"You let him go on his own?!" Barry exclaimed to a shocked Jill. "You know what Wesker is capable of!" his expression suddenly changed into a bit calmer. "I'm sorry Jill, I didn't mean to....yell at you...", he then scratched the back of his head.
Claire and Leon who were sitting in the couch in front of him, looked both surprised and shocked.
"It's okay....and I know he'll be fine.....I just know it....", Jill avoided the others eyes.
"So...How's Rebecca?" Leon finally stuttered after a moment of silence in the room. The older woman sat down on the floor, not caring about the cold metal making her freezing.
"She's resting for the moment.......", another silent situation.
"No!" everyone jumped and Claire gasped as Barry stood up, staring at the door leading to the elevator, a hint of worry in his old eyes. "We can't just leave him there....what if.....", the others glared at him in weak interest. "What if....", a hand grabbed his left arm, it was cold.
"Barry....if something would happen to him, he's always got his radio receiver you know.....", Jill's calm eyes made him relax a bit as he once again sat down.
"I just hope he knows what he's doing....."
Blood.....the smell of a human....very close now....
Chris was examining some blood by a dustbin, the ground around the spot was still a bit warm, but was soon replaced by the coldness of autumn. 'Someone must've been here recently', he thought as he got up from the ground, rubbing his arm.
".......", something suddenly made him turn around, raising his gun, but nothing was there. Scanning the area around him, he noticed the sky had grown darker and a few working streetlights were shining over the road as the fog started to disperse.
Chris turned back to the still fresh blood on the ground, it wasn't much, but it gave him the thought that he was closing in on his goal. A whistling sound passed his right ear and showed that a piece of metal had shot through the dustbin. He turned around, his eyes widened as he heard a familiar laugh.
"Chris....you look the same....", Wesker sneered at him, approaching calmly. the younger man fumbled with his hands to get a grip around the gun. As fast as he could, he aimed it at his enemy. Wesker stopped, watching the gunman carefully.
"Don't move...one more step, and I'll shot!" his threat didn't really seemed to make an impression to the blonde, who only gave another evil grin and crossed his arms.
"You don't think that will stop me, do you? Guns are for weak humans", when standing still, he could feel the pain from the wound, growing stronger, he knew Chris would possibly have a chance to shoot him right now, and therefor, he tried to gain some time.
"Where's Sherry?!" the dark haired man demanded. "What did you do to her?" his hands were shaking and he didn't really know for how long he could hold the gun without firing.
"You know I would never hurt my daughter....", Wesker said with his usual cool voice, showing no signs of emotions. He approached the Chris again, while the younger one backed away.
"Your...your daughter?" Chris stuttered in shock. "You're lying!" a gunshot pierced Wesker's left lung, creating a ringing sound in his ears. His sight became dizzy as he held on to a nearby wall, breathing heavily.
Chris walked over to Wesker, putting the gun to the side of his head. He could hear the weak attempts to breathe normally and after all the older man had caused him and his friends, he couldn't feel any sympathy at all.
"Make one last wish before you die....!" suddenly, he was thrown to the ground, but he quickly grabbed the dropped gun, while Wesker got to his feet. As he removed the shades, his expression showed pain mixed with malicious pleasure. The blonde was about to grab the youth throat when another two shots pierced his body. He stepped back, holding his stomach and Chris got up, continued on firing.
"This is for killing all of my friends! You rotten piece of shit!" he shot one last time and Wesker stumbled around, nearly falling to the ground in a try to keep his balance. "And this....is for S.T.A.R.S!!!" he aimed once again, not taking notice to the tiny shadow moving along the dark walls. Suddenly, something small and familiar threw herself in front of Wesker. The shoot hitting her in the eye. Chris dropped the gun, feeling everything becoming blurry.
"SHEERRY!!!"
I'm planning on doing at least one more chapter, it depends on how much I need to write to make it a good ending, so keep on reviewing and stuff. Thanks!