Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 19: Final Destination

A/N : …Guess who's back? Aha! I swear to Lord/Jesus/God, it feels so darn good to be back! Problems, fixed, and Krishna Omega is back in the flesh! Er…Sorta. You get what I'm sayin'.

Aight, as our first order of business, I would like to…cry my friggin eyes out because I only had one review for the last chapter. I hope that the following chapters will make up for the empty void, action-wise anyways, that has dominated the previous chapters. So I decided to start this chapter off with an action scene! PLEASE CONTINUE READING GUYS!

ALSO: VERY-SUPER-DOOPER-REALLY-REALLY-BIGGER-THEN-GINORMOS-LONGEST-CHAPTER-EVER…uh…Chapter…8500+ words!

So, without further ado, I bring to you chapter 19!

Pump. Boom. Pump. Boom. Pump. Boom

He lost count on how many rounds he pumped into the beast. All he knew was the damn thing refused to fall, or refused to brake in this case. As it had done two times before, the monster started to shake, the ice encasing its body slowly cracking, and in a fluent movement, it spread its arms out as the ice shattered. It was tall, an insect-like face, two pincers on its deformed mouth, red eyes glowed brightly in the darkness, its black body shimmering in the pale light as if it bore armor. The entirety of its form was simply…dominating. The long claws on each of its arms demanded attention as they shone in the faint light like the blade of a Knights sword, demanding even more when they tore through the walls and the floor not inches from his body.

Leon took off down the tunnel, careful to avoid the fallen red tank of some unknown substance. He wasn't sure what it was, but had a good idea, it was probably-

CRUNCH.

The sound was getting somewhat regular now; a regular warning sign that he could be killed very soon. Leon back flipped to avoid a storm of claws that tore down out of the ceiling. On his feet again, feeling just slightly disoriented from the flip, he focused on the red eyes of the monster that was hanging from the ceiling like a bat, close to the only thing he could see in the darkness, and he slammed the stock of the Riot Gun between the beast's eyes.

It was like metal against metal as the stock collided with its face, encased with something very hard, like the rest of its body. The creature reeled backwards, just slightly, growled, and disappeared back up into the ceiling. As soon as it did this, Leon took off again, the pound of his boots against the floor not even able to keep up with the pound of his heart despite the fact that he was probably running the speed of an Olympic Gold-Medallist.

Leon fumbled into a pouch on his utility belt, pulled out a few buckshot rounds and put them into the bottom of the Riot Gun where the chamber was located as he ran down the corridor, the passage seeming longer then what it seemed when he walked through it the first time, before encountering the creature. Picking out two more shells, Leon thought mentally that he had room for five more shells in the Riot Gun- and a scorpion-like tail crashed through the ceiling about a foot in front of him.

The shock caused him to drop the shells, and impulsively fire a round into the tail, but the buckshot only caused it to retreat back into the ceiling. A thud followed closely afterwards, a thud that seemed pretty close. Leon ran. Three more rounds into the shotgun-and he felt the air split behind his head.

Holy Hell-too close!

Finally, he saw the door that lead into the room where the elevator was. He felt happy, overjoyed, like a child on Christmas day when he saw his presents under the tree. Leon pumped his legs faster, ready to break through the door when he got close enough.

Now only a few feet from the door, the creature growled, a horrible unearthly sound, and Leon heard the swoosh of the claws as they sliced through the air behind him. Then he heard it escape back into the ceiling, a sound like a chainsaw ripping through metal, somehow ripping through the material that the ceiling was made of in less then a second.

Leon grabbed the doorknob, slamming a shoulder into the door at the same time, and it flew open. He was quick to close it again, finding a lock quickly. He knew it wouldn't really help, but it was a brash action. Leon pushed off of the wall and ran to the other end of the room where the elevator was, catching the gleam of something on a table near another red canister out of the corner of his eye when he sped past.

Leon stopped himself by running into the wall; he probably couldn't have stopped by himself if he wanted to. Leon turned to the controls just to his right, and slammed a hand down on the button marked DOWN. A red light appeared on the control panel, a few words scrolled across a small screen. The words read, GATHERING POWER…ONE MOMENT. He'd never seen an elevator that did this, and was never madder at one. He had been certain that once he'd switch the power on back in the power room, the elevator would be ready to go. All of his hopes were smashed into nothingness-and he was certain that that was about to happen to him as he heard the creature drop out of the ceiling just outside the door.

Not a moment later, the beast smashed the door, a dent appearing suddenly, the metal horribly twisted and deformed, and the creature hit it again. The door gave way, broke off of its hinges, and flew into the room in a crumbled heap of metal. It stood there, the brighter light in the room revealing the creature in all of its monstrous glory. So large, so…fearsome, it was made to kill. And Leon was certain it would do just that, as it started toward him in incredible speed.

Ashley.

That was all the motivation he needed to move. Leon dove under the creatures arm, rolled on his shoulder, caught a glimpse of the object he'd seen before and was too his feet as the creature straightened out, preparing for another attack. Leon looked at the object, it was a grenade, and he also saw the red tank, right beside him. His brain automatically connected the two, and pictured the creature being blown into tiny bits of ice.

