It was totally dark and Rebecca only followed the scratching sounds of Sherry, crawling through the tunnel in front of her. Suddenly, the way was lightened up, and Sherry pushed herself to her feet. As Rebecca did the same, she could see that they were out on the street and the cold breeze played with her hair.
"Where's dad?" the little girl crossed her arms tightly, walking around the dark alley. Probably, it was a place for dumping rubbish and stuff, cause it smelled of rotten food and some cockroaches ran along the walls of the building.
"I don't know...." the medic was afraid she already knew the answer, those men firing their weapons. She grabbed Sherry's hand and made her way pass some police cars and soon, they found themselves outside the main gate to the department.
Suddenly, something hard and heavy hit Rebecca's head from behind and everything went black.....
She looked around her again, trying to make her eyes get used to the darkness surrounding her. 'Where are you? I'm scared and it's cold.....why did you leave me?' Sherry brushed some hair away from her wide open eyes, still she couldn't see a thing, only hearing the rats crawling around in the corners of the room.
As she thought about what had happened, she didn't remember what time it was or for how long she'd been sleeping, she only remembered someone hitting her from behind and then.....
Something slimy touched her arm and she got to her feet shrieking as she fumbled around in the dark like a blind.
"Sherry..." the girl turned around to where she thought she heard the voice. The one who talked sounded like he/she hadn't been opening his/her mouth in a very long time, yet, it sounded familiar. A shuffling sound approached to her, slowly.
Albert Wesker adjusted his shades and cleared his throat several times. The bedroom wasn't big, but it was enough room for now. He gently touched a wound on the left side of his chest where a bullet went in earlier this morning. Pain shot through his body, but he ignored it since the virus was doing its job to heal it. The former captain had managed to get out of the building and when he came outside he'd found Rebecca lying on the ground and Sherry was gone. Where could his daughter be?
The medic suddenly stirred a bit, she was lying on the worn bed, which was the only furniture in the room, except for the chair Wesker had placed himself in.
Pain, cold....where am I?
Rebecca opened her aching eyes and noticed that a weak light rested on her pale face. Albert was looking down at her. Something came to her mind as she sat up, rubbing the back of her head.
"Sherry...I..." but he hushed at her.
"She's not here..." his expression was calm but worry could be seen in his yellow eyes as he removed the glasses. The bed creaked when the medic tried to sit in a more comfortable way, but her heart started to pound more and more and felt like it would jump out of her chest.
"It's my fault", she said, but her soft voice was barely heard, as she stared out into nothing. A hand gently touched hers and she looked up at Wesker. For some reason, he smiled at her, he was obviously not angry. The way he acted, only made Rebecca feel guilty. She was supposed to take care of that child, but she'd failed to do so.
"It's okay...." Wesker told her as if he'd read her mind, but the smile faded away from his face. "She's okay, I can feel it...." The young girl studied him for a while before replying.
"How can you be so sure?" she blinked a few times, looking down at her hands.
"I can feel it because of the virus, we have a connection, I would know if something was wrong..." he replied, but couldn't help to feeling worried still, it was his child. The medic smiled at him as he jumped up beside her on the bed.
"We'll go and look for her, but you better rest first, it was a pretty bad wound you got there", he wrapped his arms around her as she nodded. She closed her eyes and hugged him tightly.
Wesker pulled away some hair from her face and kissed her gently on the mouth.They continued to kiss, suddenly, Wesker pulled away as if she'd bit him. Rebecca stared into his worried eyes.
"Sherry....." he mumbled and looked around the room, searching for something.
"What? What's wrong?" Rebecca pulled his arm in a try to make him answer the question.
"Something's wrong....." he jumped off of the bed and walked over to the door in the end of the small room. The medic followed quickly, wrapping her arms over her chest. They hurried out of the building and ran in the shadows, not to be seen by any anti-Umbrella supervisor.
Wesker knew something or someone was trying to hurt Sherry, he could feel it in his heart, his tyrant instincts.
Sorry it took me so long to update, I promise that next chapter won't take too much time, if you review ;)