Full Summary: Micheal, a cold, aloof sixteen-year-old becomes plagued with dreams of the dead walking. At first he chocks it up to his twisted, horrific imagination, but things that happen in his hometown of Raccoon City force him to realize that his imagination isn't the ONLY thing twisted and horrific. Based on Resident Evil: Apocalypse.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Resident Evil, you'd know.
/.../ means italics.
"..." means speech.
'...' means thoughts.
---Chapter 9---
Micheal sneaked silently through the Police Department, his gun drawn. A while ago, he heard some footsteps coming from the same floor as him, in one of the offices, and decided to see what they belonged to. 'That was odd really...the footsteps seemed louder...why is it taking so long to find whoever is here?' He asked John.
'That's the mutation. Your senses are heightened, your physical strength increases, and you have the ability to see in complete darkness and pick up heat signatures.' John replied.
'So I can like...see through walls?' Micheal asked.
'Try it. Relax your sight. It'll seem like things are getting darker, but it's really your eyes adjusting to the heat being given off by other things.' John replied. Micheal tried it, his vision getting darker. Suddenly he could see things around him in a different colour. Upstairs, he could see blue-ish shapes walking around aimlessly. Down the hall, a red human shaped body was walking in circles around the office, looking inside the desk. Quietly, he quickly made his way down the hall, his vision returning to normal after he began to focus himself.
He pressed himself up against the wall, using the butt of his gun to knock on the door, fast enough for the person inside to know that it was someone alive knocking on the door, but slow enough for them to know that it wasn't just a group of zombies trying to get in.
"Leon?" A female voice asked. The woman opened the door, looking for whoever knocked on the door. Micheal put the gun to her temple, making the brunette freeze.
"Who are you?" Micheal asked. The girl gulped, breathing heavily.
"C-Claire, Claire Redfield..." She replied.
"What are you doing there?" Micheal queried rudely.
"I'm looking for any sign of my brother; Chris...but I just found a memoir typed by him that says he had left for Europe." She explained. He then lowered his gun, allowing the girl to relax. He walked on past her, which shocked the girl. "Hey! Aren't you gonna help me out?" She asked. Micheal shook his head.
"No. I don't have time to help you. I'm also looking for someone. See ya." Micheal said, waving her off. The alleyway entrance door was just ahead, when he heard resonating footsteps from upstairs. He had this uneasy feeling in his heart, when John began to speak.
'Get out of there! Now! Hurry up! It's the Nemesis! Go!' John's voice yelled. Heeding his advice, Micheal bolted out of there, bursting through the door. When he emerged in the alleyway, a loud roar jarred his ear. He looked up to see the same monster from inside the hospital pointing the same rocket launcher from inside the metal boxes at him. Its trigger finger neared the trigger for the rocket launcher, so Micheal made a break for it. He pointed his gun up at the monster, aiming for inside the launcher. If this worked, the explosion would go off near the monster and give him some time to get away. The monster seemed to growl in amusement, amused by the fact that he would even bother pointing the gun at him. It pressed the trigger, the rocket coming out of the barrel. Micheal pulled his trigger a split nano-second after the trigger was pulled, the bullet flying out of the barrel and colliding with the rocket, forcing the explosive to go off right in front of the monster, knocking it away.
Thanking God, he made a sprint for the school, the building coming closer and closer. He approached the building and decided to search from the basement up. He fired two bullets at a basement window, going into a slide and breaking the glass and going in. Panting, he got up and dusted himself off. The place was pitch black, and Micheal could hear footsteps off in the distance. He relaxed his eyes, trying to see in the dark. Soon things began to become visible once more. He could see things in a weird light. Everything was an eerie blue, but he could see everything. He was in what he assumed was the boiler room. Nobody, neither alive nor dead was in here. He had to find the door.
He walked around the room, being sure to avoid the boilers. He could see the door past some crates. He pushed on the things, but found that they were extremely heavy, even for his new power. Cursing, he began to search for a way around the crates. There were boilers spaced apart wide enough for him to squeeze through, if he was careful. He holstered his gun, flattening himself as best as he could before sidling past the boilers. The heat was extreme, sweat beading and dripping off his brow profusely. He finally made it past the huge cylinders, heading for the door. He froze when he heard a dog growling, and he slowly turned his head to look for whatever was growling. At first it looked like a regular dog, but when he focused he noticed that one of its eyes were hanging out of its socket and it was shiny with blood and sinew. The dog was dead.