It started toward him, slow, stalking him, like in horror movies when the killer had its victim cornered. A weird, insect-like sound gurgled up from its throat-and it was time. Leon grabbed the tank, and with all of his might, he brought it down to the ground. Like the others had done, upon impact, the top broke off, and he leapt back, the mysterious white substance encasing leaking out in a cloud, and the creature was once again frozen. He had maybe five seconds, eight God-willing, before the monster freed itself.

Thinking that the creature must be somewhat dumb to fall for the same trick three times within the last few minutes, Leon grabbed the grenade-and wanted to make sure this would be what took it out. Leon shoved the grenade into the open mouth of the beast, and quickly used the stock of the Riot Gun to shove it deeper. The creature didn't budge, it must have weighed a ton, and the sudden dead silence was somewhat eerie.

The grenade was now lodged, probably wouldn't budge no matter what happened, and Leon pulled the pin and spun around on his heels and grabbed a nearby table as he ran, toppled it over and fell down to the ground just as the grenade exploded when Leon got into safety behind the table.

As the last frozen pieces of the creature's head rained down, Leon stood up and took a look at his work. The creature still stood there, but was missing its head, completely blown off of its shoulders, some pieces of shoulder gone too. Ironically, the little red light turned green and there was a chime at about that time. Leon walked out around the table, and as he passed the headless, frozen creature on his way to the elevator, he pushed it over with one hand and it fell and shattered like glass.

The slightest change of sound in the atmosphere in his immediate area woke him. He was surprised that he fell asleep so quickly, they had just boarded not ten minutes ago. The sound that woke him was the turbines firing up, they weren't very loud, and actually, they were sort of soothing. Leon smirked slightly at his dream, a reminder of how luck had served him well so far.

Leon leaned forward, in his seat. Ashley was asleep too; she was sitting next to him. He wondered if everyone was as tired as he. Ashley certainly was. Leon stood up, certain that the pilot, Rey, had said that the bathroom was in the back. Leon moved carefully out into the walkway, about two feet worth of space in the walkway. There were sets of two seats on either side of the walkway, probably like forty seats in all.

Leon and Ashley's seat was only one seat away from the cockpit door, so he would have a relatively long walk to the bathroom. As he walked, he exchanged glances and nods from everybody that were seated randomly around the plane. Everyone was pretty much seated together, paired up. Billy and Rebecca, Jeff and Tara, Claire and Steve, Chris and Jill with Barry sitting in the aisle seat next to them. He didn't see Ada, and as expected, she was seated in the very back, secluded from everyone else. Suddenly, he felt very suspicious of her. It wasn't like he hasn't been suspicious, but his suspicion grew even more. She was all by herself, far in the back; she could be talking to Wesker, telling him that they were coming for all he knew!

The plane moved slightly, and Leon lost his balance, but regained it, but not without making a fair amount of noise. Ada tilted her head toward him, and grinned slightly.

"Usually, this is about the time they tell you to stay seated, buckle up, and all that. Guess they forgot, and I guess you didn't know better." She said, taunting him. Truthfully, he didn't know why he hadn't thought of that himself. It was just the tiredness showing through his actions.

Leon considered going to the bathroom still, but didn't like the idea of trying to take a leak while a plane was descending into the sky. Leon nodded mentally and took a seat next to Ada. "You don't mind right?"

Ada grinned slightly and crossed her leg over her other. "Kinda' too late to ask that isn't it?" Ada took her glance off of him and focused on her legs.

Leon chuckled, and suddenly he couldn't help it anymore, he needed to ask her. "You never answered any of my questions I've asked you in the past." Ada looked at him curiously. "Now I want answers. You can't just disappear now, like you did all of those other times."

"How can you trust someone that you know nothing about?" She asked, still looking at him. Her stunningly beautiful face now turned all the way toward him, her almond eyes locked with his, and he found that he couldn't look away from her. "I want your trust, Leon, and everyone else's, more then anything. So I will come forth with everything."

Leon waited, and she finally looked away from him, and he could take his eyes off of her, only to look back at her as she began talking.

"I went to Raccoon City under the orders of the Umbrella Corporation. They wanted me to collect a few things, as you may already know, Dr. Birkin's G-Virus was at the top of the list. I also found that to be a good time to search for my boyfriend, he worked for Umbrella. I guess I sort of did too. I was trained for a few months, they taught me just about everything I know. Anyways, as the story goes on, I ran into you, and I had to keep the truth away from you, I knew you could aid in my search without even knowing what you were really doing. You turned out to be more helpful then I anticipated, I bet you were the only cop left in Raccoon that was alive. You know what happened after that…" Ada spoke easily, not stopping, she couldn't have been thinking of something to make up. He pretty much knew most of this stuff anyways. She started again, even as a quite obvious question popped into his head.

