Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 9: Calm Before The Storm

A/N: -evil laugh- Faithful reviewers have returned! Bwahahaha! Erm…Yeah…Thank all ye faithful d00ds –shifty eyes-

Before I go on, I want to address what my reviewer, Mike, said about this story. Well it wasn't criticism, and I was glad he said what he did. Mike told me to speed up the updating process. Hey man, I try to get these chapters done as fast as I can, but you see I share a computer with my mom, I don't have my own computer. So I only get time to type up my stories late at night, in the mornings, and sometimes in the evening. But thing is, I have an hour or two-hour time limit, making it hard as hell to update. I'm really sorry about this, guys, but it's the best I can do. I hope you all keep reading.

In this chapter, I'm going to attempt to tie up some loose ends. Because actually, when I first started this fiction, I really couldn't remember much from some of the first Resident Video games. Which was one of the reasons I never had much interaction between Claire and Leon, I never really thought much about that. Plus a few more things that are finally recognized.

Umm…also, the very first part of this chapter will be mostly thoughts of each character, and some interaction between them.

Second part...(one hell of alot short by the way) consists of a little thing that may make some happy, and a short gunfight between Chris, Barry, and some Los Illuminados. Enjoy.

Ada Wong…a women he felt that he could very well start a relationship with. That was, if she wouldn't always disappear…and if she wasn't so damned secretive. Seven years ago, Raccoon City, that was when he first met her. She helped him a bit in his trek through the hell that was Raccoon City when he was trapped in the RPD station. Then he thought she was dead. He thought very well that the Tyrant-like creature that had stalked him throughout the RPD that frightful night had killed her.

But alas seven years later only about a month ago, that insanely good looking Asian woman appeared again to confuse the hell out of him further. She aided him numerous times as he tried to keep Ashley Graham safe, tried to get her back to American soil. But then Ada stole the Plaga Sample, and because of it, this Wesker guy was creating who knows what! Was Ada on their side? Or on the side of whoever paid her the most money?

The second choice sounds pretty accurate…

"Leon…?" The familiar voice of a girl he'd spent hell with for a month straight broke into his thoughts, and he turned to look at the youthful blonde-haired girl. She had a look of concern on her face, a slight frown plastered on her delicate features.

"Hmm?" Was his answer, he was looking at her, into her eyes it seemed…but his mind was set elsewhere. His brain was working on whether or not they could truly trust Miss Wong…

"Are you okay?" Ashley asked. She was sitting on the floor next to him, both of them leaning against one of the walls of the room. Leon was holding the Remington Shotgun in his hands on his lap; Ada had managed to get one of them for him. He enjoyed shotguns for some reason.

Leon only nodded an answer. Somehow he actually heard her question. It had broken through his other thoughts, miraculously as he sat with his eyes trained on Ada Wong whom was sitting near the door. She had ordered Chris and Barry to stand guard by the door less doorway. She had said that someone might come running to check out what had happened very soon. But she reassured them that the walls of the building were thick, and that the dungeon area was very far away from any labs, so the possibility of someone hearing the rattle of her machine gun were low. But surely someone would be coming to look for Kainite, and when and if they did, they had to be ready.

"You love her don't you?" Ashley asked, keeping the worry from her voice. Once again her fairly high voice derailed his train of thought. She had one hell of a knack for doing that. But he hadn't heard the question clearly.

"Huh?" Leon asked absent mindedly, his eyes still fixed on Ada, as she stood near Chris and Barry with her machine gun ready to blow anything to pieces. Chris and Barry were crouched down in the doorway, exchanging conversation but still keeping their eyes fixed ahead of them.

Ashley laughed inwardly. She knew the answer to her question, why was she even asking? "You love Ada don't you?" She repeated, but this time she didn't bother to hide the worry and the slight sadness in her voice. This caught Leon's attention, and he turned to look at her for once.

He was quiet for a long time, and he studied the side of her face, she wasn't looking toward him. Her legs were pulled up close to her, her head low, her arms wrapped around her legs securely. He felt a surge of pain, not physically, but emotionally. Just at the sight of her, she seemed fairly…upset. Her silky blonde hair was hiding her face from him, what face was she wearing? Was she truly sad? "Is that what you would call it?"

