Sometimes they Come Back
diddly day
Disclaimer: Not mine, Nada!
A/N: Every time I see the name of this chapter, I think of the Rob Zombie song. "Time to diiieeee!" I didn't mean to do that at the time. Great, now I ruined it for myself. So read the chapter, and if you like it, send me a review. But if you hate it, go away.
Chapter 12
Click.
Leon flinched as the he expected to feel the side of his head be blown to bits. Instead, the sight of Wesker's cold eyes gazing at him, alertly moved to the trigger of his pistol. The yellow gleam of his eyes widened with shock. At that moment, Leon knew that Wesker had not intended to spare his life.
"Misfire." Leon whispered.
He only had time to catch a glimpse of Wesker's finger pulling back the trigger once more before Claire let out a hair-raising shout.
"Leon! Get down!"
Reacting on command, Leon's lower body dropped, just missing the earsplitting shriek of the bullet whizzing by his head. Without hesitation, he pulled his fist back and rammed it into Wesker's crotch.
For a man who could pick Leon up and fling like he weighed no more then a bundle of sticks, Wesker's face turned the color of deep scarlet and his tiger-like eyes bulged out of his head in pain. Leon, acting quick, took this opportunity to snatch his gun away from him. Rising from his crouched position, he quickly jumped up, and if being of a seesaw, Wesker fell to his knees in desperate agony.
Finish him off, the voice in the back of Leon's head told him.
Dropping aglance at Claire, lying on the ground in misery, he could feel his finger pulling back the trigger ever so slightly.
"Do it," grunted Wesker, his face now turning back to its original, ghostly white, color. "Lets see how much of a man you are."
Those were soon to be his last words. In a split second he would be gone, out of their lives forever. Anger boiled up in the depth of Leon's heart, and was about to erupt, when a bullet hissed so close to his ear, he could feel the wind on it.
"I'll get you, you asshole!" It was Ada.
He could hear Claire groan, but her groan turned into a shout of victory as she soon who else entered the room.
"Chris!" he heard her shout with love and compassion.
Faster then he had got the gun, Leon could feel it ripped from his hands. Wesker's cold laugh echoed in his mind. Turning to face the beast that he so unwilling almost killed.
"You've always had a short attention span, Kennedy." Wesker grinned as the gun twitched lightly in his hand.
"I'll kill you!" Ada's shrill voice once again broke Leon's concentration on Wesker.
"Shut up!" boomed Wesker. "You've finished your duty! Now leave!" The gun suddenly pointed over Leon's shoulder and fired towards Ada. Leon's head whipped around on instinct, only to see Ada still standing in place.
"You're getting a little rusty, aren't you Wesker?" Ada spat. The gun cocked again.
"That was a warning, Miss Wong. Next time I won't miss."
"I'll give you that chance now, bastard!" Leon backed up as Ada raised her pistol to Wesker. The two seemed to be occupied with each other.
"Don't tempt me my dear," hissed Wesker in his deep voice.
There they stood, their guns pointed in each others faces. Leon dove over to Claire side, while Chris limped over to Leon.
"Put your arms around me, Claire," he whispered. Claire, weakly put her arms around her husband. Lifting her, he was alarmed by how light she was. Almost as light and as soft as a pillow.
"Go," Chris soughed. Ada and Wesker bickering made it easy for either of them not to noticed the three of them. "Get her out of here."
"But Chris-" Leon protested.
"I'll be fine."
Chris lifted up his untucked shirt to show the small hand gun he had tucked in his belt. "Just go!"
Leon nodded and gripping Claire gently, sprinted toward the door.
Once outside, Leon closed the door with his foot, and latched it by pressing his back against it. He looked at Claire, blood seemed to stream everywhere on her body. When he pressed carefully on her stomach to keep her from rolling out of his arms, she moaned. Terror struck him as he realized that he hadhurt herto the point of re-breaking her rib.
"Put me down. . . .Leon. . . .please. . . .I can. . .walk," her breath came out choppy. She was losing more blood.
