Disclaimer: I don't any of the RE characters. And neither do you!
Chapter 7
Rebecca sat next to Tinker in the main living room on the plane. They'd just taken off, and Rebecca didn't like heights. "I hate planes." She said under her breath.
"You'll get used to it. Well, at least you should, you do have to spend another month on this thing." Tinker smiled.
She smiled back, and then looked at his laptop. He barely ever tore his eyes away from the screen. "What's so great about that computer?" She asked, leaning in closer to the screen; next to Tinkers face. "Is there porn on there or something?"
Tinker blushed heavily, but before he could say anything, Annie stepped into the room, eating a pop tart. "Why would he need porn when he's got me? I walk around naked all the time."
Rebecca looked at Tinker to find him blushing even more than before. "Porn is a waste of hard drive space." He quickly tapped a few keys and the computer screen went blank. "We won't be in the air long; Leon just has to meet with another friend. She supplies us with all the weapons and explosives we need."
"This early?" Rebecca was confused. "We still have another month to go." She propped her feet up on the table.
"It's always good to have a few extra things that go boom around here, just in case." Tinker looked nervous for some reason, he kept biting his lip.
How cute… She smiled at him, and looked at his blue fingernails, which were chipping. "Can I do your nails sometime?" She giggled.
He held out his hands and looked at them. "Sure." He smiled fully at her for the first time.
"Quit your flirting, Tinker, we all know you're a homosexual." David walked in gnawing on a stick of beef jerky.
"This computer doesn't look too heavy, but I can throw pretty hard." Tinker glared at David.
Rebecca spoke to David, but looked at Tinker. "It's okay David; he can flirt if he wants to."
Claire waved at Leon as he backed out of the cargo hold. He said he'd be gone for about an hour; he just had to see a friend about equipment. Claire made her way back into the living room of the plane and flopped down on the couch. Before she could make herself comfortable though, Rebecca hopped over the back of the couch and sat next to her.
"What's up chicken-butt?" She smiled.
Claire smiled back. "Nothing really…" She trailed off.
Rebecca looked closely at Claire, eying her for a second. "You're pissed off at something, I can see it." She sat back and smiled, obviously very confident in her assumption.
"Am I that obvious?" Claire smiled.
Rebecca nodded. "Not Leon though, right?" She leaned forward, intrigued in what Claire had to say.
Claire shook her head. "No, that new girl, Annie." She balled up her fist at the sound of her name. "She said Leon didn't love me."
Rebecca wore a confused look. "What? Of course he loves you Claire, don't let her get to you, she's just jealous."
"Really?" Claire sat back on the couch and relaxed. For some reason, talking to Rebecca was helping.
"Really really, there's no way in hell that Leon doesn't love you." Rebecca smiled.
"Thanks Beccy." Claire returned the smile. "What about you and Carlos?" She gave Rebecca a loving look of affection.
She stuck out her tongue. "We're through; besides, he wasn't that good in bed." She laughed. "That other guy here though, Tinker, he's really cute." Rebecca ran her tongue over her bottom lip and giggled.
Claire huffed. "He is kinda cute."
"Kinda? Have you even seen him? He's so innocent…" She reached up and pinched Claire's cheeks. "Like cute!"
Claire laughed. "Okay, okay, I get it. He might not be as easy to get into bed as Carlos though."
Rebecca blew air through her lips. "Carlos was just lust, Tinker is really sweet and shy…I think I'd wait a little while with him." Her eyes lit up. "Speaking of it, have you and Leon…." She trailed off.
"No…" She blushed. "Not yet anyway."
"Y'know, I could give you a few pointers if you want. Carlos used to love this thing I did with my tongue—
Boom
The sound came from the cargo hold, interrupting Rebecca mid-sentence. The room suddenly turned red as David burst into the living area.
"What the hell was that?!" David shouted, he was holding a large shotgun.
"I—I don't know, we were talking and…" Rebecca tried to explain, before a man walked into the living area. Someone Claire never wanted to see again.
Wesker.
Leon stood outside Angela's apartment door. He knocked for the third time, but he still didn't get an answer. He smirked as he pulled out a long, thing silver piece of metal and forced it into the lock. The flexible metal formed into the shape of the inside of the lock, and Leon unlocked the door.
As he stepped inside, he could hear music blaring from the bathroom, and the gentle sound of water running. He made his way into the kitchen to look for something to eat. He opened the refrigerator only to find Semtex lining the door.
