Collide
By Rezie
A/n:
KhasKlwn Hey. Thank you very much for your reviews. And poor Leon too, so confused…
ShadesOfBlood: Yeah, I agree this chapter was a bit more horrific. Thanks for the review.
Kiki0303: Plot twist, eh? I hope you enjoyed it though. Thank-you for reviewing.
Luna-Starr: Yup, Billy is a hottie. ;) Anyway thanks for leaving a review.
SilverSpoons: No by the line 'He's my brother' me saying Ada kept to her quiet self was just that she kept her composure but she did say it out loud. Thanks for the review.
Sorry, I took long updating. I got kinda grounded, and then the goddamn Hurricane Katrina and afterward I just got lazy...Lol. Anyway I'm done and I hope you all like this chapter.
-Rezie
Disclaimer: Stark is a character from the Stephen King book, The dark half. He does not belong to me in any way or form. I have only implicated him in this fan fiction and twisted his name (St. Ark) and characteristics. Also the Resident Evil franchise does not belong to me but Capcom. And the 'codec' idea was from Metal Gear solid. And you'll know why I say that in this chapter.
Quick Re-cap of Chapter 9:Deep Rooted Past
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A grin played with his lips. The trigger of the gun played with his fingers.
"Styne, drop the gun" Leon ordered cautiously, tipping his gun on his thumb trying to show the con-artist no harm. His blood-red tresses cut in the middle, shadowed his face. The gel had faded, leaving his naturally straight and dyed hair crisp and messed.
Ignoring Leon's words, Styne pulled his weapon closer to Madison's temple.
The 24 year-old had entered the hotel so quickly. A few bullet-holes in the sliding-door, smoke bombs, a crash landing and boom, he had shot Scarlett –dead- and next thing you knew his beloved hand-gun was now facing Madison.
Ada blankly stared at him, into his pale face and dark eyes.
"This is my job" Styne smiled, talking to no one in particular and left a bullet-hole into Madison's temple. Color washed out from her face, blood dripped down from her shattered skull as her body fell lifeless.
Death was so instant. But Madison showed no fear because her death was another portal to life. Cheesy as it sounds, she never left her beliefs. And death wasn't much of a fear, it was more of a beginning.
Before dropping onto the floor Styne quickly caught her, brought her in a close hold with him and shifted around to make his escape.
Leon fired several bullets at him, but the attacks were futile because of his bullet proof vest.
Before leaping to his getaway, he twisted his head, eyeing Ada and giving her a mysterious wink. After all the action had dissipated, Leon was fueled with a sudden rush of turmoil.
"What the hells wrong with you!" Leon shouted at Ada. Two young girls were dead and she didn't even help to stop them. Though Scarlett's death was too quick for any of them, but she just let Styne go without a pursuit to attack whilst he escaped with Madison.
And that wink.
"You're a back-stabbing bitch." He growled, holding up his hand-gun to her forehead. All the emotions he felt for her were tunneled into one pit, and now all the antagonism was launched. How could she have deceived him….again?
He gave her his trust. And she let Styne go, and maybe after he was gone, she planned to kill Leon. All a plan against him. But he wouldn't let him be made a fool, he wouldn't let her hurt him even further.
"You're a fucking traitor." He gritted his teeth, fingers near-close to firing his weapon and killing this woman he…..loved.Even though he loved her, she would kill him too.
How could she do this to him? Why? Was it all a corrupt plan? Was the pill planted? Did she use his emotions against him?
Was this all a game and he was the main target?
"He's my brother…" Ada almost cried out, but stayed to her quiet-self.
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Chapter 10: The tempo
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"For an epoch of time the calm will take over. Like after a ferocious storm. And then the nightmare will strike again. Thus the tempo of life goes on" His elbows rested on tense knees, foot lightly thumping on the concrete. The hanging candelabras swayed and flickered from above. On the side of the narrow room was a hazy fish tank. Like a board that reached high (below the top of the roof of about an inch) and ended at the bottom –like a wide sliver. On the side were fresh blood marks and in the foggy water, the sign of life lurked.
Other than the lights and sullied water nothing laid in the tapered room, added the two metal fold out seats; Wesker in one and the infamous Bane in the other –face to face.
