Hey...uh...I wrote the chapter, and I have chapter 21 on it's way already, so enjoy this one and tell me what you think of this. I had a different version of this chapter written, but my computer thought it was high time to be pissy and crashed, so I had to start everything from scratch...anyway, enjoy the last chapter of part 2!
Full Part 2 summary: Isaac's paranoia is his only way to survive the events of Raccoon City those fateful nights in late September, when the city becomes a real-life necropolis. Death hangs in the air, and people are dying left and right. Slowly, Isaac realizes that not only are his friends dying, his faith in other people are dying with them. Soon, he comes to the point where his humanity is so buried by tragedy and death he becomes uncaring for other people's lives. Faced with an enemy that won't stop until he is dead, he must live through the nightmare.
Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Resident Evil, but I don't, I only own Isaac.
(Chapter 20)
(September 30th, 5:45 AM 1998.)
(24 hours, 45 minutes, 16 seconds)
In the bleak world I had assumed was the world of death, everything was black which wasn't really a surprise. Although being from a family of Protestants, I was taught by my extremely religious parents to condemn things such as homosexuality, abortion, and to believe that there is a God out there just waiting to bring me into heaven when I die, but in truth I didn't really care. I had gay friends, I knew a bunch of people who have had abortions, and I didn't really believe anything my drunk, insane abuser of a father said anyway. I came up with my own motto and lived through it for most of my teenage life.
Which was?
That voice was booming in my mind, different from my own but so similar.
'Live through pain, help the weak, and fend for yourself.' I replied telepathically. Suddenly the voice returned, laughing heartily.
Pretty twisted motto...
'Not really...It helped me live through three years of abuse...' I retorted.
I don't think it did any good, really...
'Nobody actually asked you for your opinion...' I spat back. There was that laugh again, and then the voice said something else.
So, you think that you're actually well adjusted? Sacrificing your own needs to make everyone else happier? Don't you think that's a little weird?
'How is it weird?' I asked.
When do you ever have time to worry about just yourself? Do you ever attempt to help yourself? Don't you think your own life has any sort of significance?
'Not really...I feel better when I help other people. It distracts...'
Exactly! It only distracts you from what is really wrong. You have mood swings, you can't trust people with anything, and you push your pain away. Do you really think that's healthy?
'No...but there's no other option for me. I have obligations--'
So? You can't focus on your inner pain while fufilling those obligations? You're not Jesus, you're not a martyr, and you're not going to be one any time soon. Jesus had to do what you were doing, and he died. The difference between himself and you is that Jesus knew he could choose not to. You don't think you're able to choose a life other than the one you set up for yourself, but you can.
'I knew that...I chose to become like this, but it's too late to change now...I'm dead...' I pondered solemnly.
I don't who told you that...you're not dead...all you need to do is wake up...
Suddenly my eyes flew open and my throbbing lungs finally reacted and I gasped violently for precious oxygen. Gasping and wheezing, I sat up and looked around. This was not where I was before...definitely not. Last I saw I was falling down into a deep chamber of sewer water. Now I was sitting on a cot inside a small chamber that had puncture holes all around. Beside me was an unconscious Asian woman that was bleeding profusely from her back. Loud gunshots rang through the metal walls, and I could feel something was really wrong. I felt my belly, but found that scar tissue was covering the puncture wound from the Tyrant. I looked to the floor and saw a large black suitcase with a folded piece of paper on top of it.
I reached down and picked up the piece of paper, unfolding it and reading it.
"Mr Brown. It would be crucial for you to take better care of your life. It is worth a lot more than you think, especially to certain people. We've left you a little present to aid you in staying alive...the code to the suitcase is the first three numbers of your birthday." The letter read. Curious, I picked up the suitcase and checked the combonation lock. The numbers were set to 0-0-0. Okay, first three numbers. I turned the first dial to 1, then turned the second dial to 3, then the third dial to 7. I heard the locks release, the suitcase popping open and revealing a large automatic rifle. I picked up one of the extra magazines and inspected one of the bullets.