"No, I'm not letting you go," he hushed.
His eyes may have been deceiving him, but he thought he could see her mouth form a small smile.
"I'm not. . . .going anywhere."
"You think you can walk?" she looked at the ground and then at the small lift at the end of the hall. She inhaled deeply.
"I know I can walk," she responded in one breath.
Reluctantly, he put her feet on the ground. She swayed lightly at first, but composed herself and began to walk, slowly. She made it about to steps before she stumbled. Almost falling, Leon quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her close.
Resting her chin on his chest, they stared at each other. A mixture of sweat and blood coated her face and her eyes glinted with hope. Her greasy hair clumped together in strands, and blood which lead a trail from the corner of her mouth down to her chin was beginning to dry. Shadows of her hair framed her face, holding her eyes in dark mystery. She never looked more beautiful.
"Lets hurry up. Shall we?" a rather high piercing voice said from behind them.
Leon looked around to see the boy who had held a gun to Claire's head only hours before, standing with his hand clamped over his shoulder. His green shirt, turning black over the spot where his hand covered told Leon he had been shot.
"You!" Leon shouted. "You're the one who had the needle! You helped put that stuff in me!"
The young man looked shameful as well as impatient. He stared past Leon and at Claire, waiting for her to say something.
"It's okay, Leon," Claire's hand slid up and rested on his chest. "He's with us. He helped me save you. It's Steve."
Burnside? Steve Burnside?
He knew he had heard that name somewhere. It all seemed to make sense now. Leon turned to look at him.
"So you're the famous Steve," Leon couldn't help the hint of bitterness that was in his voice. "Are you here to help us? Or are you going to switch teams again?" Steve raised an eyebrow at him.
"So you're the famous Leon. I heard about you when I met Claire. Between you and me, I think she had a little thing for ya."
Despite his cockiness, Leon smiled at him. He was likeable enough. But only enough to get them out of here. And Claire had a blush creep into her neck.
"Steve," she whispered warningly. Steve smiled at Claire, and Leon looked down at his wife.
"She never shut up about you on Rock Fort," Steve continued.
Leon also raised his eyebrows at her.
"Is that so?"
"Now's not the time," Claire stated looking away from her husbands gaze.
"Right, come one," Steve walked besides Claire and Leon. "I know where we can go to get out of here." Leon put an arm around Claire and began to help her walk down the hall.
"Where's that?" he asked Steve.
"I was the one who flew Ada over, so I know where to go. There's a small jet plain located in the back of this lab. All we have to do is get to it." Steve clutched his shoulder and watched Claire closely as she hobbled down the hall.
"How do we get there?" asked Claire. Leon could feel her hands gripping on his shirt with all of her strength.
"Just follow me," Steve said briskly and walked in front of them, leading them away from the elevator.
The three speedily, (or as speedily as they could) heeled through the lab.
"So what happened back there? After I left?" Claire questioned again, her curiosity getting the best of her. Steve cast a glance over at her.
They came to a door, and Steve jerked it open. It was dark, except for a few lights, which flickered causing a sort of strobe effect. Out of know where, a sort of fear leaped into Leon. Not the kind that he was used to. Having Wesker attack him at the last minute, or Claire dying. It was different from all the times he busted a few drug dealers, orhaving to clean up a crime scene.
No, it's a different kind of fear. It is silly fear.
This was a type of childhood fear. When you were afraid to take the trash out at night, or to look under you bed in fright of a monster peering at you.
"After you left, Ada just ranted, about how we were all gonna die, and that how I was going to burn in hell for betraying her, blah blah blah."
"Sounds rough," Leon muttered. This time Steve threw him an annoyed peek.
"Anyway. When she saw you, Leon, and Wesker on the security camera's, she just flipped out. Started shouting 'that bastard, that bastard!' and jetted out of there," Steve shook his head at the memory. "Chris and I just stared at each other, and followed her. What else were we supposed to do?"
