Sometimes they Come Back
By: diddly day
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is the last time I'm gonna say it.
A/N: Man! Sorry I've been gone for so long. My computer broke down! So I had to fix it and it was a pain It's fixed now.. But, I'm off on Christmas break and I already have chapter 10 halfway done so that will be up shortly after this chapter. Thanks for being so patient.
BANG!
Claire's eyes snapped open from the noise that she could only describe as breaking glass. Her hand automatically reached out to grab Leon. . .Only to find him gone. Shaking the fuzz from her head. Her neck snapped around the room, looking for anything that resembled Leon. When her eyes fell upon Chris.
He lay in the chair next to the fire place. Ice ran through her vain's as he lay perfectly still. A terror of a thought passed through her brain. Was he dead? She glanced around the room to find Carlos gone as well. Breaking her shock that was binding her to the couch, she sprang to her feet and wrapped her small, but strong arms around her brother.
"Chris! Chris!"
His head rolled from side to side. An electric force coursed through her body, and before she knew what she was doing, her hand was swinging down, slapping him hard across the face.
"What?"
Chris shoved her hard on her chest, causing her to fly back onto the couch. His brow furrowed as he looked at his sister, trying to wake up.
"Claire? I'm sorry! Are you okay?"
She said nothing, just stared at him with wide, terrified eyes. Chris shifted in his seat. "Why did you slap me?" he asked, putting a hand on his cheek.
"You fell asleep!" she roared. Chris eyes widened about as big as Claire's when he realized the words that flew so venomously from her mouth. He then looked over to find Leon and Carlos gone.
"Oh shit," he whispered. Claire shook her head once again leapt off the couch.
"I was woken by something crashing upstairs."
Claire took off up the steps. The panic was beginning to take over her mind. She could hear Chris jump from his chair, and his loud footstep seconds behind hers. Running as fast as her legs would carry her down the hall, she ran to the first door she saw. Pulling it open with such force, she was surprised she didn't the door off itself.
Nothing.
The room was empty. Chris's figure was brushing past her, opening all the door in that hall. Claire, herself, ran to the next door. Pulling it open the same way only to find the same thing as in the last room. It was like that for each of the doors in the hallway.
"Leon!" she hollered. "Leon!"
"Claire!" Chris yelled back at her.
She spun around in his direction. He was standing by Ada's door. All the blood drained from his face as he stood in the doorway, his hand gripping the handle. "Come look at this."
Claire sprinted to his side, her hands clutched the doorframe, stopping herself from bashing into Chris. It took her a moment to realize was she was looking at. But when her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, he stomach dropped and he knees grew weak. The room looked demolished. The book case was smashed into a million pieces. Glass from the door holding the books in it were now little bits of dust. But that wasn't what disturbed her most. In the middle of the room, was a pool of dark crimson.
"No."
All the breath escaped her. She pushed herself away from the door and started to walk briskly down the hall.
"Claire wait," Chris started after her.
The burning in her eyes was more then she could bear. She put a hand over her eyes, and clenched her teeth, trying to fight back the swelling in her throat. The lump that was growing there made it too hard to reply to Chris.
"Wait! Claire, Stop!" Chris was now right behind her. Without warning, a horrible sob escaped her mouth.
"No!"
She pounded her fist over a nearby vase. It flew off the table and crashed against the wall by her blow.
"NO!" her blood curdling shrill stopped Chris dead in his tracks.
He quickly regained himself and reached out to grab Claire's arm. She jerked around and shoved him so hard away from her that he crashed into the wall.
"You!" she screeched. "You were supposed to protect him!" Guilt and hurt sank into Chris's
face. "It's your fault!"
Tears were now flowing down her face. She did nothing to hold them back.
"Claire," he seemed to be on the brink of a breakdown himself. Tears clouding his own eyes. "Please." Reaching out once more, he tried to grab hold of her.
"You-you were supposed to be awake!" She could feel his hands grab her arms. She struggled against him, but to no avail. He held her tight in his arms. "You weren't there! I trusted you!"
She was now screaming in his face.
"Claire. Claire stop," Chris gripped her struggling form. She brought her fists up and tried in vain to hit him away. Pounding on his chest, but it did nothing. He just grabbed her tighter. His voice grew weak and his tears started to glide down his face. "Please stop. I'm sorry," he hushed.
"He'd be here! He- he'd be with me."
