Don't Speak
By: Rezie
A/n: Thanks Kristine. Your awesome ! lol. anyway here's Chapter 8, Read and Reveiw. ENJOY! Positive Feedback People, Positive, Peace. lol..I'll shut up now.
Chapter 8: Flashback
" Okay, guys basically we need to locate the serum for Chris. He's transforming quite too fast.We must locate it quickly, after finding the serum return here. We are not exact to what or where this serum may be, we are not exact to even if there is an antidote made, but we must.." Rebecca paused, staring at the floor. "We must save him...no mater what..we at least can try" She swallowed hard staring at the brick-like floor idly talking to Lorraine, Joey and Jill.
"Becks" A hand caressed her back shoulder. " It'll be okay..." Jill reassured, even though she didn't know the outcome. Rebecca stayed still, examining the ancient rusted floor.
Claire treated Leon's wounds in the small clinic, Chris weakly laid in. He hadn't budged, not even spoken a single word, only small moans escape his cracked lips.
She began bandaging his burnt arm, as the searing pain of the medication coursed through his arm.
Claire finished bandaging, standing up and leaning over Chris as Leon put his tattered shirt back on.
"He's not going to make it, is he?" She asked, rubbing her brother's hand. "He will, Chris is known for surviving" Leon neared her, hanging his good arm around her shoulder comfortingly.
" He will...like the other times, I know he will" Leon assured her once more knowing she had the least expectations for his survival.
She shuddered, facing Leon with red eyes and watery skin. She clenched her teeth wiping the tears away, as Leon pulled her near shushing her and patting her back.
"It'll be okay..." He whispered to her as her grasp on him tightened and her whimpers grew louder.
" We'll find it" Joey assured her.
Rebecca nodded, heading back into the clinic room, followed by Jill.
" Joey" Lorraine said, staring at him hard. "Maybe we can find your antidote too?" She specified.
"Maybe" He spoke blankly, grabbing her hand and examining it. "Tell me" She insisted. "About what?" He kept examining the lines carved in her palm.
" The truth" She said pulling her hand away from his large fist, slowly.
"Hmm..the truth.." He half-laughed. Sighing only to see his laughter made the situation worse.
" The truth...is that I'm" He paused, trying to decipher the look on her face. Did she really care for him so?
" Dying...dying slowly" He slowly announced finding an odd difficulty in those words, scanning her elegant form and shape.
" I.." He paused nearing the clinic door. " I can't say more" He slowly said, slightly opening the door.
"Why?" She softly asked.
"Because I can't remember anymore...I just know..just know...that I'm dying because of the disease...because I am what I am" He gloomily stared at her, noticing her eyes threatened to cry.
He then stared at the floor, entering through the door and letting it close.
Rebecca had asked Jill to stay so maybe if something went wrong, someone would be there looking after Chris . Jill reluctantly agreed, wanting to search for the cure as well, not to be looking after, but she knew this was important as well and agreed, knowing Chris would do the same for her, even how much he desired the taste of adventure. They were allies, will always be even if he was in some sort of sleep, waging battle underneath his skin.
Joey and Lorraine paired up, searching the middle floors. Claire and Leon search the upper floors, Leaving Rebecca searching the bottom halves of the immense warehouse, underground facility.
They had another task at hand, saving Chris. It was impossible, knowing the warehouse had to many secret compartments. But miracles weren't impossible.
They would search the labs, there had to be labs in the underground hive and probably plenty spread out among the large warehouse. They split the entire facility, including underground stations in three halves, even though it was a building of immense floors. They had to have hope, but that hope was silently fading in each of them like flickering fire.
Hours Later
Rebecca sprinted through every corridor, being as stealthy as possible. It had dawned on her, of course there weren't many guards securing the facility when they had last attempted to destroy it years ago. They all were working in the underground floors, deep in the lairs of Umbrella, safe from anything, anyone or any attack, they had well-planned everything as expected, but not known.
She ran down several flights of stairs, ending to a white double-door with red sides. Stopping to take a breather, she pushed the doors slightly open, peering her head in just enough to see. Those white, intoxicating halls had returned.
Sighing she passed through only to be grabbed from the side, thrown on the floor helplessly as her gun slid in the hands of a man clad in a Hive uniform. Another Hive member took the butt of his shotgun and violently slammed it across her forehead, wiping her unconscious and bloody. After the brutal attack, everything turned pitch-black vice-versa to the intoxicating white atmosphere.
" Leon, stop searching ever room in every hall, Time is running out" Claire glared at him, knowing his habit of searching every area precisely. "Maybe the antidote could have been there" He whined, making a point. "The antidote will not be in the girl's locker room" She pointed out, watching the swinging door finally close to a stop. "Why is there a girl's locker room in this warehouse...odd" he questioned. "Maybe this use to be an old facility used for harboring sports or such" Claire said, staring at the yellowish-tanned wallpaper. At the edges the wallpaper was torn.
Leon stopped dead in his tracks, glaring at the floor. "What?" Claire asked aggravated, now facing him. "Shh" He hushed. Claire glared at him, wondering what had happened. "there's something else here" He spoke. " Sure" Claire said in disbelief wondering what he had heard, only to turn around and walk away.
" Claire!" Leon leaped on her, pushing her to the floor as a pair of Cerberuses lunged at her only to miss.
She stood up frightened, staring at the bloody dogs. "Guns?" She asked, silently scanning her gear. "None" He breathed, pulling her hand and running the other way up flights of Stairs as the dogs rushed after them, soon followed by several undead.
