Disclaimer: Yeah yeah yeah, I don't Resident Evil. Don't even own my underwear...my mom bought them for me.. .
Yeah you really wanted to knoe that one. I probably shouldn't have said it. Eh, I don't care. So yeah, this is chapter three. It came after chapter two which came after chapter one...Right what ever I'm writing now.
Chapter Three: Tyrants
"A-Allie?" Leon breathed. He stared at his blood spattered girl friend in awe. She panted, looking at the gory mess she had made of the men. Their bodies shot and oozing, they cried out for mercy and she had finally given it to them. Allie kicked one of the still breathing bodies and padded over to him, pumping her shot gun. "Holy shit."
She smiled, a drip of some ones blood falling on her lip. "That was new."
"New? New!" Leon yelped. "You just brutally slaughtered seven men with two shells and your legs! What the hell!" Allie looked at him, mixed feelings running through her eyes. Her smile disappeared into her mouth as she sucked her lips into it. Leon took a breath and slowly smiled. "Gotta admit though, it was pretty damn spectacular to watch." Her smile broke out again. "When did you decide you were a kung fu master?"
"Second grade. I was the best," Allie confessed. She wiped her face with the edge of her borrowed button down and looked back at him. "I think I killed your shirt."
"You killed a lot more than that," Leon whispered. "Don't you feel anything about doing all of this? I mean, not only did you just kill a person you didn't know, you killed six more."
"All I have to say is where is the eighth?" Leon pointed and hugged her. "I"m all right. Stop worrying."
"Who said I'm worrying?"
"They say your eyes are the window to your soul."
"And you say you're only 19." She smiled and started toward the others, Leon still holding the back of her. "This is a little gross. You're soaked in blood and I'm hugging you."
Allie laughed. "So don't hug me." Leon squeezed her tighter. "Where's Sherry?" Leon shrugged. "Why is your neck helping to soak the rest of this shirt?" He lifted a finger toward Alexander. "How did he accomplish that?"
"I told him to bite me and he did." Allie stopped walking and looked up at his chin. "It's the truth."
"That's fucked up," she commented.
"That's Alexander." -
Mem nodded against his cheek. "It's been a long time. I thought you would have forgotten me by now. Moved on," she whispered.
"Is this real?" he whispered. A finger touched one of his wounds a little harder than before. "God it is you. Allie- Love-"
"Mem?" the voice squeaked. "Who's Allie?"
There was silence for a few seconds before she choked out"I'm Allie." Leon felt her begin to sob and winced as he brought his hands over her head and held her. His arms stopped at her shoulder blades. He held them out, feeling the skin stretched bone rub against his wrists. Allie sobbed again and took a breath. She put her cheek against his again, clenching her jaw. There was a rustling and she shuddered, trying not to cry as she retracted the bone back into her. Leon's hands fell around her diminished waist. "I'm Allie." And she began to cry. -
Sherry stopped, panting. She's been running for hours and fell to the ground. "Where the fuck am I?" She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. What do I do? There no crash, no Leon, no signal for my phone. She smirked, fingering the lump in her cargoes. Sherry slipped it out and bolted up. "No." She had two signal bars. "No. Fucking. Way." Standing, she held the phone up higher and watched another bar flicker. Taking a step forward, it faded. She stepped to the left and it came back. "Gotcha," she whispered triumphantly. -
"We have her, Sir." Alexander looked at the screen and let a triumphant smile out. He patted the technician's shoulder. "What should we do, Sir?"
"Send her an invitation of course. We wouldn't want to be rude to our guest, would we?" He stopped, looking to another technician. "Let's send her an old friend. See if she remembers him." His finger hit a large green button, lighting it. In the corner of the room, a monitor flickered. A monster of a man was being released into the desert. The gate opened and he lumbered out, his heavy coat whipping in the wind. -
It was the first time she had ever seen the Tyrant. Before the infection of Raccoon City. He appeared before her and she screamed. She turned to flee the woods, run back to the safe house but his gray hand was already on her shoulder. In a swift movement, she was lifted off the ground, kicking and screaming. She stopped squeezing her eyes shut to take in another breath and saw her. How she had gotten there so quickly, Sherry hadn't a clue. The monster halted as she stood before it. A pixie blocking a behemoth of a man. "Let her go," she growled. Sherry fell at his feet. She scurried away, terrified for her and her sister's lives. The Tyrant lowered itself into a fighting stance and Allie crouched. A mighty fist thudded into the leaves Allie once stood in and Sherry felt herself being lifted again. She was about to scream when she realized it was Jill carrying her from the fight. She fought the older woman, wanting to back to her sister.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she yelled. Jill slammed a hand over her mouth and she bit it. She yelped, drawing her hand back in pain and Sherry ran. Through the trees she could see her sister dodging the Tyrant's onslaught of punches. Sherry was grabbed again, this time by Chris, who held her but didn't take her from the scene. She squirmed in his arm but he held tight. He yelled to her sister and a streak of silver flew into a tree near her. The Tyrant threw another punch at Allie, who barely dodged it and spun, grabbing Chris' knife. She lashed out with it and struck the Tyrant's gray head, cutting deep. He roared as purplish blood spilled from the wound and swung his arms wildly. He finally hit Allie causing her to fly back into a thick tree. Sherry screamed for her sister to get up. She clawed at Chris' arm but he refused to let her get away. "Allie!" she had screamed. "Allie get up! Get up you stupid idiot! God damn it, get up!"