No answer. The way she stared at the crinkled material that fell loosely around her thighs made it seem that she was studying the denim-like material that made up the mini-skirt that she wore.

"No…not really." Leon said, sighing slightly. Leon set the Remington down on the other side of him not occupied by Ashley. Leon looked over at her, and saw that she was watching him with intense hazel eyes. He felt attracted to so many people over the course of just a few years. The very first was Ada Wong. The second was Claire Redfield, he developed feelings shortly after the Raccoon Incident, but they quickly diminished and the two became best of friends. Then he sort of forgot about her and moved on. Of course, he still saw her as a good friend, and why he hadn't shown much feeling when she died, he didn't know. Leon grinned slightly. "I more or less have a great deal of respect for her…She's to mysterious to love, let alone like."

Ashley just nodded absently and scooted closer to Leon. She curled her legs up underneath her and used his shoulder to support her head. "I need sleep."

Don't we all…?

Leon thought to himself as the girl rested her head on his shoulder. His arm was lost somewhere between the two of their bodies. The ex-RPD Police Officer squirmed his arm out and then wrapped it around her securely, a movement that made her mumble something in her sleep.

The showering room was pretty big; at least twelve feet in length and twelve feet in width. So therefore, everyone had his or her own little space. Jill Valentine's was against the far wall, directly across from the doorway. Lying only a foot or so away was the infected Jeff. Sitting at his feet was his more-then-a-friend friend, Tara. Jill could tell she was worried, by her facial expressions and the look of worry in her emerald eyes.

He had recovered considerably since Ada had injected him about ten minutes ago with what she called the Anti-Virus. She said that it was possible that he would be okay, but it wasn't a sure thing. While his veins had shrunken back to normal size, they were literally looking as if they were about to pop before, his complexion was still pale, and he seemed pretty hot. He was probably running a fever no doubt, a few notches above one hundred she guessed by the way that beads of sweat were forming all across his body.

Rebecca had checked his nasty wounds that the licker had provided him with earlier in their journey, and the swelling and bruising of the cuts had lowered. But it was still prone to infection, something she would need to help him with if possible. Luckily, Rebecca being that medical genius that she was, she had a small first-aid kit strapped around her waist like a fanny pack. She had picked it up back in the first aid room in the White House.

So happy we're outta' there…but what could be waiting for us here?

No one would have ever guessed that the Government would be behind such a scheme, but it was no lie. Just as Wesker had explained, the Government was Umbrella.

Wesker… She thought bitterly, grimacing at just the thought of the too-cool-for-his-glasses bastard. He betrayed us, and tried to kill Claire and Chris. Just for the sake of Umbrella, for their twisted experiments that he fell in love with…That son of a bitch will pay for his sins…It's his fault that Claire is now dead…It's his fault that any of us are here…and I'd be damned if soon it wouldn't be his fault that Armageddon came early.

Forcing herself to push the spiteful thoughts away, she re-directed her thinking to their current situation. The Asian woman, Ada, had told them that they'd leave as soon as Jeff woke up, whether he was well or not they had to move she had said. Currently, it seemed that Jeff wouldn't come around for another half hour or so…

Just take all the time you need…everyone needs the rest.

The brown-haired woman's eyes fell upon the figure of Leon and Ashley, both were asleep. Whether or not Leon was sleeping as well as the President's daughter, she wasn't sure and assumed he was just nodding in and out of sleep. She watched the blonde-haired girl, a small grin forming on her face. She felt sorry for the girl, such a sweet and innocent girl, sucked into all of this chaos by her own father.

It just goes to show how sadistic Umbrella is…They'd do anything, anything, if it meant it would help their experiments.

Jill's attention changed again this time onto the forms of Barry and Chris, her two best friends. She'd been through hell with them, and she wouldn't know what to do if one of them were gone. She loved them both; they'd stuck through thick and thin together for almost ten years straight, even before the Spencer Estate. Before Umbrella fucked up everyone's lives, they were all close friends. They'd entered S.T.A.R.S. together, they'd been fired from S.T.A.R.S. together, and they ran away from Umbrella together.

