Alanna Turnbull was looking for Cora. Cora would protect her. An HCF guard
rushed past, and the young scientist had to hide.
"I want to have a family one day." whispered Alanna, then trudged on. "I want to have a house with a white picket fence and a husband..." she trailed off. Not Gregory White. He scared her. A nice man who would take care of her.
There was Cora now. Alanna's eyes widened. She looked just afraid as she was feeling.
/Oh no! What if she can't find a way out!/
"There's a city." Cora said to Alanna as soon as the scientist rushed up to the soldier.
"Let's go!"
"I'm not leaving without the rest of Umbrella." Cora said, shaking her head. Wesker was moving among the vehicles, and so were Delta Team. Screams roared around them.
"It's a battlefield."
"Fair enough. I'm a soldier." Cora stooped over a dead Delta Team member's body. She hesitated, then checked his pulse. The man had put on his gasmask. "Fool."
There was something vaguely familiar about him ...
"Cora." he gasped, seizing the wrist that checked his pulse.
"Best." Alanna didn't know why Cora said the name like a curse, but she didn't like the weasly man.
"Please ... Cora ... save me. Wesker ... he's going to kill me."
"Ah? Did you save me from Wesker?" Cora's words were blunt. Alanna hated the man even more now. Coward!
/You're no rambo yourself./ she reminded herself. /Then again, I'm not a soldier. So there, at least I don't try to be a killer./ and Alanna tossed her golden hair over her shoulder and resumed glaring at Best.
"Alanna, take his Glock." Cora ordered. Alanna obliged, and Cora took the Socom off the man.
"Cora!" wheezed Best. "You traitor."
"You call me a traitor?" There was a dry amusement streaked with anger in her voice. "You ran out on me you son of a bitch!" Cora's voice rose to a scream at the end, and Best gasped as the nuzzle of the Socom dug into his ribs. Alanna screamed.
"Oh God please don't shoot him I can't stand the sight of blood!"
"You're a scientist." Cora said calmly, tense. "You cut up people." For a moment, she tensed and a potpourri of emotions ran across her face. "Like James."
"James? No. I just work on DNA. Gabriel won't let me near the cadavers."
Cora looked at Alanna, and there was pain in her face.
"We're all murderers, aren't we?" she asked softly. "All of us. Best, you, me, Wesker, Cobra ... All of us." but she walked away. Alanna followed.
"Cora?" she asked gently.
"Sorry." Cora had a grin on her face. "We're all sappy too, aren't we? C'mon, let's find Cobra and go home."
A sleek man that reminded Alanna of a horse went crashing through a wall, and Wesker leapt out after him.
"Say goodbye." he grinned.
"Get the fuck away from him, Wesker!" a streak of white tackled Wesker. It was like tacking a brick wall. Cobra had attempted to kill Wesker. Cora and Alanna stood, transfixed.
"Well, there he is." Alanna said helpfully.
"Yeah. With Wesker!" Cora said, gripping her Socom tightly. Neither of the men seemed to have noticed Cora or Alanna. Wesker was toying with Cobra - he was a large man, but he couldn't stand up to Wesker.
So Cora fired a spray of bullets with the socom. The spray hit Wesker's arm. He smiled, turning around. The smile was cold and deadly, a contrast to the bloody arm.
"Oh, there you are, Merandez." he said. "I wondered when you would show up. Just like the little weasel that you are." he flung out a fist, catching Cobra in the jaw, without even looking. Before Cobra could fall to the ground, Wesker had him with the man's own combat knife against his throat.
"Cora!" gasped Cobra. "Run!"
"He's like your brother?" Wesker asked softly. "Well, I don't think we'd want anything to happen to him." The knife cut a line of red into Cobra's throat, and he fell like a sack of potatoes.
"Oops. I guess something did happen to him."
"Alanna." whispered Cora, sounding as though her throat was dry. "Run. Please."
"No."
"Run, goddamnit!" shouted Cora. "Run to the city. Just leave. Please."
Alanna fled. For a second, she heard the blur coming towards her. Wesker wouldn't let her escape.
