Brad's Story
I piloted the chopper above the Spencer Estate, looking down at the mansion with worry clear on my face.
"A grand job you did...," I whispered quietly to myself, scolding myself for actions.
I was the helicopter pilot of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, and I was supposed to be there for my team to teleport them from place to place. And now, I had ditched them because I leapt before I looked.
I was the ChickenHeart, a name I earned because of my reputation to flee at the sight of danger...
Before I got into this mess, the Alpha Team and I had been sitting in the S.T.A.R.S. office, listening to the Bravo's progress towards the Spencer Estate. The cannibal murders had been coming and going rapidly, and we finally decided to investigate the area that was most likely the place the the murderers spawned from.
Then I had picked up a signal from the Bravo Team's chopper pilot, Kevin Dooley. I can still hear his message echoing through my head.
"The engine has gone out! We have to make an emergency landing! We will land a-"
Then there was static.
We took off in our chopper to find out what had happened to them. The engine had a full tank before they left, and it was in fine condition. It shouldn't have just given out like that!
If only we had known...
We landed along the outskirts of the mansion, and Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Forest Speyer, Barry Burton, Joseph Frost, and Albert Wesker had exited the chopper, going off to find out what happened to the Bravo Team, as we had lost all contact with them.
The moment they disappeared, I could feel eyes staring at me. I looked out of the window to see dozens of white, souless eyes glaring at me through the darkness, slowly moving towards the chopper. That alone had unnerved me, but I forced myself to stay calm.
...But when I heard screams from my Teammates, and gunfire following, the creatures darted at the helicopter, and as they ran past the search lights, I could see their bodies.
They weren't dogs...
Their skin was decaying, their bodies slimy and blood-coated. I could see bones protruding from their skin, and some of them were missing limbs, eyes, and ears. One was even in half.
One of the...'dogs' had made its way to the open door of the chopper, the one that the rest of my teammates had gone through. I leapt into the 'copter, charging at me with extreme speed. I jumped out of the way, pushing my door open as I did. It leapt over the chair where I had been and out the door, tripping over its legs. I quickly sprung towards the door and slammed it shut as the monster began to get up and ram at the door.
The dog crashed into the door and fell backwards, twitching slightly and growling angrily.
By that time, I had lost it. I acted upon instinct, grabbing onto the controls and pulling the chopper into the air as the Alpha Team began to run to it.
I could barely make out the anger and desperation on their faces as I took off into the sky, and I could dimly hear Chris yell out, "Wait! Don't go!"
But I didn't wait, and I did go. I couldn't control myself.
...and now they were stranded in the mansion. I hoped they were safe...
...but I seriously doubted that the Spencer Estate would be a safe spot in the middle of a forest full of monster dogs.
By the time I got a grip on myself, I was high above the mansion. My eyes went wide as the realization of what I did sunk into me.
ASSHOLE!
I began to panic again, grabbing the radio and starting to speak into it hastily, not bothering with the proper radio speaking procedures.
"Alpha Team, report! Please!"
I only got static.
You really did it this time, Brad! You probably got them all killed because of your instincts!
I tried countless times to get ahold of the team afterwards, gripping onto hope as if it were my only way of living. Hours passed, and still I got nothing.
"Alpha Team, do you read me?"
No response.
I was giving up by now. The helicopter's fuel tank was getting low, and so was my hope.
One last time...
"Alpha Team! This is Brad! Do you copy!?"
Silence, and, as I was about to turn the helicopter around and head towards Raccoon City, a single sound broke through the static.
"Brad! Thi... Jill! I copy! Do....hear me?...Over!"
I froze, then began to grin. Jill was alive! Maybe the others were, too!
"I copy! Are the others okay? Over!"
She began to speak again, but the static cut her off.
"Jill, are you there?!"
Only static.
She was still alive, I was pretty sure, but the reception was extremely weak. Giving a silent laugh of triumph, I continued to glide the chopper over the mansion, silently swearing that I would stay there to get my teammates the hell out of there, even if the fuel ran out and I was sent to my death.
About an hour passed, and the fuel was getting very low. It was only a matter of minutes before the chopper ran out of fuel.
I was hovering over the helipad of the mansion, looking down and hoping that my teammates would show up soon. I had found it while searching the outside of the mansion for the others, and had tried sending a message about it through the radio. I didn't know if the others heard me, but, if they did, I was sure they would come. I just hoped they would hurry.
A sudden noise caught my attention - the sound of a door slamming shot. I blinked, quickly looking out of the window to see four figures walk out of the door beside the helipad. They were Barry, Jill, Chris, and the Bravo Team's medic, Rebbecca Chambers.