Until Umbrella was closed for good…everything went back to normal, everything was fine. We lived our daily lives, I talked to Chris every other day, talked to Barry on a daily basis…and then this happened.

As she thought about all that had happened in the name of Umbrella Incorporated, suddenly a friends face came into her mind. His name was Carlos, Carlos Oliveira. He had went through the ordeal with the mutant freak Nemesis she had seen only hours earlier today. He and her had escaped Raccoon together, only mere minutes before it was blown to shit by a nuclear missile. She, Carlos, Barry, and Chris were all on the run after that…and then when they thought they could settle down, thought that the Umbrella goons had given up on killing them…

They broke into our motel room. Carlos was still sleeping; he was tired from the night before. Myself, Barry and Chris went out to grab some food…when we came back, Carlos had been killed by Umbrella. We narrowly escaped death ourselves…

Jill frowned and looked back at Jeff. He was sleeping still; she hadn't expected much of a change. The ex-S.T.A.R.S. sighed and rested her head against the wall…sleeping sounded like a winner…

He wasn't used to holding this type of gun, it was somewhat different then what he was used to. Especially since this one didn't have a cylinder. That was a plus though, he did admit. It was a hell of a lot faster to eject a clip and slam a new one in, as opposed to filling the cylinder by hand. The weight of the gun was similar though, it was a Desert Eagle .50AE Magnum. Pretty damn powerful, considering what everyone else held. There were H&K VP70 handguns among the firearms, along with a 12-Guage Remington Shotgun and the Magnum. Not to mention a shit-load of clips. Everyone had at least 3 clips for their H&K handguns, Leon was provided with 10 shells, and Barry had ended up with two clips for the Magnum. They had decided that Barry should have the Magnum since his Colt Python had been 'confiscated'. Leon…well he just had a fetish for Shotguns.

Barry could see a small shaft of light in the corridor; it was coming through the small window in the cell Chris had been in.

The sun must be rising, must be daylight outside.

Barry scanned the shadow-filled corridor and frowned.

Sure as hell don't look like it in here…

He was squatting there with the Magnum in hand, staring blankly at the door at the other end of the long hallway, for what seemed an eternity. It had been silent, the entire group. Besides a few muffled sentences spoken between a few of them, no one had talked much. Chris…well, Chris seemed to have hollowed out ever since they had woken up. The grief…no doubt, the grief was eating him alive. Barry knew…Barry knew all too well the feeling of losing someone close to you.

I killed my own wife…

Even though that wasn't actually correct, she hadn't been Mrs. Burton when he shot her, there was still some form of guilt deep within him. But now wasn't the time, thinking like that wouldn't allow him to think clearly. He had to stay focused on the task presented before him.

"That boy…the one wearing the black choker…" Chris mumbled, still staring blankly into the hallway, VP70 handgun gripped tightly.

Barry looked at Chris with curious eyes, and started to think of all of the different 'Minions' that Wesker had trailing around behind him.

Oh, the brown-haired kid.

"Yeah, what about him?" Barry asked, turning to look back down the long, poorly lit corridor.

Chris sighed. "He should be dead." Barry cocked an eyebrow, turning back to the emotionless face of Chris Redfield. "He was caught in a explosion back at the Antarctica Base that I told you guys about earlier. Steve was his name; Steve and Claire had bonded during the incident, while they were trying to escape. I guess surviving nightmares like these together was quite the bonding experience. But anyways, Steve had been captured, and then turned into a monster. But as events unfolded he ended up dieing, in her arms, and then the place blew up…Steve should be dead."

Barry frowned. "People coming back from the dead has become a common thing as of late…" Barry could tell that his attempt of joking didn't much help Chris, but could see a small smile forming on his face.

Billy's arm was wrapped around the much smaller form of Rebecca. She was sleeping, and all he could keep asking was why wasn't he sleeping? The warmth of her body against his was soothing, but it was a leisure that would be short-lived. In these sorts of situations, there was never a lot of time to relax…at least; there wasn't any for him seven years ago. And if his instincts were correct, and if he knew secret Umbrella-creature-filled labs well, a large mammoth-of-a-monster should be bursting through the wall any minute, along with large painfully sharp claws for the monsters enjoyment.

