Well, YaY, I guess, you people need to review more, especially if you read this, review, no matter where you are in the story Hmph. Anyway, I guess I will keep the style I had from the last chapter, but as I stated in my profile, I will be trying to make it more of my own . . . Which still might be the same damn thing, HAH! I also decided to include a poem I wrote for English!


Crimson Tears

Emotions rising, burning flaring

Crimson falling, puddles of red

Tension awakening, doubts falling through

Mind expanding, pictures flood

Crimson flowing, out the eyes

Hands are palming, sealing light

Inhaling air, exailing rapidly

Hair covering, the hurt of darkness

Wounds growing, deeper and deeper

Light expanding, over horizons

Shedding light, onto hopeless

Pupils growing, seeing all

Darkness rising, out like fog

Bleeding sustained, worries lifting

Numbless leaving, nothing but cold

Warmth is false, feelings burning with ice

Heart beating slowly, leaving the calm

Silver reflection, falling to ground

Gazing out, frowning slowly

Standing up slowly, looking back

Feelings gone, emotion of none

Hand raising up, wiping away the tears

Tears that stained with crimson, of fears

Walking, slowly, no looking back

Burned scars of Crimson, told the tale

Feelings of death, lifted away

Not one feeling, not even hate

Walking without reason, Walking for life

Crimson tear, dripping down the eye

Expressions changed, emotions encouraged

Living, breathing, yearning for life

Maybe, Maybe not, was today the End


Enjoy the story!


"Ashley!" Leon screamed toward the blonde, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen with him. Everyone else followed close behind, after they shut and locked the back door. He stopped close to the stairs and looked around the room. Then, he held his gun out toward Ashley. She stared at it for a few seconds, and then she grabbed it and put the front of the gun into the right hip of her pants, with the handle sticking out. She then looked back at Leon.

"What do you want me to do?" she said, trying to stay as calm as she could.

"Are Carlos and Rebecca here?" he asked, looking over at Claire. Her attention turned away from the window toward Leon.

"No, they aren't here right now. They said that they had to go somewhere, and they actually left right before you got here," she said, turning her attention back toward the window. Leon turned back toward Ashley.

"I want you to go upstairs and find a place to - "

"There is not any need for that!" Jill said, interrupting him. "We just need to go down here," she said, walking up to the side of the staircase. Then, she tightened up her right hand into a fist and punched a section of the wall on the staircase. A square, about four inches in length and width, moved into the wall. Then, the square slid out of view as some light could be seen shining out through the new hole. Shifting, the wall slowly slid downward and revealed an elevator, which was about three feet wide, about one foot in length, and six feet in height. Since the elevator was small, Leon and Chris would probably have to duck their heads a bit to get in. Also, it seems that only one or two people could fit in the elevator at a time. "Ashley, you go through first. The rest of us will be right behind you."

"B-but why can't I go with someone!" Ashley asked. She was shocked that she would be alone in an unfamiliar place, for however long it could be.

"There is a three hundred-pound weight limit on the elevator. But don't worry about that, just hurry up!" Jill screamed back at her.

Ashley quickly ran into the elevator and noticed the panel behind the door, which had two buttons on it. One said B1F, the other said 1F. She decided that it would be best to hit the one that had a B in it, hoping that it meant the Basement.

The elevator immediately reacted and made a quick squeaking noise. Then, the motor started up loudly, and the elevator quickly started to move downward, the living-room regretfully leaving sight. She was then greeted with nothing but darkness in front of her, as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Soon, the lights flickered to life, revealing a gray room with a white floor and ceiling stretching out before her. The room was about eight feet wide and seven and a half feet high. The walls were decorated with a large assortment of guns hanging in a straight line, covering almost half the room. This caused Ashley to gasp before she had stepped off, which made the elevator quickly rise back out of the room.

"Finally! It took only a minute and a half," Claire said as the elevator came back. Smashing noises then erupted out from the kitchen as well as the front door, the well built wooden doors withheld the first few blows, but within seconds, the wood crunched under the blows.