"You probably want to know how I survived Raccoon, don't you?" Bingo. "Actually, I'm not one-hundred percent sure. Between all that happened, the place blowing up, the attack from Birkin, and Raccoon City being leveled, it's really fascinating that I lived isn't it? Anyways, directly after the attack, I only remember falling out, and waking up under a really bright light…" Leon started to get a bit more curious as she continued with her story. "Apparently, I'd been saved by someone, Wesker or one of his lackeys probably, because shortly after waking, I met him. He told me who he was, told me he worked with Umbrella, and told me what his main goal was, to make sure Umbrella was the best. A few years following the Raccoon incident, about the time that everything was getting relatively quiet, Umbrella was shut down, as you know. Wesker needed a way to get Umbrella back on top. President Graham was actually an Umbrella scientist, and the presidential elections were starting just months after the old president shut down Umbrella. With the help of Umbrella, or what was left of it anyway, he was elected. He planned the 'kidnapping' which was really only so that they could experiment on her. None of what happened really seemed like it was, and he sent you in hopes that you would be killed trying to save Ashley. Kinda' backfired I guess. Anyways, Graham allowed Umbrella to be reopened, but the public knew nothing about it, and Umbrella continued its research. Wesker had other ideas, however. He sent Krauser and me back over to the village to collect the sample. He wanted it for himself, figuring that if he had the newest virus, Umbrella would follow his lead if he played his cards right. And everything pretty much played out from there."

"So…when-if-," Leon corrected himself hesitantly, "we kill Wesker, we still have to deal with Umbrella, then?"

"No. Wesker has had a change of heart, he doesn't care about being in charge of Umbrella anymore, and he has his own agenda now. He's made sure that no one can interfere with his plans, and I'm pretty sure that were going to be the next ones marked off of his list. I'm not sure of what it is though, truthfully, he's kept it under wraps." Ada sighed. "It's weird…"

Leon nodded. "One last question then, how did you survive? I know you said you were saved and all that, but you were dead when I checked you, there's no way that they could revive you after dragging you back out of the RPD and outside of the town."

Ada snickered. "The T-Virus isn't just used for genetic experiments. It was created solely, believe it or not, to help people who had certain diseases, such as people with very weak muscles. The T-Virus regenerates the cells, thus strengthening the muscles. The T-Virus, coincidentally, can bring people back from the dead. But not just as a zombie, when controlled, it can actually bring you back from the dead, with absolutely no side effects."

Leon frowned. "That's weird, a virus made to help people, endswiping outan entire city…"

Ada nodded. "It's sad, but Umbrella had no intentions to help people, unlike the creator of the Virus, Mr. Birkin. They were too, are too, and obsessed with their experiments."

Leon noticed that there was true sadness in her face-or was it? How many times had she tricked him before? What if she's tricking him right now? He didn't have a doubt in his mind that she'd sleep with someone as long as it meant she would reach a certain goal, or hide an identity. But then again…Leon shook his head. It didn't matter, and he needed sleep.

He stood up, and looked back down at her. "I'm going to use the bathroom, and then get some sleep." He said before stepping out into the walkway and into the bathroom.

She wasn't killed by him. The disease got her first, not the bullet. He did the right thing, stopped her from feeling anything else, that is, if she could. He had regrets, of course, he'd put a bullet in his wife's head, but it was the best thing for her. It was better then letting her walk around as one of them. That was worse then death. Kathy Burton was resting peacefully.

As for the girls, Moira, and Poly Anne…he hadn't seen them, to be truthful. He wasn't sure of what their fate was-

"You okay, big guy? You've been awfully quiet." Chris said, sitting in the aisle seat across from Barry. Jill was leaning forward, looking at Barry also. Chris seemed calm and relaxed, as always, but Jill had a look of pure concern, maybe even fear on her face. She knew he was feeling guilty, she'd been around him for the past few years since the incident/ Ever since they came back from Europe she'd lived within an hour of him, always on the phone. Long time friends, their bond was unbreakable, as was Chris' but he was trying to make up for lost time with Claire. Don't get him wrong, Chris kept in touch too-

"Barry? You feeling okay, buddy?" Chris asked again, a bit more of concern in his voice now. Barry hadn't noticed that he'd zoned out.

He nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just thinking, you know me. A bit tired too."

Jill frowned slightly. "Thinking about what?"

It was like she wanted him to tell her that he was thinking about that day. She's just worried about me is all. Jill cares about me. "About what's about to go down. I've been waiting for this for a long time."

Chris nodded. "Yeah, me too. That bastards got what's comin' to him." Jill nodded an agreement.

"I'm also thinking about a ice-cold beer in my hand." Barry added jokingly.

Chris laughed. "Gotcha. When this is all over, we're going to get drunk off our asses and party."

Jill rolled her eyes. "I think I'll sleep before we do all that."

Barry snickered. "Just keep adding to our 'To-Do List'. But sleep is somewhere up top."

"Which is why I'm going to try and catch some. We probably got about half an hour, maybe less before we reach wherever we're going." Jill said, sitting back in her seat.

"Yeah, same here. I suggest you do the same, bud." Chris agreed and shrunk down into his seat.

Barry compensated shortly after and did the same. It was surprising, how fast he'd fallen asleep.