The albino snake twirled around his wrist, hissing. "I ask you to leave the three alone now." He casually said, observing his snake. It owned such an exotic characteristic, something untouchable and when touched, dangerous.
"Oh, Bane .We've known each other for a while." He smiled. "And you know I always get what I want" Wesker threatened.
"Why'd you bring me here?" Bane inquired.
"Why'd you come here?" Wesker retaliated with another question.
"Those three belong to me and I wanted to tell you personally and pick them up myself for precautionary reasons, you know?"
"Hmm, you don't trust me?" The madman smiled.
"Why here?" Bane asked again.
"For discussion, Bane" Wesker rose from the rickety seat and neared the mysterious assassin. "You're an old killer." He sneered, leaving a silence to separate them. Bane became uneasy and slowly inched around from Wesker's conniving glare. "It's time" Wesker whispered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a miniscule remote with one button.
"Time for what?" Bane asked unsure and cautiously eyed the control, his eyes burning into Wesker.
Wesker just smirked, a cynical one.
"What! We had a deal. They already killed the girl and are bringing her back, so now you give me the substance needle, then their mine again" Bane raised angrily, but Wesker fiercely pushed him back with his foot. The chair didn't even budge as if it was glued onto the concrete.
"No. Their mine and so is the substance needle." He smiled, wording the threat casually. "If your dead"
Bane hissed, copying his snake which tightened the grip around his wrist. Wesker pressed his palms of Bane's tired knees, pushing as much of his body weight and pressure down. With eye contact, it was visible the assassin was in dire need of help and the pain was excruciating.
"I don't understand why the people of Venice fear you. You're aged and worthless. What they fear is your legacy and your enigma, but what they should fear is…me"
Clicking the one button control, metal straps from within the chair popped out and secured Bane from escaping. Wesker just laughed and hurried to the door near the fish tank. Before leaving, he pressed another switch hidden on the tank. Bane didn't even budge, Wesker owned immense strength that was for sure.
The door shut harshly. From atop the tank, a portion slid open.
Bane struggled to escape the straps, but his tries were futile. Yes, he was elderly gentleman. –a sophisticated business man with the most monstrous intentions.
He could have used his talents for humankind but instead of helping he'd devote his misshapen life into planning, killing and rewards. He'd recruit those on his same path or even on the verge and lead them along as his master had led him along. But he would not fault like his Boss, he would not die out. That was why he yearned so for the substance needle, chemical 30.fo.
The serum that was known to be extinct since the days of Christ. And ironically Wesker obtained that immortality serum. How? That was a total anonymity.
That's why he did the risky business of lending his crew to the deceptive madman. And those three owed him money that Wesker would deliver, so it was win/win. But his mastermind plan took a big turn right here when their agreements were twisted and he was backstabbed.
From the glass seal that slid to an open atop the murky fish-tank, the sign of life stirred from within, making inexplicable bubbles. A warmth rolled on the side making glossy marks as the prints scattered with every movement, smearing the prints among the glass.
Fear beset upon the assassin. Paranoia sustained in his mind, a closet of claustrophobia bothered him such because of the straps that contained him, making him immobile. A metallic exoskeleton came into view. Black marks, the size of pennies outlined the top. The thing was the head of this creature was nothing. It was a gaping black hole. On the top of the volcanic shaped sides where coin-like outlets.
Suddenly the serpentine like creature slithered from within its cage, longer than imagined. This was a rather ironic situation. Bane, the renowned snake lover was going to be murdered by his beloved creatures. His own albino snake crawled upwards his arm in desolate fear and slinked within his shirt, cowering. This monumental snake before them could frighten its very own species into hiding.
From the coin-like holes prickly vines emerged attaching onto a sprouted snake-head with fangs the size of icicles. His head was a faint gray, like he was made out of stone. But within those eyes was a frightening red glare.
With a swift movement he exited his cage, ramming into the glass leaving it smithereens. And with another rapid slither he engulfed Bane and his prized snake in one gulp. Chair and all. The assassin's eyes rolled into large white circles.
The snake seemed superior to the fish-tank. But the tank rose high above, very high, enough to contain it; thus which the snake would have to revolve itself into many spiraling rolls.
The outline of its meal was shown through its leathery skin, sliding down in a pool of acidic remains which could burn right through the skin and bones.