"Chris! Get in the elevator, now!" Jill yelled out at him. Chris looked as if he would reject at first, but quickly got in the elevator and was soon out of sight. The front door bursts open with a loud crack. They expected of been swarmed with soldiers, but there was nothing. Nobody was seen at all yet. Then seemingly out of nowhere, a round cylinder clashed upon the floor in front of them.

"Duck!" Leon screamed out, lowering his head and covering his eyes as a flash of light soon filled the room, accompanied by an ear piercing loud noise.


"Ashley?" Chris asked, looking around the well-lit room. All the guns were on the walls, but the blonde was nowhere in sight. "Are you down here?" he asked again, moving toward the gray hallway, which was at the end of the hallway that he was currently in. He decided to take one of his treasured AKs from the wall before he continued, glad that there were some decent weapons around. He walked down the hall, with one hand on the barrel of the gun, right in front of the ammo clip, and with the other on the handle. The butt end rested firmly against his shoulder. He took his right hand off the trigger, slowly forcing the safety back before it reached the end of where it needed to go. He put his hand back to the handle and trigger, and turned the corner, placing the gun around the sharp angle before he actually walked around it.

All that was visible around the corner were identical hallways to the one that he was just in. Only difference was that there were no guns hanging from wall to wall. He walked down the hallway, staying alert and preparing for anything to attack. When he reached his destination, Chris smashed the hidden panel next to the end of the wall, and watched as the door slowly slid open.

The sunlight hit him quickly. He was inside the almost empty garage, but he stumbled upon a man dressed in black, holding Ashley. The man turned around, saw Chris, and immediately ran outside, taking the struggling girl with him, whose hands were cuffed and mouth gagged with thick fabric.

The intruder ran towards one of the many SUVs outside, opening a door with a loud creaking noise as the hinges rubbed together. Chris quickly threw the strap of the gun over his head and through his left arm. He let it hang over his chest as he sped after the man, quickly catching up since he did have more experience at running than the intruder did.

More men could be seen as the ex-STARS member gave chase after the first man and cursed his luck when they began to run after him. The man with Ashley quickly forced her into the back seat of one of the SUVs, slamming the door shut behind her. He moved toward the front and got in the driver's seat, taking off at a high speed. It seemed that they had not turned their vehicles off so they could make a quick and witty escape.

Chris slowed to a stop, passing by Leon's car and jumped inside it, starting the engine up. The keys were still in the ignition and it seemed as though Chris did not have keys for his own vehicle. The engine kicked in life and he put the car into gear, slamming his foot on the pedal, putting both his hands on the steering wheel as he turned left and rode over the lawn to avoid the SUVs.

He turned left even more as he got on the road and went straight down the paved black strip in the landscape, right after the black SUV, which was slowly creeping into sight.

It seemed the man noticed he was being chased and began to speed up, taking a sharp turn down another street. Chris soon turned down the same road, noticing the breaks of other cars scream to a stop as they cut in their way.

He quickly avoided cars as he kept his sight on the SUV in front of him. The larger vehicle began to fill most of the windshield as he bumped into the back of it, letting the man know his pursuer was still there. He pushed the SUV forward, pressing as hard as he could on the pedal. Chris jumped forward a bit in his seat as someone slammed into his back. Looking in his rear view mirror, he noticed he had three other SUVs behind him.

They slammed him forward again so that he was pinned between the two SUVs. The two identical vehicles could be seen slowly driving along the left and right side of the car, pinning him inside, offering him no chance of an escape. Possible thoughts on what to do ran through Chris' head; he needed to think logically about this . . .

"Fuck that," he said, avoiding his thoughts and slamming his wheel down to the right as hard as he could.


Ashley sat in the back seat of the SUV using her tongue to poke at the piece of cloth around her mouth. She Forcefully tried to open her mouth only to find that the cloth stayed tightly in place. Each time she opened her mouth a bit, she got the distasteful taste of a slight oil residue. She passed that idea on and managed to lift her newly tied legs up and rest them onto the back seat of the SUV.