"That's safe." He smirked as he closed the door and went for one of the cups lying beside the sink. He filled it full of water and gulped it down in a few seconds. Then another. And another.
He stopped and looked at the glass. What the hell? He heard the doorknob to the bathroom turn, and the door opened. Leon quickly spun around, hiding the cup behind his back. He put on a toothy grin for Angela, who he didn't hear right away.
He did notice her however when he saw her spin around the corner, wearing a towel. She had her arm outstretched and at the end of it was a nine-millimeter Beretta.
"You?!" Angela screamed, lowering her gun. "Didn't I tell you to never come back?" She spun around, walking towards another room in the apartment. "What did you think I meant by 'never'?" She reached the door and looked at Leon.
"Uh…Come back in a few weeks and apologize?" Leon cringed when Angela slammed the door shut. He drank a few more glasses of water while she was getting dressed.
She burst out of the room and sat down on the couch. "That was my house, Leon."
Leon walked into the living room and smiled at her again. "Well, it's not like you needed all that space anyway."
"Everywhere you go, trouble follows you." She huffed. She began to put an M16 back together, which was lying in pieces on her coffee table.
"Hey, Umbrella's the one who blew up your house, be mad at them." He picked up the carbine's magazine from the table. "And it's not my fault they followed me there."
Angela stopped putting the gun together and looked up at him. Her eyes squinted and she snatched the clip from his hands. "I hate you."
Leon looked at her in her eyes for a second, letting her know that he was serious. "I need your help."
"I really hate you."
"Angela, this could be the end. We've found the Umbrella HQ in Brazil." He stared at her.
Angela looked at him for a long time before she sighed and lowered her head. "What do you need…?"
Leon smirked as he drove down the long stretch of open road. He had enough weapons, ammunition, and explosives in his trunk and backseat to take on a small army. Which is what we'll be doing.
He pulled into the airfield from the small gate, and drove towards the plane when he noticed that the cargo hold was open and light was spilling out of it. He let his foot rest a little heavier on the gas, and he was there in a few seconds. He noticed the hatch had been broken open.
He could feel it happening again. Something inside him was growing. He could feel his rage boiling over as he slowly walked up the ramp to the door leading to the first hallway. He could hear his heart beating in his ear as he turned the doorknob.
The door opened to reveal a guard standing just on the inside of the frame, and that's all Leon could take. They came into his home and endangered the people he loved. He couldn't think anymore. All he could feel was rage.
His arms reached out and he grabbed the guard by his head and slammed it against the wall. He heard gunshots in the background, but he didn't pay any attention to them. The man he was holding onto went limp, but that didn't stop Leon from slamming his head against the wall a second time. Then a third, a forth, and finally on the fifth time his skull exploded. Blood splattered the walls, and Leon's face. Pieces of the man's brain fell to the floor with a sickening wet sound.
Leon saw muzzle flashes down the hall, and he casually walked towards them; running his hand along the wall leaving a trail of blood down the corridor. Then suddenly in a burst of speed he was at the attacker, holding the barrel of the still firing gun.
He felt the pain in his hand, but it didn't register. He ripped the gun out of the attacker's hands and pointed it at his face. But instead of pulling the trigger, he forced the barrel into his mouth, and through the back of his head.
He threw his still-dying body to the floor and sniffed the air. He noticed he could smell the blood on his hands, and on the walls. Something he couldn't do before. He also noted that it didn't smell particularly good.
He locked onto the sound of an automatic weapon cocking in the living area, and he made his way in to the larger room. He immediately ducked from the oncoming fire. When he pinpointed their positions via their gunfire, he struck.
Jumping over one of the chairs, he landed on one of the men, grabbing him by his head with one hand. The other guard's gun was grabbed by Leon's other outstretched hand.
Time stood still for a moment, before Leon decided what to do with them. The first guards head was crushed under his hand; the other was knocked onto the floor by Leon's feet. He got to his feet, and stomped on his chest, caving it in.
Leon slowly and carefully made his way towards the larger bedrooms, and then he suddenly smelled something sweet, something he wanted. Then suddenly his head hurt. It felt like someone was pounding on it with something really heavy.
He stumbled his way into one of the bedrooms, the one that had the sweet smell emitting from it. Through blurred vision he saw a body on the floor—Carlos. Leon fell to the floor, and friendly hands helped him back to his feet.
The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a large cut on Annie's arm. Then everything turned black.