"Wow..." I exclaimed. I picked up the rifle and placed the strap over my shoulder, placed the extra magazines in my messenger bag, then headed outside. There was a loud roar from the other side of the train, accompanied by the loud boom of a magnum firing a bullet. I looked around my side of the traincar and saw the ladder leading up to the roof. I grabbed on and climbed up. I clamoured onto the roof, getting my new rifle ready. There was a loud roar, and I turned my eyes to where it came from, seeing a giant three armed monster advancing on a redhead that looked taller than I was, rearing RPD field gear. The monster raised it's largest, two fingered claw into the air. I propped the butt of the gun against my shoulder and aimed for the monster.
"GET DOWN!" I yelled out. The redhead looked at me then ducked as I opened fire on the monster, the beast faltering long enough for the redhead to get out of the way. I ran forward and jumped off the train onto the descending train platform. The monster turned to me and revealed it's true hideousness. A gigantic eye stared menacingly at me from the beast's shoulder, and a face seemed to be stretched over the monster's other shoulder. The skull had exposed sinew appearing to be melting off of it, the two empty sockets black as night. The monster roared as it slowly walked toward me.
"Fucking ugly son of a bitch!" I screamed as I pulled the trigger on the gun once again, the recoil pushing me back a step as the bullets ripped through the monster's flesh, spraying blood and flesh everywhere. I stopped and ran around a little distance away from the monster before pulling the trigger again. Finally the monster hunched over, blood pouring from the wounds I have given it. It reared back and let out a booming roar before it leapt from the platform and into a large vent. I turned around at the sound of a footstep behind me, rifle ready to fire. It was that same cop guy that was cornered by the monster.
"I wanted to thank you for watching my back...it's good to see you awake. Ada and I found you in the train just a few minutes ago...she was really worried." The man said in a deep, boyish voice. I relaxed, my gun pointed to the ground. I then smiled, bowing in respect.
"Not a problem..." I said modestly. I extended a hand to the unfamiliar police officer. He took it and shook it firmly. "I'm Isaac..." I greeted him.
"Officer Leon Scott Kennedy." He replied. Suddenly the platform stopped, surprising both Leon and I. He rushed over to the control console and pressed the descend button. The platform didn't budge. "Shit!" He cursed. I looked around and saw one of the double doors open.
"Leon!" I called. He ran over.
"What?" He asked me. I pointed over to the doors.
"You might find a way out through there...we should go check it out...I need to find my friend Claire." I told him. He looked surprised at me.
"You must be the Isaac Claire was talking about..." He said out loud. I looked at him.
"Do you know where Claire is?" I asked. He nodded. He handed the radio at his waist to me.
"Here...maybe you can find her...I'll find a way to patch Ada's wound while you find Claire." He told me. I nodded and recieved the radio. I pressed the lever and spoke as we ran through the doors.
"Claire...Claire...you there? Over" I asked. There was static on the other side before Claire's voice came through.
"Yeah...who is this? Over..." She replied. I silently thanked God.
"It's Isaac...where are you? Over..." I asked in reply.
"Isaac? Thank God you're okay! I'm on my way to the old research lab...over..." She exclaimed.
"Leon and I are heading for..." I checked the sign and saw that we were in our way to the main shaft. "The Main Shaft...over."
"I headed through there a few minutes ago on my way to the lower level. Get down to the lower level and meet me in the monitor room...over." She replied. That seemed okay with me.
"Okay...see you there...over and out." I acquiesced. I hooked the radio to my belt and saw the doors down the hall. We burst through the door and saw ran to the fork in the crosswalk. I looked to the right and saw the bloodied sign that stated "West Area." I turned to Leon. "Leon! I'll see you at the train with Claire!" I told him. He nodded and headed to the door on the left. I looked around, and was about to head to the door on the right, when someone's voice called out my name.
"Isaac!" The voice was deep, definitely male and from above. I looked up and around, then my eyes locked onto a shadow looking down on me from up above. "Take this! You'll need it!" The voice said, tossing something down to me. Instinctively I caught it and looked at it perplexed. What was this? It was a small remote control, dials set to the letter T and C, but there were dials for numbers as well. I looked up and saw nothing. Nobody was even there.