"Get the fuck away from her, Wesker! I'm the one you want!" Cora flung herself inbetween the scientist scrambling through the snow and the angry HCF agent. He was like an avalanche of black snow. Alanna ran, and for a moment there was only fading shouts, crackling of fire, and the crunching of snow beneath combat boots.
Then Cora let out a throatripping shriek, and Alanna ran faster.
/I'm sorry, Cora. I'll get Gabe. Gabe will avenge you. I promise./ Alanna sped through the snow, and she didn't even notice the tears trickling down her face.
Cora was screwed. There was no Team Biohazard to screw it up for her now. The horse looking man was lying on the ground not too far away, weeping loudly. Best moaned.
/If Alanna is alive, maybe that will wash some of the blood off my hands. Maybe. So many maybes. If there is a God, I am going to Hell - that's a certainty/
Cora lay, face down in the snow, panting for breath. Wesker came closer, kicking her aside. Her ribs cracked she knew that.
She was going to die. Wesker knew it, Cora knew it, the two Delta Team soldiers would die with her.
No.
So. So you think you can tell.
Heaven from hell.
Blue skies from pain.
Cora got to her feet, head swimming, eyes disfocused. She had said the word out loud, and Wesker was staring at her.
"You think you can escape?"
"I am not evil." she told him.
"Ah?" Wesker said, sounding interested. Slightly. Enough to stall for her life. "So, I guess that makes me the bad guy?"
"No. It makes me the winner." Cora said, and stepped backwards.
"Ah, a retreat?" Wesker eyed Cora. "I thought you better than that, Merandez." Cora drew two knives from the Delta Team's leaders outfit, then turned towards Wesker.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Wesker had the natural advantage, being larger, stronger, and empowered with his virus. But Cora was running on sheer desperation and fear. At first Wesker smiled, not even bothering to use any of his speed or stength. But then a look of suspicion came on his face, then concentration. Cora fought like a badger backed in a corner, and she was using every ounce of Dinzali's training, every ounce of every value that Umbrella had installed in her.
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Cora managed to duck one of Wesker's punches, going for the shortibs. It was all a distraction, and she knew it. She had much chance as any of the other soldiers. She sliced randomly with her knives. She was running on fumes of desperation, and Wesker would win unless if she got the final blow in, fast.
Faces swum through her vision. Amelia. Mother. Father. James Hulio. Hojo, Scythe, Tweek, Reeve. Cobra. Best. Salven. The horse faced man. Alanna. All of them, ghosts. All of them brothers, sisters, friends, lost to her. She would not survive this, but she could find a way to get a final revenge on what had happened to her, on what had been done to Cora Merandez. She danced backwards, and prepared herself.
Did you exchange
A walking part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish
How I wish you were here
Cora danced backwards, then drew back her arm, thrusting it forward. It hit Wesker straight in the shoulder. Wesker smiled, a cold ghost of a smile.
"You think that will stop me?" he showed disdain of Cora by not even speeding up, plucking the dagger from his shoulder slowly. Disdain was what would allow Cora her chance.
"Fly true." she whispered, and allowed the dagger to slip out of her hand. It was if everything was going in slow motion as the dagger pierced Wesker's stomach.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
Have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Wesker laughed, a cold, chilling laugh.
"This is the best you can do?" he asked. "I'm not going to bother." It was more than that. For once in his life, he was leaving a fight. Not running away. It was a mark of respect or hatred that he was letting Cora escape. Respect by letting her live. Hatred by promising a time where he would hurt her more in the future. She would never let him get that time. She crawled over to Cobra.
"Cobra?" she whispered. There was the fake cobra grenade in his left hand. He opened his eyes woozily.
"Cora?"
"You're alive."
"Not ... for ... long." he gave a faint smile. "Take this. I fought to the last. The worms'll have me. Team Biohazard will be coming soon. You'll be alright. You're ... you're a good woman, Cora. Innocent. Try to escape."
"Innocent?" Cora whispered, and there was something so comforting in that thought that she allowed consicousness to leave her, and she fell into a dreamless sleep on the spot.
