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Okay...so I'm putting down the second chapter because I'm a relentless fool and so yes. That's really all I've got to say. Well that and give me a bleedin' review! It could say hi, I'm Bob from Michigan and I like freckles. Okay well not that...that would be...weird. But please, honestly, tell me what you think. I'd really love to knoe. Thanks, ska-chan.
Chapter Two: Old Friends
There was a knock on Leon's door. He gasped for air and shook his head violently. "No," he whispered. "No. No. No. No. Not now." He let out another sob, looking around. Everywhere he looked there were pieces of her. And where is she now? Somewhere in pieces, he said bitterly in his mind. She's gone. She's gone and it's all my fault. If I hadn't let her go she would still be here. She wouldn't be d- There was that knock again. "Go away!" he yelled, shutting off the t.v., trying to trick the bastard. He didn't have to hear some bitch repeating his life was over. That the helicopter crashed with her in it.
"Leon." I'm going insane. "Leon, please open the door. Please let me in. I'm sorry I left, you were right, something bad happened." The voice on the other side of the doorway paused. "Leon, open the damn door. I said I'm sorry. I said you were right, what more do you want from me?" I want you to be alive. "Oh fine. Fuck you." There was a thud at the bottom of the door as if some one had kicked it. Some one short.
Leon sucked in air. Jumping up, he ran to the door. He almost ripped it off the hinges as he opened it, wanting to see her face. "I am losing it!" he screamed. Small gloved hands cupped his face, pushing it down. Allie smiled softly as she looked up at his blood shot eyes. "A-Allie- I ...you.."
"How could you forget I'm so short?" she whispered, wiping away his tears.
"But- but they said you were dead. That the entire team was dead...the helicopter crashed...no one survived...Allie...am I insane?" he choked out.
"No, just very misled."-
-He smiled to himself as red liquid began to soak the back of his head. Leon rolled his head to the side, watching the red flames clash with the purple black sky. He grabbed a handful of sand, letting it slip through his fingers and just smiled. Rolling his head away from the crash, he saw a figure coming toward him. Leon took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut from the pain. "Hey! Hey over here! Sherry!" he yelled, raising his arm. Two more figures appeared next to the first and Leon swore. He rolled onto his stomach, trying to forget the pain, and slowly got up. How many more times am I going to be shot in the shoulder? he thought.
Leon turned to face the figures. He could barely see two of them. He turned his head, looking for the first one. "Right here, Leon." A thick finger jammed into his wound and he flinched. "Oh you always did think you were tough. Didn't I have to prove you wrong last time, too?"
"Alexander the Prick. It's been a while."
"Six years, actually."
"Oh you've been counting the days I've been away? Al, that's so sweet. I didn't know you ca-" Alexander's finger shoved in a little farther.
"Don't be ridiculous, you foolish little boy. I didn't come out here to listen to you blather. I've come to retrieve you so you might meet my son."
"Who the hell would fuck you? Oh that's right. No one. You probably humped a corpse and made life in a tube. Hell, Allie probably shot off your tiny little dick when she blew out that half of you're hea-" Leon screamed as Alexander's finger shot the rest of the way through him, widening the hole in his body. He turned his hand up to grab onto Leon's shoulder and faced him. A quarter of his bald and shining head was still missing and the scars from each bullet Allie had laid into him could still be seen in the fire light. His left eye was shut, covered in a scar going from the middle of his head to his jaw. "Damn, she really did a number on you. How's it feel to get your ass kicked by a woman who isn't even 5' 3"?" Leon grunted. Alexander threw him across the wreckage toward the other figures. "Oh fuck," he whispered as something smashed into his head.-
Sherry stood up after a moment, still a little shocked that she survived plummeting to the ground. Examining her surroundings, she shuddered. "Christ Leon, where are you?" she whispered. Pulling out a flashlight from the pack she grabbed before, Sherry looked around again. "What the fuck? Where's the 'copter?" She took a steps and stopped. A scream came from her right. She ran toward it, wanting to call out to Leon, praying he was all right. There was another scream and a sigh of satisfaction. She stopped moving. "Alexander," Sherry whispered. A cold chill ran through her as she listened to the sucking of some one close by. She turned off her flashlight, creeping up the sand dune to try and see if she was right.
