Chris waited a few seconds, hoping that Jill would pick up her phone. He had tried
calling her before but oddly, she didn't answer. She wasn't usually out in the middle
of the night. Even if she was asleep she would answer her phone. Chris slammed
the receiver down and turned to Claire. "She's not answering her phone." Claire
stood up, still holding Leon's gun in her hand. She hadn't let it go since she shot
Wesker. She couldn't help feeling good about killing him. In fact, if she could turn
back time, she'd probably do it again, and again, and again....... "Look Chris, I'm
not gonna stand here and wait for you to talk to your girlfriend. I have to find Leon.
And if your not going to help me, I'll just have to do it myself," Claire snapped,
catching Chris by surprise. "What is your problem," Chris said, trying to keep
himself calm. "You're my problem Chris! I can't believe your just standing there
acting like nothing ever happened!" Claire yelled, feeling angrier than ever. "Don't
stand there and pretend that everything's cool because its not!" Claire shouted,
fighting back the tears. "Claire...I," Chris began. "No! Leon's gone and there's
nothing you can do to change what you've done," Claire yelled, feeling the warm
tears rolling down the side of her cheeks. Chris watched as his sister stood there
crying her lungs out and for the first time, he regret doing what he did. He reached
out and put a hand on Claire's shoulder, feeling her whole body tremble. "Claire...
I..I'm sorry," Chris said softly. Claire looked up at him. "I didn't mean to screw
everything up between you and Leon. Its just that...he was my best friend and it was
hard for me to see you two together," Chris said. "Yeah well your just gonna have to
get used to it." Claire grabbed her jacket and walked out of the house, slamming the
door shut behind her.
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Leon opened his eyes but quickly lifted his hands up in front of face to shield his
eyes from the bright flourescent lights. He sat up on the hard floor only to feel a
sharp pain shoot up his spinal cord as if he were being stabbed with a thousand
knives. He scanned the small room and noticed that he wasn't the only one there.
A man layed on the ground with his back to Leon. It was then that Leon saw the
emblem on the man's shirt. R.P.D. Leon quickly made his way toward the man
and knelt down beside him. "Kevin?" Leon stared down at Kevin's bruised face
waiting for him to respond. "L...leon, you need to get yourself out. They're gonna
kill you." Leon's eyes widened. "What?" Kevin coughed, tasting the bitterness of
blood in his mouth. "They're going to use you to make Claire suffer If Claire comes
looking for you they're gonna kill her. Its what they want. They want her to come
looking for you." The door suddenly swung open behind Leon. He jumped up
and turned around to find two men dragging someone into the room. It was a
woman. They dropped her on the floor and walked right back out of the room,
securely locking the door behind them. "They've got it all planned out," Leon
thought. "Now that they've got Jill, both Chris and Claire are going come looking
for us."
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It was 8:00am when the plane had finally landed. Sherry grabbed her luggage and
anxiously made her way down the aisle and out of the large aircraft. She couldn't
wait to finally see Claire and Leon. Once she got off the plane, she searched the
crowd of people, hoping to find everyone waiting for her. She pushed past the
large crowd, dragging her luggage behind her. She scanned the crowd once again
but there was no sign of them. "Where are they," she thought. "They told me they'd
be here." Then something caught her eye. There WAS somebody waiting for her.
Just not who she expected. She quickly turned the other way, hoping that he didn't
see her. She picked up her pace, trying to get to the closest police officer. When
she spotted a man in uniform she dropped her luggage and began to run but before
she could get there someone grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. When
she saw that familiar face her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. "What's the rush
Miss Birkin," he said. Sherry quickly pulled her arm out of his grasp and began to
run as fast as she could. She pushed past people, praying that he wasn't right behind
her. She burst through the front doors and looked back to see if he was behind her,
happy to see that she had lost him. When she finally turned back around, she collided
with someone, stumbling backwards and falling hard on her back. She ignored the
fact that everyone was staring at her and looked up to see who she had collided with.
She stared up at the young man, his reddish hair blowing in the wind. He knelt down
next to Sherry, helping her up from the ground. "Are you okay," he said. "Help me!
please, help me! There's a man chasing me! Sherry yelled, as she tugged on the
man's arm. "Its going be okay. I'm gonna get you out of here," he said.