I quickly but still cautiously looked around for any zombies and found half melted bodies lying on the ground. I ignored the disgusting sight and ran down the hall until the hallway split once again. Suddenly there was a loud crash and the cieling behind me gave way to a large shadow in the dust. I knew what that was. I pumped my legs harder, creating distance between the two of us and turned, aiming quickly and firing angrily at the Tyrant.
"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! COME GET ME!" I screamed as I sprinted down the hall and to the right. I pushed through the door at the end of the hall and fired at the behemoth. The bullets forced the Tyrant to falter in his advance, and I didn't stop firing until I ran out of bullets in my clip. By then the monster was slowing down significantly, and blood was dripping from the bullet wounds. Suddenly the Tyrant dropped, unmoving. I didn't even think to make sure it was dead, I just turned and ran. I ran down the stairs and then headed for the only door I could see. I ran down the corridor and suddenly the ceiling broke once again, the Tyrant roaring and running after me. It shrugged off it's trenchcoat, it's muscles rippling and flexing as it chased after me.
Suddenly the remote I had been given on the catwalks came to my mind. I looked at the dials. One dial was set at the letter 'T' and then one of the other dials was set to the letter C. Maybe...I turned the letter dial until the space was blank, then turned the other dials to '003.'
I pointed the remote at the monster and pressed the button, holding it. A small red light illuminated for four seconds, before a green light lit up, but nothing happened. I stared angrily at the remote and turned it over. Suddenly there was a small note. I read it out loud.
"Stay within a two metre radius of the Tyrant..." The note said. I stared incredulously at the piece of paper. Two metres? You had to be kidding me...
I looked back at the snarling Tyrant, then down at the remote control, and pondered my options. Everything else I've done was a complete bust, so why not risk my life for the umpteenth time and take a gamble? I had to plan for the next part. I gripped the remote tighter and turned left and then left again. The corridor I was running in was wider, enough for me to maneuver around the beast. I slowed my pace, then finally stopped. I turned to the Tyrant, pointing the remote at the Tyrant and getting ready. It raised it's claw, snarling in rage to kill me. I ducked underneath the swing just barely, the button depressed.
'1 one thousand...' I counted. I hopped out of the way when the tyrant swung at my belly. '2 one thousand...' I hit the ground trying to evade the next swipe at my neck, the skin on my neck nicked just a little. '3 one thousand...' I scrambled to my feet and attempted to swerve out of the way when the Tyrant made one final swipe upwards. I bent back a little, evading the swipe by a little. Suddenly I screamed when I felt the Tyrant's longest nail tear into my face, my blood spurting out onto the Tyrant's chest as I hit the ground. I felt unbelievable pain as blood poured from my cheek and eyesocket. In the corner of my eye, I heard the remote make a loud chiming noise.
I ducked when the Tyrant's chest burst outward, blood, guts and bone spraying out onto me, the wall, the floor...me...
I looked up to see the Tyrant falling backwards to the ground, a gaping hole in the beast's chest. I stared at the humanoid mutant, the adrenaline slowly releasing itself from my system and alerting me of the new pain I was supposed to be feeling in my face. I looked around and saw it...what was left of my right eye. It was torn in half, bloody and oozing with fluid. I grit my teeth as I covered my eye gently, the sting amplifying itself ten times in my body.
Everything was a complete blur now that one of my eyes were missing. I quickly reached into my messenger bag to grab the last of the medicinal pills Dr. Hamilton gave me. The cut was far too deep to not have scar tissue, but I had now lost the usage of my right eye. I shook out one of the larger pills and dry swallowed it. I didn't waste time waiting for the wound to patch itself up, I had a job to do. Up ahead was the entrance to the monitor room. I walked in, Claire herself staring at one of the monitors, Leon himself on one of the monitors. Panting heavily, I spoke.
"Claire..." I called. She spun around in surprise, and gasped when she realized that it was me.
"Oh my God, Isaac! What happened to you?" She exclaimed as she inspected my newly given wound. I frowned at her.
