Author's note: This is the second update in a row. My fingers ache from typing so much but it was worth it. Anyways not only is this the second chapter for me to update right away, but it is also the second last chapter to this story. Thanks to everyone that both read and reviewed this story, you're awesome. Reviewer responses will be in the next chapter, sorry this one is short.

Crimson Ribbons

Chapter 10

Going on a treasure hunt

Leon was ready for anything by now. His knowledge of just how insane Umbrella really was helped out tremendously. Traveling down dark hallways with blood thirsty super human creatures lingering about was nothing new to the blond.

Oh, the memories...

He came to an abrupt halt just shortly after Barret stopped in front of him, taking the role of leader as he was the oldest out of their little group. Silence followed just like it had been for the past hour and Leon was getting quite fed up with it. He opened his mouth to speak, but Barret beat him to it.

"Where are we going now? We have no map and no idea where this 'Wesker' guy is either."

They had been following Leon's slightly strict orders that they had to find Vivica and had been on her trail since. It didn't take them long as they walked down the blood stained hallways to figure out that this was obviously a dead end and the greater evil was playing them as fools.

Vivica was nowhere to be found as they slowly backtracked. However, upon nearing the hidden automatic door, where it had been anyways, Leon, Barret, and Michael had soon discovered that it had been torn off and now lay in a pool of water.

Now, as they stared into a pure white room with a operating chair in the center, they were faced with yet another dead end. There was no point going back down the same hallway that they had just come from so pursuing whoever escaped and ruined the door seemed like a pretty good idea right now. After all, it could lead them to Wesker.

"Look," Michael pointed to an opened door they had absentmindedly pasted without paying any attention to it, "It looks like the person went in there." Before Barret or Leon could do anything, the man from New York took off, leaving the other two back at the room which could be compared to hell.

Michael looked over the various maps, noticing within seconds that several of them were missing. He checked for any clues that could point to exactly what they were for and was surprised to find that under each place where the maps should have been, a label encoded with white letters remained.

The first read "Factory Blueprint", the second "To Lobby," and the third that was visible, " To Control Room".

A small grin formed on his face as he began to look for other missing places and found that several others were in fact missing, just too many to count. He searched for anything else as footsteps echoed down the hallway towards him; Leon and Barret's for sure.

"If I were a person who opposed Umbrella, wanted to exact my revenge and put an end to everything that I knew they created as well as blow up the building, where would I go?" He pointed to the label reading "To Control Room" and grinned further. "That's exactly where I'd go."

"What are you talking about?" Barret asked as he caught his breath in the doorway.

Michael grabbed an extra map and quickly showed Leon and Barret, explaining why they had to go there. No arguments followed after Michael's small speech and it was decided on that they better hurry up and catch just whoever it was that was about to explode the place. Vivica, Leon assumed.

Wesker brushed invisible dust off his lab coat and reloaded his gun. He adjusted his infamous sunglasses and walked slowly at first, detesting the bothersome tyrant that was bottled up inside of him. There were some things better left alone, no doubt.

He had taken swift actions in trying to gain control over the beast inside of him, using quick injections and downing medication. His body had reacted none too pleasant, throwing him into a fit of convulsions coughing up blood. It turned out to be a hard struggle, but he had won in the end and that was all that mattered at the time.

Things had taken a more disastrous turn since then.

Wesker had found out that his captive had escaped, leaving a nice mess for him to clean up afterwards. And not only that seemed to test his limit to using brash actions, but the teenager was now heading towards the control room where his assumptions as to just what she was going to do, grew and grew until he could stand it no longer.

So Vivica wanted to try to put an end to this all did she? How was it that the whole world seemed to be after him and destroying all his plans? Perhaps it was just bad luck.

Luck, ha. He didn't believe nor need it anyways.

From his position behind a small television set, Wesker watched as the teenage tyrant wandered through his endless maze of hallways. She stopped quite often to look at a piece of paper, he noticed. Most likely a map of some sort that she had stolen from one of his secret rooms. Damn that temperamental twit.

"It's a shame that you are no longer able to continue your treasure hunt," Wesker narrowed his cat like eyes from behind his sunglasses. "Game time is over."

Relieving himself from watching the multiple television screens in one of his many security rooms, Wesker turned his back and neared the door. He pulled out a small syringe and injected himself with a fluid that would help suppress the monster while walking into the dark hallway.

Paying no attention in particular as to where he was going, having memorized every twist and turn, Wesker made his way towards Vivica's direction. He stopped several times, taking care of some unwanted zombies that craved for his flesh. Nothing else seemed to go after him, obviously sensing some sort of danger, of which he displayed without any second thoughts.

By this time he was gaining speed. The lobby couldn't be that far off, seeing how it usually took him only a few minutes to reach there on a normal day. He passed a sign with arrows indicating which way lead to what and saw that a light blood splatter covered the letter "L" on the top direction, reading "LOBBY".

Footprints, standing out quite clearly in the mess of blood, caught Wesker's attention first among several other objects, mostly destroyed from Leon and his friends' weapons. He knew that they belonged to his missing captive and trailed behind them, covering her prints with his much larger ones.

The sign pointing to the control room appeared shortly after.

Vivica swore under her breath as she reread the map clutched tightly in her blood stained hands. She had come across a few people who had barred their bloody teeth and lunged forward, leaving her with no other option but to dispose of them with her newfound strength.

Her destination had to be near, that's what the map said anyways. She abandoned the others in the lobby, seeing no use for them anyways; just another bother. She could sense something easily described as 'Wesker' when she stopped to look at the mess of lines and arrows.

"Bastard is following me, isn't he?"

Vivica looked forward, spotting another helpful sign. She ran as fast as she could when her instincts demanded for her to move when Wesker's own tyrant seemed to call out to her. She responded by picking up the pace just as his shadow came from around a corner, the exact one she had been at only seconds ago.

She panicked when his shadow vanished along with that horrible feeling that accompanied it. Vivica saw another corner appear and became lost as to what she should do. Turn or not? She didn't have any other choice and ran forwards yet again.

Stopping suddenly, her body collied into something solid, causing Vivica to take a few steps backwards. She hoped it was a wall, it had to be a wall. The map was released from her grip when she looked upright and locked eyes with the man she was trying to escape from.

"Shit."