Chapter 8
Jill sat with her head down on the large bed in Steve's room. Carlos was dead. Killed by Wesker. She'd never hated that man more in her life. Carlos and her had been through a lot together, and she cared for him. Her hands balled up into fists when she looked at Carlos' body again. He just didn't look like him. His eyes were rolled back into his head, his skin was pale, and there was a gaping hole in his gut.
He killed him in front of us. He wanted us to see it. Jill cringed. She remembered when Wesker was a teammate. He was so laid back then. She had no idea how much of a sick sadistic bastard he was.
She looked over at Rebecca; she was taking it the hardest. She was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, being comforted by Tinker. She was the closest to Carlos, even though they'd broken up already. Her face was red from the tears she'd shed, and Tinker was holding her close.
Most of the rest of the group were pacing around the room, their faces red with anger. She couldn't blame them. Someone comes into their home, kills a friend and a valued team member, and then flees; leaving his lackeys behind to do his dirty work. What a coward. Her mind scowled.
Someone yelled in the distance, somewhere towards the rear of the plane. Everyone in the room collectively stopped what they were doing and listened. Automatic gunfire came from about the same position, but was silenced a moment later. More yells came from closer. They didn't sound human.
It was Jill's guess that they weren't. A few more bullets were fired, but they too were silenced moments after they began.
Everything was silent. Not a single sound. No more monstrous yells. The door slowly creaked open; Leon was on the other side. He was a mess. His hands and face were covered in blood, and from what Jill could tell, he was hurting. She counted five bullet holes on his right side, and several more on his left arm. He was holding his head, smearing the blood on his hands across his face.
He collapsed to the floor seconds after he arrived, and everyone standing helped him back to his feet. He looked up for a split second, then his eyes closed and his whole body went limp.
Leon stood under the hot water of the shower, leaning on the wall; watching the blood drip to the bottom of the tub and swirl down the drain. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to hit something. He was sick and tired of not being able to get close to anyone for fear of hurting them. Not being human.
He sighed and twisted the shower knob off and stepped out of the tub. While drying himself off, he looked into the mirror. Despite the fact that it was mostly covered with condensation, he could still see his eyes. They were both the same light blue color; his right eye had changed color. The last time that happened….
He shook the thought out of his head. That wasn't something he wanted to remember right now. Leon noticed that his wounds had already healed up. His regenerative power had gotten stronger since his anger fit. He stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom into his bedroom after he slipped on some boxers. Annie was standing in the middle of his room, wearing practically nothing and holding a half full bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Hey…" She said in a low seductive voice.
"I don't want any company right now." Leon walked past her to his bed.
She turned. "Why not?" When she walked to him, Leon noticed the way she moved her body; intentionally swaying her hips from side to side, more so than usual.
"Did you not see what I did out there?" His voice started to rise. "I'd just rather be alone right now." He calmed himself
Annie took a swig of the alcohol. "I like a man with power." She purred; her hand found its way around his waist.
Something was wrong. Leon's head started to pound. He shoved her away and the bottle flew out of her hand spilling onto the floor, but it didn't break. "Get out." He whispered as he clutched at his head.
"What the hell was that for?!" She yelled angrily.
"Get OUT!!" He surprised himself with the way his voice deepened. But rather than question it, he pointed to the door.
Annie gave him an angry look, but didn't question him. She walked out of the room without another word; she didn't even slam the door.
He stumbled into the bathroom, and while still clutching his head he started to vomit into the open toilet.
Wesker stood on the vast outstretched tarmac and watched the large black plane take off into the night sky. He smiled to himself, despite the fact that he'd lost some of his best men. Ada had done it; she'd infected him with that God forsaken virus. He'd have to think of something quick. There was no way he could stand up to something like that.
He turned and started for the bus. There was no doubt in his mind that Leon would give into it sooner or later; that kind of thirst was impossible to ignore.
Sorry that took so long guys…I had a little trouble with this one. What do you think Wesker is so spooked about? What thirst? Wait to find out!!!