Except that didn't happen. Thankfully, everything was seemingly calm, quiet. He wasn't used to that, he was used to hearing the blood-curdling cries of some dreadful monster waiting for them to happen upon it so that it could eat them. He was used to having nine-millimeter handguns blasting in his ears as everyone blew some mysterious super-creature to tiny bits. But everything was quiet; everyone was relaxed, taking a well-deserved rest.

"The calm before the storm…" Rebecca whispered as she scooted closer to Billy, nestling her head into his muscular chest. It was strange, how they had stumbled into each other again, under the same circumstances as last time. Even stranger, was the coincidence that she had said what he was thinking.

Except this time, I'm not on death row.


Billy ruffled her hair playfully and grinned. "Yeah…"

And if that's the truth, I have a feeling that this is going to be the storm of the century…

"He's awake!" Ada turned her head to the right to look at the gleeful, shouting, teenaged girl. Somehow, at the sight of that joyful smile, Ada felt that she had done something right for once. She had made someone…happy.

Ada walked over to join everyone else who had crowded around Jeff, save Chris and Barry who still tended to their 'duty'.

His head buzzed, the clatter of machine-gun fire still vivid in his mind, rattling his ears. Everything was coming too him in a dizzying spiral. His mind kept feeding him information that he couldn't possibly decipher. That strange hunger had diminished, and the pain he felt throughout his body had disappeared equally as fast. But everything was still a blur too him, the events that had unfolded before his eyes were lost to an over-heated, over-worked brain. It came back to him in bits and pieces-

-And then his eyes opened. Opened back up to the world, and suddenly his mind was clear, all thoughts and all worries gone, gone as fast as they had come.

"He's awake!"

…I'm alive…? Everything isn't loud anymore…am I normal again?


And then the faces of many were hovering over him; Tara, Billy, Rebecca, Jill, Leon, everyone.

The young, but overly smart young girl, Rebecca squatted down next to him and retrieved a tongue-suppressor from her medical kit that hung on her waist. "Open your mouth Jeff." She said as she poked the wooden stick closer to his mouth. He did so, revealing that his teeth had taken back their original shape. She then started to move the stick back and forth, side-to-side in front of his face. "Follow the stick." He did. Rebecca got back to her feet and grinned happily. "Jeff is back to normal."

With that said, Tara leapt onto him, and hugged him close to her, tears of joy flowing down her face. Jeff returned the embrace, happy to be back to normal. Happy to have her.

"Jeff," She started, pushing herself off of him and looking into his dark green eyes. "I-

-BAM! BAM! BAM!

"We've got company!" Barry yelled over the blast of Chris' nine-millimeter handgun.

A cold wind blew down on her body. But the chilly wind was rejected by a tarp that covered her; it was her makeshift blanket. For a while she had been like this, resting. She needed the rest, just too bad she didn't have a pillow that would help a lot. But for now she just used what she had, and that was a sturdy building, and a tarp.

Sleep is the cousin of death…

She thought, as she lay there under the tarp, half asleep, and surely, in these circumstances, death wasn't far away. So she sat up, pulled the tarp from over her head and looked around. The concrete room she lay in wasn't all that big, and was fairly dark, with only a flickering bulb to provide her light. And she was alone.

Footsteps…

Her eyes darted around the room, only a large metal door was between her and the outside world.

Closer…

Then the door opened, slowly, but surely. The low hiss of hidden hydraulics filled the small room as the two doors slid open into their slots in the walls. A dark figure stepped into the room, covered in shadow, and the light bulb flickered off. She backed away, hoping she was getting far from the unseen figure. Her heart pumped as fear coursed throughout her body.

The bulb flickered again, this time providing light for about a second. Long enough so that she could see shoulder-length ivory-hair and gray eyes looking down at her. A man dressed in a heavy black trench coat, a foreign object hanging out of the sleeve of his coat, the metal shining in the light.

-And then she sat up quickly, taking a quick, deep, raspy breath as she did so. Red bangs fell over her gray eyes, her ponytail was loose, and her memory came back to her in a quick flash of information. When all of the memories had finished flashing before her, she only recognized one face, one voice, and one name.

