Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 4: Infiltration of The White House, Pt.2

A/N: Wow…the last chapter must have REALLY sucked x.x. No matter, I just hope that this chapter makes up for it, and after this chapter, expect the chapters to be longer, and have a lot more action, zombies, creatures, and well…violence. Here's chapter 4, Infiltration of The White House, Pt.2.

No one had talked within the time space between Billy's explanations and when Claire came down the steps, handgun drawn, fearing the worst. Seeing that her friends were okay, she holstered the Beretta and walked over to the half circle of comrades. She looked at each of them with curious eyes, her attention was soon drawn from their thoughtful faces, too the dead monkey-creature that lay in a pool of red in the middle of the half-circle. "What happened?"

"We were attacked." Barry replied, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared down at the monkey, and cursed Umbrella silently in his mind.

Claire shifted uncomfortably. The sight of the dead animal gagged her. There was also a horrible smell lingering in the corridor now. The smell of rot…the smell of…

Stop it! Claire told herself as she coughed silently.

It was dreadfully dark, besides the few flashes of lightning that provided just enough light for her to tell by their faces that everyone was thinking hard. But about what? Her eyes moved back to the carcass of the creature, and out of pure curiosity she moved toward the creature, kneeling down near it, using the bit of light provided by lightning to examine it.

Leon stared hard at the floor, as if a marvelous portrait was painted upon it. He couldn't believe it. The President, Ashley's father, was working for Umbrella! She…she could be in collaboration with Umbrella too. Could they trust her? What if she was relaying information too Umbrella right now? What if she was a T-Virus creature? But if she was…wouldn't she have killed him back in Europe when she had the chance? It was Mr. Graham's intentions anyways…the whole reason he was sent

"…I…I'm really sorry." Ashley's voice was frightened, and distressing. "I didn't know-" Ashley stopped, getting choked up as streams flowed down her young features in tiny rivulets. "I didn't know my father was working for them, honestly." Ashley sniffed, and hung her head low. "You…you don't have to forgive me."

No one seemed to acknowledge the fact that the young girl was disheartened; no one even accepted that she might not have known about her father. About the secret labs, about her father being so heartless as too have his own daughter kidnapped by a bunch of crazed Umbrella experiments. No one accepted the fact that she was apologizing with everything she had, no one accepted the fact that her heart ached now, knowing her father doesn't love her, and now the whole group could very well turn on her at any second. Besides that, she had a hidden affection for someone who only hours ago said that she'd, 'only be in the way'.

She raised her head, just slightly, as a firm hand fell upon her shoulder. The hand was that of Leon Kennedy. She looked up at him, and he looked back down at her. "I don't know if I should believe you or not. But I find no reason not too." It seemed that the entire group had now turned their attention to Leon and Ashley. "You're just as caught up in this then any of us. Your part of the team. And we will not abandon a team member." He held a serious look on his face.

Ashley smiled just slightly, and Leon wiped the tears from her cheeks in two gentle strokes of his thumb. She was about to thank him when the door down the hallway burst open, and three figures raced into the corridor, one of them halted to close the door, even though there was no lock and no guarantee that it would stay shut, but joined the group again afterwards. The semi-circle of hero's that held their Berettas cut off their scurry and the trio halted, immediately one blurted out,

"Somethingwithalongtongueattackedusinthehotel!" The speaker drew a breath, and bent over, palms on his knees.

Lightning struck, revealing the identities of the trio. It was the teenagers, Xavier, Jeff, and Tara.

Chris placed a hand on the speaker's, Xavier's, shoulder. "Hey, hey, calm down. I didn't understand a thing you said."

Xavier swallowed a large amount of oxygen greedily and then spoke, "I said, something with a long tongue attacked us back there in the hotel. The thing must have had a tongue made outta' rubber."