"She's crazy," Claire mumbled quietly. "She just snapped."
"I think she was always crazy," Steve responded. "She acted really weird when we were alone with her. But she probably covered it up better when she was with you. Ada's a great actress."
She fooled all of us.
All of them kept silent. Leon wondered how Chris was taking his situation. If he wasn't dead already.
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"I should kill you right here!" Ada shouted. Wesker flinched, Chris thought he looked like he was using all his might not to shoot her.
"Do not forget who you are talking to," Wesker grunted through his vampire-like-teeth.
"Do not forget who made you. I worked on the S-toxin to make you into the tyrant you are. So don't bitch to me about being superior!" Ada fired back.
Chris crawled forward to the others, who lay sprawled out incapacitated. Jill's eyelids were beginning to flutter. The rise and fall of her chest was slow, and her face was cold and clammy. She licked her cracked lips. When Chris looked down he saw that her hand was shaking. Quickly, but softy, he began to lightly slap her face.
"Jill, Jill!" he whispered.
Ada and Wesker were screaming now. Any second Chris expected them to start shooting each other. Not that it would do Ada any good.
"Jill get up!" Her eyelids were rising. "You've got to get up! C'mon Jill!"
Jill took a deep breath, and when she did, her chest rattled. Chris winced.
"Okay! Okay! Look at me." She did.
Sure she was looking at him, but was she seeing him?
"Where am I?" her voice was raspy.
The breath that Chris had been holding exploded and for the first time in what felt like forever, he smiled.
"Long story. You've been drugged, so's everyone else. We need to get out now!" he rushed.
Jill stared at him blankly. Her eye searched his face.
"You're hurt."
She was looking at his head that Leon had bashed in. Chris had completely forgotten the pain. The blood was now drying and sticking to the side of his face.
"I'll be fine. But it's hard to walk. I got shot in-"
A slapping noise interrupted him and he froze.
Jill's eyes widened as she stared past him at Wesker and Ada.
"What?" he asked. Jill didn't answer. She just stared straight ahead of her, shocked. "What?" he asked more urgnetly.
Chris was afraid to hear the answer, he hadn't forgotten about Ada and Wesker, as they seemed to have clearly forgotten about he and Jill.
"She slapped him," Jill hushed. She was staring at Wesker with horror, her face turning snowy white, looking as if she were about to vomit.
Trying to be as smooth as possible, Chris's head turned around gaze at the horrific scene. It must've only been a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Wesker stood with the side of his face that was visible to Chris pulsing red. Ada was bunching her fist as if it were in pain. Their eyes locked the whole time, Ada raised her gun again, but Wesker was to fast.
"You stupid little bitch," he said softly.
His hand stretched out and snatched the gun away from her and with a quick snap, broke her wrist on the hand which had slapped him. Before she had time to utter a cry, his other hand shot out and grasped her throat. He lifted her above the ground like a piece of styrofoam. The vain's bulged from his arm. Ada, her tiny hands around his heroic fist, trying in vain to get away from the evil monster she had created. Then. . .he smiled his wicked smile. The smile of Satan himself.
"To be killed by the thing in which you created. Ironic isn't it?"
Ada managed to squeak in reply, her face was turning purple.
"Miss Wong," Wesker spoke slowly. "I'm relieved to inform you that your assignment is finished."
He was so quick, Chris couldn't figure out how he got so much momentum without swinging his arms back. Within seconds, Ada was air born, her body crashed into the metal door. The crack of her ribs was enough to make Chris want to pass out.
But unlike he thought, her body didn't stop at the door. The door bent, making a popping noise at it broke from it's frame and a loud thud on the ground. Ada's body flew through the air, sailing like a shooting star, right into the wall across the hall. Her head hit it first, making her neck bend back. The impact caved her head as the white wall was now streaked in blood. Dark blood oozed from her head as she slowly slid to the floor.
Her lifeless body crumbling on the floor.
