Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 14: The End?

A/N: Hoo-hah! …Yeah…Not much action in this one, I think everyone deserves a rest, don't you? Sorry for the late update again, geez…I'm trying guys! Please keep reading and reviewing! You guys are the fuel for my fire! Thank you for all your support, and understanding thus far!

The door lead straight into the cockpit, her mind racing, and already she couldn't hardly register what she was seeing, what she was hearing.

Nemesis is hot on our trail, Redfield's sister is back from the dead, Wesker escaped, the facility blew up, Gargoyle chased us-and now what's this?

Someone was sitting in the pilot seat, the last thing she thought she'd see, she couldn't see the persons face, but heard the clicking of switches and buttons. Ada motioned for everyone to stay quiet and stay back. She pulled her sub-machine gun from her thigh holster, taking a few silent steps forward at the same time. She nearly fired the gun as something exploded outside, something that sounded like a concrete wall being blasted by TNT, but instead she got low and aimed at the face that peered out from behind the pilot's seat. At the same time she yelled for someone to check outside-

"Ada?" The dark-haired youth-'David'-asked in surprise, equally surprised that he had the powerful gun pointed at is face, almost point blank range.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam…

Ada rose to her feet slowly, the countless crack's of handguns making it next to impossible to hear anything. "David!" She yelled above the noise, slightly lowering the sub-machine gun. "Move!" Ada motioned with her head for him to move just in case he didn't hear, and emphasized it by pointing the firearm at him. David obeyed and stood up, raising his hands into the air. Ada quickly noted that there was a G-18 machine pistol near him, while she walked forward cautiously.

"Ada! That creature is here!" Jeff yelled in a bit of fear and shock. Ada only looked back momentarily before yelling for him to keep the door open as she moved to sit down in the pilot seat.

She yelled another command, yelled for Ashley to keep her gun trained on David whom was standing next to the co-pilot seat, hands raised in the air. Quickly grabbing the machine pistol, Ada threw it back over her shoulder where it landed just a few feet to Ashley's left. Ada started punching buttons and toggling switches afterwards.

An entire clip wasted, and he failed to do anything other then fill Nemesis with bullet wounds. The body of the 'Nemesis' creature was actually peppered with small bloody holes that their handguns produced. Rivulets of blood streamed down its black attire, and a single gunshot wound stuck out on it's disfigured face like a sore thumb. Barry had produced the large crater, no doubt, a powerful round with his magnum that blew a hole in the top of its head. The round had managed to actually peel the skin back in the process, shredding it and covering its ugly face in blood.

Jamming another clip into the gun, Leon continued firing the semi-automatic H&K nine-millimeter handgun. The Remington 12-Guage Pump Action Shotgun was strapped to his back, he figured that it wouldn't have much effect on the creature at long range. All he had was buckshot, and he doubted it would do much damage, so instead he emptied his clips on the creature- and it seemed to falter. It was barely noticeable; it halted, less then a second, and was walking again. It growled, and the shots continued.

Some were aimed at its legs, blowing holes in the meaty, muscular, appendages. The others targeted its chest, while Chris alone pounded holes into its neck and head. Over the past years, he had come to being accustomed to the crack of handguns around him, now was no different. The crack's continued, and it seemed as if they weren't there-eject clip, slam new one home, and keep firing- Leon did just that, even as the thought crossed his mind, the Nemesis creature wavered again, a bit longer this time. It seemed to stumble, and stand in one spot for a moment, and then it threw its head back and growled-and ribbons of blood spurted out from its thick throat and another, and another as Chris took the opportunity to riddle the creature's neck with bullets. This was a move that would kill, if not disable, anything, but Nemesis only growled louder and continued toward them with a quaking step.

It was less then fifty yards away when the engines roared to life, everyone emptied the remaining bullets in their clips and piled into the plane. Claire ran up the steps quickly, two at a time, Rebecca and a few more behind her followed. Barry was the last one into the plane, and he slammed the door shut. The cockpit wasn't big at all, but just big enough so that everyone could fit without any difficulty.

Once inside, Claire spotted him almost immediately, and their eyes stayed on each other for a long time. It wasn't possible…no! He…He was dead! She felt like she couldn't breath, felt like her lungs had been filled with concrete, felt a balloon blowing up inside of her gut. The drone of machinery was nonexistent as she stared at Steve Burnside. She wanted to cry, wanted to leap into his arms-but the sounds of gunfire stopped her from doing so. She had to put her feelings aside, had to focus on the task ahead…for now.