"Slashed in the face on the way here...not too bad...but I lost my right eye." I explained. Claire looked sympathetic, but I reassured the brunette that I was fine. "It hurts...there's no doubt about that...but escaping this place is my number one priority right now..." I told her. She nodded and pulled out a bottle of First Aid Spray, one of Umbrella's more useful pharmeceutical medications. I was kind of amazed to see Comfry on the label as part of the ingredients, but in their files they stated that the medicinal jungle herb was the basic ingredient in the spray.
"Hold still...you've got to close the wound..." She whispered. I closed and covered my left eye, waiting for the sting of the spray and then the excruciating pain of my body reacting to the spray and repairing the hemorraging tissue. I felt and heard the spray hitting the right side of my face, the sting making me wince a little. Suddenly the pain intensified and lasted for thirty seconds, then died out like wildfire. I let out the breath I hadn't realized I was holding and uncovered my other eye.
"The shit helps...but doesn't mean it makes the pain any less." I joked to Claire, who smiled back.
"One of Umbrella's only useful creations." She stated. She patted my back, heading to where I had came in. "Come on...we have to get back upstairs to make the vaccine for Sherry..." She told me. I nodded and ran after her. We ran through the door and paused at the Tyrant's dead body. "What the?" Claire said dumbly. I urged her on.
"Not much to do here...it's dead..." I told her. She resumed running and looked at me.
"Is THAT what took your eye?" She asked. I nodded, making a jump over the rubble caused by the Tyrant breaking through the ceiling. We ran upstairs and jumped over the hole made by the Tyrant and returned to the large catwalk area. "Any other outstanding wounds you have yet to tell me?" Claire asked as we turned to the left.
I looked at her with a smile. "If I did I wouldn't let you see it because I feel uncomfortable with people I'm not intimate with seeing my bare body." I replied. She looked at me with a slightly disgusted face. I rolled my eyes as we turned left. "It's not any place too intimate...but I have a problem with people seeing me without a shirt..."
Claire looked back at me. "There's no need to explain..." She turned a corner without looking forward and almost ran into a bunch of naked zombies. I reached out and pulled Claire back, using my inertia to jump and spin and kick the rotting zombie's head off. I landed and readied my new rifle for firing. I had a little trouble aiming with my left eye, but I got the hang of it and fired, ripping through the rest of the pack without much trouble. Claire looked thankful at me, before pulling out a handgun and firing. I turned and saw a zombie dropping to the ground with a bullet in it's brain.
"Thanks..." I smiled at Claire, who smiled back.
"Well...we do have to find my brother...and he'll be mighty angry if you're dead." She stated in a matter of factly tone. I smiled and nodded. We walked through the hall to the shutter door, Claire pulling out a small keycard and inserting it into a swiping station. The shutter opened, revealing another batch of zombies in labcoats. Claire and I backed up, Claire pulling out a double barrel shotgun and firing. I opened fire with my new machine gun, the two of us tearing through the group of zombies easily. Once the last zombie was killed, Claire and I entered the room beyond the shutter, a seeing various machines not running. Claire began to search for something in the room, leaving me at the doorway confused.
"Uh...Claire? What are we doing here?" I asked. I followed Claire through the room, passing underneath one of the large vents. I stopped when I heard a perplexing sound. I think it was a mixture of wet slipping and sliding with low, animalistic growling. I had a foreboding feeling in my stomach that whatever was making that noise was dangerous.
"I've got to find a vaccine synthesizer for Sherry." Claire replied distractedly, a small vial in her hand. I looked around and saw the same kind of machine as in the hospital. I pointed to it.
"You mean that?" I asked. She looked to where I was pointing and looked perplexingly at it. She neared it and looked it over, then saw the vial insertion slot. She inserted the vial in her hand into the slot and looked for a button. Finally she found it and pressed the button, the machine whirring for a few seconds before the vial was filled with a cloudy white liquid.
"Okay...this is the base vaccine. Now we have to go down to the main labs and make the vaccine." She said determinedly. I nodded and led the way out. No new zombies, no new three armed monsters with melted flesh and eyes growing out of their shoulders. A safe as one can be in this situation...
"So what do you plan to do if we escape?" Claire asked me. I kept my head down and shrugged.
