The Walls of Alpha
Cw: Konnichiwa! I'm baackk! laughs insanely
Shishiba: Calmn down, sis...
Cw: NEVER!
Shisiba: Let's just get this story started so I can go home!
Cw: Oh okay, lets go.
Shishiba: Sorry if there is a few repeated words, but my sister can't ever remember where she left off. And the flashback will be in mistral. The thoughts in the flashback will be normal.
Chapter three
Item.
At the word, Rebecca started to lightly blush.
No, stop thinking about that! Stupid hormones..
The next person to come through the door was Isaac. The guy was as big as Billy, body size, but was really nice and paitent.
Nothing like Billy.
Isaac was every girl'l dream, the body and the mind...
God, he reminds me of Billy!
As he walked up, she couldn't help but notice that shine in his eyes; the look only for her.
"Hello, Captian Chambers." His enthusiasm dripping off of his words.
"I told you, Officer Devlin, don't call me that. Now go sit down." She laughed.
After about ten minutes, two others came in with Billy trailing behind. They took their seats, and Rebecca stood up and walked in front of them.
"Okay, since everyone's here, I'll begin. I got a call some fifteen minutes ago from an old friend in London,"
"So, why does that have to do with us!" Katrina roared.
"Let me finish. Her name is Claire Redfield and,"
"Hey, isn't she Chris' sister? Is she hot?" A young twenty-year-old asked.
"Ryan... shut up, okay? Now, she called and asked for our help, plus anyone else who will assist." Rebecca's gaze fell on Billy.
"Umbrella has found out where all of us are hiding, and kidnapped someone."
"Who?" Isaac asked.
Now, Rebecca locked eyes with Ashley.
"A former cop by the name of Leon Scott Kennedy. He was last seen at Claire and Chris' home. Claire sounded like she cryed the Mississippi river when she called me."
"Where!" Ashley quickly stood, slamming her small fist on the desk in front of her.
Claire slowly put the reciever on it's charger, trying desperately to wipe the flowing tears, but all in vain.
How dumb can I be! I let him down!
Her eyes produced endless water droplets as she remembered what she promised him.
It was a wonderful summer day; the fifth anniversary of when Claire and Leon, along with Rebecca, John and David, escaped the mission Trent asigned them. John, being John, was cracking jokes with David; innocent child's play they had said. Rebecca talking to Claire about her adventure with the fugitive, Billy Coen; Claire occasionally responding. Leon leaning against a tree, listening in on the story.
"Can you believe that he saved my ass more than I could ever help him?"
Claire chuckled, "Yes, I can believe that, you're a 'damsel in distress' a lot more than anyone I've met."
Rebecca playfully punched Claire's arm. "Hey, what about you?"
Claire smiled. "I've never been saved, I have to be my own knight in shining armour, or someone else's, it depends on the situation."
Rebecca smiled, shook her head, then walked over to John and David. Claire walked over to Leon and sat next to him.
"Hope it's alright if I come and sit with you?"
Leon looked at her. "Of course it is!"
They fell silent, the only sound, besides the joke-fest that was happening, was their even breathing while they locked gazes. Claire tryed to look away, but his blue eyes seemed to forbid it. Suddenly, with no clue how it happened, she was closer to him until his hip came into contact with hers.
The laughing and jokes had stopped after a while, but neither noticed.
"I, um, heard what you said to Rebecca."
"So?"
His head moved closer to her. Her heart beating hard against her breastbone. His lips resting near her ear.
"I'll be your knight..." He whispered, then he went silent for a while.
His body limped after twenty minutes of resting his head on Claire's shoulder.
He fell asleep. Let's get you in a better potision.
It took her a few trys, but she got him in a more comterble potision with his head in her lap and his body streched out. She looked down at him and started to strok his hair. He stirred, mummbled something, then stilled.
Should I?
She looked about her surroundings, the trees, grass, and little creatures, then gazed back at Leon, his features fragile and weak.
I hope he can hear this...