The dog barked, making a run for Micheal. It jumped, jaws ready to chomp down on something warm and soft. Micheal reacted quickly, spinning out of the way and pulling out one of the larger blades he had stolen from the pawnshop. The dog lost it's footing for a moment, but returned to lunge at the mutant teen once more. Micheal readied, hoping that this would work. The dog got closer, thinking that it would have its next meal soon, when Micheal's hand shot out and grabbed it by the throat. It growled furiously, struggling to free itself from his grip. He flipped the knife so it was pointing downwards, and brought it crashing into the side of the dog's cranium. The dog let out a loud yelp before ceasing to move. Micheal pulled out the blade and dropped the dead canine. He headed for the door again, walking through.
There was a little bit of light in the hallway, but what really startled him were the loud gunshots coming from the cafeteria. He rushed over to the doors, bursting through. He watched as a red headed man in black army gear was mauled by two of those zombie dog things. He pulled out his Beretta, firing a shot at the one tearing at the dead man's throat, the animal falling to the ground while the other one made a run for him. The monster lunged at him but was caught by Micheal's knife in the skull before it could get any closer. Micheal dropped the already dead animal to the floor, focusing on the zombies whose attention he had caught when he fired his gun. He heard someone else walk into the room as he had finished dispatching one of the cafeteria workers. He had no time to waste, so he turned his attention back to the zombie woman trying to get at him. He grabbed her by the head and twisted it as hard as he could, a sickening crack being heard. He turned around, seeing a woman dressed in tight, green denim shorts and a torn maroon tank top, smoking a cigarette.
She took one last puff before flicking the cigarette into the kitchen part of the cafeteria. Suddenly three females burst through the kitchen door, two of them diving to the floor, while the smallest ran into the woman who was smoking, who had also grabbed the flame retardant blanket and was wrapped in it. The woman turned so her back was facing the door, as a huge explosion rocked the kitchen and the lunchroom, blowing Micheal across the room. He hit the ground and continued to slide until he hit the wall. The flames died down, and the two females who dove to the ground slowly got up. Micheal shook the daze from hitting the wall away, getting up. When he got up, he began to feel a wave of emotions, ranging from relief to anxiety, happiness to fear. Sara was standing in front of him across the room, staring at him with the same shocked expression.
Sara rubbed her eyes, thinking that she was dreaming. The boy she put so much trust and faith in was standing across the room from her, alive and breathing. Jill, Angela, and the mystery woman watched as they slowly and cautiously took steps toward each other. They reached one another, eying each other up and down, before Micheal gathered his courage and reached down to grab Sara's hand. He brought it up to his face and softly pressed it against his cheek. Sara could feel the warmth in his skin, and her vision began to blur. Micheal held onto her hand, while he drew her closer for a hug. Sara buried her face into his shoulder, sobbing quietly. He rubbed her back, quietly shushing the girl.
"I...I...I thought you were dead..." Sara whispered. Micheal hugged her tighter, sneaking a kiss onto her forehead. Of course, Sara felt it, but she didn't care.
"I could have been...I don't know, everything was black, and then I woke up." Micheal replied. "I told you...I'll never give up...not when you're in danger...I care about you so much..." Micheal whispered to her. Sara suddenly felt it. The unmistakable feeling of love. She loved Micheal. She hugged him tighter, nuzzling into him.
"Are you two through? We have to go..." Jill asked. Micheal released her from the embrace, but the look he gave her said what couldn't be said. Jill smiled. "I take it you're here to get Angela as well?" Jill asked. Micheal nodded, looking around for the small girl. She was still holding onto the smoking woman's hand. It was that girl from before, the one who had stabbed him with that needle thing. He was a little shocked, but he let it go. The past is the past. He then turned his attention to the woman with dark blonde hair with the commando boots and the tight shorts.
"Who's she?" He asked. The woman scrutinized him with a harsh glint in her eye, which Micheal returned.
"You're the Malice project..." She spoke. Micheal was taken aback by shock.
"How did you know?" Micheal asked. Sara looked at him in surprise.
"I used to work for the people who put that thing in your head...I was head of security. I watched them do it. Your real name is Micheal Drake, you're sixteen, and your parents worked at the hospital. I'm Alice." She said. Then John spoke to him.
'I know her...she's Project Alice. They found her up in the Spencer Mansion out in the mountains. She's the human-genome-denominator for the T-Virus. You are the human-genome-denominator for the G-virus.' John said.
'Human-genome-denominator?' Micheal asked.