Shortly after she'd come back from the bathroom, Leon had gone to the back of the plane. She had went to change clothes, her short shorts and shirt were simply to little of clothing to be wearing in such a cold night. But he wasn't complaining. But it was close to winter, November-something he was pretty sure, so she replaced her clothing with a white t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a denim jacket with many pockets. Luckily, everyone had a change of clothing in the one suitcase they'd brought along.

Tara was actually lying in the seat, her petite form allowing this. She'd used a blow-up headrest to put between her back and the armrest; otherwise, it would have been quite uncomfortable he guessed. Her head was laying in his arm, which was resting on the armrest, the rest of herself somehow packed into the rest of the seat.

Jeff looked down at her oval face, her eyes closed, her soft pink lips slightly open to allow breathing, a loose strand of golden hair in her face. He smiled down at her, he known her so long, and from the moment they got together, he knew he didn't want her to leave. But now this, this…experience, if one could call it that, it was threatening that dream. After all he'd seen, and after what he'd been through, he knew damn well that something bad could very well happen.

He wouldn't allow that, though. He'd put his life on the line for her if he had too. How he got sucked up into all of this, he didn't exactly know. He sort of thought that it was his fault, he shot the winning basket, he got them into the championship, which was the reason they went to D.C. And look at what he had lost…his coach, the entire team, and his best friend. Nothing could bring them back, nothing could undo what happened, but he could fight for what was right like the rest of the people on this airplane. He didn't know their entire story, but from what he understood, this guy Wesker was the root of it all, which meant that he had to go in order to bring justice…even if it was in some very small way.

I promise you, Xavier, somehow your death will be avenged.

Jeff grinned faintly and brushed the strand of hair from her face gently. Her chest was rising up and down slowly, rhythmically, and he watched for a moment, almost as if in awe. He wondered how such peace could actually be, when such horrors and disaster was occurring outside of this plane? It didn't matter, he would suck in all of the tranquility that he could get. Jeff leaned over, his head now directly above Tara's. He stared at her for a moment before lightly brushing his lips with hers.

"I love you." He whispered, and surprisingly she whispered back.

"I love you too." She smiled, giggled slightly, and kissed him back. The next moment, they were back to the way they were sitting, both of them sharing a dreamless slumber.

It was unbelievable how events such as…surviving through a train full of zombies and giant scorpions among other things, and surviving through a mansion with even more creepy-crawlers inhabiting it, and a hidden lab, could make two individuals bond as much as these two had.

Rebecca looked out of the plane window at the marvelous sight, like a piece of art. Dark blue on canvas, dotted with glitter, creating an awe-inspiring sight. It was beautiful, the sky was, and she was taking in every moment of it. At the same time she was thinking long and hard. Her thoughts were fumbled, jumping from one topic to another. The train, the mansions, D.C., Wesker's lackeys, the perverted Kainite, Adriana, the 'Gargoyle', Claire coming back to life, being chased by the Tyrant-creature on the island, the spreading infection of the East Coast, George, the house being invaded, the team of Tyrants, Georges death, the train, the mansions, D.C…her mind just never stopped.

Until now. Well, it didn't exactly stop, but it had a new topic to dwell on. That topic had a name too…Albert Wesker. The Alpha S.T.A.R.S. Commander, the twisted psycho. The traitor, and just about any other negative names you could think of…he was probably called that by at least one of the people in this plane in his lifetime.

How the hell did I go from thinking about love, to thinking about some guy we're going to kill pretty soon?

Rebecca laughed slightly, and shook her head. She sunk down into her seat and looked over at Billy. He was sleeping soundlessly. They'd just boarded, not a half an hour ago, and he was sleeping already. Rebecca grinned and turned her head away from him and gazed out the window. She used the scenic view, and the hum of the planes engines as a lullaby. That lullaby did a pretty good job.

Oh…Lord…What is that?

It was tall. It was humanoid. It was hairless, with metallic-gray skin. It was muscular. It was an eight-foot tall, hairless, gray-skinned, bodybuilder from hell. Its shoulders were impossibly broad, it's abdomen rippled with muscle. It was a sexless beast, a round hump at its groin, and it's hands were more deadly then a gun. Its left hand was a metal-spiked club, bigger then her head, its right a fusion of flesh and curling claws, two of them were at least two feet long.

The beast turned toward her, its cataract-white eyes focusing in on her, and it threw its head back, and roared, a howl of bloodlust and fury. And then it was coming toward her, slow, menacing steps. The cargo hold wasn't big; it would be harder then hell to dodge it very long. How much could bullets actually do to the thing? Besides, she only had maybe three mags for her handgun; she doubted that would even make it flinch.

Look at the size of that thing!

It continued toward her on tree-trunk size legs. Each step that brought it closer to her, made her even more scared, panicked. And she spun around, tried to open the door…and it was locked. Some sort of emergency locks because the cargo door was wide open. She suddenly realized that she was slowly being pulled toward the opening, closing the gap quicker-and her thoughts tore from the cargo door, and focused on the mammoth creature that was charging toward her.