"Leon, you've done so much for me since I first met you. I want you to know that I'll protect you with my life. I'm not going to change my mind. If I die to protect you, I've succeeded in a promise for the first time in my life. I hope you know that I don't want to lose you, it... it's for Sherry's own good. You know she thinks of you as her father, she'll need you alive."
Nothing, besides his even breathing.
Claire smiled, "I'll keep you safe, I promise."
Claire slumped to the floor and started beating the hell out of the tiled ground.
"Why? Why didn't Umbrella take me instead of Leon, why Leon! It's my damned fault, I should have watched over him better! I'm a screw-up, a fraud, I promised him!" She slammed her fist on the floor one more time, blood staining the white tile underneath. She felt tears form, but didn't hold back.
Don't die, Leon, I'm coming for you. I want to say I'm sorry and that I...
She stood up, unable to finish her thought as she got all the eccentials in a backpack, her hippack and a large suitecase. She grabed her keys and walked out the door to her motorcycle.
His head ached, hell, his whole body felt crushed.
Wha, what happened?
That, he didn't know. The only thing he remembered was going to go see Chris and his only remaining family.
Claire.
He shot his body into a sitting position before groaning, lying back down.
"Cuh... Claire." He whispered to himself.
I've got to get out...
He looked around him as he slowly got up, and found himself in a cell. He groaned inwardly, I'm not surprised.
He moved from his sitting position to standing. He looked about the cell again, then moved to the bars.
"Hello?" He yelled.
No one answered his call. He took a deep breath, then yelled again.
"Anyone here, hello! I need to get out of this cell!"
Still nothing... Leon was about to yell one more time when he heard footsteps.
Hey, someone is here, but why do they sound erratic, slow; shuffling almost? It can mean two things: the person's hurt, or it's... No, please god no, not again!
He stepped away from the bars as a person came into view. Leon couldn't make out it's face, but he hoped that it wasn't a...
Come on, face me...
The person turned, his eyes wide, his body shivering wildly. Leon ran to the bars.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?"
"Th... they're everywhere. They... th... ey're endless; they don't know p... pain." The guy's hand reached for the keys on his beltloop.
"What are you talking about?"
"I.. I knew they were up to no good..." The guy was in histeria.
"What the hell are you talking about!" Leon shouted.
"Umbrella. Th.. They made th.. those creatures outside! Th... those things ar.. aren't h.. hum..an, they ea..eat fl.. flesh, boy."
Leon's heart skipped, then sped up as he listened to the man.
"No, good god, no! I've already confronted them two times!" Leon yelled, slumping to the floor.
"Wh.. What are you t.. talking about?"
Leon opened his mouth, but no words came out as a moan erupted into the room. The man tensed, then slowly turned around to a corner. Another moan from the dark corner echoed into the silent room.
"I... I better g.. get you out of h... here." The man went for his keys one more time before he got trampled by...
Zombies...
Leon recoiled, slowly stepping back as blood sprayed the white walls of the cell. He knew that this would be a good time as any to get out and get to Claire and his team. He moved up to the man the zombies were still feeding off of, searched his being for any weapons, and yanking the keys off the beltloop.
Claire had never felt so exposed before. She was scared, nervous, pissed, broken. As she felt like she did, she tryed to remember what her brother would say, "Calmn down, Claire. There's no reason to be scared, I'll always be here for you."
As she thought of Chris, her exposed and broken heart clouded up with the cold ice of the wind, hearing the music of the motorcycle. She sighed and turned into a small two-story house with white trimmed corners. Claire smothly slid to a stop, got off and walked to the door.
Here we go, I know I shouldn't, but it must be done, and she needs to know...
Claire knocked on the door, then waited. After a few minutes of shuffling inside, the door opened to reveal a woman around her thirties. The woman looked much too young to be thirty, her long smooth black hair and sparkling light brown eyes. She stood in the doorway, mouth opened wide, staring at Claire.
"Claire?" The woman whispered.
"Yep, the one and only. Is Sherry here?"
"yes, she is. Come in, Claire."