The inner interior was a surprising light gray, especially from the looks of the outside. There were a driver and passenger seat in the front, two seats about a foot and a half behind the front seats, and spreading five or so feet apart. A foot behind the back passenger seats was a three to four sitter bench like things. The bottom of it was blocked off by the floors carpet, which seemed to connect to the inside of the back most seat.

The trunk space behind that had another bench seat that could sit only two people, as well as could be stored inside the floor of the back. Which is where it currently was, and the trunk space was about five feet in length, and had a connected counter type thing that was the same color as the interior. It had a cup holder on each side, and had a width of about a foot and extended all the way to the back double doors of the SUV.

The counters led all the way to the floor and had a few doors with small white knobs on it. Most definitely, the inside of the counters were used for storage.

"This thing sucks!" Ashley attempted to say behind the cloth that clammed her mouth shut, so it more of sounded like "dhis ghing duqs!" She then slammed her feet back on the floor as much as she could.

In what it seems to be retaliation to the inquired insult, the SUV took a sharp turn left, which caused Ashley to fall over on the seat to her right and rolling into an upside down position, causing her legs to touch the ceiling. This got Ashley a frightening laugh from the man driving.

She felt the handcuffs around her hands stab slightly into her lower back, which sparked a sudden idea into her head. She forced her arms forward from their position as she used her feet to clamp onto the top of the seat so she could lift herself up slightly. She finally felt her arms touch the side of her thighs, so she took her right leg off the top of the seat, and began to raise her arms upward as much as she could in this stretched out position. She slipped her leg through the gap of the chain of the cuffs. She then did the same thing with her left arm. She felt the pressure release off of her shoulders, as she momentarily got a moment to relax.

She turned herself around and sat up in the seat, she then had no idea what to do, since she had no idea what to do before she got her arms back in front of herself, it was almost no different then when they were stuck behind her, at least she had more use of her hands. She then made a squeal of excitement as she wrapped her fingers sharply around the bottom of the cloth on her mouth. She puled up as hard as she could, slowly working her way around her nose, which got a not so nice whiff of the cloth.

She got the cloth past her eyes and then final got it over the top of her head, and took a full breath of air, breathing it in quickly. She didn't care if the guy heard her or not, the air was too fresh and it soon got her into a relaxed state.

Ashley was jolted forward onto the floor, as an impact from behind them caused her to fall off. She got up and stared through the window in the back, the windows were really dimmed on the back end, and she was quite sure that the person in the car could not see her. She recognized the car as being the one Leon had gotten from the parking lot, back in Washington, she then recognized the person behind the wheel of the car.

"Chris!" She screamed out, trying to wave her hands over the back seat at him. But it seemed that he could not see her as he bumped into the back again.

"Hey! Why is your mouth piece not on?" The man said, looking over his shoulder at her. He then turned his head around to focus more on the road in front of him.

"I took it off, and there is no way you are getting that nasty cloth back over my mouth!" She screamed back at the back of his head. She heard a crash noise from behind her, as she saw Chris slam into the car to his right, and crash into a building. "Chris!" She screamed over the seat toward the building. Her last hope of being saved from being sent to Umbrella was somewhere inside of a building.

She climbed over the back seat and landed on the carpeted floor. She made her way toward the window, to try to see if she could see any more of what had happened, but everything was blocked by a cloud of black smoke, and there were no signs of her being saved anytime soon. She slammed her fists on the window in anger as the SUV sped off, turning back onto the highway.

Chris' car slammed into the SUV, which the driver did not seem to be expecting anything. The driver turned to the right to get away from Chris, but ended up heading straight toward a building. Pedestrians jumped out of the way as Chris slammed right into the left side of the SUV, and slammed with it into the front windows of a brick walled grocery store.

The SUV turned to its right end and slammed into the glass windows and fell over onto the ground leaving the bottom end of the car exposed. Glass flew everywhere as people screamed and ran out of the store through the emergency exit in the back corner of the store, sending off the fire alarm. Chris slammed into the SUVs bottom, underneath the engine.