They were never going to escape him. He would kill them before hey got out, or die trying. As Chris stared at Ada's bloody, cracked head, he could feel his stomach turn. Wesker had probably given her whiplash when she smashed into that wall. He turned his eyes away back at Jill. That's when he felt a strong hand grasp his shirt.
"I almost forgot about you,"
Wesker's low growl sent a chill through his soul. The ground left his feet and he was left hanging in the air, facing the devil. His hands gripping his neck like he had with Ada.
"Chris, you and I keep running into each other," Chris stared into Wesker's yellow eyes, unable to breathe. "But that won't be happening anymore. I'll make sure of that."
And just as he had done with Ada, Chris found himself flying through the air. Knowing what was coming, he tucked his head so his chin was pressed against his chest. He felt his body hit the wall, and because of his quick actions, his head was saved from being caved in from the blast. A pain shot through his shoulder, and he landed on something lumpy.
His head snapped up, staring into the cold, dead eyes of Ada. Her pupils were dilated, the blood from her skull running through her eyes. A scream erupted deep in Chris's chest as he tried to lurch away from the dead body. He bones stuck out of her neck making him shake with terror. He tried to slither away from her. His belly sliding across the floor like a serpent, trying to remember to breathe. He stopped when he saw Wesker's boot stand before him. Automatically, he reached for his pistol tucked in his belt, but before he could, Wesker brought his boot crashing down on Chris's hand. His teeth clamped down in pain and he could feel Wesker's hand on him, pulling his gun out of his belt.
"You just hide these everywhere don't you?" Wesker turned the gun in his hands.
"Get. . .away!" Chris heaved through clenched teeth. Wesker moved his foot over Chris's hand to silence him.
"Do me a favor Chris, just die."
Chris heard the click of his gun. He shut his eyes waiting for his life to end. A woman's shout interrupted his wait for death, and instantly Chris's eyes shot up to see Jill hurling herself at Wesker with a pole, much like the one Leon used to smack him with, clenched in her hands. The presser from his hand lifted as Wesker whirled around. Before Jill could so much as lay a finger on him, his hand pressed against her face and sent her flying back five feet. Her skin squeaked as she slide across the white tile floor. Wesker now seemed to be distracted with Jill. Thinking quick, Chris reached for his trusty pocket knife and with a quick thrust, sent in plunging into Wesker's leg.
He let out a cry and spun around back at Chris. Before getting up and running down the hall toward the boiler room, Chris threw a quick graze at Jill who looked up dazed. He could hear Wesker running after him. Usually, he was fast than lighting, but the knife must've been slowing him down. Rounding the corner to the Boiler Room and almost missing it completely, Chris looked for anything he could us as a weapon. The first thing his eyes feel upon were the bars used for repairing machines.
Walking over to them, he stopped next to the glass window. Through it, he could see stairs that seemed to wind miles down below. He didn't have much time he had to think fast. Suddenly he could feel Wesker's presence. Spinning around to face him, his face was bright red with weariness, or was it anger?
Probably both.
"I will not be interrupted in killing you this time!" Wesker shrieked. He began to inch his way over to Chris.
Chris's eyes scanned the room, looking for anything that would help him. The Bars were to far away. There was nothing that he could do. Backing away, Chris's foot knocked over something. Looking down, he saw it was a can of gasoline used to power some of the machines. With every last once of strength he possessed, Chris heaved the can up to his chest. Unlatching it, the oily scent filled his head. Wesker, to focused on Chris, that he failed to see what he beared in his hands. Flinging his hands out, Chris saw the coppery liquid spill over Wesker's body and splash inhis face causing him to stop dead in his tracks. A trail of gas formed between Chris and Wesker.
Wesker's yellow eyes stared at him in shock, his teeth bared in anger. His catlike eyes widened when he saw what Chris had dug out of his pocket.
The white flame of Chris's lighter danced wildly in his outstretched, triumphant fist. He held the lighter with all of his might. Wesker seemed transfixed by the flickering blaze. Chris was oddly aware that his hand was shaking ever so slightly. Although his voice was strong as he spoke.