Claire walked in behind Sherry's aunt. She lead Claire into the living room and asked her to sit down. Claire complied and sat on the floor, her back resting upon an arm of a chair. Once the aunt left, Claire quickly scaned the home Sherry now lived in. The theme a simple white dream.
No wonder Sherry hates to live here, it feels like you're in a mental institution, I think going to live with Jill and her boyfriend would be better.
Claire heard footsteps and stood.
Sherry had never been this bored! She was amazed that even a simple string wouldn't help, she usually got distracted easily.
I wish Claire and Leon were here. We could all wrestle each other, I could even put my plans into action.
Sherry suddenly started cackling just as her Aunt Kate came walking in.
"Sherry?"
Sherry turned, "Yes, auntie?"
"There's someone here to see you, so get down and greet them." Kate left.
Sherry rolled her eyes.
No more, please. I can't stand it anymore.
Ever since Claire was kidnapped, people started to come to her home, telling her they had Claire safe and sound at their homes. She stood, then walked out to the hallway and down the stairs to the living room.
Okay, let's see. I'm sorry, but Claire Redfield, my adopted mother, is...
Sherry stared at the unexpected visitor. The long red pony tail, the broad shoulders, those gray eyes.
It couldn't be...!
Rebecca was in the back of the van, reloading clips into the Berettas. She clipped the last one in, then took a look around. Katrina was driving and talking to Ashley, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Jack was joking with his twin sister, Leslie. Billy was sitting next to her, helping to reload the guns. Isaac was sitting on the other side of her, looking out the window.
"Becca, will you listen to me?"
Rebecca shifted to look Billy in the eye.
"Go ahead."
"About what happened in the lobby, I..."
"I know, you were trying to be funny."
"Becca, please. I did it because I..."
The van veered to the side; Katrina trying to recover the recoil of the damned vehicle.
"What was that?" Rebecca yelled.
Isaac looked out the window. "We have Umbrella on our hands!"
"How fast can this van go?"
Before Rebecca got an answer, she heard the cars screech to a hault, then another vehicle, maybe larger, crashed into them. Isaac looked through the back mirror.
"Duck!"
Rebecca only saw everyone duck before it all went blury as she went down to the floor of the van. She heard glass breaking as someone's weight pushed her closer to the floor board. The van abruptly stopped and after a while, so did the larger sounding vehicle. She shifted herself to where her and the person were facing one another.
Oh no, he's not going to like this when he sees it...
Leon crashed into a wall, his shoulder stiffining at the impact. He had to keep running, he couldn't let such a small injury slow him down. Just behind him, he heard a spray of automatics.
Shit! What the hell are these things? I know they're not zombies because they know how to handle goddamn M-16's!
He rounded a corner, then waited for them, Beretta 9mm in hand. All became silent and, for once, Leon became uncomfterble at the sudden absence of firepower. He decided that he might as well face them, so, with a deep breath, he ran out and crouched in the middle of the rounding hallway, pointing the Beretta infront of him. Nothing fired. Then, out of nowhere, a figure came from the floor.
Too dark to see who it is... What if it's a... SHIT!
It came toward him, nice and easy, not slow or erratic.
So, it's not one of them?
It came into the dim light to reveal a twenty-six year old hispanic-like male. He didn't look tough, but looks can be decieving. His dark eyes peircing through Leon. His short dark hair shinning brightly in the otherwise dim lit hall.
"You alright, man?" He asked.
Leon just stayed crouched for a moment before he got up to meet the male.
"Yes, I'm fine. You really did damage to them."
The hispanic nodded, then held out his hand. "Yeah. By the way, the name's Lopez, Steven Lopez. Everyone calls me Steve."
Leon uncontiously shook Steve's hand. "Leon Kennedy."
Steve's eyes became wide, and before he could talk, some more automatic firepower was heard and sparks danced around Steve and Leon's feet.
"Run!" Steve yelled.
Cw: laughs insanely I'll leave you there!
Shishiba: I don't know her...
Cw: Yes you do, Shish!
Shishiba: slaps head Anyway, hope you like the new chapter, please review and Ceberuswolf will got another chapter up.