Four people out of eleven, not including me. What the HELL happened?!
I began to lower the helicopter to the pavement, but jerked up again slightly when a large, clawed hand struck through the ground.
I watched in horror as a large human-like beast emerged from the newly formed hole in the ground, growling loudly enough so that I could hear it over the helicopter's engine.
Its body was tall and muscular, a pale blue in color. It's left hand was clenched in a tight fist, and its right one was tipped with two foot claws, each tipped with fresh blood. Its huge, pumping heart was exposed, and its lips had been surgically removed, giving it a large, evil grin. It had to be around seven feet tall.
WHAT THE HELL?!
The beast lumbered towards the group, and I watched as Chris began to fight it with a shotgun, Barry backing him up. With each round the two fired at the beast, it was pushed back ever so slightly. They would never be able to kill that thing.
But I could help...
I swung around in my seat to look at the back of the inside of the chopper. My eyes met with a rocket launcher lying in the middle of the floor. Grinning, I put the chopper on auto-pilot and ran into the back, grabbing the launcher and nearly collapsing from its weight. I pushed myself towards the door, pushing it open with my shoulder and thrusting the launcher to the center of the helipad.
"Chris, use it!" I shouted over the engine's thrum. "Destroy the monster with it!"
The Alpha Team member ran for it, grabbing it before the monster could swing at him again. He dodged the beast's claws and leapt back, hoisting the rocket launcher onto his shoulder and aiming it at the beast.
He fired it.
There was a blast of light and sound as the rocket met with the body of the monster. Its body was blown apart, blood splattering on the walls and the chopper. My stomach turned as I saw the gore, but I forced myself to stay calm as I ran back to the controls and took over.
The helicopter landed onto the helipad, and, as soon as it did, the four surviving S.T.A.R.S. members jumped into it without a moment's hesitation.
I could feel in my bones that something was about to happen, so I didn't dwandle. I began to pilot the chopper away from the mansion, and I could feel the piece of machinery shake as another burst of light and heat emmitted from behind us.
The mansion had exploded.
I didn't ask why, knowing that my comrades were exhausted and hurt both physically and mentally. I would ask later, when we were safe and back in the city.
But now wasn't the time.
I piloted the chopper above the Spencer Estate, looking down at the mansion with worry clear on my face.
"A grand job you did...," I whispered quietly to myself, scolding myself for actions.
I was the helicopter pilot of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team, and I was supposed to be there for my team to teleport them from place to place. And now, I had ditched them because I leapt before I looked.
I was the ChickenHeart, a name I earned because of my reputation to flee at the sight of danger...
Before I got into this mess, the Alpha Team and I had been sitting in the S.T.A.R.S. office, listening to the Bravo's progress towards the Spencer Estate. The cannibal murders had been coming and going rapidly, and we finally decided to investigate the area that was most likely the place the the murderers spawned from.
Then I had picked up a signal from the Bravo Team's chopper pilot, Kevin Dooley. I can still hear his message echoing through my head.
"The engine has gone out! We have to make an emergency landing! We will land a-"
Then there was static.
We took off in our chopper to find out what had happened to them. The engine had a full tank before they left, and it was in fine condition. It shouldn't have just given out like that!
If only we had known...
We landed along the outskirts of the mansion, and Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Forest Speyer, Barry Burton, Joseph Frost, and Albert Wesker had exited the chopper, going off to find out what happened to the Bravo Team, as we had lost all contact with them.
The moment they disappeared, I could feel eyes staring at me. I looked out of the window to see dozens of white, souless eyes glaring at me through the darkness, slowly moving towards the chopper. That alone had unnerved me, but I forced myself to stay calm.
...But when I heard screams from my Teammates, and gunfire following, the creatures darted at the helicopter, and as they ran past the search lights, I could see their bodies.
They weren't dogs...
Their skin was decaying, their bodies slimy and blood-coated. I could see bones protruding from their skin, and some of them were missing limbs, eyes, and ears. One was even in half.
One of the...'dogs' had made its way to the open door of the chopper, the one that the rest of my teammates had gone through. I leapt into the 'copter, charging at me with extreme speed. I jumped out of the way, pushing my door open as I did. It leapt over the chair where I had been and out the door, tripping over its legs. I quickly sprung towards the door and slammed it shut as the monster began to get up and ram at the door.
The dog crashed into the door and fell backwards, twitching slightly and growling angrily.