Leon recoiled as Xavier spoke. Vivid memories of the Raccoon incident flowing into his mind…

Flash

Leon inched down the corridor, keeping close to the wall, handgun held low, finger on the trigger. His heart was racing, his head throbbing. It seemed like every corner of the Raccoon Police Department had been infected. Everywhere he turned there was another decaying police officer groping for him, wanting a nice big piece of his flesh.

Jesus, it's my first day as a cop, and I manage to get tangled up in this mess! Could it possibly be any worse?

Leon stopped at the corner of the hallway, careful to keep himself quiet as possible. His back was against the cold concrete walls, his head turned toward the corner, in his left hand he held his handgun, ready to blast whatever moved too pieces…hopefully…

The fluorescent lights hanging far above on the high ceiling flickered on and off, at times pitching the entire hall into complete darkness for a good five seconds at least. And even that small amount of time spent in the dark, in this place, knowing that death could be waiting for you around the next corner, seemed like a eternity.

Leon took a deep breath, checked the magazine in the handgun, for probably the tenth time, and brought it in front of himself. One…Two…Three! Leon spun around the corner, handgun stretched out in front of him. The only thing waiting for him was the dead body of a police officer, which lay dead in his own lake of blood. The death wound was no doubt, his missing head. Some unknown thing had plucked it right off, and left the body to decay.

Leon moved forward slowly, carefully watching the body as he crept past the corpse. Once he was past the body, the door only a few meters away, there came ragged breaths from what seemed to be the ceiling. Leon, his mind screaming for him to run out the door, spun around despite his minds pleas.

Still not understanding what he was hearing, the ragged breaths, and the tick of something hitting the ceiling, his gaze immediately went to the ceiling, and what he saw was nothing short of impossible. The creature clinging to the ceiling was humanoid, but there were no further resemblances present. The source of the ticking noise was the impossibly long, curved talons on the ends of lengthy, muscular appendages. The creature was skinless, as if all skin had been stripped down to its muscle, exposing inflamed flesh, and puffy white-gray tissue atop it's head…its brain. Scarred, and bloody, holes were present where eyes had once been…

What am I seeing?

The creature opened its jaws, as it's round head dropped back, a slimy rope of saliva poured out and splattered with a thick liquid sound on the floor below. It extended its tongue, eely and red, the rough surface of the object shimmered in the sputtering fluorescent lights, and then it screamed out again, the sound was horribly high-pitched, and with utmost agony and pain. Then in one quick movement, it dropped from the sealing, perforations left in the concrete where its talons had clung to the ceiling, and rotated so that it landed on all fours. It's muscular body tensed, and then it lunged forward…

Flash

Chris nodded his head at him, even though he had never actually seen a Licker before, he could imagine what sort of beast it was, and cringed as he thought of being trapped in a room with anything created by Umbrella without a weapon.

"Did anyone get hurt?" Rebecca asked, stepping forward as everyone holstered his or her handguns.

Everyone shook his or her heads, except for Jeff who was rubbing his back painfully. "I think it got me."

Rebecca nodded. "I need to check the severity of the wound, if we can find a room safe enough…"

"There's a medical room upstairs. We should take him there." Claire suggested.

Rebecca nodded once again. "Alright, lets go."

Standing just down the hall, shrouded in shadows, was a man, attire consisting of a black hooded trench coat. He stood with his hands in his pockets as he watched the group move away from the dead primate, and head upstairs.

They may find it after all…But once they get down into the labs… The man began laughing silently to himself as the last of the group disappeared up the stairs, totally unaware that they were being carefully monitored. The man brought a radio out of the inside of his trench and spoke into it, "They may reach the labs sooner then expected. I may be able to delay them only a little while longer."

A static voice replied through the radio. "Affirmative, do as you wish, Kainite, even if they do get into the labs, I assure you that they will make it no further then B2."