She shut her eyes, causing more tears to stream freely. His arms grabbed her around her waist. Just in time, because at that moment, she lost control of her knees and fell to the floor. Her blows to his chest became weaker and weaker until they rested softy on his shirt as her ranting's dissolved into heartbreaking sobs.
"Shhh. Shhh. It'll be okay. Claire- I- I'm so sorry." She responded by gripping his collar, while berrying his face in his chest. Her cries muffled, he pulled her tighter into his arms, rocking her back and forth. His vision blinded by his own, moist eyes.
Minutes went by, but it felt like years. Once Claire's wails subsided, she gently pushed Chris away from her. He rocked back and looked at her with such sorrow that it made Claire want to cry again. But instead she pulled herself up and berried her face into her hands.
"Claire, I'm-"
"I know." He stopped. She dropped her hands to her sides. Staring at him with aguish shining her eyes. "You're sorry."
"Yes."
He looked down, unable to face her.
"So am I."
She knelt down in front of him and held his face in her hands. "I'm sorry. It's not your fault. Not one bit."
"Yes it is!" he tried to argue, but she shushed him.
"I knew how worn-out you were. I'm just as much to blame. But we have to find him. We're the only ones left."
"What are we going to do?" Claire stared to shake her head, when she stopped.
"We need to go through the whole house. Search ever part, but never split up."
"Okay. But we can't panic."
But Claire knew all he wanted to do was roll up in a ball, and never wake up.
"Do you remember anything strange when you woke up? Besides the book case crashing?" Chris asked Claire as they roamed around the hall.
"No." Claire poked her head into on of the vacant rooms.
"Nothing?"
"No," Claire snapped.
Chris could see she was still worked up about the breakdown she had earlier. He watched her as she stood still, shutting her eyes as in mediation. Her figure was still for ages, but finally she snapped open her eyes
"Wait. I remember something." She stared straight ahead of her. Glaring at the wall, all the while Chris eyeballing her intently.
"What?"
She shut her eyes again, but shook her head, struggling to find the right words.
"I remember someone whispering." She shut her eye's tighter, trying to remember.
"What were they saying?" She didn't respond. "Claire? Do you remember what they were saying?"
She rubbed her temples, whatever was going through her head, was sure damn hard to gather. Walking closer to the wall, her forehead rested on it. He was alarmed when she brought it back and lightly banged her head against it. Chris found himself walking closer toward her. He halted when she eyes popped open.
"He's here," she cracked out. Her voice fading.
"Who? Leon?"
"Steve. I felt his presence. I know he was here when Leon disappeared." She took a deep breath. "And when Carlos disappeared as well."
Chris ran a hand through his hair.
"This doesn't make any sense! Why? How the hell is everything happening?" Claire shrugged.
"You'd know better then me! Tell me, what was the last thing you remember?"
She was giving him that look. The look that no man wanted to see. The tell me or die look.
"I don't remember! I was dead on my feet, worried sick, and trying to look after you three. I
have no ide-"
A sudden flashed went through his brain. Something that he had locked but, forgotten about. A memory. A memory of footsteps on the stairs, and a pain in his neck. He reached up to grab the area of where he felt the pain. Clare must've seen the look on his face.
"What? You remember something, don't you?"
"I think I was drugged."
He poked the sensitive spot in his neck, only to find a surge of pain. He must of not felt it when he woke up with all of the chaos.
"You're kidding me!" She flew over by his side in an instant. Her hands gripping his head and pulling his neck back so she could see where he was rubbing. "You have a wound at the base of your neck," she stated.
"Is it bad?" A wave of fear cloaked him.
"No, it looks like you were bitten by a Vampire missing a fang." Her light fingers brushed it and he jerked away. "Probably a syringe."
"That's comforting," Chris rolled his eyes. Rubbing his wounded neck once more.
"I can't think of anywhere else to look. We've checked the attic, the basement and Ada's room. Can you think of anything?"
"No. It's as if they vanished off the face of the earth. You'd think we'd find some secret passageways by now."
Less then a second after the words escaped her lips, her eyes bulged half way out of her head.
"The room!" she shouted running past him. Pulling off a complete 180, she flipped around and darted down the hall way.
"Room? What room?" Chris shouted running after her.
Following her to the end of the hall, she pushed open an old door. He entered the room a few seconds behind her. He was surprised that they hadn't checked the room before. It was quite beautiful. An old fashion bed in the center of a room, and a picture of a blond man on the far wall. The man looked familiar, his eyes seemed to follow him wherever he went. A pair of sunglasses and he would've looked just like. . .
