Collide

By Rezie

A/n: Wow, guys I haven't updated in the longest. Sorry. High school has been Drama, Drama, and Drama. Lol. But I'm back on track. And here's the next chapter, hope you guy's enjoy it. Leave a review! Pwease!

TheNoLifeQueen: Thanks for the review. And I was wondering where you went…lol. Anyway I tried to update soon this time.

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SilverSpoons: Yeah I was thinking the same thing; Billy and Jill would make a nice couple but…. that would be a completely different story…hehe… Thanks for reviewing.

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Chapter 11: White Weddings and Bloody Barrels

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"Let me go, you bastard" Rebecca Chambers spat. Wesker's rough fingers found their way around her curvaceous hips, bringing his pelvis close to hers.

The officer struggled to escape but she was pinned up onto a metal board that rotated up and down, but now laid flat on the wall -upright. Her wrist were restrained by metal bonds and so where her ankles. "Don't touch me, you fuck!" She raved, now struggling furiously to escape. Wesker grinned, laughed even and brought his hands higher on her waist, sliding them inside her petite shirt and caressing her creamy white skin.

Tears began streaming down her almond eyes, still struggling. At this moment she tried to picture anyone else touching her, molesting her other than Wesker. She imagined Billy, but her tries were futile. His hands were rough and dry, scaling around her body and his privates yearning to escape.

Wesker massaged her Size B 32 breast with his fingers underneath her black bra, lowering them down until they reached her belt. Unbuckling the black belt, he pulled it out of the loops, dropped it on the floor and examined her slender legs in those Brazilians. Rebecca screamed even louder, crying at the same moment. But her screaming and fear made Wesker even hotter. Wet tears slid down her cheeks which were reddened. Coughing the tears back, the officer struggled even more even though she knew she couldn't escape at all.

Unbuttoning her pants, he slid both his hands inside feeling the sides of her thong and felt inside of it, feeling the wetness and heat as he moved his slender fingers in and out. Breathing inside her ear, he spoke quietly. "You'd wish you were dead now wouldn't you?" Wesker laughed and removed his fingers, slowly with his exit caressing her hips, giving her a devilish grin and leaving Rebecca drenched in her angry tears.

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Ada and Leon had taken the same route Billy and Jill took, climbing into the same vent and ending up into the same room. And as did Jill, Leon had found the Automatiic Toiis Codecs and being Ada, she knew what they were and explained it to him. And this was the only time they had spoken since the entire trip.

It was so ironic how different they were and how in love both were, and then again how much hatred both had for each other. Anyone would ask them if so they hated each other that much, why not separate and halt aiding each other, what good would that bring them? Being the rouge spies they were they could handle their own problems.

But the thing was they couldn't stay away from each other and eventually they'd have their breaking point.

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"Styne, can you please hurry up and eat" Rachael sighed and leaned back in her Italian-made seat. The flaming red-head bit at his second Cheese Burger hungrily. Slit eyed him, aggravated as did Rachael.

"The girl is going to leave goddamn stench in our fucking car." Slit groaned.

"I hate the smell of dead on leather" Rachael added. Styne paused eating for a second and gave them both a wide grin before taking another bite out of his half-eaten burger slowly.

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"What are you doing?" Billy examined Jill, walking side by side in this empty corridor which the appearance of guards was imminent. It was unlike every hall in the factory which loomed with those guards and their mundane umbrella symbols.

They did their best keeping quiet, stalking around the corners and missing the angry eyes of those Umbrella officials. Neither did they wonder what would have happened if they were caught, because they wouldn't be and they knew it. And that was the ironic thing.

Jill frowned, irritated, as she toggled with her codec. "Jill..."Billy stared at her with his natural 'what the fuck' look. Her face was scrunched up, as cute as could be.

"I erased your frequency by accident and I'm trying to redo it…" She sighed. The Codecs had a memory for the frequencies you're given, "it's pretty nifty" would be what Rebecca would have said.

"Gimmie…" Billy pulled it from Jill but being stubborn and independent, she held onto it like a child on her lollipop.

Like tug-o-war.

Suddenly a fizzing sound erupted from the object, a charming voice from beyond saying familiar slander to a familiar ignorant cop.