Once again the man wearing a coat laughed. "Roger." 'Kainite' began walking in measured steps toward the Oval Office; all that was on his mind was the task before him. He had one reason for being alive. He had only one explanation for walking down this very hallway. He had only one reason n for being in this very building. He had only one mission. That mission was to make sure that his 'Father's' plans were carried out. He had to make sure that every single town, city, was infected. This was his fathers' revenge on the world. This was his father's dream; a world of chaos, a world of destruction, a world in which only the strong survive, and the weak fall to the mercy of blood-thirsty creatures. But…there was one problem, and these problems had names, Ashley, Barry, Billy, Chris, Claire, Jill, Leon, and Rebecca…

"Hold still…the wounds are really bad." Rebecca whispered in a concerned voice. She was sitting behind Jeff, stitching up his wounds with what little thread that could be found in the room. There were three diagonal gashes embedded into his back. Each one was dried, thankfully, but his shirt was shredded and bloodstained. There was a large purple and blue mark forming around the cuts, and every time she slipped the needle through his skin, without the proper medicines to numb the pain, made him moan in pain, and occasionally he would blurt out a random swear word.

Xavier was also hurt, finding that when the Licker's tongue had hit his chest, it left a wide bruise upon his chest. Though his injuries were not nearly as bad as Jeff's, Chris had checked him out quickly. Afterwards he took a seat behind a desk, where he sat now, and going through the desk curiously. Tara sat at the opposite end of the room from Xavier, near a medicine cabinet. Barry stood near her, along with Claire, and Jill. Billy was sitting on the edge of the single desk in the room, and Leon stood guard, along with Chris, by the door with his arm around Ashley's shoulders.

Jeff had clenched his teeth together so many times, that they threatened to break, and his jaw hurt with massive pain. As if that wasn't enough, he had an enormous migraine starting, and of course, there was his three wounds on his back that weren't helping any. As the thread slipped through his skin again, he groaned, and waited for the pain to pass.

"Done." Rebecca announced. She heard Jeff sigh in relief. "It may take a while to heal, but you'll be okay. Just try not to move around too much." Rebecca then proceeded to wrapping medical bandages around his torso. She then stood up, and Jeff took a seat on the chair she had been sitting upon, careful not to rest his back against the leather-padded chair.

"We can't sit around long." Barry announced from the far side of the room. "Did anybody find anything?" He queried.

"Oh." Chris said simply, and dug into the pocket of his pants, revealing a few folded pieces of paper. "I found some floor plans. I have the first floor, second floor, and basement floor, of the West Wing right here. These could be useful in getting around."

Rebecca then decided to speak, clearing her throat; she opened the journal she had been holding the entire time. "This journal isn't much. But I found out the password and username to access the computers."

Billy smirked. "These files," Billy opened the brown folder, "may be of some sort of importance." He flipped through the papers, until he came upon a few pages worth of floor plans. "I think Chris' floor plans are inaccurate. You see, printed on top of each page is the word 'Revised'. Chris, hand me your plans." Chris complied, and handed his papers over to Billy who compared them. "The only difference of the plans is that the basement level layouts are completely different." Billy laid all but two of the papers onto the desk. One was his floor plan for the first floor of the West Wing, and the other was Chris' version. He held them side-by-side, and compared them. "The Oval Office is marked with the word 'Entrance' on mine." Billy handed Chris' papers back to him.

"We checked the Oval Office." Leon announced. "The entrance is inaccessible. We must find a small object, that fits into place on the Presidential Seal, that is the key to accessing the secret passages."

"Why isn't it there?" Claire queried.

"Someone removed a piece. I think someone was here before us, and is making this out of a game." Leon shrugged. "It sounds just like Umbrella if you ask me." He received nods from everyone, besides Tara, Jeff, and Xavier, who had all been involved with Umbrella's crazy puzzles and schemes.

"Hey, I found something." Xavier stated. Everyone turned to the teen, he was holding up a small brown box in one hand fitted with a simple lock, and gathered around the desk he was seated at. "It won't open though." Xavier frowned as he examined the box.

Billy grimaced, and looked around. "Anyone here a lock picker?"