Running up several more flights, their legs ached, feeling the bones would pop out at any moment, Claire weakly tumbled on the floor. "Get up, hurry!" Leon picked her up, carrying her tiny body in his arms as the view of the dogs rushed behind him.
Beady eyes shot at him as he hurried her up, examining a shotgun on the floor. Carrying Claire on his shoulder difficulty, he reached for the shotgun, cocking it one-handed as he laid on the floor, Claire laying down with him, in his sitting on his legs. As the Cerberuses lunged at him, shooting one in the mouth as the internal organs and guts burst open and the rest of it's bloody corpse lay rest on the floor. Cocking the gun once more, he shot the other bloody canine in the foot, causing it to limp it's way up the stairs. Cocking it once more, he shot the dog's blood head, causing it to lay dead on the floor.
Breathing heavily and laying his shotgun on the floor, he heard a thumping noise as Claire turned over and laid on his chest, breathing of exhaustion and trying to forget the imagery of the canine's inside now spilled all over her clothes and floor.
" Fucking zombies" He groaned, making his way up. "Thanks..." Claire weakly thanked him staring into his eyes, as he nodded and held that stare.
Moooooan
The zombies staggered closer as the two made there way up a few more slights, ending up by a white door, with a magnum laying on the floor. "Take the shotgun, it's better" He breathed, giving her the shotgun and picking up the magnum.
" What's the fucking code?" Claire grunted, fiddling with the small device attached to the side of the door. Leon shrugged, watching her.
Mooooan
The zombies neared, as the bloody decomposed heads came into sight.
"Fuck it" He groaned, throwing his body at the door as he came crashing to the other side revealing the top of the warehouse.
"Where am I?" Rebecca asked herself, holding her head of dizziness. "What is this place?" She asked startled, examining the bland brick-like, dingy walls and cob-webs decorating the room. "I'm in a jail cell" She told herself, standing up to walk around the room. Chains hung on the walls, on the other side of the room skeletons corroded it. The room smelled deathly and horrific, as light barely lit the room.
She back-tracked, eyes apprehensively searching for an escape from the horrible area, only to hit something with the back of her foot. "Ahh" She softly cried, turning her face around to examine what she had hit. A body laid, there with it's face down. Curious, she kneeled next to the body, staring at it's head of hair. She turned the face over, surprised to the familiar features. Tears formed in her eyes, uncontrollable liquid pierced the cold floor. "Billy..." She mourned. "Please...wake up" She mourned, lightly shaking the fallen man,
" You have no memory?" Lorraine asked him, watching him swing a pipe around, he had found de-attached in one of the rooms. Staring at her for a second he then turned his stare away.
" Only of what he said...what that scientist told me" He stared forward clenching the pipe way too tightly. Lorraine pressed her hand on his clench, as the two halted. "What did he tell you?" She insisted, searching his cold demeanor. "He said I was a wonderful mutation..." He stopped. "A creature" He spoke distastefully.
"With strength and endurance but with one flaw. My flaw is that I don't have enough time before the disease living in me would kill me" Joey said beginning to walk once more, as Lorraine followed still with the same demeanor.
" You don't have to fight it alone" Lorraine assured him, tucking her hair back.Without words spoken he stopped again, searching her eyes.
She stepped closer, trying to decipher the demeanor he held, yet so close his breath brushed over hers. Leaning in to hopefully kiss him once more, he pulled away, leaving her hurt and mislead.
He gulped, trying to conceal the emotions running in him seeing how hurt she was. But she had to know there was not an antidote known of and he couldn't be with her, until he knew there would be an antidote, he could hurt her like that.
Hurt, she turned away.
" Lor-" Joey cried seeing a tranquilizer had pierced her neck, only another one to stab him in the neck. He fell to the floor, staring at the man who had shot him only to shoot him more and more. "You...you did that to me..you're her..." Joey whispered, dropping to the floor after 10 or so tranquilizers were ejected in his bloodstream, most striking him in the neck and arm.
The scientist neared the two bodies fallen on the floor. " Prep the girl for testing, throw that little mutation in the cells, let him die like that" She paused staring at the two. He's dying anyway." kicking his body, the red-head glared at the man.
" Bye Bye Joseph, hopefully we'll never meet again and you and this girl will never either" She laughed maniacally as several scientist grabbed the two, her fire red braids whipping in different directions. "That's what you deserved for trying to bring me down agent Pilot" She laughed departing, her ironic sweet voice echoing throughout the corridors.
A/n: All right so that was a quick flashback. I know I didn't focus too much on Rebecca, but that's next chapter.
READ IF U WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT JOEY PILOT !
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So basically Joey has no memory of anything that had happened before what that scientist said, scientist being a fiery red-head, insane and fiery. This exactly occurred one year ago. He has no memory he use to be an undercover agent. OOPS said too much, well while I'm at at, let me share more. He was an undercover agent for the R.P.D. on a case to try to capture a cynical scientist, a crazed one working for Umbrella seemingly killing citizens for her project, this was an undercover case he and his partner were chosen for.
After that, he had sought to discover what had happened for those 18 years he was alive. Therefore finding the cure to make him live and maybe remember. So he sought to become a S.T.A.R.S. member. He had to keep his identity secret, so he really doesn't have a sister, he doesn't even know if he has a family, he really has no clue who he is, only his name.
Bits of memories come to him, like he remembers he helped fight and protect in the outbreak case, etc. But memories come to him in fragments. Yeah, he's young, so when he was 18 he was already in the R.P.D., whatever my story. lol j.k He's Kinda like Rebecca, high standards.
Well I'll stop ranting. Chapter 9 next.
-Rezie
