Disclaimer: I don't own any of the RE characters. But I wish I did….they're so perty….
Chapter 1
Running. I'm running. Can't stop. Danger. Chris yells something about an explosion. He runs. Chris is grabbing me. I can't breath. Can't go on. Too exhausted. Legs burning. I see a dark figure looking at us. Too dark to see his face. Leon? Is that you? He dashes away. Leon?! Don't leave me! Leon!
"Leon!" Claire yelled as she bolted up in her bed. Sweat poured down her face, she wiped away a short strand of hair that was in her eye. Cold air spilled in from the open window next to her small bed. She involuntarily shivered.
That same dream… She'd had that exact same dream every night for two weeks. She knew what it was based on; a mission in Europe after the whole London thing. She's thought she'd saw Leon, but no one else had seen him. Everyone dismissed it as a hallucination from depression.
Depression. She hated that word. She was sick of being called that. Sure, she had been depressed for quite a while after Leon's death, but that didn't mean she was anymore. Did it? No. Nine months was too long to be depressed.
The cold air reached her again, so she slid off the bed and slipped on some pajamas. She looked over to the digital clock sitting next to the bed and noted the time, 4:30. I won't get to sleep… Maybe if I eat something that'll take my mind off of it.
Chris rolled over on the large comfortable bed and looked at the green glowing clock, 9:30. That's strange. Somebody was usually up by now, making coffee or food or something. But there were no smells to greet him, no noises of pots and pans to annoy him. He groaned lightly at the sun beaming through the blinds on his side of the bed and slid his feet to the cold wood floor.
A warm, gentle hand rubbed across his back. "Morning." Jill said sleepily.
"Morning," he said as he turned and gave her a lopsided grin. "How'd ya sleep?" He lazily picked himself up off of the bed and stretched.
She wiped the sleep out of her eyes, "like a rock."
He smiled at her and slipped on some pants that were lying on the floor. He walked out into the carpeted hallway, down the stairs and into the rather large kitchen. He spotted Claire with her head down asleep on the table. Her still-short hair sprawled across her arms.
Must be the nightmares again. She'd taken Leon's death pretty hard, and had been having reoccurring nightmares about him. "Claire." He said as he gently shook her to wake her up.
"Five more minutes," she mumbled.
Chris smiled, stood straight up and took a deep breath. "The bus is leaving NOW!" He yelled. He could almost hear an echo through the old house.
Claire bolted up immediately. "Where?" She asked as she opened her eyes.
Chris crossed his arms and smiled at her. "Morning sunshine."
"Oh, hi." She said lazily as she rubbed at her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Half past nine," he replied. "When did you come down here?"
"Four," she simply replied as she grabbed the half-empty and half-melted ice cream box that Chris had overlooked before.
"Bad dream?" He asked, a little worry spread across his face. She nodded and stuck the large spoon into the milky ice cream. "Wanna talk about it?"
She opened her mouth to speak, but before anything could come out Rebecca and Carlos interrupted by yelling their way down the stairs.
"It is not that big!" Rebecca yelled as she came to the bottom of the staircase. They'd been inseparable since London, but Chris couldn't tell if they were just messing around, or seriously in love.
"Oh c'mon it's at least that big." He said holding his hands apart about eight inches. I don't want to hear this… Thankfully when the duo reached the kitchen they forgot what they were arguing about.
"Oh, ice cream!" Rebecca squealed. She hurried to the chair next to Claire's and picked up the spoon from the box.
"Sure you can have some." Claire said sarcastically as Rebecca began gobbling down the milky brown liquid inside the box.
"I guess I'll get breakfast ready." Chris said as he opened several cabinets. Where are the damn pans? He finally came up with a small pan and turned to the group. "So, Denny's or Village Inn?"
"Village Inn," Sara said sleepily as she walked into the kitchen. "Denny's eggs are awful."
Carlos nodded his approval from his seat next to Rebecca as did Claire; Rebecca was too preoccupied with the ice cream to even care. "I guess it's settled then."
"What's settled?" Jill yawned; walking into the room. She took a seat next to Claire and gave her a little wave.
"Village Inn for breakfast," Chris replied.
"Sounds good," she smiled.
"Anything sounds good compared to Chris's cooking." Claire smiled. "Like there was this one time…"
Not this again…
Wesker sat in a very dark and very large room filled to the brim with monitors. He held a small headphone speaker to his ear and listened carefully. The soft voices were interrupted by bursts of static every now and then, but it didn't bother him. He was thankful that he could hack into the Umbrella surveillance line undetected. I hate Village Inn.
He wouldn't have to worry about them for an hour or two, so he sat back in his comfortable chair and breathed in deeply. The soft white light spread across the room that made it look like a cloudless night with a full moon. He stared at the screens with intrigue as the renegade S.T.A.R.S. got all their stuff together and left the house empty for the time being. He reached for the dark red phone sitting on one end of the long rectangle table sitting in front of him, but then stopped. He really didn't want to take the time to call one of the local dumbasses to go rummage through the house not knowing what to find.