"My parents are dead...I have no other family...and I'm too far into the whole Umbrella thing to try and live a normal life...all I have now is the fact that I've got fighting skills, the IQ of a supercomputer, and enough firearms training to keep myself alive." I replied. "All I can do is try and take down Umbrella." I finished.
"Isn't that a little bit of a defeatist attitude? Just because you're super smart, have martial arts training, and can use firearms doesn't mean you don't deserve a new life after this..." Claire stated in a motherly tone.
"Yes...but I want to...this is about me...and I'm doing what is right..." I replied.
"What do you mean?" Claire asked as we walked down the stairs to the lower floor.
"I've lost my eye, my family, my home, and some of my friends. My life that would have come to pass if this hadn't happened doesn't mean a thing to me anymore. I've got absolutely no reason to run from Umbrella anymore." I explained.
"Well, what will you do when Umbrella is taken down?" Claire asked as we walked through the monitor room. I shrugged.
"I don't know...there's no definite sign that your brother and our friends will succeed, but if it happens and we succeed, it will all depend on how old I'll be." I replied. Claire nodded. I looked at Claire.
"How about you? You gonna run off with Leon and become a two person anti-Umbrella campaign?" I asked. Claire scoffed.
"No. Finding my brother is my first priority, and besides that, Leon seems a little gung-ho about law enforcement." Claire replied. I nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, but Leon isn't that bad. He kind of reminds me of Chris, but more calmed." I agreed. Claire shrugged. We dropped the subject when we entered the main laboratory, Claire heading straight for the Vaccine synthesizer. I kept watch for anything hostile as Claire placed the vaccine cartridge into the machine and pressed the button. I opened fire when a random zombie shuffled into the room, moaning piteously at me. It hit the ground, the monster letting out breathless grunts as it crawled towards my legs. I put my gun away and bent down, grabbing the zombie's head in my gloved hands and twisted, the zombie's neck making a violent snapping noise. The zombie stopped moving, and I got back up just as Claire picked up the newly created Vaccine.
"Okay, let's go!" Claire told me as she ran for the door. I followed her out, the two of us running through the monitor room and back into the corridor with the dead Tyrant on the floor and the door right beside the door leading to the monitor room. Suddenly there was a huge rumbling that knocked both Claire and I to the ground for a second.
"Whoa...what was that?" I asked. Immediately after I asked that, red sirens began to flash and a computerized voice rang out in the hallway.
"Caution, this facility will self destruct in five minutes..." The female voice called out monotonously. I checked my watch and saw that it was just past six twenty A.M. Cursing, Claire and I turned to the left and entered the door adjacent to the monitor room door, finding ourselves in a chamber with a bunch of containers on really tall racks. We ran through the aisles and found the entrance to a cargo elevator. I ran forward and pressed the call button, the engine on the elevator running. Claire stood beside me, tapping her foot in impatience. Suddenly my senses were tweaked when I heard a small cracking noise just above us. I looked up and saw the ceiling beginning to crack, and I had a feeling it was going to come down soon.
"Claire! Watch out!" I yelled as I pushed her out of the way, diving out of the way as the ceiling broke through, the same mutant thing from the train platform roaring and advancing on the two of us. I stared in horror at it, then scrambled to my feet and ran in the opposite direction. I ducked under one of the monster's swings and drew my machine gun. I took aim at the monster's chest and fired, the monster letting out screeches as blood went flying everywhere, but the monster didn't stop advancing on me. I kept backing up while firing.
"Isaac! Duck!" I heard Claire's voice scream from behind me. I turned and saw her holding up the same type of weapon Jill had in her posession when I saw her and my eyes widened. I hit the ground as Claire fired, the explosion throwing the monster off of it's feet and a few metres back. I got back up and began to fire at the monster wildly, the beast thrashing around as the flames that resulted from the blast burned it's flesh. Suddenly the monster began to twisted and turned sickeningly, it's legs twisting into a more quadrapedal kind of look, and it's mouth began to elongate and grow sharp, jagged teeth, roaring. Cursing, I ran a few more feet away, turned and fired as Claire fired more explosives at the beast.