On entry Bane was chomped down by those fangs, right through his sides. And within the snake, his screams were heard. The chair was crushed down showing the visible strength. The snake was flattened to a juicy bound of leather and guts. Bane's bones where heard crushing, skin flattening, fatty tissue impounded until what was left of him was a card-board liquefied man easily swallowed into that acidic burial.
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At age four, Billy Coen learned how to ride his bike without training wheels before his friends and cousin did; before anyone he knew at that age at that matter. He was a determined boy and with that determination was a fueling anger.
He was an only child and he never really had anyone to rely on other than his mother and himself. Though she was never home, trying to earn money. And how she earned that money was a so-called sinner's job. After his father had left when he was not even conceived, living was hard and as the days passed by, it became much more difficult.
How do you tell a crying four-year-old that there's no food for tonight?
His mother didn't know so rather than trying to finish high school and deal with her ashamed parents who had abandoned her at the news of a child, she moved away to her cousin's trailer park, lived with them as they offered graciously and became that job most looked down upon, a prostitute. But she would never tell young Billy.
She would never tell him how she got the money to buy him that bike.
Years later, at age 15 he noticed his mother's sickness was spreading and it was eating her alive. A year ago he discovered her job and rather than look down upon her, he understood. And that's all she wanted. But years ago the disease had already begun and was already doing its work. He could still remember her crying eyes in that hospital bed. There were no treatments for Aids.
Until he could leave for the army, trying to make a better life for himself and his remaining family, mom's cousin Aunt Frankie raised him along with her sole son, Jericho who was named after her dead brother - killed at the streets when she was just a child. She was a wise woman, determined and kind but deep inside her soul was dying. She still worked the job she had when they first moved in, a fast-food worker.
Their father had abandoned them too. Left her after having Jericho for a prettier and richer whore. And those men, he'd never become- not like his father or his goddamn uncle Luke.
Alone and self-reliant -that's what he had become when Aunt Frankie died because of a bunch of thugs 2 years later when he was 17. His life was all death; he thanked God so much for his cousin and that he spared his young life, but he spite him for the souls he had taken away. Jericho or Echo as he was nicknamed just three years younger than Billy.
He couldn't cease the crying and the sorrow he felt. His withdrawal from his dark past and the losses were the drugs. But he knew he had to take care of his cousin..
That's a partial reason he joined the army, to kill those who'd hurt them, to protect those he loved.
His life was filled with so much hatred but they deserved something better. Better than he'd ever get.
On the other side of the fence was Jill Valentine -well endowed with beautiful looks, sweet and charismatic.
No tattoos or earrings other than on her perfectly shaped ears, no guns hidden in her under-wear drawer, not having to visit the graves of those she loved, and no thugs breaking and entering around her neighborhood.
Her child-hood was ordinarily well. She had friends, boyfriends, a loving and healthy family and a home. Why she entered the law enforcement business was because of her father. She was a daddy's girl and would always be. He soon retired and she made it her duty to relive the Valentine legacy, that preeminent name.
Those differences would separate them, their past would haunt them. But what truly mattered is the person you are now, despite appearance, beauty, past, experiences and even reasons. And that's what bonded all of them, despite the turmoil, despite the greed and hatred, despite the fairy tale lives -they were all victims of Umbrella.
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It was a large factory situated on the edge of this hill. At the bottom were sharp rocks and the glum ocean. The sun was setting and the revolving day had begun to stir to its dark sleep.
The land was deserted with rotting weeds and dying grass.
"So they call you Wes?" Jill asked.
"Yeah…"He sighed, strolling around the back cautiously as Jill followed. At every window they'd bend low and their foot-steps were so faint their presence was unidentified.
"Bryan Wes" Jill mused. "How'd you get that?"
Billy stared back at her with a soft smile, examining her idealistic features. "During the army, one of my comrades had saved my life; pushed me away from a bullet that nearly killed me on the battlefield and instead he took it for me. His name was Bryant Weston"
"Did he live?" Jill asked curios.
"Has a wife, two kids and that white picket fence he always wanted" Billy grinned.
"Good" Jill smiled.
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They stood at the back lot of the factory. At the bottom-left corner was a vent. Billy lowered on his stomach and peeled the opening of the shaft away. A rickety noise emitted from it as he struggled to carefully jar it out.