But Claire didn't seem to be concentrating on that. Instead she was examining an old walk in closet by the bed, and to his surprise she was pounding on the wall.
"What are you doing?" Chris asked, perplexed.
"There is something back there."
He could hear it. By the sound of her thumping, it sounded as if there was a room back there. He then began to roam around the room, tossing over pillows and turning over dressers, pulling on candle-sticks, trying to find anything suspicious. He then came to the painting of the clone like Wesker. Without hesitation, he pulled the painting clean off the wall. A little round button was now exposed, after hidden so long by the haunting picture.
"Claire, I found a button."
"You did? Push it," she ordered.
He didn't like the sound of that. He knew what came of pressing strange buttons. It would either trap them, or unleash a monster of some sort. Or. . .his hand pressed down on the red, shiny, button.
CLANK!
The sound was the wall that Claire had been beating forcefully moved away, revealing not a room, but a lift. Chris and Claire moved swiftly to it.
"It's an elevator," Chris breathed.
Boy, he'd thought he'd seen everything in this mansion. But was he ever wrong. With a shaky hand Chris grabbed Claire's arm and guided her to the elevator. Without a word, both of them opened the hatched door. It creaked back from lack of use, slamming against the wall. They entered and silently pulled the latch shut.
"It looks like a long way down," Claire stated, peering over the side.
"Long way down," Chris repeated.
His hand reached out and pressed on the glowing red button that was marked asUP/DOWN. The lift shook as it started to descend down the shaft. Claire's arm shot out to grab any form of support has the jittering surprised her.
They seemed to drop for ages. Both of them just standing in desperate silence. The elevator hummed and the force of it stopping almost knocked Chris off his feet.
We must be at the bottom floor.
Tempted, but scared to get out of the lift, and see what was behind it, Chris just stared at his sister. She stared back with the same apprehension that must have masked his eyes. Trying, but unable to make his legs move to get up and open the latch, Claire walked over slowly and pulled it way.
Glaring at what he could only describe as hospital hall, Chris pulled up on Claire's shirt. She grabbed his arm and helped him up. They then continued to stare blankly at the room they were now facing.
It was clean, with white walls, ceiling, and floor. Florissant lights buzzed, while their light reflected off the tiled floor. Rows of rooms seem tostretch down the corridor as far as the eye could see. He took a deep breath to clear his head. The strong odor of chemicals filled his head, almost sending him into a coughing fit.
"I think we are in a lab," Claire said as she walked down the hall. Her heels clicked and echoed off the floor as she strolled up to the nearest room. It read FUSION ROOM.
"Not another lab," Chris grunted. He had been in enough labs to last him a lifetime. It seemed wherever a co-conspirator organization was, a lab was to be found.
"In a lab." Claire gazed up at the ceiling. "Right under the mansion. Mmm, this seems awfully familiar, doesn't it?"
"Right down to the elevator leading to the underground facility." Chris paced down the isle, look at each of the doors one by one as he passed. "Where do we start?"
"I'd like to see what's behind door number one, Johnny."
Claire stepped up to the fusion room. Taking the doorhandle, while swinging it open casually. The room was filled with test-tubes, graduated cylinders, microscopes, Bunsen burners, even a freezer to keep fresh samples of experiments.
"Looks like Nexxus is a little better at keeping their facilities virus-free," Chris snorted.
"Yeah. No wonder Umbrella hates them," Claire agreed. "That's the one thing different about this lab. It isn't infested with flesh-eating zombies."
"Or anything else flesh-eating for that matter." Chris turned to leave the room. Claire moved with him to the door.
"What do you bet that the others are here?" Chris asked once outside.
"I'd lay it down ten to one in Vegas," Clairemutteredgrimly.
She began to walk to the next door. She reached out to the knob, only to find it would budge. Chris tugged on the next door, which wouldn't open either.
"I think most of these are all locked," Chris said as he turned around to get a better look at the hall.
"I think that's quite obvious." Claire tried to open the fourth door down. Still, nothing.
"How are we supposed to investigate if we can't get anywhere?"
"You should know by now Chris," Claire said as she pulled out her trusty lock-pick and opened the door easily, "that I'm a witch. I can get into anything."
"You carry that wherever you go?" Chris almost laughed. Claire stood holding her lock-pick with a sour smirk on her face.