Claire opened her eyes wide, taking a deep, gasping breath suddenly, and sunk back into her seat in relief. The image of the Tyrant creature was fresh in her mind as if it just happened. Claire took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, finding Steve's hand without truly searching.

"Hey, Claire!" Steve said, seeming slightly worried. "You okay?" She nodded. Steve tightened his grip on her hand. "When you didn't answer at first, I thought something was wrong."

"I was lost in thought, I'm fine." Claire replied, giving his hand a slight squeeze.

Steve grinned. "Okay." He sat back in his seat, relaxing again, and closed his eyes.

"How did you survive?" She asked suddenly. A question that made him very awake suddenly, and Steve sat forward again. Steve watched her for a moment, their eyes locking for a long moment before he finally spoke.

"I have no idea…" Steve frowned, and looked past her and out the window, braking away from her stare.

"I thought you were dead for sure…you were there in my arms, not breathing, not moving…the place blew up…I don't understand…"

Steve shook his head. "Neither do I…I just…woke up one day, I guess. I forgot everything…didn't know who I was, and wasn't really interested. Wesker used me…he liked the fact that somehow my body was-is-controlling the T-Virus. He monitored me…stuff like that. I guess he never really found anything out."

"I guess Wesker was gathering everyone that he could." A new voice, it was Leon; she remembered that he walked by before the engines started up. He was returning to his seat now. She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but he didn't stick around to explain. He continued back to his seat.

Wesker…that bastard…

Claire frowned. "Weird." Steve nodded. "What made you remember?"

"Remember what?" He asked, sitting back in his seat.

"Your past…" She replied, also sitting back.

Steve grinned, and stroked her hand, which he was still holding, with his thumb. "You."

Claire felt her cheeks redden and she grinned. He never said anything else, and she didn't either. But both of them sat there and slipped back into sleep.

"Are you crazy?" Ashley queried just after their fall down into the garbage pit. It stunk…and it sorta hurt, it was a long fall for Pete's sake!

Leon stood up and dusted his clothing off, removing his handgun from its holster with his right hand. He quickly switched it over to his left hand and held his right hand out to help her up. "Well, I knew if you landed on your butt you'd be okay."

Ashley was taken aback by this, and blushed slightly. My butt? What kinda perve is he? Has he been looking at my ass? Ashley grumbled, but took his hand, pushing herself up with her other-and at the same time she felt the slimy texture of something under her hand. She stood up quickly, and looked back at what she'd touched. It was the back of some creature, a gray creature that had what looked like thorns sticking up all over its body. She didn't see its face, and she really didn't care too.

Leon hurried her up before she could get curious anyways. "Come on." He said and pulled her down the hall, and away from the creature. They moved down the side of a wall, and took a right. There was series of catwalks, a few gates set up in between platforms. As they started across the first platform, not thirty feet behind them, the creature came from behind the wall. It was breathing as if it had asthma, and shaking as if in the middle of a really bad seizure. It's face was nothing short of horrible, dominated by a toothy grin, a grin that exposed rows of deadly teeth. The rest of its body was somewhat…wrong. It was tall, but had short, stubby legs, and seemed to have somewhat of a gut. Both arms were long, barely a foot away from the ground.

The two continued across the metal grate catwalk. They came to their first concrete platform, it had a metal wall around it…and a gate. And on the other side-

-Someone must love us-

-Was a lever that Leon pulled. The gate slammed down, but Leon turned toward him, already holstering the handgun and reaching for the rifle that was strapped on his shoulder. "Hide." He said simply as he pulled the rifles scope up to his eye.

Ashley complied and spotted a red dumpster a few feet away. She turned back to Leon and nodded and okay, but she didn't see the creature when it grabbed the bars of the gates and shook them madly, growling its insane and nightmarish cry the entire time. It started to even bite at the bars, the gate rattling, maybe even threatening to give way to the creatures strength and let it in on them…and the bars broke, two large bars snapped off by the hands of the beast. If it broke a few more off, it would be able to get through.

"RUN!"

Panic and adrenaline was making a return…and she didn't really like it too much. She was scared, to the point of where she'd love to just cower in a corner, hide under blankets, and wait for whatever it was scaring her to pass by. But it wasn't going to happen that way. This was real, this was…scary as hell.

CHINK!

Two more bars were gone, she was sure of it. And by the look on Leon's face, she was sure it was through. The two were running now, he was right beside her, rifle at the ready-and suddenly he disappeared from her side. Ashley spun around and saw that the thing had a hold of Leon, ready to take a bite out of him.

Startled, Ashley jumped slightly, from her seat and from her nightmare both, as Leon sat down. The event still playing through her head like a movie. Leon had stabbed the thing in its head to get from its grasp-but it was unharmed. It wasn't until he fired five careful shots into the thing that its top half exploded into a plume of blood-

"Sleeping?" Leon asked. "Sorry for startling you."

Ashley shook her head. "Its fine. Happens all the time." She smiled slightly and sunk back down into a comfortable position in her seat. "So, how long do you think it'll be before we get there."

"An hour max." Leon replied simply. "Probably more like thirty max."

Ashley nodded. "So I guess I should get some sleep."