The Tyrant turned from Allie's limp form and stared at Sherry with his empty eyes. She gasped, pressing into Chris. She could feel his muscles tense, preparing to run if he had to. The monster took a thundering step toward them and she yelped for Chris. He took a step back as the Tyrant took another. Sherry squeezed her eyes shut, a tear slipping down her cheek. Chris' chest pushed against her as he took a sharp breath. She peaked an eye open to see her sister again. She stood behind the Tyrant, who turned to face her once again, the knife held loosely in her hand, hair covering most of her face and was, Sherry found most terrifying, laughing as if this giant was the funniest thing in the world. It stared at her for a moment and charged, shoulder down. Allie stood her ground as he came and Sherry clenched her arms around Chris'. Inches from the Tyrant, Allie dodged to the side and struck him. More purple blood began streaming out his side and she laughed, licking the blade. Sherry could hear Jill walking in a trance back to Sherry and Chris and they stood there, watching Allie mince the Tyrant. Another three slices into his arm, one to the back of his head. Tears were streaming down Sherry's face now. Allie jumped onto the Tyrant, laughing like it were a game, stabbing and hacking away at his head. He flailed in vain. She kept her pace, thrusting the blade into a new part of him each time until he fell. Sliding off the fallen beast, she turned to face her friends. A demented smile and wild eyes could be seen through the dripping hair and she laughed hysterically. -
-She screamed at him in horror. He grabbed her, dragging her away. She kicked and screamed and Allie whispered to her, saying it was all right. She would be there soon. Leon just sat there, not knowing what he could do considering his state. He could only hear her being dragged away from them. She screamed and the door was slammed shut and he could hear the tumblers fall into place. "What just happened?" he whispered, stretching his hands out to find Allie. She padded away from the door and touched her finger tips with his. "Allie, why can't I see?"
"They don't let light come into this room. It hurts the children."
"The children? You mean the other two that were in here?"
"Yes. Valentine and Artemus."
"Are they..." Leon couldn't bring himself to say it. How terrible could they have been to her to do what he was thinking? To take her away from everything she ever loved, take away sun light and then make her-
"They don't have the same fathers. It's why Ammie doesn't speak and Valentine does," she whispered, lying beside him. "I guess there's the bright side of they aren't experimented on. I swore I'd kill them and myself if they ever touched my children that way. The only needles that go near them are to keep them fit."
"That wasn't what I was thinking... You probably know what I'm thinking don't you?" She sighed and put a hand on his arm. Carefully, he lay down in the darkness. "Allie who are the fathers?" A light arm went around his chest and he touched it. "And why are you always so cold?"
"Because I'm basically naked." Leon's head snapped to his right and she giggled. His fingers crept up her bare legs, running over the strip of cloth around her hips and up her rib cage. "Told you," she whispered. Leon turned to face her in the dark and continued the search. A string went around her just under her breasts and he ran his hand over them, going up the cloth behind her neck. She shuddered under his touch.
"It's been a long time," he whispered, bringing his hand back down to her chest. She moved closer and touched his forehead with hers. Leon reached out and kissed her. He didn't move at first. It had been six years since he kissed some one. She smiled against his lips and held him close. "You know you didn't answer my first question."
"I know." She took a shaky breath. "Ammie is our tyrant's son. He... he raped me... repeatedly to get him." There was a spark of light in the black as she hit the ground. Leon's eye brows shot up. "I know it's wrong but... I tried everything to get a miscarriage. I didn't want to birth a child so filled with evil and virus. I didn't want to let the bastard win but he did."
"And Valentine?" he whispered.
"She's a Kennedy," Allie breathed.
Leon's heart stopped. "She's a what?" Allie nodded against him. "But...how? When?"
"My guess would my first night out on the field when I came back to you. Probably from the shower." He smirked, remembering it. Allie nestled into him. "She's almost six you know. Born on Valentine's day. Congratulations it's a girl, I guess."
"God... I'm a father..." Allie nodded. "What's she like? What color are her eyes? Hair? Is she normal or is she like you? I'm a father...does she know this?" She shook her head. "Does she think Alexander is?" She shook her head again. "Oh good."
"She knows it's you. She just doesn't know you're you. She has big blue eyes and light brown hair. The only inhuman things about her are my pointed ears, sharp teeth, and she runs faster than anything." Leon let out a happy breath. "She's a good girl," she whispered. Her breathing had gotten shaky again and Leon held her tight. Six years and I never even knew. Never even suspected. "Leon?" He grunted. "How did you find me?"
"Ada." She flinched at the name. Leon couldn't understand why but let it slip. Nudging her with his nose a few times, he moved her head up and kissed her. She took another shaky breath and Leon moved his hands up to Allie's face. Stroking her cheek, he felt rough cloth. "What's this?" She opened her mouth but all that could be heard was the flicking on of lights. Leon blinked and saw them.
Oh no! Who is them! You don't know! I'm not telling! But I am leaving to go do other stuff...like...uh...stuff I guess. Well I'm out. Hope you guys liked the chapter, I knoe. It was a little gushy but my emotions have the better of me right now. My fiancee is home. . Ska chan.