"Lets check it out." Claire stepped into the room first.
The air changed from cool, to ice cold. They stood on a cement platform, looking at a hall with more rooms.. ..No. Cells.
Some sort of cell block. It was terribly cold, and the room had the faint aroma of mold. Chris and Claire carefully walked down the steps, approaching the first cell. Sucking up his courage, Chris looked in thought the bared window. The sight of a bloody figure came into view.
"Jill!" Chris almost shouted. Claire ran up to his side and gazed at her with utter appall. Wasting no time, Claire began to check each and every one of the cells. But Chris couldn't rip his eyes away from the gentle figure of Jill's body.
"They're all here!" Claire gasped. "Sherry, Rebecca, Barry, even Carlos!" Claire reported. "All passed out!"
"Leon?" he asked. Her face turned grim, and she somberly shook her head.
"Ada's not here either," Claire's lips pressed together at the mention of Ada's name.
"Will you open the doors with your pick?" Chris asked, Claire shook her head again.
"I can't. The doors are all electronically locked."
"One of use should look for a way to open and the other should look for Leon," Chris suggested.
"No! We are not splitting up. I've had way to many bad experiences with that."
He knew she was right. Chris almost kicked himself for suggesting such a stupid idea.
"Come on, we have to find a way to open up these doors." They both turned to leave. As soon as they left. Claire took off walking swiftly down the hall.
"Wait. Claire. Don't walk so fast!"
But she kept walking faster. Her pace soon turned into a jog, then into a full sprint. Chris took off after her.
"Claire! Stop!"
"We have to hurry!" she shouted at him behind her. He looked onto where she was heading. The door at the end of the hall.
She reached it successfully. But that success was soon tainted. She was only a few seconds ahead of him. However, that was enough for the automatic door to slip shut once, separating them once she reached the other side of the door. There was a loud whooosh, and the sight of Claire was gone from behind the door.
The way the door slammed against the frame reminded him of the door off of the movie Panic Room. He touched it just as it closed, leaving him alone in a strange underground lab. Claire's pounding was heard on the other side of the door.
"Claire! Claire! The door, it won't open!" he shouted frantically. But he doubted that she could hear him. The damn thing was soundproof. Somehow he knew that she was screaming his name on the other side.
Giving up, he knew what he had to do. He had to find away to open all of the security locks. Throwing the door one last glance, Chris turned around and sprinted to find anything that might help him. Praying that his sister would be okay by herself.
I I I
"Chris! Chris!" She pounded her fists against the door.
Her hands were beginning to grow numb and red. Nothing.. The door wouldn't open.
Stay here. He'll find a way out, She thought to herself.
But she had to look for Leon. She had to find a way to help her friends. Spinning around. She found that she was in a room. To the left of her was a door, and to the right was another door. Debating on which door to open first, she decided to take the one on the left.
It was a small thin door that read MORGUE. Maybe there was something in there that she could find. Throwing a glace at the room on the right, which read BOILER ROOM, She turned to open the Morgue door.
A guest of cool air hit her like a spray of water. The scent of disinfectant lingered in the air. Tools and body bags lay neatly in a small corner. But what caught her most was the figure on the autopsy table. A man, though fully dressed and it was plainly clear to see that no incisions had been made, he lay still as if dead. It took her a second to realize who the man was.
Leon.
Claire backed against the door, unable to breathe. He was dead. He was dead and there was nothing she could do. But a thought penetrated in her mind. Maybe she should check? Check before she left herself sink into dispar? That sounded logical enough for her.
Trembling uncontrollably, she approached him. Blood trickling down his head and his face as pale as winter, she placed a hand on his neck. Expecting him to be ice cold, she jumped when his skin felt fiery hot.
Air then filled her lungs. She hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath. She pressed on his neck. He had a pulse. Not only that, but it was beating strong. Fast. Why was he in the Morgue if he wasn't dead?
"Leon! Leon wake up!" she shook him, but he did not stir. "Leon, please! It's me. You have to wake up!" she whispered desperately. Nothing.
She placed her hand on his cheek. It burned under her skin. What had been done to him? Just gazing at his beautiful face. He looked dreadfully sick, but still amazingly beautiful.
She had a sudden feeling of what Leon must've felt when he came to see her in the hospital. Only this time he didn't wake up like she had. She had to get him out. She had to protect him. But how? There had to be something. Maybe she should go back and see if Chris had gotten the door unlocked.