The SUV spun on the ground about forty-five degrees, and Chris' car came to a stop on impact. Chris quickly opened his door and stepped out of the car. His lip was bleeding, and his leg was slightly banged up, but he could walk with only a slight limp. He curled his right hand into a fist and used it to wipe away the trickle of blood that was downing his chin. He then wiped his fist on his pants and grabbed the handle of the AK around his neck, he propped it up against his shoulder and grabbed the part of the gun above the ammo clip with his left hand.

He walked around his car slowly, stepping near the isle of food which he almost crashed into, for each step he took, the sound of glass breaking underneath his feet echoed around the room, followed by the sounds of screams and ambulance sirens coming from outside. He stepped toward the downed SUV.

He could smell oil which might have been leaking considering he had hit in the area around it. He walked up to the overturned SUV and walked around it to the front side, and he peered into the front window. The window was too dark to actually see through, which surprised him that the driver could actually see from the other side of it at all.

He walked up to the window and kicked his right foot into it. His foot bounced back in rejection as the window showed no signs of damage. Chris aimed the AK at the passenger's side of the vehicle, and he pulled back on the trigger.

The bullet went cleanly through the windshield, but left only a hole small enough for it itself to get through. Which did not help Chris at all. He squatted down and tried to look into the hole, but he couldn't see anything but black. So he got back up to a full stance, and pulled onto the handle of the door, and pulled up on the handle, lifting the door up until it couldn't move anymore. Most of the lights inside the interior of the SUV flickered to life, and Chris stood on top of the tire of the SUV and looked inside.

A man in all black laid there at the bottom of the passenger's side, the top half of his head was blown against the backseat, and a pool of blood filled the passenger's side window.

"Ha!" Chris laughed as he stepped down from the SUV, "What a crappy way to die" He said, letting the AK strap tighten around the side of his neck as he let go of the gun. He pulled out the carton of Marlboro's in his right pocket, and taking his lighter out of his left. He pulled out the last cigarette in the packet and tossed it aside. He placed the cigarette in his mouth and snapped the top of the lighter off, and letting the lighter fluid start to fill the air. He struck his thumb down on the metal wheel and a spark shot out and turned into a small golden flame as he placed the flame to the tip of the cigarette and let it sit there for a second or two before he snapped the lid shut.

He inhaled the toxic smoke and held his breath letting the smoke circulate through his body, calming his nerves. He placed his thumb on the bottom of the cigarette and put his pinky and middle finger on the top and took the cigarette out of his mouth before exhaling the remaining smoke slowly.

"Okay, lets see what the damage is" He spoke into thin air, as he placed the Cigarette back in between his lips as he walked back to Leon's car. The entire right half of the front was smashed inward, the front glass was broken, and the engine was undoubtedly dead.

He hadn't been in the store before, basically since he did not do really any of the shopping except to get a good amount of Alcohol. Which made him gasped when he noticed that the entire eight-foot shelf was lined with bottles of beer and wine. The next isle was of clothes, and he didn't check the rest, he picked out a few of his favorite liquors and took five extra bottles of beer for something else.

He has also taken a white shirt off the clothing rack, which he tore the right sleeve off of. He twisted the top to the beer bottle off and let a very fair amount of it splash out onto the floor. He took a hold of the sleeve he tore off and crammed inside the top of the beer bottle. He had half the sleeve in the bottle, and the other half sticking out. He held the bottle upside down, letting the booze soak into the cloth, he then turned it upright and took out his lighter. He snapped the top off using his leg, and he rolled the wheel over his arm, lighting the . . . lighter.

He held the beer bottle sideways in his right hand, and brought the flame to the cloth, he held it there for a second, moving the lighter around making sure the cloth stayed aflame. The flame on the cloth grew quickly, so Chris placed his lighter back into his left pocket and walked up to the SUV. He stretched his right arm out and threw the newly created, Molotov Cocktail into the interior of the SUV using the same door he had used to peek in through.

The smashing of a bottle echoed around, and a yellow glow stretched out of the SUV, lighting the whole inside of it. Chris walked over to Leon's car, and decided to do a last search of the car before leaving. But he first ran over to the counter on the left side, and grabbed two cheap brown paper bags. He ran over to his pile of liquor and put his personal choices inside one bag, and put the four beer bottles in the other. He left them there and ran over to Leon's car.

