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In the elevator, Chris hit the button to go down. Then he paced around. "Calm down. She's going to be okay." Barry said. Leon was staring at the ground when Chris said, "What did you want to talk to me about?" "Oh... it's about Claire. I... um... Man why do I always not know what to say when it comes to these things? Do you know what I'm getting at?" Leon asked. "I think I do." Chris bent down. "You love my sister, right?" he then said. Leon looked at him with wide eyes. "Yeah. I guess I do." Leon said. "Now you know that I'm not just going to hand her over. Show her that you do and then tell her. If you can tell her, then we'll talk again. Okay?" Chris said. Leon nodded. "What are you two talking about?" Barry piped up. "Nothing important." Leon lied. "Yeah right." Barry joked. "I'll tell you later." Chris said. Barry nodded. Chris then turned his attention back to Leon. and said, "She's going to be fine in your care. Can I trust you with that at least?" "Yeah. I will keep her safe." Leon said determined. "I promise." he finished. Chris smiled at the young cop's determination. "You know, keep that up and you'll rise in the ranks." Chris said smiling. "I know. That's what they told me in basic training. But I quit the R.P.D. The whole place was overrun with monsters that I didn't know existed." Leon said. It was like he was beating himself up over it. Chris could see it. "I couldn't protect Sherry either. And Claire almost died trying to save Sherry. I couldn't help. I could only stand there and watch. I have to make it up to her. I--" "Don't say that." Chris interrupted him. "You can save her one last time. I know that you can." Chris said. Chris was too fond of the cop to let him do that to himself. 'We will get Claire away from whatever is down there.' Chris thought.
Wesker laughed loudly. His plan was working. He knew that if he couldn't kill Miss. Redfield, something else would. He had seen the floor open up beneath her. She WAS going to die. He knew what was down there. The monstrosity known as "055475 Code name: Juggernaut." One of the monsters that he helped make, and he was proud of it. With its claws and teeth... she was going to be ripped apart piece by piece. He wanted to watch what was going on, but someone else was in the main control room. He guessed it was Birkin, looking what was going on for him. Birkin was his lackey, he did whatever he told him to do. He was happy about his control over him. He could get him to do anything he wanted to do by himself. He laughed again, and put his hands behind his head in a resting position. He was going to win the round.
Claire was still with her back to the door. She was faced with the monster. I was big and she knew that. But how big? She had only seen one massive hand with claws. It took one more giant step, and her eyes widened. It was taller than a two-story building and smelled of marine water. Her nosed winced at the smell. She hated hated the smell of water, especially marine. Her gun that Barry had given her had barely made it move. Nothing was going to stop it at this rate. She was thinking about what all she could've done with her life. She wanted to be a cook at Emmy's so she could be close to her brother, get married and have little kids. She thought about what her brother would have to say when she found someone. It clicked. "What a great time to start thinking about him. Too bad. I'm not going to see him again anyway. Might as well make the moment last." she said aloud. She was thinking about Leon. That's who she wanted to have her kids with. She thought about what he and her can do. Who we can stop with the power of love. That was absurd. Chris would never agree. He had always joked around about her liking her high school crush, but he didn't even know Leon enough to do that. The ground shook, stopping the thoughts. "Now what to do?" she said. The thing roared again. The place shook again, making small rocks and dust fall down. She was getting sick of the smell. She ran toward it and shot it in the back. "I'm still not going down without a fight!" she yelled at it. She faced the front and ran looking for another exit. Just darkness. 'Oh man. Please let there be another door and let it be unlocked.' she thought. She tripped, falling face first toward the jagged rocks that she was running over. She managed to regain some of her balance and land hard on her knees. Hearing the thing turn around made her get up fast. It was hard to run. The rocks were so pointy, and she was getting tired. "No... can't stop." she said to herself. Her body stopped for air. Inhaling the fowl smelling air, the thing grabbed her. Then with one, long claw, it tore her clothing. She could feel her warm blood trickling down her back, and the pain was intense. Everything around her went dark. 'Goodbye Chris.' she thought and fell victim to the darkness.
The light ding of the elevator told the group that they were at the bottom floor, the basement. Hearing the fowl growls of something behind the door made their senses aware. "I don't care if I die in the process; I want Claire to be safe." Leon said. "I'm with you on that." Chris said. "Are you two actually getting along?" Barry joked again. Chris waved his hand at him and went on thinking about what it could be that was making that sound. They entered a chamber way. Dim, almost dark, but they could see one light in the distance. "Nothing's made an appearance yet." Leon said putting emphasis on the word yet. The slight growl was getting louder. "Barry, got any grenades? I got a feeling that we're going to need them." Chris said. "Yeah, about seventeen." Barry responded. Leon thinking about Claire didn't hear the question or answer. He knew what he was going to tell her. "Leon, is your cell phone working?" Barry asked. "Yeah, why?" Leon asked. "Because if she's hurt, we might have to call someone." Chris said. Leon kicked himself inside for not thinking of that. A sprawled body was on the floor. Chris being an old member of S.T.A.R.S. ran forward and checked on it. "CLAIRE! Wake up... please wake up." Chris yelled holding the half-dead Claire's head up. She was breathing slightly, but not hard enough for her to live like that. "Leon... call someone." Chris ordered. Barry fumbled inside his bag and pulled out his last F-aid spray. "I don't know if this will help, but here." he said handing it to Chris. "Thanks buddy." Chris said uncapping the spray and shaking it. "Help me turn her over. Apparently the wound is on her back." Chris said to Barry.