Ashley was immediately at his side and holding his hand tight between the two of them, and he could hear a screeching sound of machinery.

He noticed the dark-haired kid he'd seen earlier, one of Wesker's accomplices, he was standing with his arms in the air, a look of disbelief set into his features, his eyes locked on Claire Redfield. There was a machine pistol lying on the floor where he'd seen Ashley standing before she ran to his side.

"That yours?" He questioned, forgetting about the young male, as the sound of machinery grew louder. Ashley shook her head.

"No, it's his." She said, nodding her head toward the dark-haired kid.

Light flooded into the poorly lit hangar, as the doors opened about two inches a second, no more. This made the tension rise, he could actually feel it emitting off of everyone. He could feel their fear, their anxiety, as it pumped through his body too-and Ada was yelling above the engines for them to hold Nemesis at bay for a while longer.

Chris was closest to the door, and he opened it, the roar of engines louder now. Barry and Billy rushed to his side and all three fired through the space of the open, wide, door. "Stay here!" His voice barely audible above the engines roar, and the nine-millimeter fire, Leon moved from Ashley and stood behind a squatting Billy. He started firing immediately, his last clip, and one, two, three shots already. He was discharging the bullets quicker then he thought he could pull the trigger, and although everyone was emptying their guns on the beast it continued toward them growling, ready to kill.

Less then twenty yards away! Hurry, Ada!

The empty click of his handgun was like a bad omen, and soon, everyone else seized to fire, they're guns dryer then his mouth. He hadn't drank, or eaten anything in God knows how long- Now's not the time! Damn it, it's getting too close, we need more ammo! Leon pulled his Remington from its place on his back, and remembered the Machine Pistol while doing so. Leon cocked the pump, and shouted over his shoulder to Ashley. "Gimme' that gun! Hurry!"

Ashley nodded and moved quickly to fetch the machine pistol, removing her handgun from its makeshift holster between her skirt and waist. She was at his side in a flash, and he nodded toward Chris, indicating that she should give him the machine pistol, and she handed her handgun to Billy, and already they were firing at Nemesis-less then ten yards-. The numerous and rapid crack's of the machine pistol was drowned out by the explosions that the shotgun created, and the crack of the gun Billy fired was inaudible-and then they were moving…finally moving.

The doors were opened all the way, and the plane was heading out, Nemesis growling in frustration as it's prey moved away-and then it was jogging toward them, soon it was running toward them in heavy thudding footsteps-and Barry slammed the door shut as the Cargo Plane moved out into the beach, a long concrete runway was set into the beach, a runway that stopped at the ocean abruptly, but it was enough for them to take off-and sure enough they were in the air before he knew it.

A cheer was in order, he expected it, but instead everyone was quiet. The faint smile that everyone wore, the relieved smiles, was enough celebration. But he had to ask himself as he stood there, arm wrapped around Ashley's shoulders, was it really the end?

Crossing her leg over the other, Glitter took a deep breath. She was sitting upon a metal bench that stuck out of the wall, not her first choice for a seat, but good enough. The chrome-bodied woman stroked her leg, the chrome smooth and shiny under her fingers, as she watched the cloaked figure Spate sitting across from her. He, if in fact Spate had a gender, was silent with face hidden in shadows, cloaked arms crossed over his chest. Glitter frowned. He was a mysterious person, or thing; she'd never heard him actually carry a conversation. He was always all business, always serious.

Her metallic casing melted off of her smooth skin as she sat there, still stroking her thigh. Wesker was talking to someone over an intercom system, she wasn't quite sure what he was saying the roar of the engine was too loud for her to hear clearly. The helicopter was big enough to fit about twelve people, not counting the pilot and co-pilot. The cockpit and the area where she and Spate were seated was one space. The only thing dividing the two areas was the pilot and co-pilot seat.

Wesker finally removed a pair of headphones from his ears and turned to look back at them. Glitter uncrossed her legs, and re-crossed them with the opposite leg as he started to tell them where they were headed. She really didn't listen. It wasn't mandatory or anything. Once Wesker was finished with his announcement, Glitter lied down on the bench, both legs bent at the knees, and her arms stretched out over her head. The drone of the 'copter making her feel a bit drowsy…and then she was sleeping.