'You're the one in one billion human with DNA that has a direct correlation to the DNA of the G-virus. Your DNA can bond with the G-virus on a molecular level. You're immune to infections.' John explained. Micheal then looked at his hand, and unwrapped the makeshift gauze around his wound. His hand was still caked with blood, but the wounds were gone and there were no scars even visible. He smiled at Sara, this new information justifying the hope that she had given him inside the hospital.
"Micheal...your wound is gone. What's going on?" Sara asked. Micheal was about to speak when two people burst into the cafeteria, startling the group, all of them pointing their guns at the two men who walked in. Micheal then heard the dead redheaded man growl and snarl. He turned, putting a bullet between the newly transformed zombie's eyes. He turned back to the two men who ran into the room, and noticed that the Hispanic man who was in black commando garb was bleeding profusely.
"What happened to your arm?" He asked. Sara put a hand on his arm, silently telling him to back off. Meanwhile, Alice had walked up to Carlos and inspected the wound.
"How long has it been since you were bitten?" She asked. Carlos shrugged.
"Maybe an hour or so..." He replied. Alice looked back at young Angela, then turned back to Carlos with a smile.
"Then it's your lucky day...little Angela here has the anti-virus." She told him. Everyone looked at the young girl, clutching her lunchbox tightly.
"You have the cure?" Sara asked. Then she remembered what happened the last time they were here. Angela had gripped a metal cylinder and stabbed Micheal with it, pressing the plunger down as far as it would go. "You used it on Micheal earlier..." She realized. "You stopped the infections in Micheal's body." She continued. Angela nodded, setting her lunchbox down on the ground. She turned some dials on the case, a hidden compartment sliding out. In it were metal cylinders with a green substance in glass tubes in curved into double helixes. She handed Alice one of them, who then used it to inject Carlos with it.
"Then your father is Charles Ashford? The one who created the virus infecting everyone?" Micheal asked.
"My daddy didn't mean for this to happen! I swear! He made it for me..." Angela replied. "...my daddy's legs are useless. He made the virus to treat me, to help reverse the atrophy in my legs. The bad men took it from him." She explained desperately. Micheal shushed her.
"I know, I know. I read about that. It's not you or your father's fault. You're not the one to blame." Micheal told her, ruffling up her hair with a smile. Micheal stood, addressing the adults in the room. "Come on. We have to get out of here. Tell Dr. Ashford that we saved Angela." He said to Jill, Alice, Carlos and Mike -1-, the black man accompanying the commando guy. They nodded, heading for the door. Sara and Micheal trailed behind a little bit, just to get some privacy from the others. Micheal put his arm around Sara's shoulders, giving her what little warmth he could from his own cold, tired body. "I'm really glad you're still alive, Sara..." He told her. Sara smiled, wiping off her glasses.
"So am I..." She replied. Micheal then leaned in closer, whispering into her ear.
"If we survive, I have to tell you something..." He said.
"Why don't you tell me now then?" She asked. Micheal smiled, the darkness covering up the blush on his face.
"It would be useless if I told you then we die afterwards. I just want to make sure that if I tell you this, you won't die on me." He replied. Sara easily assumed that he was going to confess his feelings for her, and for some reason it made her feel a little anxious.
'What would I say if he did? God...I'm so confused right now!' She mentally screamed. Micheal released her, holding his gun cautiously. They reached the front entrance without much difficulty, and as soon as the seven of them emerged from the school, the payphone right outside the gates began to ring. They quickly made their way to it and Alice picked it up.
"Doctor Ashford? We have her...yes, she's safe..." Alice turned to Angela and held out the phone. "...your father wants to speak with you..." She said. Immediately, Angela gently took the phone from Alice and spoke. Micheal wasn't paying attention, looking off down the streets to spot a man slowly making his way to inside one of the buildings. He unfocused his eyes to find his heat signature, but he couldn't find anything. It was like he vanished. Micheal pondered about that until a hand tapped on his shoulder. He spun around, Sara's smile meeting his gaze.
"Come on. Its time to go to city hall. Dr Ashford says that Umbrella will be sending in a nuclear missile to destroy the city at sunrise. There's going to be a transport helicopter at the roof of city hall that's lightly guarded. We have to go." Sara told him. He nodded, following the group. He looked back, trying to figure out what he just saw, but he turned back and thought nothing more of it.
---End Chapter 9!---
-1- A/N: I can't recall Mike Epps' character's name, so I'll just call him Mike, until someone can correct me. Credit WILL be given to the reviewer who gives me his name. I promise.
Anyone want to take a guess as to who that person was? Anyone who gets it right gets the next chapter dedicated to them...(AN: Haha...I'm so cheap...)