To his surprise, Jill answered. "I am. Give me the box." Xavier handed her the box, and she dug into the pocket of her pants where she brought out a set of tools for picking locks. She went right to work, and everyone watched intensely as she inserted two small metal objects into the lock.

Jeff was the last to gather around and watch; as he got up he put on his old shirt, and joined the group. Within about a minute, there was a revitalizing click and she opened the box, pulling out a squared object.

"Bingo." Leon said, stepping closer to see the object held within her gloved hand. The coincidental find seemed a bit too…unnatural. But then again, wasn't everything else in this place unnatural? "That's what we are looking for."

Jill grinned in delight. "Alright, then what are we standing around for? Let's get going."

"Outside…not safe, stay in…lock your…arm…with weapons…" All over the East Coast of the United States, the same static-filled broadcast repeated itself through the televisions, and through radios Coast-Wide. Emergency sirens blared loud in every city, or town. Nightmarish creatures were overrunning even the largest cities, like New York City. Soon, very soon, the entire East Coast will be one large blood bath, and then the virus would spread further into the western states, and then, eventually, worldwide.

Tired of hearing the broadcast, the woman turned off the radio, leaving only the bustle of the helicopter blades to fill her ears. Her gaze fell upon the city they were flying above, NYC, and even from where she was she could see the chaos caused by creatures not of this world. For a moment, she felt remorse for all the poor souls that were being massacred…but orders from Albert Wesker are to be taken seriously…unless of course you planned to die soon.

"Ada," Her Co-Pilot spoke, breaking her train of thought. "We have orders from base to fly back to HQ." The Co-Pilot, a Hispanic male, turned to her. For a moment he marveled at her stunning features flooded by green light given from the control panel. Quickly she turned toward him, narrow brown eyes glaring at him. The Hispanic man cleared his throat quickly and turned away.

She only nodded, and brushed her her from her eyes.

Leon led the group down the dark hallways; the metal doors that reflected the flash of lightning were visible, straight ahead, not a few yards away. Ashley walked close to him; behind them they followed in clustered group, Billy and Barry straying a few feet behind to make sure nothing happened at the end of the group. Leon had warned them that finding the missing piece of the seal was far too easy and could be a set up, they all agreed, and were walking with their handguns drawn.

The metallic doors were still open as the group walked through into the breezy, moist, room. They didn't explore the area, and moved directly to the desk, where Leon bent down and examined the pieces of the Presidential Seal. The pieces were re-arranged, and he immediately started sliding them about, seeing where the missing piece would fit.

Ashley squatted down next to him, resting her behind on the heel of her boots, arms crossed over her knees. She watched curiously as Leon struggled to find the right combination for the pieces. Does he know I like him? I feel like he's the only person I can depend on…he has been the only person I could depend on for the past few weeks. Does everyone else trust me? If they abandoned me, whom would I run to for help? Leon…please, don't abandon me… She looked up at the curious faces as they watched Leon shift the blocks about.

Xavier glanced over too Jeff as he moved too the long table and sat down. Xavier walked over toward Jeff and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, man, you alright?"

Jeff frowned. "I'm alright. I just feel a bit messed up, y'know, my back and all, and if that isn't bad enough, I got a migraine coming…" Jeff sighed and shook his head.

"Yeah, I gotcha. The thing had some major claws on it." Xavier sat down on the edge of the table, crossed his arms over his chest and continued to observe the so-called 'Special Agent' fiddle with the Presidential Seal.

"Got it." Leon announced, and everyone gathered close to watch as Leon placed the missing piece into the crest, and there was a click, followed by a few mechanical noises. Leon felt along the underside of the desk, until he felt a small cylindrical object, and he pushed down on it. A split second afterwards, there was a screeching of metal, and the entire floor under the desk rose a few inches from the ground, and slid backwards, revealing a narrow staircase.

Leon rose to his feet and grinned; looking at Ashley he held his hand out toward the stairs. "Ladies first."

