leon.
"Lets find out!" The four paced toward the drafty looking shed.
As they came to it, Carlos attained the doorhandle. Jerking it back, the wind carried it with such force, that it hit the side of the wall. They all stepped in. The wind was now blocked around them, but they could still hear it violently shaking the window pain. Carlos shut the door behind them. Chris's flashlight roamed around the room. There was only one word to describe this shack:
Empty.
The beam of light that gleamed from his flashlight stopped on a pile of firewood. It had been touched. The wood was knocked over. Chris faced Leon, who's glasses were now fogging up. Leon pulled them off of his face and wiped them on his shirt. The look on Leon's face confirmed what Chris had suspected. She had been here.
"Were could she have gone?" asked Rebecca, gazing out the steamed up window. "She came out here to get fire wood. Why would he come in here, and leave?"
Chris put his head in his hands. He was going to go crazy, he had no idea why things were happening like this.
Carlos strolled around the shack. His foot hit something. The small log of wood that he mistakenly kicked, rolled along the bumpy wood floor and smacking up against the axe that sat on it's side, close to the corner of the room. He bent down and picked up the wood. Something oozed off of it. The red liquid drained off the wood into a puddle of blood that was next to the axe.
Carlos dropped the wood and fell backwards, crashing into the bank of logs.
"What's wrong?" Leon gazed down at him. All Carlos could do was point. They both heard Rebecca gasp.
"Chris, Leon, you guys better look at this!"
They all gathered around the smeared blood. The sight was almost to much for Chris to take. He was going to vomit. Just the idea of what that axe had been used for was enough to make him go mad. Leon, however, stared down in shock.
"Chris, calm down, I don't think that axe was used for Jill." His voice soothed the rest of the gang. "There is no blood on it," he stated calmly.
"Then why is there blood at all?" Chris snapped. Leon just stared back at him.
"Who says it's blood?" Leon grunted as he gapped at Chris.
"What do you think it is? Corn syr-"
"We need to get back." Rebecca interrupted as she stood between the two men.
"No way!" Carlos cried as he gathered himself to his feet. "We can't go back without her! She could be dying, or dead."
"But if we don't leave now, we might not leave at all," she replied. The hint of fear was concentrated in her strong voice.
"Rebecca's right," Leon spoke up. "We weren't prepared for this. We don't have the manpower."
Carlos and Chris eyed each other. Leon sighed, he was growing impatient. "Look, I'd like to find her too, but I think the risks of that are just way too foolish."
Deep down, they all knew he was right.
"So that's it? We just leave her here?" Chris voice quivered with anger.
"She couldn't have gone far. It's only been about two hours. There is no way she could have gotten lost, not when the snow if falling that fast or that deep." Leon made slight gestures with his hands, trying to get Chris to calm down as he spoke. "She's not stupid."
"What if it was Claire? Would you want to hurry back so quickly?" Carlos snapped. Leon's head jerked and his eyes flashed dangerously.
"You both are being too rash!" Leon hissed. "Now we can stay out here with no food or water, with one dying flashlight and freeze to death. Or we could go back for help, get what we need and then find her."
Chris and Carlos grew silent.
"The snow is falling quickly," Rebecca stated, her eyes once again glued to the window. "We could get snowed in this shack if we don't leave soon."
"I guess there is no point in saving Jill if all of us are dead," Carlos admitted. He pulled his coat around him tighter. Lone put a comforting hand on Chris's shoulder.
"Don't worry. We will find her," he muttered. Leon passed him and before he opened the door, he turned back around.
"Alive," he added before he disappeared through the door and into the storm.
I I I
"Were did they all go?" asked Sherry, who was sitting on her bed. Claire sat on the windowsill, her eyes gazing at the gust of snow that was so rapidly pounding against the house.
"They went looking for something, sweety."
Her head was still throbbing with the stress of the events that the day had brought. If there was a way to top off a hard and stressful day, one of their friends disappearing in a storm was defiantly it.
She had been asleep when she felt a hand on her shoulder. At first she thought it was Leon, but then she heard Rebecca's voice, telling her that Jill had disappeared. They were going to go look for her out in the storm and that Leon had asked for her to look after Sherry.
Leon was with them? Before she could insist that she go also, Rebecca was gone. With nothing left to do, she got up and headed toward Sherry's room. That had been a half-hour ago, and here she was, peering out into the countless, white blizzard.