The girls hand shot up to her chest, up to her bloodstained sleeve-less shirt under a red denim jacket with a blonde-haired spear-wielding woman emblazoned on the back- and she felt something sharp under the shirt. Something that protruded a few inches from between her breasts-

-Kainite!

She slid her jacket off hurriedly-

-Not happening!

Then she pulled her shirt off over her head-

-Nothings wrong! I'm fine! Nothing happened!

And she saw a bloodstained metal object lodged in her chest. Dried blood was around the wound, but strangely enough it didn't hurt at all…She knew what she had to do, although it'd be painful, she had to. The redheaded girl grabbed the spearhead-shaped object and took a deep breath. She stared down at the object in the middle of her chest, and wondered why she wasn't dead. Another deep breath, and she gripped it tighter, knowing that a lot of pain would ensure…and before she pulled it started to slide out on its own. In shock, all she could do was slowly take her hands away and stare as the object was literally sliding out of her body, as if her body was pushing it out.

The object clanged to the concrete floor between her legs. Then just as quickly as it had fallen out, the two-inch long, two-centimeter wide wound began to close. First, strings of skin started to stretch over the hole from left-to-right, and then slowly it smoothed out as if the wound was never there.

What just happened?

She asked herself as she stood up slowly, placing her hand where the wound had been. It was perfectly smooth, equivalent to the rest of her body.

A miracle? More then a miracle if you ask me…

The redhead bent down and retrieved her sleeveless black shirt and slipped it on, following her red denim-jacket. Claire Redfield was alive…

It was amazing how fast he had emptied an entire clip, it seemed that one second he was firing, the next he was reloading. There were numerous cracks in the far wall where the endless stream of automatic-rifle bullets had hammered into the concrete, breaking it up into mere pieces of dust.

Another stream of bullets had just stopped, and Chris was spinning away from the wall and into the doorway, just in time to hit the leg of one of the assailants. The zombie-like creature fell to one knee, the other rendered useless. But the creature was relentless and it continued to fire while on one knee. Chris pulled himself from the doorway as more bullets smacked into the far wall and chipped the concrete doorframe.

Like before, the hailstorm of lead ended, and Chris spun around and fired-

Bam! TATATAT!

And Chris fell backwards and rolled out of the way of a string of bullets as the zombie-creature squeezed the remaining rounds from the assault rifle it wielded, even while a bullet was lodged in its forehead. It was like a chain reaction, as soon as Chris fired, it had done the same, and as the nine-millimeter round tore through skin, and ripped past bone and into it's brain, it continued to fire mindlessly until the rifle clicked dry, seconds later the creature collapsed face first as blood oozed out of its forehead.

Chris held onto his shoulder as he lay there, blood oozing from the wound-

-Hurts like hell.

Rebecca rushed to his side and immediately removed his jacket and got to work. Leon took his place, pumping the shotgun he crouched down in Chris spot and waited until the right time to fire. He had a feeling that this was only a portion of what was going to come.

A/N: I love ending with cliffhangers lol. I had to bring Claire back…so I hope you Claire fans out there are crying in joy. But what will become of out little read-headed beauty? Will Chris be okay? Will Wesker ever get a new pair of glasses or a new haircut? Will Billy get his other arm tattooed also? Will Barry ever shave all of those gray hairs on his face? Will Brad Vickers ever watch a horror movie without the lights, his stuffed animals and/or his mother? All of these questions and more answered in the next chapter! (Bah! You wish! Maybe the first two but that's about it…)

Also, I have been planning possibly another RE fic, this one will be based on Jill, Carlos, Chris, Barry, Brad, Claire, Leon, Billy, and Rebecca. Basically, it chronicles their journeys to get away from the clutch of Umbrllea whom is chasing them, desperate to eliminate them before any more information is leaked. I may also add a few bits of the group braking into Umbrella labs, and I may add a few more renegade S.T.A.R.S. into the action. But first I want to know what you guys think, if you think this could be a potentially good story, then tell me, if not, well...tell me anyways!

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