He sighed again and sat back, but before he could relax there was a beep. The phone. Dammit. He picked it up but didn't bother to say anything. At first there was silence then a quiet voice came through the earpiece.
"There's a problem."
Chris walked out of the rather large restaurant and patted his stomach. Even though he was full the smell of food still made him hungry.
Carlos and Rebecca walked out a few seconds later whispering about something unimportant. They were followed by Jill and the others.
Chris heard Carlos say something about 'cock' and finally had enough. "Okay guys, that's enough." He said in a firm voice. "Whatever you do in the bedroom is your business but the talking getting tiresome."
Carlos ran his hand through his and started to talk. "I swear, the second Barry left that's all you two talked about." He said, interrupting Carlos before he could say anything.
"Alright, alright amigo, we'll stop if it means that much to you." Carlos smirked.
"Thank you!" Sara half yelled half laughed. "And while you're at it, could you please be a little quieter at night?"
Carlos smirked again, "hey, that's her fault." He pointed to Rebecca.
"If you didn't go so damn fast we—
"Enough!" Chris yelled, throwing up his hands. "It's time to go." He started for the minivan, which was parked a few stalls down.
As he exited the shade into the sunlight he got to thinking. It's been a long time since we just relaxed and enjoyed the thing we're trying to save. That sounded like a good idea.
He hopped into the drivers' seat and waited for everyone to get in. "How does the park sound?" He asked as he checked the mirrors.
The small van was silent for a few seconds. "The park?" Sara finally asked.
"Yeah, I figured we could all relax, it is a nice day after all." He started the car.
"Alright, I don't have anything against it." Carlos said. Everyone else nodded as Chris backed out of the stall.
"The park it is then." Chris smiled. The park was clear across town, but he didn't have a problem with it.
Most of the car ride was normal, Carlos whispering things in a giggling Rebecca's ear, Claire and Sara made small talk and every so often Jill would start a conversation with Chris.
That's when he noticed the sky blue Shelby GT somethingorother following them. He'd noticed the same car seven turns back. "We've got a tail." He said slowly.
He saw someone slowly turn their head in the back of the car. "Spiffy car." Carlos laughed.
"Is it Umbrella?" Rebecca asked, looking a little nervous.
Jill looked in the side-view mirror quickly. "I can't tell, but that car's fast. We'll never be able to outrun it."
The van came to a stop at a red light. "We'll never know until we try, will we?" Sara smirked from her spot next to the window in the back.
Jill smiled at Chris and grabbed the handle above her window. "I guess not." Chris smirked back. "Everybody hold onto something, we're going for a little ride." He gripped the steering wheel tight and looked in the rearview mirror. Chin length brown hair parted in the middle, dark sunglasses, brown bomber jacket with white trim, about 5'8''-5'9''. No way.
He looked up at the light and waited for it to turn green. He only had to wait a few seconds, and when he saw the green he put the pedal to the floor. The tires squealed underneath the large family-size van and it took off in an unimpressive show of acceleration. He heard the large engine in the racer behind them rev up, and when he checked the mirror he saw it was only a cars' length behind them. Chris knew the large van was no match for the muscle car behind them, but he hoped the person behind the wheel wasn't a very good driver.
Everyone remained quiet, be it from fear or just concentration; Chris couldn't tell. He took the first right he came to and heard Rebecca let out a small scream as she flew somewhere in the back. He looked in the back quickly and saw Rebecca's face buried in Carlos's lap, who was grinning like an idiot.
"Chris!" Jill yelled. He quickly turned around just in time to see a green sedan swerve out of the way. He turned the wheel slightly in the opposite direction to avoid hitting the green car.
Chris looked into the rearview mirror and saw Claire's head whip around, probably to get a good look at the driver. "Is that…?"
Before she could finish her sentence Chris took a sharp right, sending her and Jill both flying in the opposite direction along with a loud squeal from the tires. "Sorry!" He yelled. Tires screamed from behind them and the blue car was hot on their tail.
He looked up ahead and saw an intersection, and a red light. He prayed for green as he flew my several honking motorists and nearly sideswiped a large truck. The van reached the intersection and the light hadn't changed, so Chris took a sharp right from the middle lane, cutting in front of several people in the process.
Honks and squealing tires filled Chris's ears, making it impossible to hear anyone else in the car. "We can't outrun it!" He yelled over the noise. He saw Jill nod slowly as he pulled out a gun from under the dashboard. He threw it to Jill while keeping his eyes on the road. "You're going to have to take out the tires." He said slowly.
She nodded again and leaned out of the window. But before she could get a shot off, Chris heard the blue car's tires squeal and saw it stop in the mirror. Jill got back into the van with a confused look.
Chris let up on the accelerator as he watched the Shelby turn around and go down a side street. "What the hell…"
Well. That's the first 2 parts….I hope you liked it. I won't be updating for a week or so, so I can type up what I have written and stuff like that. But what do you think? Is Leon alive? Is he really dead? Who was chasing the group? Why did they pick VILLAGE INN?? These questions will be answered soon enough!!!!