"Claire," Sherry's small voice sounded a little timid.
"Yeah honey?" Claire tried to make herself sound as cheery as possible. All the while keeping her eyes focused on the snow outside.
"Something bad happened, didn't it?" Claire snapped her attention away from the window to gaze at the teenager. She looked very apprehensive, as if expecting the worst.
"Yeah, it did."
She knew Sherry was going to ask what so she thought she'd save her the energy. "We can't find Jill." The air seemed to heave out of Sherry's lungs. "She's disappeared."
The sound of pounding on the front door made both Sherry and Claire jump. The two observed each other. They both slid out of Sherry's room and steadily make their way down to the ground floor.
It was dark, and the air was so cold that Claire could almost see her breath. The pounding continued once more. Making Claire freeze in her position for only a split second. Claire stopped as she thought she could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door.
"Will you hurry up?" one of them said.
"I'm sorry! I must've dropped the key when I lost my flashlight!"
"Are you sure?" a women's voice asked.
"Great, well just freeze out here tonight, they'll find out bodies tomorrow morning."
At that last sentence, Claire heard only what she could describe as a struggle behind the main enteric. She was about to go open the door when she heard a man shout.
"Got it!" he yelled and the door flew open.
The blast of cold wind and snow almost knocked Claire off her feat as Rebecca, Carlos, Chris, and Leon flew through the door. Leon's eyes met Claire's. He smiled and she smiled back.
"Didn't you hear our knocking?" he asked as he went over the kiss her on the lips.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if that was you or-"
"I did have the key!" Carlos shouted triumphantly, holding up a golden key with snow and drops of water flying everywhere.
"Told you," Rebecca said, wiping the snow off her coat.
"Did you find her?" asked Claire. Chris only sadly shook his head in response.
"We decided we couldn't stick around. We had to come back for help." Chris turned around and met the gaze of Sherry who was looking whiter then legs during the winter time.
"Well, what are we supposed to do now?" asked Carlos, unzipping his coat and throwing it on the rack.
"I think there is a CB radio somewhere around here," Rebecca said strolling over to the couch. "Doesn't Ada know where it is?"
"Yeah, I'll go get her," said Chris running up the stairs and to Ada's room. Claire looked over at Leon again.
"You wore your glasses, huh?" She smiled as they were starting to fog up again. He blushed and pulled them off his face.
"How long have you had those?" asked Rebecca.
"I've only known about them since we've gotten married," Claire shrugged. Leon whipped them again.
"A while," he responded.
Before any of them could change the subject, Chris came whirling down the stairs, almost falling head over heels. He whizzed passed them and into the kitchen. He was in there for a second, before he came rushing out again this time followed by Barry who had a carton of milk in his hand.
"What in the blazes is going on?" Barry demanded. Chris caught his breath.
"Ada's gone."
The room fell speechless.
"What the hell do you mean by gone?" Rebecca shouted, jumping up to meet him.
"I mean I can't find her anywhere. I went in her room, she's not there. I called out her name all upstairs and she wasn't in the kitchen."
"Oh man not her too!" Carlos covered his face with his hands.
"Too?" asked Barry confused.
"We can't find Jill either."
Barry dropped his milk carton. White liquid splashed all over the floor.
"We need to get help," Rebecca's desperation was overwhelming to the group.
"Now hold on, hold on," Barry said urgently. "They couldn't have just vanished. They must be somewhere. We'll find them. All we need to do his split up and search the house. And in the meantime, one of us can call for help on the CB."
"Lets split up, and see what we can find," Leon said, grabbing Claire's hand and pulling her up the stairs. "We'll search this floor."
"Sherry," Rebecca turned to her small friend. "Come with me up to the attic, I'm pretty sure the CB is up there somewhere."
Carlos, Chris and Barry all gazed at each other.
"I guess that just leaves us." Barry started to head toward the basement. Carlos and Chris were soon to follow.
I I I
The door to Ada's room creaked as Leon pulled it open. She was nowhere. To Leon's surprise, her bed even looked untouched. What was going on? Claire was already sorting through the drawers and shelves of her room. She pulled out clothes, shoes, and jewelry.
"Sick," Claire muttered as she tossed a tampon on the bed. Leon snickered.