"Yeah, it wouldn't hurt." Leon replied grinning.

Ashley crossed her arms over her chest and crossed one bare leg over the other and closed her eyes, trying to fall back into a hopefully nightmare-less sleep. A sudden chill rushed up through her body like an electric charge, from her feet, up her legs, her arms, and finally to her head. Ashley shivered slightly but only wrapped herself up in her arms tighter. The next moment, she felt something being thrown over her. Opening her eyes, she saw that Leon had thrown his jacket over her.

Ashley grinned up to him, thankful for the gift and felt as if she could already feel the heat being captured inside the leather jacket. Leon grinned back to her and buried his chin into his chest, folded his hands on his belly, sunk into his seat and attempted to sleep.

"What did you mean…by saying that is a part of you that you can't let go?" She asked suddenly, surprising even herself as she asked this. She didn't mean to ask; she knew it wasn't exactly the time to do that.

Will there be a better time later? She just had to know…

Leon opened an eye and peered out at her. He sighed and she looked back at him long fully. He finally gave in, and she didn't even have to give him her puppy-dog face. "She…Ada and I met in Raccoon City. We went through it together…but it turned out that she was on the other side, Umbrella's side. I guess that even though she betrayed me and lied to me, I was attracted to her."

Ashley grinned. "I can see why, she's very pretty."

Leon smirked. "Yeah, I guess. But now…I'm not too sure about her. I have mixed emotions for her, and I don't just mean on a level of attraction. I don't know how much I-we-can trust her." He said in a much softer, quieter voice.

Ashley stared at him for a moment, collecting all of this information. "Yeah. We should watch her, then." Leon grinned at her.

"Your learning," He said and ruffled her hair up with his hand playfully. She pushed his arms away, and did the same thing to him. She stopped, sat back and took breaths in between giggles after a few moments. Not a minute later she was falling out of it in the comfort of his left arm.

"Soon…very…very soon." He whispered coolly. "We'll be in control…the entire world will witness the power…the…magnificence of what I have done." The blonde-haired man laughed, and the chrome-bodied woman hugged his arm tightly.

"Yes, love. They will witness the power of our virus." She whispered back seductively, her voice like a melody, floating in the air like a feather to him.

"The infection on the East Coast was only a taste of what's to come." He said, staring out of the wall-sized windows through his black sunglasses. Golden-red cat eyes turned to the woman beside him, and he stroked her platinum-colored, platinum-textured hair. "You will be seated at my right hand, Glitter."

Glitter giggled and embraced him, looking up into his eyes hidden behind dark shades. "Yes, Wesker…" Glitter opened her lips slowly; the metal encasing her body started to melt off and revealed soft lips that met his quickly. Wesker wrapped his arms around her lower back, absorbing the feeling of her body against his.

A knock at the door, and she stepped back, out of his grasp and he suddenly felt a longing for her again. Another knock and he resisted his urge to embrace her and kiss her again. Truthfully, all of this work had gotten much into his personal life, he didn't remember the last time they-a third knock and he turned his attention to the door.

"Who is there?" He asked finally, readjusting his shades.

"Sir, preparations are complete. All we need to do is push the button and it will all fall into place…" Before the talker was even finished, Wesker started to make his way over to the door, a fresh new idea that would add some excitement to the mix popping into his head. Well…it wasn't exactly 'a fresh new idea', but he thought it would be better then the one the talker, who he knew was Spate, had suggested.

Wesker opened the oak door, a one of its kind in this headquarters, and was greeted with the cloaked figure of Spate. Wesker smirked slightly. "I have a new idea, Spate. Put it on automatic, rushing to push the button is too much work."

Spate nodded in reply. "Of course sir…" The odd little man, in terms of height anyways, turned and walked back toward the control room. Wesker smiled inwardly, suddenly even more anxious to see how his creation would work, Spate that is. Then suddenly rage filled him, like a burning, tingling feeling that started at his fingertips and spread through his body like wildfire. The source of the rage; his loss over the last few days, Adriana, Kainite, an evolved Tyrant-class creature, his headquarters off the east coast, and the loss of someone that he trusted as an ally and maybe a friend; Ada Wong.

The tyrant-class monster codenamed Nemesis wasn't actually a big deal; there were still plenty of them in the basement of the White House labs, and more then that in this headquarters/laboratory. The loss of Adriana and Kainite weren't that big of a deal either, but they did have individual attitudes, and people bonded, it was natural. The other headquarters was a headache, yes, but he couldn't do much about it. And then there was Ada Wong…if the fools wanted to continue following him, she'd be the key to getting them to where they wanted to go. But then again, she's switched sides numerous times before, who's to say she isn't trying to fake them out? He would be careful with this situation. Until dawn anyways, after that…

Wesker smiled evilly, images of what was to come flashing through his mind. He received images of Raccoon City, zombies and BOW creatures running rampant, those not infected by the virus were sure to fall to the virus carriers. Images of entire cities ablaze, the walking dead coming out of the blazes, moaning, hungry, searching for survivors. Survivors, there would be no survivors. Only the strong survive, himself, Spate and Glitter would be the only sane people left, the only ones left to rule over all.