The monster was unrelenting, only faltering a little with every explosion that tore at it's body. Suddenly it jumped up onto the racks and used the moment to advance on us quickly. It stared down at me, growling before jumping off the racks at me. I dove forward and dodged the monster's sharp claws and fangs just barely, rolling on the ground and getting back to my feet. Claire let out another barrage of grenades as I fired another volley of bullets, the monster's confusion as to which one of us to attack used against it. After I had spent all of the bullets in my second magazine, and after the thirteenth grenade fired at the beast, it let out a violent screech and melted into a vomit-like black puddle.
Claire ran through a less dangerous aisle as the elevator arrived, the two of us lifting the wooden gate just enough for us to get in. Claire pressed the descend button and we were on our way down. I sat down on the elevator floor, panting and clearing my throat. I took that time to touch my now empty eyesocket and felt the caked on blood and scar tissue on my face. Claire then took a seat beside me.
"You okay?" She asked. I laughed, shaking my head.
"Not really...I've lost an eye...it's just different now. This whole thing has changed my life. I didn't even think I would survive as long as I did in this city, but look at us. We're this much closer to escape." I said in reverence, pinching my index finger and thumb together to show what I meant.
"I know...I never really thought I'd be able to do some of the things that I've done. In a way this has made me a little more confident in finding Chris." Claire agreed. I got back up, brushing the dirt and grime from my pants and messenger bag. The elevator stopped at the lowest floor the sirens blaring. I turned to Claire and helped her up.
"Come on, we've got to get to the train before this place blows." I told her. She nodded and we ran down the hall, focused on our escape. The hallway twisted and turned, and finally led to an open doorway. We ran through, the place beginning to rumble and shake. Suddenly the Train appeared from the right, Leon calling to us from the engine car.
"Claire! Isaac! Come on! Get on!" He yelled as explosion rocked the upper floors. We ran forward toward the Train, but our opportunity to board was gone when the doorway and Leon disappeared behind a wall. Claire and I looked around, then saw two more open doors. I turned to Claire.
"Take the first one...see you inside." She nodded and backed up. She ran forward and jumped, going straight through the door. I looked and saw my door approaching. I ran forward and jumped, barely hitting my shoulder as I toppled in. I got up and looked around, then ran toward the engine car. I stumbled when there was a loud explosion that rocked the train, but kept on going and entered the engine car. Claire and Leon were leaning over a small blonde girl in a school girl's uniform, the vaccine cartridge in Claire's hand empty.
I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. The small girl gave out an audible gasp as she got up, looking around. Claire smiled happily, hugging the small girl who hugs back. Leon stood up, looking out into the dark tunnel. "Well...we're out of danger, at least for a while..." Leon commented.
"Not exactly. I've got Umbrella on my tail..." I disagreed. Claire nodded.
"And I need to find my brother..." Claire added. Leon looked back at us, then back at the tunnel. I shrugged and looked back at the metal floor. Suddenly the Train rocked forward, jolting me from my rest. Claire looked at both Leon and I warily.
"What was that?" She asked. I got up, looked at Leon and nodded, the two of us holding our guns tightly as we entered the connected car. The door behind us closed and locked. I banged against it, trying to open it back up. Suddenly the computerized female voice sounded again.
"Bio-hazardous material detected on Train, self destruction set for two minutes..." The computer said. Leon let out a series of curses and ran to the back of the cargo car. Suddenly sharp points smashed through the back of the car, Leon letting out a yell of surprise and running back to where I was. The same black goo that the monster Claire and I fought appeared, turning into a large wall of spikes with a mouth in the middle, pulled along by four large tentacles.
I let out an exasperated growl. "This thing doesn't know when to quit, does it?" I asked no one in particular. I slapped in my last magazine and opened fire on the monster, blood, flesh and bone flying everywhere as Leon's magnum left gaping holes in the monster. After three seconds of bullets flying from my gun and three shots from Leon's magnum, the monster began to dissolve again. Leon then fired a shot at the handle to the door behind us, the door sliding open freely. He tries to open the other car door, but can't. I exited to the gap between the two cars and began to climb up onto the roof, the wind blowing my hair around wildly. Leon followed, the two of us crawling toward the escape hatch. There was a loud crash, Leon and I both looking back and seeing tentacles feeling around for us.