She was alive, and he couldn't believe it. It was…impossible…but she was there nonetheless, sitting with Steve Burnside. Steve explained his situation to the group shortly after takeoff, explained why he was given the name David, explained how he came to become an assistant for Wesker, which cleared up a lot of questions that Ada spitefully threw at him.

"You crying?" Chris looked at Barry who was sitting at Chris' side, Indian style with his legs crossed over each other. Barry still held the powerful magnum that had no more bullets left in it. He didn't know for sure, but he guessed that the weight of the gun gave Barry a sense of security…it worked for Chris.

Chris grinned and shook his head. "Something's in my eye." Grinning wider at his long-time friend, Chris rubbed his eyes and returned his arm to resting on his one bent knee; the other was stretched out before him, using the wall as support. "I'm so happy to see her again…" He said, watching Claire carefully. She was no longer talking to Steve…but was resting her head on his shoulder, their hands clasped together.

Barry followed Chris' gaze to the redheaded girl and the younger dark haired boy, and grinned. "And I'm happy you're happy, and happy that everyone else is happy." Barry looked back at Chris and added with a grin, "Damn it, we're all just one big happy family ain't we?"

Chris snickered and let his head fall back against the metal wall of the plane. "Yeah, I guess we are." He replied, looking around at the others. He'd known all but Jeff, Tara, Ada, and Ashley for a few years now, and they had all developed quite a bond. He could already feel himself bonding with the others, the three younger persons of the group that is…he still had doubts about Ada. But just how many doubts could you have about someone who did such a great favor for you?

Submerged in his thoughts, Chris didn't hear footsteps or notice that someone was sitting next to him until her voice interrupted his thinking. "You okay, Chris?" Chris turned to the new speaker, Jill Valentine, and nodded hesitantly. He was still lost in his mind somewhere. Jill returned the nod and grinned softly.

He never knew how to…accept Jill. He wasn't sure if she was friend, or something more? He received both vibes in the past, and he always went along with whatever approach she was taking. Sometimes he had doubts though on what she was trying to do when she acted like 'more then a friend'. Was she testing him, seeing how he would react? Or was she trying to tell him something?

"Chris?" She asked, placing a hand on his. "You sure your okay?" Once again she snapped him back into reality, he'd dreamt off again, a move he could regret often. Chris grinned, and nodded again.

"Just…a lot on my mind," Chris said, "Sorry Jilly." He added with a smile. Jill nodded, grinning back at him understandingly and lowered herself a bit farther, stirring a bit until she was in a comfortable position.

"So where are we going exactly?" Chris looked up, and at Billy who had asked the question. He was sitting with Rebecca Chambers. She brought back a lot of memories, he'd gone through the Spencer horrors with her, along with the others of course, and they'd developed an almost brother and sister bond.

Ada, knowing that the question was directed toward her, replied without turning toward them. "I have a friend who lives in South Dakota. I think we can stay low there for a while, that's pretty far west, and I doubt the disease will spread that quickly. Once the disease does get too close, we'll catch a ride out of the country, I don't want to be here when it takes over the 'States."

"What do you mean, 'stay low'?" Leon asked from his seat against a wall like everyone else, next to Ashley with both arms crossed over his chest and both legs bent at the knee. "We can't just wait this out…"

Ada peered back momentarily, cocking an eyebrow. "What do you say we do then, Leon? Go out there and cap zombies for a few months? I beg to differ…"

"Yeah," Leon scoffed, "we load ourselves with a big ole supply of weapons, and try to kill as many as possible!" Leon shook his head. "Seriously now, I say we track down Wesker, interrogate him, find a way to cure this, and it'll be all over."

Ada snickered. "Leon, once their infected, there's no turning back. The people in D.C were already fully infected, and that took less then one day. Even if we were to find a way to cure them after this far in the infection, they would have to live like Lepers because of all the skin decay." Leon grumbled something in return. "Either the military, or what's left of it, or another countries' military will cure this problem just like it was cured back in Raccoon City. In just America alone, there are enough Nuclear Weapons to wipe out an entire continent, maybe a few times over…and that's what's going to happen. Besides, we can't just barge in on Wesker's hideout and interrogate him, Wesker is just as dangerous as anything Umbrella has ever created…he is a product of their creations. It's not a happy ending, but it's reality, Leon."