By that time, I had lost it. I acted upon instinct, grabbing onto the controls and pulling the chopper into the air as the Alpha Team began to run to it.
I could barely make out the anger and desperation on their faces as I took off into the sky, and I could dimly hear Chris yell out, "Wait! Don't go!"
But I didn't wait, and I did go. I couldn't control myself.
...and now they were stranded in the mansion. I hoped they were safe...
...but I seriously doubted that the Spencer Estate would be a safe spot in the middle of a forest full of monster dogs.
By the time I got a grip on myself, I was high above the mansion. My eyes went wide as the realization of what I did sunk into me.
ASSHOLE!
I began to panic again, grabbing the radio and starting to speak into it hastily, not bothering with the proper radio speaking procedures.
"Alpha Team, report! Please!"
I only got static.
You really did it this time, Brad! You probably got them all killed because of your instincts!
I tried countless times to get ahold of the team afterwards, gripping onto hope as if it were my only way of living. Hours passed, and still I got nothing.
"Alpha Team, do you read me?"
No response.
I was giving up by now. The helicopter's fuel tank was getting low, and so was my hope.
One last time...
"Alpha Team! This is Brad! Do you copy!?"
Silence, and, as I was about to turn the helicopter around and head towards Raccoon City, a single sound broke through the static.
"Brad! Thi... Jill! I copy! Do....hear me?...Over!"
I froze, then began to grin. Jill was alive! Maybe the others were, too!
"I copy! Are the others okay? Over!"
She began to speak again, but the static cut her off.
"Jill, are you there?!"
Only static.
She was still alive, I was pretty sure, but the reception was extremely weak. Giving a silent laugh of triumph, I continued to glide the chopper over the mansion, silently swearing that I would stay there to get my teammates the hell out of there, even if the fuel ran out and I was sent to my death.
About an hour passed, and the fuel was getting very low. It was only a matter of minutes before the chopper ran out of fuel.
I was hovering over the helipad of the mansion, looking down and hoping that my teammates would show up soon. I had found it while searching the outside of the mansion for the others, and had tried sending a message about it through the radio. I didn't know if the others heard me, but, if they did, I was sure they would come. I just hoped they would hurry.
A sudden noise caught my attention - the sound of a door slamming shot. I blinked, quickly looking out of the window to see four figures walk out of the door beside the helipad. They were Barry, Jill, Chris, and the Bravo Team's medic, Rebbecca Chambers.
Four people out of eleven, not including me. What the HELL happened?!
I began to lower the helicopter to the pavement, but jerked up again slightly when a large, clawed hand struck through the ground.
I watched in horror as a large human-like beast emerged from the newly formed hole in the ground, growling loudly enough so that I could hear it over the helicopter's engine.
Its body was tall and muscular, a pale blue in color. It's left hand was clenched in a tight fist, and its right one was tipped with two foot claws, each tipped with fresh blood. Its huge, pumping heart was exposed, and its lips had been surgically removed, giving it a large, evil grin. It had to be around seven feet tall.
WHAT THE HELL?!
The beast lumbered towards the group, and I watched as Chris began to fight it with a shotgun, Barry backing him up. With each round the two fired at the beast, it was pushed back ever so slightly. They would never be able to kill that thing.
But I could help...
I swung around in my seat to look at the back of the inside of the chopper. My eyes met with a rocket launcher lying in the middle of the floor. Grinning, I put the chopper on auto-pilot and ran into the back, grabbing the launcher and nearly collapsing from its weight. I pushed myself towards the door, pushing it open with my shoulder and thrusting the launcher to the center of the helipad.
"Chris, use it!" I shouted over the engine's thrum. "Destroy the monster with it!"
The Alpha Team member ran for it, grabbing it before the monster could swing at him again. He dodged the beast's claws and leapt back, hoisting the rocket launcher onto his shoulder and aiming it at the beast.
He fired it.
There was a blast of light and sound as the rocket met with the body of the monster. Its body was blown apart, blood splattering on the walls and the chopper. My stomach turned as I saw the gore, but I forced myself to stay calm as I ran back to the controls and took over.
The helicopter landed onto the helipad, and, as soon as it did, the four surviving S.T.A.R.S. members jumped into it without a moment's hesitation.
I could feel in my bones that something was about to happen, so I didn't dwandle. I began to pilot the chopper away from the mansion, and I could feel the piece of machinery shake as another burst of light and heat emmitted from behind us.
The mansion had exploded.
I didn't ask why, knowing that my comrades were exhausted and hurt both physically and mentally. I would ask later, when we were safe and back in the city.
But now wasn't the time.