Stroking his face, she bent down and placed a tender, soft kiss on his sizzling lips.
"I'll be right back," she whispered in his ear.
Clairefelt alone as soon as she left his side. She felt so guilty, so guilty that she had let this happen. She should've been awake. But instead she had blamed Chris for her wrong doing, which made her feel even worse. How could she have let this happen? She only hoped that Leon would forgive her if. . .when they got out of here.
She was just about to reach the door when she thought she could hear something moving behind
her. No time for wishful thinking, he wasn't going to wake up.
She placed her hand on the handle when she heard a grunting noise and something moving. . . spun around just intime to see Leon charging at her.
Withing seconds she could feel the terror rise in her, and a chill descended down her spine as his boiling hands seized her throat.
He was going to kill her.
His face was enraged. Fury burned in those wonderful eyes that she had grown to could feel her throat closing, and she thought it would burst. Trying to push him way, but he was too strong.
Suddenly, a horrible thought crossed her mind that he had never loved her. That he hated her, but when she looked in those eyes, those wild, raging eyes, she could see that it was not her husband. And she could hurt someone who wasn't her husband. She was so scared, she didn't know how to react at first. All she could do was stare at him in horror. Her hands wondered to her side. There had to be something. She felt something smooth and heavy. A bottle.
With her last ounce of strength, she wrapped the bottle around her fingers. She had to hit him on the head. It had to be on the head, not on the shoulder or it would mean the end of her life. It took her a moment to realize he was screaming something in her face.
"I'll fix you! You bitch!"
I'm going to pass out. I'm going to die.
Air she needed air. She raised the bottle as high as she could. Hoping that her aim would be right. Not on the shoulder, oh please not on the her eyes, she brought the bottle down. Claire could feel fragments of glass on her face as she heard it smashing against some part of his body.
The liquid splashed on her hand. His hands loosened around her neck. She cracked her eyes open and stared at him. She had hit him squar on the head. His eyes were dazed and blank as his giant form went crashing down next to her.
Blood. She could tasteit in her throat. Her hands still gripping the end of the bottle, she slid down to her knees. Her fear broke and tearstrickleddown her face. Her body began to convulse with sobs and a coughing attack. Blood sprayed out of her mouth.
That was so scary.
Claire drew in a shaky breath. It hurt to breathe. It hurt cough. Her sobbing didn't make it any easier to breathe. Her hand found her throat. It was sore when she touched it. There would be bruises that was a fact. A little bit more blood poured out of her mouth.
Claire then turned to look at him. He was completely out of it. More so then when she came in the room. Had he been faking it? No, he would've killed her the moment she came in if he had been conscious.
Wouldn't he?
The blood that had been on his forehead was now bubbling. She looked at the sticker that was now hanging off the broken bottle, wet and soggy. She had hit him over the head with hydrogen peroxide.
Gathering herself together, she got to her feet. He would wake up again. And when he did, he would kill her. She needed handcuffs, rope, something to keep him safe from her and himself. Then the idea hit her.
The boiler room.
Wrapping her arms around his chest she tugged him across the room to the boiler room. He would be safe in there. Just until she found a way out. His limp head rolled side to side as she moved to his feet and dragged him toward the room. It was difficult. He was very heavy. But Claire somehow found herself inching him along the floor. It took her a while, but finally she found her way across the hall and into the boiler room.
The room wasn't hot, just a little warm. Besides he wouldn't be there long. It was better then having him in that freezing morgue. Dropping his feet she cast a last look at him, and left. Locking the door shut from the outside. She brushed the tears away from her face and moved to see if Chris had opened the door. To her surprise it was open. But where was Chris?
"Don't move," a voice said behind her. She froze. "Turn around."
She obeyed. Sweat ran down her face as she held the gaze of the one person she never thought she'd see again. She felt her heart stop.
"Don't make me shoot you," said Steve Burnside, pointing a rifle in her face.
To be continued. . .
A/N: I pray you excuse me for delaying this chapter for so long. Stupid computer. I can't believe it broke down! But Chapter 10 will be up very soon. And I'm very excited to finish it. 10 is a chapter that I have been wanting to write for a long time. I hope you guys like this chapter, not my best work. But what can ya do?
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Did you know that. . .
If you press on the broken mirror in the locker room, Chris will groom himself in battle mode of
CV? And he'll do something else if you press on the tiger statue. I can't figure out what he's
doing. Maybe you can tell me
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