Ashley grinned, and proceeded to walk down the stairs, but a deep, chilling laugh halted her. As she turned around, the laugh faded into a low snicker, and the laugher sighed. What everyone turned to look at was a man, appearing to be clothed in all black, maybe some sort of trench coat over a shirt and pants, and had shoulder-length gray-white hair, but the lack of light declined any further detail on the mans appearance.

"I envy you all…for getting thus far." The man took a single step forward, and everyone tensed, another and they drew their weapons, and he stopped, crossing his arms over his chest. "Of course…if you had arrived a few hours later then you had…you would have had one hell of a time!" He sighed once more and let his arms fall to his side. "You see Father has given birth to a scheme. And his plan is, even as we talk, at work. Right now, the entire East Coast of the United States is under attack. The assailant," He laughed quietly. "Is called the T-Virus."

"How?" Chris asked simply. "How could someone manage to infect that wide of an area?"

The man shrugged. "Simple. Contaminate the food, the water, everything that's capable of being infected. You see, with Miss Graham's father being the President, and an Umbrella scientist I might add, we can do anything! We've been preparing this attack for the longest time…and now, it will be launched in a full-scale attack on the world. You see this is my father's plan, to create a world in which only the strong survive, if of course you are unlucky enough not to be infected with the Virus. Oh it will be delightful!"

"You're a sick bastard! Just like everyone else working for Umbrella!" Barry yelled out in anger, and his finger played along the trigger of the Colt, visions of his dead wife flashing through his mind.

"Call me what you wish, old man. Or should I say Barry?" The mysterious man took a step forward.

"How do you know my name?" Barry demanded, half surprised.

The man shrugged. "We've been watching you all." He took a few more steps further, gliding his fingers across the smooth table as he walked at a leisurely pace.

"Who is your father?" Claire asked as the man continued walking.

"I cannot tell you such a thing my dear." The man halted. "Oh, how rude of me, I have not properly introduced myself. My name is Kainite." The strange man bowed slightly.

Kainite…it's a high source of magnesium and potassium… Rebecca thought as the man spoke. Being an all around smart person, and knowing her elements, and their sources so well, she knew these sorts of things like a car-fanatic knows his or hers favorite car.

"Oh yes…" The man began. "Do you plan to go down there? Because…I cannot let you, and I will be forced to eliminate-" The man stopped, mid sentence, as a red beam of light appeared on his chest. "…I see you are ready to fight…" The man smirked as lightning flashed.

Leon aimed the beam of light carefully, finger on the trigger. He's a threat…why aren't we shooting? I should shoot. Right now…Die! Leon started to squeeze the trigger but stopped short as another handgun blast echoed throughout the room. The bullet entered the man's chest, above his right collarbone, and immediately a hole appeared where the bullet entered, and given the light provided by a flash of lightning, one could clearly see the wall behind the man through the hole. Another shot rang, and created a second hole in the mans abdomen, and this time he raised his arm, and there was a liquid noise, and then a scraping of metal, and in that instant, Claire fell to the ground. All of this happened within only a few short seconds.

The others started firing their handguns, creating more holes in the man's body. Chris didn't bother firing, but as the others blasted Kainite, went to his sister's aid.

"Hide, now!" Leon yelled, his voice barely audible over the blast of nine-millimeter handguns. He said no particular names, but Jeff, Xavier, Tara, and Ashley knew he was talking to them. The four hurried into the hidden passage as the rest of the group, save Claire and Chris, unloaded their handguns into Kainite.

It's not working! Billy thought as he ejected the empty magazine, and smacked another into the Beretta. Their efforts seemed insignificant; Kainite was clearly unaffected by the hail of bullets that slammed into his body, but continued his approach to the group, only about ten meters between them.