Setting the dusty top aside, he began crawling through trying to navigate; Jill followed.
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Below them were the footfalls of Umbrella guards -Wesker's security to be exact. Through the slits, they could see them dressed in all-black uniforms; carrying Ak-40s and their faces' were covered by unrevealing black helmets.
Finally they caught nothingness below them. Nothing moved -no footfalls, no rattling, and no guards. The boxer carefully lifted the vent and hopped down, feet falling flat. Staring up, Jill stared down at him like an angel from heaven. Extending his arms to catch her, Jill just smiled and plunged down purposely missing his net.
Billy retracted his arms and gave her a pleasant smile.
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Jason Capote leaned down, inspecting the accomplices. They were still in their mutated forms, but a bit duller in color. Jase took several samples astonished by these ugly things as Wendy called them. Wendy and Dan took a quick breather, talking about the day's events outside at the Whitehouse porch.
Daniel Rodriguez smiled giving Wendy Carter a high five. Earlier in the evening they played a fairly humorous prank on Jase, saying the accomplices had suddenly been resurrected but being Jase he didn't believe a word of it.
From inside the white house Jase stared hard at one of the accomplices. The cloth was removed, wrinkled and laying beside the creature. He stared so deeply at it that a hole could have been made. Jase focused even more; suddenly its claws flinched a bit, just a bit.
Frightened, Jase back-tracked away from it, rose to his strong legs and rushed outside to where Dan and Wendy conversed. The 'no crossing' tape was ripped. It spread across the opening as the double doors were left ajar in an 'x'.
"What's wrong, my man?" Dan smiled, faking a Jamaican accent.
"It moved" Jase almost but screamed.
"What moved?" Wendy furrowed her waxed brows.
"Those goddamn demons. I saw it flinch" Jase swallowed.
"You know me and Dan were kidding back then, right?" Wendy laughed lightly, as Dan agreed.
"I'm serious" Jase's eyes widened.
"You're just trying to get us back. Okay you win, now cool it" Dan nodded and lazily stared at Jase whose veins seemed that they'd just pop out of his neck.
"Guys, what the fuck that thing did mo-"Before he could finish his sentence, out of nowhere the cloth beside the creature moved away and unfolded, falling on the floor cleanly and straight.
"What the hell!" Dan yelled, bringing forth the attention from their lieutenant and the other workers.
"Jase..." Wendy whispered, touching his shoulder softly, as if she did touch it he'd disappear into sand.
The officer's shoulder blade split from the rest of his body, sliding down briskly in a diagonal fall. His neck was sliced off neatly, head dropping onto the floor with a thud. And with the swift cuts came the spurt of blood, smearing down like a bleeding waterfall. The kill was so surreal, so fiction but it did happen, occurred right before their frightened eyes.
All that could be heard with Jase's mutilated body falling down onto the concrete, a pool of blood drowning him and the frightened screams from the audience and Wendy and the unearthly gasp from Dan.
And the accomplice was gone. Gone like Jase.
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Alone and out of sight in a back-alley the accomplice assumed human form. It was simpler blending in when you appeared like everyone else, being an ugly killing machine would just make you stick out like a sore thumb.
Limbs and tendons stretched out and stretched in forming legs, arms and such. The thorny seeds succumbed inside, hidden. Face twisted and shaped into a woman's petite countenance. Despite everything, the accomplice was a very attractive woman. Eyes shaped like almonds, lips rosy and full, angelic eyelashes, a straight and tiny nose, an astonishing facial structure and a blonde pixie haircut.
Straightening out her back, a grin touched her full lips. A conniving one. "Back to business" She smiled, cracking her fingers several times.
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"What's this?" Jill lifted up a dusty, metallic suitcase hinged shut by a gold lock. She blew the dust away which scattered in the air and smoothed out the top with her palm. Wiping the dust on her black cargos, she stood from her kneeling position and placed it on top of a metal table (it laid underneath). By now an average woman would have fainted wearing stilettos for such a long while, but this was Jill Valentine. Pain was just a word.
On the top of the case read: Made by Automatiic Toiis IInc.
"I dunno, open it" Billy answered, pulling out his handgun and clipping off the lock with a bullet. Jill, startled, dropped the case and glared at Billy menacingly. He shrugged.
"The guards could have heard us, ass" She sneered.