She slammed her hands over her mouth to keep the horrified gasp in. She quaked with fear as she watched a child bury its head into her screamer's neck. The person convulsed and the child hit it with its small fist. Sherry clamped her hands down tighter, backing up. Hands came down gently on her shoulders and she stopped. They went along her bare arms and pushed her hands back down. Her eyes wide, she turned around and stared back at the person in the dim moon light. Sherry could make out short mussed hair and a diminishing frame but what she really noticed were her eyes. They reflected the moon light like blue tinted mirrors. The girl smiled sadly, whispering, "Just an illusion" and let her go. Sherry blinked and the girl was gone. She whipped around, searching for her frantically, and looked back down the dune. The child was gone as well.
Shaking her head, Sherry looked down again. The bodies were still there. Looking around once more, she slid down the sand to them. She nudged one with her boot but he didn't move. Her hands became fists as she approached the other. Shallow breaths were coming from the woman, her eyes open in pain and terror. Sherry drew her handgun as she got closer. "Ma'am?" she called. The woman twitched, Sherry tightened her grip. The woman began shaking, trying to move her hand to a pocket in her white lab coat.
"Who are you?" she gasped. Sherry jumped. "I sa...who...are"
"My name's Sherry."
"What are you do...doing," she whispered. Sherry knelt down beside her, putting away her gun. She moved the woman's head, seeing the blood on her neck. "It was...my own fault. I...didn't have...the repo...report ready. I was thrown out...for...for them!" she gasped, throwing her hand into the air. Sherry looked but saw nothing. "Artemus did it...I don't have long...he'll find you if she lets him...don't let him...why are...you...out...he-" her body gave a great shake. Sherry held her down to stop her. "It...won't be long now...I'll turn...become...like them..." She heaved.
"You work for them don't you? You worked for Umbrella!" The woman smiled distantly. "You can help me! Please, you have to! My sister, she's in your facility, I need to find her. She's dying! Her name's Allie, she's about five foot-"
"Shh!" The woman wheezed. "They'll hear you. If you speak of them, they'll return, the boy always hears his name and comes! Never speak it...not witho-" She rolled away from Sherry, thick orange vomit spewing from her mouth. "It's too late...my-" she coughed" my time is up...I'm becoming one of...them."
"Them? Who is them? One of the people who attacked you? Who!" Sherry yelped.
"Them!" the woman cried out, throwing her hand into the air again. Sherry saw them this time. There were four of them, stumbling and falling down the dune toward them. Sherry turned on her flashlight and brought the beam up to the people. She gasped, crawling backward. "Yes...you understand...I'm becoming them...shoot me...first...please...I'm beg...begging you. Kill me...first." A loud moan escaped one of the monsters and Sherry shivered. The woman snatched Sherry's arm. "Do it!" she wheezed. "Don't let me...become them!" Sherry shook her head, trying to pull away. "Do it!" the woman cried again. Sherry looked at her, shocked. The woman heaved and and vomited once more before stuffing her hand into a pocket. "Take this..."she said. "Good luck finding...Allie..."
Sherry looked down at what she had given her. A small plastic card lay in her palm. She looked back, confused. The woman began laughing, fluids bubbling up with the sound. A gun was against her head. She kept laughing as she pulled the trigger, making Sherry yelp.
"Christ!" Another moan escaped one of the things falling down the dune and she repeated herself. Stuffing the card into a pocket, Sherry grabbed the woman's gun and searched her coat quickly. Finding nothing helpful, she stood. Um...what now...where to go? She looked back to the small group. "Time to go." She waved to them, jogging away.-
The stench of rotting meat filled his nostrils and he heaved. He heard a whisper from the darkness and stopped. Slowly, it got louder. Don't. Leon could barely make it out. He turned his head, trying to see and the whispering came again. He held still, listening to the 'Stop' and 'Don't touch him.' A shuffled step toward him. "Stop!" It stopped. "Mem will be angry at you if you touch him." Leon held his breath. Mem? The shuffle went back to its place and Leon let out the breath. His nose crinkled as he inhaled. "Don't!" the voice called and something slammed into Leon, taking him back into unconsciousness. -
She wasn't picking up. "Dammit Allie, answer the pho- Hello?" It was Jill. "Thank God! Look, you guys gotta go. Some one's wrecked Allie's apartment, shot the lock off and everything. Nothing's gone, I think, but their stuff is all over the place. Like some one was searching for something. I don't know what's going on but I want you guys out of my place, get somewhere safe...yeah I'll meet you there...yeah I still got the kid. Look, hang up and go, will you!" Jill retorted and he shut his phone. "Okay kid, hang on," he said to Sherry. He looked over to her. Her eyes were huge and she screamed as the side of Leon's jeep got slammed by a black SUV. "Shit!" The car backed up and slammed into them again. "Fuck!"