"I want to have a family one day." whispered Alanna, then trudged on. "I want to have a house with a white picket fence and a husband..." she trailed off. Not Gregory White. He scared her. A nice man who would take care of her.
There was Cora now. Alanna's eyes widened. She looked just afraid as she was feeling.
/Oh no! What if she can't find a way out!/
"There's a city." Cora said to Alanna as soon as the scientist rushed up to the soldier.
"Let's go!"
"I'm not leaving without the rest of Umbrella." Cora said, shaking her head. Wesker was moving among the vehicles, and so were Delta Team. Screams roared around them.
"It's a battlefield."
"Fair enough. I'm a soldier." Cora stooped over a dead Delta Team member's body. She hesitated, then checked his pulse. The man had put on his gasmask. "Fool."
There was something vaguely familiar about him ...
"Cora." he gasped, seizing the wrist that checked his pulse.
"Best." Alanna didn't know why Cora said the name like a curse, but she didn't like the weasly man.
"Please ... Cora ... save me. Wesker ... he's going to kill me."
"Ah? Did you save me from Wesker?" Cora's words were blunt. Alanna hated the man even more now. Coward!
/You're no rambo yourself./ she reminded herself. /Then again, I'm not a soldier. So there, at least I don't try to be a killer./ and Alanna tossed her golden hair over her shoulder and resumed glaring at Best.
"Alanna, take his Glock." Cora ordered. Alanna obliged, and Cora took the Socom off the man.
"Cora!" wheezed Best. "You traitor."
"You call me a traitor?" There was a dry amusement streaked with anger in her voice. "You ran out on me you son of a bitch!" Cora's voice rose to a scream at the end, and Best gasped as the nuzzle of the Socom dug into his ribs. Alanna screamed.
"Oh God please don't shoot him I can't stand the sight of blood!"
"You're a scientist." Cora said calmly, tense. "You cut up people." For a moment, she tensed and a potpourri of emotions ran across her face. "Like James."
"James? No. I just work on DNA. Gabriel won't let me near the cadavers."
Cora looked at Alanna, and there was pain in her face.
"We're all murderers, aren't we?" she asked softly. "All of us. Best, you, me, Wesker, Cobra ... All of us." but she walked away. Alanna followed.
"Cora?" she asked gently.
"Sorry." Cora had a grin on her face. "We're all sappy too, aren't we? C'mon, let's find Cobra and go home."
A sleek man that reminded Alanna of a horse went crashing through a wall, and Wesker leapt out after him.
"Say goodbye." he grinned.
"Get the fuck away from him, Wesker!" a streak of white tackled Wesker. It was like tacking a brick wall. Cobra had attempted to kill Wesker. Cora and Alanna stood, transfixed.
"Well, there he is." Alanna said helpfully.
"Yeah. With Wesker!" Cora said, gripping her Socom tightly. Neither of the men seemed to have noticed Cora or Alanna. Wesker was toying with Cobra - he was a large man, but he couldn't stand up to Wesker.
So Cora fired a spray of bullets with the socom. The spray hit Wesker's arm. He smiled, turning around. The smile was cold and deadly, a contrast to the bloody arm.
"Oh, there you are, Merandez." he said. "I wondered when you would show up. Just like the little weasel that you are." he flung out a fist, catching Cobra in the jaw, without even looking. Before Cobra could fall to the ground, Wesker had him with the man's own combat knife against his throat.
"Cora!" gasped Cobra. "Run!"
"He's like your brother?" Wesker asked softly. "Well, I don't think we'd want anything to happen to him." The knife cut a line of red into Cobra's throat, and he fell like a sack of potatoes.
"Oops. I guess something did happen to him."
"Alanna." whispered Cora, sounding as though her throat was dry. "Run. Please."
"No."
"Run, goddamnit!" shouted Cora. "Run to the city. Just leave. Please."
Alanna fled. For a second, she heard the blur coming towards her. Wesker wouldn't let her escape.