"And I would've clipped them too"
The F.B.I agent sighed at his cockiness and returned to her investigation. In the room, which was like a large Janitor's closet where all his things were amassed –cleaning products and etc. Billy did find a pack of orbit which he took but everything else was just crap as Jill put it.
Jill peeled the top open, the gold lock laid beside. A black soft Styrofoam molded four small items, like walkie-talkies. On the inside of the top was written: Automatiic Codecs by AutoToiis.
"Codecs?" Jill questioned.
"Walkie-talkies, but you can contact more than one person. They use frequencies like 99.2 or 87.1, like radio stations. Their saved in the memory files and the screen right there" Billy pointed at the blank monitor on the Ipod sized gadget. "Is used for visual contact. You can see who you're talking to and vice-versa. We used these in the army" Billy explained.
Jill grinned, pleased by his knowledge. "Handy" The agent said. "What's our frequency?"
"It's says it at the back of the thing" Billy picked up one of the army-green Codecs and flipped it over. On the back like he said was a clear removable sticker that said their frequencies.
Jill plucked one up and closed the case. On Jill's codec was 100.2 and on Billy's codec was 78.5. Both contacted each other and saved it in memory if anything would separate them. "C'mon let's go find Becca" Billy smiled and pushed the door open a bit. "Clear"
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"Your brother…." Leon repeated in disbelief. His body felt numb at this news and slowly he situated himself upon the bed, like a leaf descending from its branch. "But he doesn't even have your last name" Leon tried to understand. He needed to get things straight; he wouldn't let Ada trick him again, maybe this was part of her plan if she had one. And if so this was true, he made a complete and utter fool of himself. And to God, he hoped it wasn't and then again, to God he hoped it was.
"He changed it. His real name is Adam Stynel Wong." She sighed. "After our parents were assassinated, he just changed. Changed not just the name, but as in everything. He ran away from everyone he knew –from me and I never saw him again only when I became an agent. And then we weren't siblings or those kids playing with their Salvation Army-given teddy bears, no, we were suddenly enemies" She spoke with such locked up sadness, her voice shook as if she were to cry any moment but as usual she kept her composure, she kept her emotions bottled up.
"Is it all true?" Leon asked, making sure.
"Trust me this time, I would never hurt you"
"But you have"
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The silence was getting to them, the girl's body was lying on the floor drowning in her blood and their mission was still on their minds. First they were to figure out where Styne took her, if anything even though Madison was dead they needed to find out why they yearned for her so.
"Why is everything between us always have to be fucked up?" Leon asked.
"Because it was never unfucked up" Ada smirked and so did Leon. "Where are Billy and Jill?" Ada asked, suddenly it came to her that they weren't there.
"Hmm" Leon crossed his arms and leaned on the queen bed. "They said they were going to check out the town".
"Check out the town!" She blurted.
"Yeah, what?" Leon furrowed his brows.
"Those idiots just sent themselves into a deathtrap" She snarled, she knew they should have listened to her and they didn't and now her and Leon would probably have to save their sorry asses.
"But their just checking the town" He still didn't follow.
"It's your entire goddamn fault. I told you to not let them go out!" She glared at him.
"What, no you didn't!"
"Well I thought you'd already know not to let them out" She grimaced.
"No I didn't, their not dogs. What's wrong with you, is someone menstruating?" He glared, annoyed
"What the hell! You always try to make things a goddamn joke. Everything is a fucking joke to you, isn't it?"
"Oh my God, don't start. We have a dead girl in out room and we need to do what needs to be done and not stress over those two who are just checking out the town and will eventually be coming back."
"They're not checking out the damn town!"
"What are you talking about?" Surprisingly, Leon was still utterly confused at her outbreak and the two were bickering about nonsense. But this argument took their mind away from their mixed emotions about their romance.
"They went to Bella Point to rescue Rebecca" She clarified, still grimacing.
"No, they went to check out the town" He breathed.
"Stop being so fucking slow" She snarled, aggravated and grabbed his shirt roughly. But then a light bulb appeared. Bella point. Styne. Madison.
"I got it. I know where Styne is" Ada gave him a bright smile
"You are so Bi-polar"
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A/n: Okies I kinda cut this chapter a little short. But in the next chapter they all end up in the Factory up in Bella Point….with WESKER! Lol