There was a good chance that fifty percent of the world could be infected, the other half getting lucky. But the virus-carriers would be abundant, and with time, the entire world would fall to the power of the Virus. He almost forgot…the Las Plagas…Yes; the fusion with the T-Virus was a success, how could he forget? He would release three viruses, the T-Virus, a gaseous-form of the Las Plagas that Spate helped to successfully create, and the T Veronica Virus – Las Plagas fusion. With the Las Plagas virus, he would conduct an army of intelligent beings; he would command them as their God. With the T-Virus and the Las Plagas-

I really need to think of a name for that… Wesker thought to himself, and plunged deep into thought that second. T Plaga…good enough. Now where was I? Oh yes, with the fusion of the two viruses I'll-

"Wesker, don't you want to keep going?" Glitter's voice slithered into his thoughts stealthily like a snake. He needn't turn to her; she was already rising up from a puddle he hadn't seen before right in front of him. As her naked body materialized in front of him, he watched in a mix of amusement, awe, and pride. She was his work…his wife was possibly one of the most remarkable products of his experimentations.

And she's gorgeous.

Her body was so perfectly shaped, so many curves, long sexy legs, and a stunningly attractive face, long platinum hair that fell to her mid-back. He loved every piece of her, her eyes, her lips, her voice, her arms, hips, legs…everything was just so perfect, so beautiful, so angelic. An angel, an angel from heaven, that's what she was, his angel. She pushed him further into the room, the backs of his legs hitting something and before he could react he was falling backwards onto a leather couch. She was on top of him just as quick, kissing him, and working to remove his jacket. From her actions, his angel meant to take him to heaven…

They were in the back of the plane, knowing that they only had a few moments before it all started, before it all ended. His nightmare would be complete…finally; he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. When this was all said and done, he could sleep peacefully, and die knowing that he made a difference in the world. And not just in some minor way…what he was doing deserved something better then a 'Purple Heart'. What he was doing, what they were doing deserved the title of heroes and heroines.

And William Coen had no second thoughts on any of this. He still believed that he needed to do this, that's why he survived through the Raccoon incident several years ago. That's why all of the people here survived; there wasn't many more that could survive those sorts of incidents. They were special, they were being called into a duty, they were the …chosen ones. The chosen ones that would finally bring the fall of an empire named Umbrella. The chosen ones that would bring down a twisted man named Albert Wesker.

Billy pumped his fourth and last shotgun; the weapon fully loaded with buckshot now, just like the other three. Two of the shotguns had sawn-off barrels, shortened to the max and equipped with a pistol grip, and a pistol grip on the pump to allow easy shooting. He would make sure he got one of those; he'd love to try one of those out on a zombie. He nearly laughed at the thought of blowing one of them into bits with one of the shotguns. Smirking, Billy got up and walked a little ways down the walkway and stopped where some of the weapons were laid out on the floor as if on display. There were two magnums lying there, one was an old-fashioned six-shooter, the other a new version featuring a quick-to-load magazine. There were also enough combat knives to keep half the group happy, laying on the floor in their respectable sheaths.

Billy laid down the shotguns and started back toward where Leon, Barry, and Steve were sitting. Leon was loading up the handguns which featured extra large clips that held twenty-some rounds, he didn't know the exact number, and had a speedy firing rate that was good for pummeling someone-or something- with bullets at a blinding pace. There were twelve handguns, one for each of them.

Barry had loaded the magnums already; they had only brought two of them along. Billy was pretty sure that Barry had dibs on the magnum; maybe he'd get lucky enough to get the other. Lastly, Steve was loading up M16 assault rifles, making sure they were ready to shoot, making sure the magazines were full. There was five of the M16's altogether. Lying in the seat next to Steve was three-dozen grenades. Shrapnel grenades, flash-bang grenades, and incendiary grenades, all of them color-coded, flash bang; blue, shrapnel; green, and incendiary was red. There was enough so that everyone had one of each.

And suddenly, it was time.

"I'm seein' sumthin' on the infrared radar, probably the island. I'll slow the plane down for you guys. ETA…ten minutes."

Everyone rushed to the back, and Chris was quick to take command of the group by raising his hand up for silence. Billy watched in amusement as he took the position of 'boss'.

"Alright, guys…this is it." He said flatly and looked around at everyone. "If you don't want to go, I'm sure Rey will be happy to take you back to wherever you want to go. Say something now." Chris' eyes scanned the group briefly. He hadn't named anyone in particular, but Billy was pretty sure he was trying to relay a message to the three youngest people in the group, Ashley Graham, Jeff, and Tara. None said anything. Chris nodded, a signal that he would advance. "I've only just met some of you, and you're already like family. Some of you, I've known for as long as I remember…So lets all come back alive, okay? We gotta' promise this."

Billy smirked and remembered when he and Chris first met…in the hotel. Billy didn't know what to think of him…

Everyone was putting their hands out, into a pile of hands. Billy was the last one, his thoughts distracting him. Confidently, he placed his hand atop the others, and Chris smiled and nodded to him.