He went inside the passenger's side, and found that the door was now jammed. So he ran back over to the driver's side, and opened the door and sat down, he checked the change box, the glove box, and the consol. It was all completely empty.

"God damn, don't you think even the previous owner of the car would have something of value in this car?" Chris asked himself as he got out and got into the backseat of the car. He sat down quickly, and checked the flaps behind the chairs for anything. He then pulled on what looked like it would be a cup holder. It turned out to be a change box, but the transmitter inside it flashing red was the only thing inside it. Chris held up the little silver transmitter, letting the light flash into his eyes. "This would explain a lot" He said as he attempted to get out of the car.

He noticed he had sat on something, and whatever it was, was holding him down to the seat. He decided to see what it was, so he checked underneath him to find he felt something moist, and sticky. He jumped up from the seat, taking most of the thing with him.

"Aw gross, I sat in a friggin' a big clod of someone's gum, " He said trying to pull off any pieces of the gum still stuck to him. He then threw the transmitter to the ground and stepped on it, hard, and then continued trying to get the gum off him.

He heard a burnout come from behind him, so he snapped his head around to see where the noise had come from. An SUV was rushing its way toward him, so Chris picked up his AK hanging near his stomach, and pulled back on the trigger, spraying bullets onto the hood of the car, and into the glass window on the front.

He then stopped shooting and jumped to the right and rolled as the SUV rushed passed him and slammed to a stop after crashing into the Liquor shelves. He aimed his AK again and continued spraying bullets all over the SUV. He then heard a 'click' and the bullets stopped, he noticed his clip was empty. The driver's side door opened, and a man dressed in black came out and rushed at him.

Chris readied his arms, and moved to the left a little bit, and wrapped his right arm around the MAN's neck and right arm. He positioned himself behind him as he clutched down on his arm which was around the MAN's neck which started choking him. The MAN's arms flapped around in the air trying to reach for Chris, so he took the first three fingers in his right hand, and stabbed them at the pressure point on the back of the neck.

The MAN's arms flapped around faster, as the pain increased in the man, and he could no longer hold his breath. Chris dragged the man over to Leon's car and slammed his head into the hood of the car. He used his left hand to lift the mask off the man, as his brown hair fluffed out. Chris didn't look at the MAN's face, but instead continued to slam his head into the hood of the car.

Crimson blotches of blood, soon started to form on the hood of the car as Chris slammed the MAN's head into the car one more time. The MAN's movements stopped and he became like a rag doll. So Chris took the man by the arms and dragged him over to the burning SUV, and managed to toss him inside. The fire was already starting to leave the vehicle and the police sirens were getting louder, so Chris picked up the two bags full of the alcohol, and he took one more shirt from the rack, and he placed that one, and the one he had ripped the arm off of before into the bag.

He got inside the MAN's SUV, and started it up since the keys were still inside, and he backed out of the store, and drove off toward his house.


Leon hurried out of the elevator to meet up with everyone, since he was the last one to get down.

"Is everyone ok?" He asked looking around, "Where is Ashley"

Jill looked up away from the large selection of guns and looked at him, "I think one of the men got Ashley, he must have found his way into here, because the exit was open and your car is gone, and so is Chris, so he probably chased after him" She said, looking back to the gun selection, "But don't worry, Chris will get her back, I don't know of any one person who can outsmart him on the road as of yet" She rubbed her eyes which were still burning from the flash grenade that was thrown. She somehow managed to stumble into the elevator while she was blind and start it up.

"I seriously doubt I can have as much confidence as you can in him" Leon said looking at the selection of guns, as the elevator slammed down passed this floor, with screams issuing out from it.


YAY! I finally finished the damn thing, took me over a month to write but . . . Yea! Well, here is my update FINALLY, sorry it took so long, you don't understand how much of a BITCH that driving scene was! Expect another chapter up sometime . . . Sooner!