The car continued to press into them and Leon hit the gas. They didn't move for a second and Sherry began panicking. She looked out her window and screamed Leon's name. He looked over and swore again. He hit his trunk button and climbed into the back, calling for Sherry. She flew into the back and he opened the hatch. She looked up at him, terrified. "It's okay," he said. "Just cover your face, okay?" She threw her arms over her head and he wrapped himself around her. A second later, a second SUV slammed into right side of the jeep and Leon shoved out. They rolled on the ground, slowly stopping. He glanced over to his car, shaking his head. "You all right?" Sherry uncovered her face slowly. "Good. Start running."
"Where?"
"Inside!" She nodded, got up and ran. Four men in suits got out of the cars and started toward him. "Oh isn't this classic?" he whispered, standing. "Can I help you?" They said nothing, only stood before him. He shook his head, looking down. "Can you at least tell me why you decided my car needs death?"
"Mr. Kennedy, am I correct?" Leon turned to face the speaker. He was taller than him, his bald head reflecting the sunshine. He straightened his suit before sticking out his hand. Leon waved him off and he smiled. "That was quite a stunt to perform with a child." He paused. When Leon didn't reply, he continued. "My name is Alexander. I've come to retrieve my wife."
"Wait, wait, wait. What?" He stared up at Alexander. "Are you trying to tell me that you just tried to kill not only me but a twelve year old girl so you can find some girl? Or are you a disgusting pedophile who's trying to say Sherry is supposed to be your wife?"
Alexander kept his polite smile. "Mr. Kennedy, I'm only going to ask you this once. Where is Allie?"
"Bite me."
"All right I will." Leon blinked, a little confused by his answer. When he opened his eyes, Alexander was gone. He yelled as a fist full of his hair was grabbed and pulled to the side, exposing his neck. "That was not the answer I was hoping for, Mr. Kennedy." Alexander bit down on the tender flesh between Leon's shoulder and neck and he screamed. -
He wretched and a small fist hit his wounded shoulder. He gasped in pain, feeling his blood draining. The small fist hit him again and he flung his tied hands toward it. It yelped and skidded backwards. "Memmy isn't gonna be happy when she sees what you done." There was a hiss in the darkness and a low creak. A woman gasped and Leon could hear her hard breathing close by. "She's gonna be so angry," the voice said, getting small.
"Quiet yourself, girl. You only speak when spoken to. As for you," Leon could tell it was Alexander, "You'll learn eventually." There was a thick thud sound and the woman skidded closer to him. Alexander slammed the door where ever it was and everything was quiet. Leon put his hands over his bleeding neck, trying to stay silent. The talker started up again.
"Mem, Ammie was doing it again!" she whined. So it's Mem.
Mem took a shaky breath. "Ammie," she whispered, "why don't you ever listen to me?" There was a rustling as she stood. "Who was he doing it to?" Her voice was soft but gravelly. The soft patter of small feet went to Mem and a moment later her hands where on Leon's arm. "Thank you my little Valentine." She fingered his wounds gently and sighed. "I'm sorry," she whispered to him. Slowly she brought her fingers up his neck and began tracing the outlines of Leon's face. Her forefinger ran around his eye and stopped. Slowly, Mem traced his lips before putting both hands completely on his face. He shivered at their coldness and she whispered for him to stop. She took away one hand and brushed his right cheek with hers, inhaling. "God, I love the way you smell," she breathed.
Leon's heart stopped beating. "A- Allie?"-
I'm sorry it's taken so long to get this up and I'm sorry if you found it a little long. But now it's up and you knoe Leon survived to some degree and is being face molested. Grand huh? Yeah well what ever. I'm out guys. Ska The Ninja Is Waiting Around.