The two stopped their childishness and listened hard to the codec. "Ada…"Jill questioned, speaking to the object as if it could answer back. And it did.

Billy just shrugged. "Hello…" came from the other line, as confused at this as they were.

"Jill…" Leon's voice now came.

"Yeah" The brunette responded, calmly.

After all the "Why are you guys here and Ada's I told you not to come here" they finally concluded to meet up somewhere in the main lobby of the facility, that was where Ada and Leon were (they took a different route than Billy and Jill –left instead of right).

Everything seemed to go right for them once, but what goes up must come crashing down.

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In the lobby everything was quiet, abandoned. It was what remained of a lobby, all charred and misplaced. Below the lobby, down the cellar stairs was where Jill and Billy lurked and where Ada and Leon successfully escaped without getting caught, now lounging in the vacant room.

Ada was a patient woman even at a tender age; she had always learnt how to wait. Learning patience was a committed talent, learning hate was self-taught and learning love took time and effort.

Be Blunt; be honest.

Ada repeated these foreboding words in her head.

"Leon…" She spoke. What was she waiting for?

He turned toward her. It was evident the previous events still rung in his mind, the kiss and the aftermath of it which was less magical in every term.

"Where did everything go wrong?" Why was she asking? Didn't she already know the answer or was it she needed to her it from someone else other than herself?

"When we couldn't let go of our past" He answered, hesitantly.

Ada shifted in position by a wrecked soda machine; sometimes tapping it with her elbow, just to hear the metal and flesh clang which reminded her of her sorry existence.

He walked near her, facing her fiery eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, curious. It surprised him that he wanted to know everything about her, every thought –good or bad.

"You" She weakly smiled, standing up and stretching a bit before finding a place on the wall behind her. "What are you thinking about?"

"You" Leon answered. And for once the tension had disappeared. Was it a sign of weakness? To forget about the past? Or was it pure ignorance?

The thing was neither cared.

Leon moved toward her, instinctively. This was everything he wanted to hear, everything he imagined and everything he yearned for. And he knew it couldn't be real, but it was. And he knew everything he wanted couldn't be happening, and it was. And he knew he couldn't hope, because then he'd be let down.

He moved closer, keeping his gentle eyes on her livid ones. They were always livid, had some type of anger within, something he wanted to know even if he'd get killed trying.

Ada smiled sexily and sweetly, tilting her head in a teenage behavior. And he caught her tilt with the palm of his hand, soft and gentle.

He moved closer.

And this time, she didn't flinch and move farther.

And he was so close, Leon could feel her breathing. Poetic, he thought. This moment was a Poet's dream.

And Ada moved in. Moved in to kiss him. And his lips were soft and kind and every emotion she had never felt.

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Mangled flesh came into view, torn apart and hanging on to bare skin with dried blood. A face so decrepit and deceased followed his view, a face so filled with sorrow it would drown itself in his own blood.

Shots were fired. The dead were killed with a gentle hole to the head and the soft sound of skull meeting bullet. And the footsteps ran. Ran away from his haunting past.

"Sir. Chris Redfield from campsite 0086, situation secured"

He pressed the collar of his shirt where a device was held. From the device came a string voice.

"Good work. Mendez called to ask help from campsite 0073.Head there as soon as possible."

"Yes. Sir" Chris replied.

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"And when you're an angel, please don't watch over me because I don't want you to be ashamed"

Eyes like tired jewels skimmed over the torn page. And this line was all that was written in cursive, with tattered edges and burnt parts. On the back was more writing, bold.

Shaunte. I Love You, Claire.

She wondered and wondered what it meant. Shaunte.

"Babe, what are you reading?" Strong hands touched her slender shoulders lovingly.

"Nothing" Claire Redfield tucked it away in her hoodie's pocket.

He nodded. Lying.

"Baby, come on the wedding planner's here"

She nodded, tucked away the edge of the paper deeper inside her kangaroo-pouch pocket. On the edge was in small manuscript. Love, Steve Burnside.

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A/n: So how was it? I know some parts are confusing, but trust me later on in the story everything will come to play. Leave a review and I hope u enjoyed this chapter.