Billy's Story

Chapter 6

Walking Alone

It has been only a few hours from the time that the creature took her, only one hundred and twenty minutes; and I could do nothing to stop it, nothing, nothing at all. No, that's not true I could have shot, I could have shot till I ran out of ammo. I...I...I just couldn't have risked hitting her. (It was too much to bare, I had actually loved her; why could I now that she needs me the most, why could I not go to her side, to help her.) I can only hope that I can reach her in time.

I made my way through the mess in the main hall, there was even more stagnate blood on the glass, (could this truly be the work of Umbrella??) and there was noise coming from outside a shrieking shrill sound sounding almost as if something somewhere was being tortured. The old musty smell of the house changed to the sent to dried blood in hot weather. I again found my self-pondering the meaning of the painting of the old man, I seemed as if he was looking at something, something frightening, and something that was terrifying him. In the painting the man was wearing an odd pin on his chest that resembled on of the leeches, but the pin was solid green. The main door to the mansion began to flail wildly and burst open. There I found a monstrosity, it looked like woman beaten, bused and whipped into a horrific state. 'She' appeared to have many faces plastered to her body, or maybe sown on. She held a giant steel chain, rusted from blood, which she swung like a whip. I ran to hide from behind the staircase she burst in screaming and howling through the doorway. I recall thinking "my god, Rebecca no, how could this be...I...I must stop you." I checked my magazine clip, I had enough I hoped. I ran, actually it was more of a dive out from behind the staircase and let five bullets fly. I could feel the kick of the gun even in the middle of the air; I could almost feel the bullets hit their mark. The first hit her upper left shoulder, then the bottom of her kneecap, then the left side of her chest, then her right eye was blown out, the final bullet hit her square in the forehead. The creature limped, staggered, and then fell.

The creature started to raise again, "You son of a bitch, die, fucking die!!!"

I got over the creature; I could feel its moist breath clinging to my skin, almost as if it was crying to me to kill it. It lunged at me; I was so caught up in the moment that I could barely feel my back splinting a grandfather clock. It rammed me, rammed me hard too. I got up and tackled it; I could feel the dead skin of the creature almost trying to conduce me. I got up put my foot to its head and shot three shots into the creature's skull. The crunching sound was almost unbearable. I could hear its heart beating, but it was not just beating at a normal rate, its chest burst open and her inners revealed that she had in fact had many hearts. That was the last thing that I could recall because then some sticky substance squirted out from the creature, blinding, and paralyzing me, I soon found sleep the only need for me.

I laid down for what seemed hours, all I could remember was the faint sounds of peoples voices in the background mumbling, "Yes, he should be a fine experiment... Get Wesker down here now, and tell him we have a fresh host for the new strain." I laid still in hope of not being discovered, but as I gained some function over my body again I found that they were over me, talking, dressed up in surgeon gear and poking and probing me like I was some strange object that has never been seen before. "What about the girl?" "Do nothing to her till Wesker gets down here, do you hear me, do nothing." "Ok sir, injecting the host with the tranquilizer now." I could feel what seemed to be an iron rod being stabbed into my arm; the pain was horrific, imagine having a pencil stabbed into your arm and you cannot say or do anything, you are screaming, but no sound comes out; then you feel a sharp burning pain in your muscles, almost like pulling a muscle but more burning sensation. Then think of your muscles contracting, and expanding in rapid secession causing your whole body to go into spasms. With all of that one can get a vague feeling of what I experienced. I woke up in a jail cell with padlocked doors, stone floors, and a burning need to tear up the first thing I see. The air was thick, almost seemed that that air had not been breathed in ages. When I regained my motor functions I begin to sit up and to view my other surroundings. There was a very sudden stench of animal waist, and I shot up to the bars covering my escape to look to my left, only to see that there were monkeys, or maybe chimpanzees, but whatever they were they were screeching, making racket unheard of by normal ears. I yelled for as long as I could to get help, but it was to no avail, I noticed that one of the jail doors was broken down, about the size of a full human male. (This made me wonder, was Rebecca and I the only people here, but were they taking people all this time for their purposes.) I slowly sat down, and laid on the bed, I could feel something next to me, something cold but alive. I could now hear it breathing, taking deep shallow breaths. I slowly rolled over and looked to see that my worries were for nothing, because it was Rebecca, still shivering. I softly asked if she was all right, but all I could get in return was sobs. "I...I am, I am so sorry, please forgive me, I told them everything about you, your past, your hopes, that you were here." I put my arm around her, "Its ok, listen its ok, don't worry everything will be alright." "How can you say that, how can you say that everything will be ok, you know that jail cell that was broken open, that was one of their mutants, they injected him with something, they injected you with the same stuff too...so how dare you say everything will be ok!" I stood up, and hung my head. ( That would explain my urge to kill everything, and feast on their flesh, or is that just a side effect of rage??)