"None of this seems real…It's all so far from reality, its crazy." Chris said with a sigh, saw that he had gotten a few people interested, Claire particularly. "These sort of things are supposed to only happen in movies, George Romero sort of films, Dawn of The Dead and such. Because of Umbrella, and anything and anyone involved with those bastards, they've made a child's worst nightmares become reality. When the attacks first started in Raccoon, when we invaded the Spencer Estate, I expected to find some deranged killers-wait let me rephrase that, I expected to find some human deranged killers. But instead we uncovered the evil of a power-hungry company that provided for most of the world. Ever since that day, I always wanted to wake up and find out it had only been a nightmare. So far, I haven't woken up for seven years straight, and I don't think I will any time soon. Thanks to Umbrella, that's to Wesker, the world is in danger. What country is he planning to infect next? China, Japan, maybe even entire continents? With the U.S infected, Canada and Mexico are basically sitting ducks. Ada is right, Leon." Chris frowned as the words spilled from his mouth. "There really isn't much we can do about this…"

Silence. Everyone seemed to be thinking hard on this subject, lingering in their thoughts for almost an entire two minutes-Steve broke the silence.

"Except for one thing…" Chris, and every other set of eyes focused of Steve now. They watched for a moment, he seemed to still be thinking, looking back and forth between their gazes. Almost thirty seconds passed before he continued. "Get even. I say we find Wesker, and kill him, make sure he doesn't cause any more damage…Or at least try to, if we die, then so be it. If that's the price to ensure the safety of the rest of the world, I'm willing to risk it, at least we'll be dieing for a good cause."

Silence, again, shorter this time, broken by the voice of Billy Coen.

"I agree with the kid…" Billy nodded surely. "We can't let Wesker continue with this. We have to do something. I don't know about everyone else, but I've been through this twice, and I think it's a sign. No matter how corny this sounds, I think that someone's trying to tell me something, someone's trying to tell me that I'm needed. Everyone here has been through this several times, excluding Jeff and Tara, and in there case surviving is a sign. Anyone who can survive this is definitely…important. When I first saw the D.C incident on the news, I felt that I needed to come and check it out, because I felt I had an obligation to do so. Why are the rest of you here? Everyone else here heard of it on the news, Jeff, Tara, and their friend Xavier came here for a high school basketball game. Simply put, we were placed here because of fate. We survived so that it could come down to this, a few Ex-S.T.A.R.S., a United States Agent, an Umbrella spy, the President's daughter, and a few unsuspecting others could ensure the safety of the world…Or something like that anyways."

Rebecca chuckled; she was sitting next to Billy. He was standing up, using the wall as support. "Nice way to put it, I guess." Billy shrugged.

"I agree too." Leon announced, nodding certainly. "I'm with Billy and Steve on this one."

"Me too." Jill said confidently.

"If she goes, I go." Barry said with a slight laugh.

"Let's kick some ass!" Claire exclaimed, sitting up and punching her hand into the palm of her other.

"Alright, then. If Leon goes, I go. Let's do this!" There was an awkward pause after Ashley said this.

"I don't think its that great of an idea to take you Ashley." Leon scratched the back of his neck. "We shouldn't take Jeff or Tara either. You guys can stay with Ada's friend George while we take care of Wesker."

"Hold up," Jeff broke in, looking directly toward Leon. "There ain't no one here that's keeping me from going with you guys. Hell, I'll go alone if I have to, but I'm going, no questions asked. It's because of them that Xavier is dead, and I'm looking to get some revenge."

Tara nodded, and with a cocky grin said, "And I'm going wherever Jeff goes, no questions asked. Xavier was my friend too."

Leon sighed and waved a hand in the air and said with a short laugh, "Alright, alright. You can go. But Ashley, it's too-"

"I lost something too." Ashley interrupted. "They tore my family apart…"

"You might as well give it up Leon." Chris said finally. "You aren't going to stop anyone here from going after Wesker. We all got in this together, and we'll make things right together."

Leon nodded firmly. "Right. What about you then, Ada?" All heads turned her way as the question was directed to her. "Are you up for it?" A few moments passed. "Well?"

"I guess I have no choice, huh?" Ada said with a grin. "Let's kick his ass."

A/N: Like I've said hundreds of times, another chapter complete. Sorry to leave ya hangin' again, but I thought it was appropriate. I hope you guys enjoyed it, though it lacked any action, the next few chapters will probably be like that. I'll probably add some parts in the next few chapters that update you on the military's situation with the T-Virus, just so that you can get a little action. PLEASE REVIEW!

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