"Get the fuck away from her, Wesker! I'm the one you want!" Cora flung herself inbetween the scientist scrambling through the snow and the angry HCF agent. He was like an avalanche of black snow. Alanna ran, and for a moment there was only fading shouts, crackling of fire, and the crunching of snow beneath combat boots.
Then Cora let out a throatripping shriek, and Alanna ran faster.
/I'm sorry, Cora. I'll get Gabe. Gabe will avenge you. I promise./ Alanna sped through the snow, and she didn't even notice the tears trickling down her face.
Cora was screwed. There was no Team Biohazard to screw it up for her now. The horse looking man was lying on the ground not too far away, weeping loudly. Best moaned.
/If Alanna is alive, maybe that will wash some of the blood off my hands. Maybe. So many maybes. If there is a God, I am going to Hell - that's a certainty/
Cora lay, face down in the snow, panting for breath. Wesker came closer, kicking her aside. Her ribs cracked she knew that.
She was going to die. Wesker knew it, Cora knew it, the two Delta Team soldiers would die with her.
No.
So. So you think you can tell.
Heaven from hell.
Blue skies from pain.
Cora got to her feet, head swimming, eyes disfocused. She had said the word out loud, and Wesker was staring at her.
"You think you can escape?"
"I am not evil." she told him.
"Ah?" Wesker said, sounding interested. Slightly. Enough to stall for her life. "So, I guess that makes me the bad guy?"
"No. It makes me the winner." Cora said, and stepped backwards.
"Ah, a retreat?" Wesker eyed Cora. "I thought you better than that, Merandez." Cora drew two knives from the Delta Team's leaders outfit, then turned towards Wesker.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Wesker had the natural advantage, being larger, stronger, and empowered with his virus. But Cora was running on sheer desperation and fear. At first Wesker smiled, not even bothering to use any of his speed or stength. But then a look of suspicion came on his face, then concentration. Cora fought like a badger backed in a corner, and she was using every ounce of Dinzali's training, every ounce of every value that Umbrella had installed in her.
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Cora managed to duck one of Wesker's punches, going for the shortibs. It was all a distraction, and she knew it. She had much chance as any of the other soldiers. She sliced randomly with her knives. She was running on fumes of desperation, and Wesker would win unless if she got the final blow in, fast.
Faces swum through her vision. Amelia. Mother. Father. James Hulio. Hojo, Scythe, Tweek, Reeve. Cobra. Best. Salven. The horse faced man. Alanna. All of them, ghosts. All of them brothers, sisters, friends, lost to her. She would not survive this, but she could find a way to get a final revenge on what had happened to her, on what had been done to Cora Merandez. She danced backwards, and prepared herself.
Did you exchange
A walking part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish
How I wish you were here
Cora danced backwards, then drew back her arm, thrusting it forward. It hit Wesker straight in the shoulder. Wesker smiled, a cold ghost of a smile.
"You think that will stop me?" he showed disdain of Cora by not even speeding up, plucking the dagger from his shoulder slowly. Disdain was what would allow Cora her chance.
"Fly true." she whispered, and allowed the dagger to slip out of her hand. It was if everything was going in slow motion as the dagger pierced Wesker's stomach.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
Have we found
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Wesker laughed, a cold, chilling laugh.
"This is the best you can do?" he asked. "I'm not going to bother." It was more than that. For once in his life, he was leaving a fight. Not running away. It was a mark of respect or hatred that he was letting Cora escape. Respect by letting her live. Hatred by promising a time where he would hurt her more in the future. She would never let him get that time. She crawled over to Cobra.
"Cobra?" she whispered. There was the fake cobra grenade in his left hand. He opened his eyes woozily.
"Cora?"
"You're alive."
"Not ... for ... long." he gave a faint smile. "Take this. I fought to the last. The worms'll have me. Team Biohazard will be coming soon. You'll be alright. You're ... you're a good woman, Cora. Innocent. Try to escape."
"Innocent?" Cora whispered, and there was something so comforting in that thought that she allowed consicousness to leave her, and she fell into a dreamless sleep on the spot.