"From what I know of some of you, what weapons you usually use, and by studying your sizes, I've picked out weapons for everyone. If you feel uncomfortable with something, switch up your weapons with someone, understand?" Silence. "Good. Alright, Jill, I've decided that it's best to give you…"

Billy tuned out at that point, not caring what everyone else had, but was careful to listen with half an ear for his name. When it was called, he grabbed what he was told. It turned out he ended up with a M16 and a magnum, not bad, and it was the newer magnum, the one with the clips instead of quick-loader cylinders. Too bad he didn't get to have one of those pistol-grip pumps.

Once all of that was over Chris continued to explain, Billy listened. "For you guys that have shotguns, each of you guys take fourteen more shells, that gives you two more full loads. For you that have the M16's, take two more clips. Barry, you have the Colt, take the entire box of rounds, there's roughly twenty-four there. Billy, there's two extra clips for yours. Last but not least, each of us take two extra clips for our handguns. Also take one of each grenade, their back here by Steve. You should all change into your clothes. Try to pick something with a lot of pockets so you can hold all your extra ammo, and dress warm, it may be cold. That's it. We have about five minutes left, try to hurry."

The next five minutes went by pretty quick, everyone changed their clothes quickly, the girls trusting the men enough to change quickly at the very back of the plane while the men changed at the front. Billy sported a pair of dark pants, a dark t-shirt and jacket, along with black gloves, boots, and a utility belt. Every guy wore this and every girl did too, or something similar, if they could.

As if on cue, when they had all finished changing, Rey's voice came back through the intercom.

"I see the island. It's pretty well lit up, I'm going to circle around and try to find somewhere safe to land." As quickly as his voice had come, it was gone.

Billy felt weighed down. The heavy magnum on his hip holster, along with the two mags for it, and the two mags for the handgun and machine gun, and the handgun held in a shoulder holster, and the M-16 around his shoulder, he guessed he had about fifty-plus pounds on him. Oh yeah, and the combat knife on the left chest of his combat jacket added a few extra pounds.

This might be tough… He thought while sighing inwardly. Oh, and don't forget the grenades!

Ada checked herself carefully. Handgun was in an easy-to-reach place, pretty much where it always was, her upper right thigh. The M-16 Assault Rifle that she much rather wouldn't be carrying right now, was hanging on her shoulder loosely. The magazines for her handgun were in utility belt pouches, while the grenades and the M-16 magazines hung on the belt that wrapped around her waist, which was wrapped by a skin-tight suit.

The suit was almost the equivalent to a wetsuit, very tight, hugging every curve of her body that was present. The suit was black, and a black hood that fit just as tightly as everything, served as a mask and could make her invisible in the shadows. The suit would also let her move around freely, easily, and she knew a woman was flexible and she would use that to her advantage to reach her goal. Her boots that reached up to her mid-shin were also black, as were her gloves, and her boots had a sheath for a combat knife. She learned well from Leon.

The suit was getting somewhat warm; it really knew how to trap in the heat. She wished she were in her dress again, and knew that she looked a lot less…easy in that. She knew that this getup wasn't very great for first impressions, but it was great for this mission.

Looking around, everyone else wore black also. All wore pants, a combat jacket, and some sort of pants, gloves, and boots. Leon, Chris, Jill, Claire, and Barry all had combat knives, including her. She guessed that the others weren't much of hand-to-hand experts. In fact, the girl, Rebecca, didn't seem fit for this job. Hell, neither did the girl Tara, and she doubted that the boy Jeff was going to be much help. There was a good chance that they could end up dead. Tara seemed more of a 'prom queen', 'cheerleader captain' type girl. Jeff looked like the ordinary kid you saw in the halls. Rebecca, from what she understood, hardly belonged on the front lines.

But then again, she is the soul survivor of the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team, she survived the Spencer Estate incident and survived that other mansion owned by Marcus-something-or-other. Or…something-or-other-Marcus…whatever his name was.

Ada found her eyes looking over at Leon. She wondered how much he really trusted her, if there was even such a thing between the two after all of the deceit. She wondered too, if anyone saw. It was some sort of side effect of the 'enhancements' that they performed on her. It was very minor, simply a de-colorization of the iris. But it did give her somewhat of an 'evil' look. Wesker received the 'red eye' and 'cats eye' though. She was happy that she didn't get the 'cats eye'. It was sort of creepy-

BOOM!

And the plane was suddenly rocking, horribly, and tilting to one side. She wasn't sure what happen, but was pretty sure that-

"We've been hit! Brace yourself!"

Rey's voice ripped over the intercom, and suddenly she realized that there was a lot of smoke by the right-hand windows…a lot of black smoke and what looked like-

Fire! The wings been blown up!

The plane was now going down, nose-first, and she grabbed on to whatever she could-the armrest of a seat. Her legs were suddenly hanging, and she heard people yelling, heard loud thuds, and heard-

-Nothing.

Darkness.

A/N: Chea! And that's the next chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it, and I swear the next one, I'll try my darnest to get it up quickly! PLEASE REVIEW!

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