"Leon! Come on! Keep going!" I yelled to the man. We reached the escape hatch, the stronger man turning the handle and opening it. I dropped in to see the little blonde girl looking frantically at the control panel. I moved out of the way to let Leon in, the cop pointing out the emergency brake switch. The little girl slammed her fist on the button and the Train jolted, the three of us thrown forward as the Train came to a screeching halt. Leon grabbed the girl's hand.
"Come on, Sherry!" He urged. They ran for the exit as I followed, the three of us running down the tunnel and toward the light. Suddenly we were joined by Claire as we all ran, the light coming from the end of the tunnel getting larger and larger until we reached the exit. We all threw ourselves to the ground away from the tunnel as explosions echoed from the tunnel and then a geyser of flames shot out from the tunnel. We didn't lift our heads until the sound of the flames died down.
"Guys? Are we still alive?" Sherry asked as she lifted her head. I let out a chuckle as I got up. Leon got back up, staring in awe at the sunrise. I stared at the rising sun and felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I couldn't believe it...I was alive...and I had survived five whole days in the city.
"Come on guys...we've got work to do..." Leon said with a creepily cheery tone. Claire looked at him weirdly.
"What do you mean?" She asked. Leon turned to us with a smile.
"Well..someone has to take down Umbrella..." He said determinedly. Claire then got up.
"I can't...I have to find my brother..." She said solemnly. Leon stared at her with wide eyes.
"Is that all you ever think about? Your brother is all the way in Europe!" Leon argued. Leon looked at me expectantly. "Isaac, you're with me, right? Someone has to take down Umbrella! This is a matter of revenge!" He tried to convince me. I shrugged.
"No doubt..." I agreed. Leon looked triumphant at Claire, like he had won an important argument. "...but I was in on Chris' plan to take down Umbrella before you even mentioned taking down Umbrella, and I have Chris' personal documents, so technically he is still my boss. I'm sorry, but I'm going with Claire..." He looked angrily at me when I finished my sentence. Leon looked enraged at the two of us, but I had a look of unabashed indifference.
"You know what? Fine! Go! You can leave me and Sherry the hell alone then! Go off to find your precious Chris Redfield!" He yelled. Claire looked shocked at his outburst. Sherry looked fearful at Claire, who looked at her reassuringly.
"Don't worry Sherry...I promise to come back, and then you can be my real little sister..." Claire said calmly before running off into the woods. I stayed put, breathing slowly. Leon looked at me angrily.
"Well? Aren't you going to follow her?" He asked with a hint of sadness in his voice. I shrugged.
"I've decided to go north to some friends first, because I may have caused unnecessary greif." I replied. I stared sternly at him. "That was fairly immature of you though..." I commented.
"No, it isn't! We have a possible world crisis on our hands and all she can think about is her brother!" He yelled. I shook my head.
"So are you mad that she doesn't think of you as the most important person in her life?" I asked even more sternly. He looked shocked but quickly regained himself.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about..." He said.
"Do you want to know a little tidbit about Claire and Chris? They were orphans since Chris was sixteen...so the only person Claire grew up with was her brother, who worked hard to keep themselves afloat and to put Claire through school." I explained. Leon looked shocked and a little sorry. "If you lost someone who put your life before their own for most of their life, how would you feel? Lost? Alone? Scared? Chris is all she has...and now I think you just made her think that she doesn't have you anymore..." I finished. Now he looked sad.
Suddenly someone grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up to my feet. I reacted and slammed my heel into the person's crotch, the man letting go of me and holding his pained area. I quickly spun and slammed my heel into the man's face, my shoe coming in contact with a contamination suit. I saw a little movement in the corner of my eye and spun, slamming my fist into another haz-mat suit covered chest. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, and after a few seconds I began to feel drowsy and tired. My arms and legs felt heavy, and my eyelids were drooping. I felt someone grab my wrists and bind them with handcuffs as I blacked out...
(End Chapter 20)
And there's chapter 20! Hope you liked it! I'll be posting 21 in a few days, I just need to find the time between school and all this stuff I need to do...