They were clearly wasting ammo on him, all of them had used at least one clip, and Barry used seven bullets for the Colt, in their efforts to stop him. It was a waste of time, ammo-

"Fall back!" Billy commanded as he turned and ran down into the secret passage. Everyone complied, and scurried into the passage, Barry stopping to help Chris bring Claire down into the passageway. As the group ran down the dimly lit concrete passage, Leon had smacked a button on the wall and mechanical noises were heard as the entryway closed itself.

A set of double doors were at the end of the tunnel, and Barry, leading the pack, sighed inwardly in relief as the doors came into view. As he grabbed the lever on one of the doors, he pushed his weight against the door and it flew open, the group quickly poured into the room.

Leon, last into the room, slammed the door shut, and pressed a switch that locked both doors, and used them to support his weight as he caught his breath. What the hell was…he?

Barry and Chris laid Claire down in the middle of the room, and Rebecca went straight to the young red head whom was barely breathing, a distant gaze was set in her glassy eyes, and blood dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. Chris held Claire's hand tight, and could feel his mouth suddenly go dry.

Rebecca placed the back of her palm on Claire's head, and felt that she was fairly cool. "Claire, are you okay?"

Claire's only response was a raspy cough.

"Can you breathe okay?" Rebecca felt for a pulse, and wasn't surprised to see that it was fairly slow…she was dieing.

Claire shook her head, just the slightest bit, and once again she coughed.

The wound… Rebecca told herself as she looked at the dark red stain on the redhead's shirt. Without a second thought, she lifted the sleeveless shirt up to Claire's collarbones, gagging at what she saw. Something was lodged in Claire's chest, directly between her breasts and the wound was bleeding severely. Whatever was stuck in her chest was sharp indeed, it was lodged deep, and her bra had been split into two. Whatever Kainite had shot at her had hit in a critical spot. What puzzled her was the expertise of what he had done. He didn't aim; he only lifted his arm and shot something out. It could have been coincidence that the object hit directly in the middle of her chest…but…

Barry felt his face flush and he turned his head as Rebecca examined Claire. Then Claire's low, raspy breathing halted, and Chris mumbled something…Claire Redfield was dead.

Kainite smirked as the desk slid back into place, the emblem slid back into the desk, and disappeared behind a wooden door, and then reappeared again, rearranged. The bullet wounds he received were gone, the last wound, on his right cheek was bubbling, a silvery liquid covering the wound, and then his flesh returned to normal.

Kainite turned away from the desk, and walked too the broken window, gazing outside as rain and wind blew in at him. His metallic hair blew steadily as he stood there, trench coat flapping behind him wildly. There was a high-pitched electronic noise, his radio beeping, and he retrieved the small object from inside his coat.

"Kainite, did you kill any of them?" Asked a static voice on the other end of the radio.

"Claire Redfield has been eradicated." Kainite replied, in a flat, low voice.

"Good job, Kainite. You do not have to further your stay, you may return to HQ if you wish to do so."

Kainite laughed. "I think I'll stay here awhile longer…I'm curious to see how they perform…"

"Very well, Kainite."

Kainite switched the radio off and pocketed it. "Father, your vision has become reality." He mumbled as he looked out at the quiet city, slowly being overrun by Umbrella's most powerful creations.

After Chris mourned over his sister's death, they covered her body with a black plastic-material tarp, and moved down a ladder, through a small room, and into a brightly lit T-Shaped corridor. As the group approached the end of the corridor, it split into two paths, each led to a single door, and thankfully Billy had a map that told them that each approach would lead to a room labeled Marina. There was one problem, everyone was on his or her last clip for their handguns, a shortage of ammo was a big concern for them all. But nevertheless, the group decided to split up into two groups. One group consisted of Leon, Ashley, Xavier, Jeff, Tara, and Chris, while the other consisted of Rebecca, Billy, Barry, and Jill.

The groups went their separate ways, and they began their journey further into the hidden laboratories of the White House.

A/N: All right, there's another chapter. I really hope everyone enjoys this one a lot more then the last I'm working on the next chapter currently, and trust me, it's a lot more exhilarating then any of the ones from before. Review!

Peace!