"Do me a favor Wesker," Chris whispered as he lowered the flame to the pool at his feet, "go back to hell."
The pool of gasoline ignited in a blaze of fury as the flame scorched it. Whipping through the trail and up Wesker's body, his body seemed to combust in a wave of fire. Howling out in agony, he became a human torch in a matter of seconds. His arms lashing out in front of him in one last attempt to kill Chris. The aroma of burnt flesh made Chris want to vomite.
Looking up, he could see the glow of Wesker's eyes. They seemed to burn like a demon through the flair. All his hair was now a wig of flames. Lurching forward, Wesker's black hands reached out to Chris. Ignoring the pain that shot through his leg, Chris jumped out of the way just in time.
A crash and a spray of glass as Wesker dove through the glass window that Chris once stood in front of. Like a match falling down a well, Wesker's inflamed body lite up the endless stairwell. Chris wasn't sure how long, but if felt like a century when he heard a sickening thud at the bottom.
Gathering his wits, he took a deep breath. With all his might he managed to stand and limp toward the door.
It was done.
He had killed the monster. The super tyrant was now a burnt up heap at the bottom of the lab. Chris didn't feel it, but tears of joy ran freely down his face. He felt a grin creep into him and forgot all of his pain.
Peeking into the main hall he saw Jill. She was kneeling on the floor, her head in her hands. He looked a few centimeters to the left. He saw that she had thrown up. Looking up, she met his gaze, her blue eyes giant.
"You're alive!" she breathed. Chris nodded and knelt down beside her. His strong arms wrapping around her.
"Chris, I'm so sorry, I think I blacked out for a minute," she sobbed into his chest. He pulled her away and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Shhh. I know. He's dead."
"Dead?" she choked. "Really? Is he really dead?"
Chris nodded.
He looked down at her and their eyes locked. For the first time in years, he felt his heart flutter. It was as if he was a kid back in highschool. Before he knew what he was doing, his lips were brushing Jill's. She responded, and when the kiss ended he pulled away, Jill was smiling.
"We need to go," her voice was soft. Chris nodded in return and pulled her to her feet.
"Lets go wake up the others."
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"Are you sure this is the right way?" Leon asked Steve as he held onto Claire weak body. Steve nodded.
"Positive."
Steve reached for a large, metal door. Jerking it open, it revealed a great jetplane on the other side..
"Will all of us fit?" Leon asked as he stared at the jet.
"We'll have to make everyone fit," Steve responded.
Leon looked over to Claire. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled from side to side when he moved. The parts of her body that weren't stained with blood were exceedingly pale. Her pink, cracked lips were slightly parted as she breathed through her mouth. If she took in too deep of a breath, she would wince.
"We need to get her out of here," Leon wrapped both arms around her. Steve grabbed the cargo door on the jet and yanked it open.
"Stick her in here. She'll be safe." Leon picked her up, and this time, she didn't object. This worried him.
Placing her softly inside Leon turned back around to meet Steve, who was clutching his arm. He turned back to Steve who was grabbing his wounded arm and leaning against the door. He looked up miserably at Leon.
"Lets get out of here," Steve wheezed.
"Not yet. We need to help the others."
Setting Claire down, he walked over to the door and picked up the rifle that Steve had held and handed it back to him. Knowing what he meant, he grabbed it and walked out the door. He had made it about three feet when he stopped.
"Hey Leon, take care of her."
Leon ignored the flaire of anger inside him and nodded as he watched Steve walk back to his friends.
To be continued. . .
A/N: well, I bet you all thought this was the final chapter? HA! But I've got the summer to write so don't worry, It won't take even half as long as this one did. It's not that great of a chapter but I really want a good ending. And I just didn't think I could cram it all in one chapter. So, not to worry, I'll have the next one up in a jiffy. And if I don't you can kill me.
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Like I said, I'm not gonna rush the end so expect chapter 13 up sometime in the next week or so.