"What's this?" asked Claire as she brushed the bangs away from her face. She held up a piece of paper. "A memo of some sort?" Her eyes scanned it and then handed it over to Leon.
"More like a fax, or letter, I'm not sure."
Leon started to read it.
TO: The Head of the Research Department.
FROM: National Experimental of XX Usage Supplement
As you may know, our Agency has completed the research on the new "R-Virus." It has the ability to kill off any emotion that a human posses, all except the rage emotion. Inducing the victim to murder anyone who stands in his/her way. We have been able to complete this virus insomuch that is it has been name one of our greatest accomplishments.
We have now concluded that if a human is infected with this virus, it will have to take up to 3-5 hours to fully destroy an emotion that he/she undergoes. This virus is such a success because after the human realizes what they have done, they will kill themself. Therefor demolishing any remaining evidence whatsoever. This virus concluding name will be the "R-virus" (Rage-virus) as presented at the beginning of the memo.
We look forward to the completion of your assignment.
Assistant Director John Trevor
"That's the virus that Ada warned us about!" Claire declared.
"But we already knew she was working with a different organization. This really doesn't tell us anything."
"She said she didn't know anything about it," Claire sat down on the bed. "What the hell is National Experimental XX Usage Supplement anyway?"
"I don't think it's a real organization," Leon stated. "Anything jump out at you in the heading? Anything catch you eye?"
"Yeah, that fact that all the first letters are in bold, and the double X's. What do those stand for?" Claire stared as Leon's eyes ran over the paper. After about five minutes of staring, his eyes lit up.
"Put the first letter of each word together. It spells NEXXUS."
"A code," Claire jumped off the bed. "She knows more about the R-Virus than she's letting on. Come on! We have to tell the other's about this!"
She sprinted down the hall and down the stairs, as Leon has seen her do earlier that night.
"Hey!" she shouted. "Guys!" No one came. Leon and Claire looked oddly at one another.
"I'll head downstairs and go get them. You head upstairs and get Sherry and Rebecca."
Claire nodded.
"Right."
She jogged the rest of the way up the stairs. He watched her until she was out of sight before starting to head to the basement. But before he could take one step, Chris and Carlos came huffing up the stairs. Fear gleamed in each of their eyes.
"Barry's gone too!" Carlos piratically blared. Leon looked at Chris. Chris only gave him a scared and sad nod.
"How in everything holey did that happen?" Leon sighed. His last thread of sanity was close to being cut.
"He said he was going to check the wine seller," Carlos huffed. "When he didn't come back, we went to check on him and all we found were broken wine bottles and shattered wood."
As the words left his mouth, Leon could feel a piercing pain creeping up the back of his head. Then. . . .Claire.
He let Claire go up there alone.
"Oh no."
He started to sprint up the steps when he just about rammed into his wife, running about just as fast in the opposite direction. She was safe!
"Sherry and Rebecca are gone!" He could feel her hand on his back. "The CB was smashed too," she whispered in his ear. Chris and Carlos stood behind them.
"What are we going to do?" asked Carlos.
"We're dropping like flies," Leon uttered.
The only question was. . . Who was next?
To be continued. . . .
A/N: Okay, this chapter sucks. Yes, yes. I realize how fast I made them disappear, but I had to, and I really didn't want to stretch out the story. So deal with it! Just kidding. That part about this chapter sucks, that and the corny one-liner and finished it up with.
Author's note update: There are many corny one liners in this story. I wasn't trying to go for "campy" when I first wrote this, but well. . .let's just call this story campy.
But oh well, chapter eight has been reviewed to be my best chapter.
Tifa Redfield: I know! I know! I've just been so busy. When is the boy is mine gonna be up? Ummmmm? Thank you so much for your nice review. I wish I could write reviews like you. I'm just not articulate. I hope Leon is in RE4. He better be or I'm gonna cry. It's nice to know you want more. You are such an awesome writer. I think it's just wonderful how you boost me to do better. You have no idea how that influences me. I thank you a billion times over. Thank you Thank you, Thank you, ect.( You get the point. )
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Did you know that?
If you play as Steve in battle mode, when you go up to a pop machine and click on it, he will look for his wallet and then kick the machine. I thought that was worth sharing.
Also, when you play on first person. Go into the room(during battle mode) where you first meet the hunters, and if you go to the elevator, look behind the crates, you'll see Rodrigo! Freaky!
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