In the elevator, Chris hit the button to go down. Then he paced around. "Calm down. She's going to be okay." Barry said. Leon was staring at the ground when Chris said, "What did you want to talk to me about?" "Oh... it's about Claire. I... um... Man why do I always not know what to say when it comes to these things? Do you know what I'm getting at?" Leon asked. "I think I do." Chris bent down. "You love my sister, right?" he then said. Leon looked at him with wide eyes. "Yeah. I guess I do." Leon said. "Now you know that I'm not just going to hand her over. Show her that you do and then tell her. If you can tell her, then we'll talk again. Okay?" Chris said. Leon nodded. "What are you two talking about?" Barry piped up. "Nothing important." Leon lied. "Yeah right." Barry joked. "I'll tell you later." Chris said. Barry nodded. Chris then turned his attention back to Leon. and said, "She's going to be fine in your care. Can I trust you with that at least?" "Yeah. I will keep her safe." Leon said determined. "I promise." he finished. Chris smiled at the young cop's determination. "You know, keep that up and you'll rise in the ranks." Chris said smiling. "I know. That's what they told me in basic training. But I quit the R.P.D. The whole place was overrun with monsters that I didn't know existed." Leon said. It was like he was beating himself up over it. Chris could see it. "I couldn't protect Sherry either. And Claire almost died trying to save Sherry. I couldn't help. I could only stand there and watch. I have to make it up to her. I--" "Don't say that." Chris interrupted him. "You can save her one last time. I know that you can." Chris said. Chris was too fond of the cop to let him do that to himself. 'We will get Claire away from whatever is down there.' Chris thought.
Wesker laughed loudly. His plan was working. He knew that if he couldn't kill Miss. Redfield, something else would. He had seen the floor open up beneath her. She WAS going to die. He knew what was down there. The monstrosity known as "055475 Code name: Juggernaut." One of the monsters that he helped make, and he was proud of it. With its claws and teeth... she was going to be ripped apart piece by piece. He wanted to watch what was going on, but someone else was in the main control room. He guessed it was Birkin, looking what was going on for him. Birkin was his lackey, he did whatever he told him to do. He was happy about his control over him. He could get him to do anything he wanted to do by himself. He laughed again, and put his hands behind his head in a resting position. He was going to win the round.
Claire was still with her back to the door. She was faced with the monster. I was big and she knew that. But how big? She had only seen one massive hand with claws. It took one more giant step, and her eyes widened. It was taller than a two-story building and smelled of marine water. Her nosed winced at the smell. She hated hated the smell of water, especially marine. Her gun that Barry had given her had barely made it move. Nothing was going to stop it at this rate. She was thinking about what all she could've done with her life. She wanted to be a cook at Emmy's so she could be close to her brother, get married and have little kids. She thought about what her brother would have to say when she found someone. It clicked. "What a great time to start thinking about him. Too bad. I'm not going to see him again anyway. Might as well make the moment last." she said aloud. She was thinking about Leon. That's who she wanted to have her kids with. She thought about what he and her can do. Who we can stop with the power of love. That was absurd. Chris would never agree. He had always joked around about her liking her high school crush, but he didn't even know Leon enough to do that. The ground shook, stopping the thoughts. "Now what to do?" she said. The thing roared again. The place shook again, making small rocks and dust fall down. She was getting sick of the smell. She ran toward it and shot it in the back. "I'm still not going down without a fight!" she yelled at it. She faced the front and ran looking for another exit. Just darkness. 'Oh man. Please let there be another door and let it be unlocked.' she thought. She tripped, falling face first toward the jagged rocks that she was running over. She managed to regain some of her balance and land hard on her knees. Hearing the thing turn around made her get up fast. It was hard to run. The rocks were so pointy, and she was getting tired. "No... can't stop." she said to herself. Her body stopped for air. Inhaling the fowl smelling air, the thing grabbed her. Then with one, long claw, it tore her clothing. She could feel her warm blood trickling down her back, and the pain was intense. Everything around her went dark. 'Goodbye Chris.' she thought and fell victim to the darkness.
The light ding of the elevator told the group that they were at the bottom floor, the basement. Hearing the fowl growls of something behind the door made their senses aware. "I don't care if I die in the process; I want Claire to be safe." Leon said. "I'm with you on that." Chris said. "Are you two actually getting along?" Barry joked again. Chris waved his hand at him and went on thinking about what it could be that was making that sound. They entered a chamber way. Dim, almost dark, but they could see one light in the distance. "Nothing's made an appearance yet." Leon said putting emphasis on the word yet. The slight growl was getting louder. "Barry, got any grenades? I got a feeling that we're going to need them." Chris said. "Yeah, about seventeen." Barry responded. Leon thinking about Claire didn't hear the question or answer. He knew what he was going to tell her. "Leon, is your cell phone working?" Barry asked. "Yeah, why?" Leon asked. "Because if she's hurt, we might have to call someone." Chris said. Leon kicked himself inside for not thinking of that. A sprawled body was on the floor. Chris being an old member of S.T.A.R.S. ran forward and checked on it. "CLAIRE! Wake up... please wake up." Chris yelled holding the half-dead Claire's head up. She was breathing slightly, but not hard enough for her to live like that. "Leon... call someone." Chris ordered. Barry fumbled inside his bag and pulled out his last F-aid spray. "I don't know if this will help, but here." he said handing it to Chris. "Thanks buddy." Chris said uncapping the spray and shaking it. "Help me turn her over. Apparently the wound is on her back." Chris said to Barry.