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31
Chris stepped up the stairs towards the second floor. He could have used the elevator instead however he didn't want to alert the commandos that were still alive. It took him one minute to gather all his courage and go for the plunge. Yeah right it was either that or wait for the monsters to get him first. Not a very honourable death. But what was honourable rushing into a place filled with monsters that you know will kick your ass ten ways to Sunday? He stopped and thought, and then began again. He was only here because of Claire…and the other matter of Umbrella.
He paced up grasping onto his gun very tightly. He almost kissed it before, thanking God that he had a very powerful gun. The lights were bright and showed the way clearly, he wiped his brow of sweat and took in a deep breath. It was Alexia, he didn't want to fight her all over again, and it was hard enough back in the Antarctic base. At least there he had the Multi-Launcher to blow the shit out of her. But what was so bewildering was how did she survive? She blew up; even bits of her landed on him when he was escaping. That is if she is alive, but it had to be, that song still drifted through his mind like a plague. It had to be her.
Unless it was actually her demented cross-dressing freak of a brother. But Claire had told him that he was dead. She even said the drop was too far for anyone to survive let alone an Ashford. Unless he was carrying the T-Veronica virus too. No, if it took fifteen years for Alexia's body to adapt to the virus then Alfred couldn't have had the virus in him.
He didn't know, everything was going pear shaped. He had his suspicions that the information on Umbrella was too easy. All the floor plans and everything were too easy. And Claire, she was stuck in the middle yet again to fend for herself with no weapon. He frowned angry mostly with himself for neglecting her for so long. He sighed pushing the thought out of his head; it wasn't the right place or time for this.
He had to stay focused and alert.
He stopped walking and faced the long corridor. There were only three doors, straight ahead, to the left and to the right. He glanced at his watch and already five minutes had gone. What was he doing wasting time? He exhaled and walked to the right door. He placed his back to the wall holding his gun up. He mentally counted up to three thrusting the door open and checking for any signs of foul play.
It was only a storeroom, nothing more and nothing less. There was nothing of interest inside either apart from a small blowtorch. He picked it up and shoved it in his bag. He moved out again aiming from left to right, he shifted to the opposite door in front of him and kicked it open.
He waited, listening to hear anything out of the ordinary. Nothing so he walked inside keeping an eye out and stopped.
"Oh dear," he breathed staring at a deformed looking body. By the clothes he could only assume that it was one of H.C.F's operatives. His body was covered in blood and Chris could only make out his crucifix under all the red. The flesh seemed torn, ripped by something razor sharp. Chris bent down examining the wounds, he'd seen this all before. Back in Raccoon City, Rockford and the Antarctic.
Hunters.
He shuddered; he really hated them nasty looking beasts. Wesker's favourite plaything, "Damnit," he muttered. He just, for once, didn't want to deal with Hunters. Just once.
He stood up and checked the entire area finding nothing other than a dead body, looked like an employee, a dead zombie and another dead commando again having the same wounds as his partner.
The place was clean, but it didn't mean that the Hunter or Hunters weren't lurking around.
He backed up leaving the room and headed for the last one on the level. He walked up having a huge sense of doubt. He could understand why, if the Hunter or Hunters wasn't through door number one or two, then door number three, being third time lucky, would have a high chance of containing them.
He kept walking towards the door, and it felt as if the hallway was stretching out before him making his journey a lot harder to complete. He stood by the door breathing in and out has fast as he could. He reached for the door and stopped, just letting his hand rest on the metallic handle. He stepped back unable to go in, he knew he was being stupid, if there were anything inside they would get to him even if he didn't go in. And then there was Claire; she could be in there trapped or unconscious surrounded by those things. It pushed him to reach for the handle again and flung the door open. He stood at the threshold listening to the deafening silence and gazing at the eternal darkness. He gulped wiping his face and neck of sweat.
He leant forward touching the inside walls for a light switch. He cursed mentally feeling nothing but wall. "Right," he whispered, "It's now or never."
He moved in keeping his back to the wall, the opened door was good for two reasons, escaping and its light. Although dim that it was, it's light helped him contain his anxiety.
Almost.
The room seemed quite large; he stopped only one metre away from the door.
"Claire?" he called out. She didn't answer. Maybe she wasn't in there. He exhaled moving back to the door but stopped again. What if she was unconscious? Lying inside the dark bleeding to death?
Something moved, a faint sound of rustling clothes. His head moved to the direction before he could even think. The same sound appeared again but to his left. He aimed his gun up concentrating hard. The thing was giggling, a soft female sound filled with wicked fun.
Alexia!
He gulped again, dreading to face her for a second time. But it had to be done or things and many innocent lives would die if he didn't at least try and finish her. He took in a huge breath and pushed himself off the wall walking deeper into the darkness. He didn't know what he was going to accomplish walking in the dark blind. Knowing her she would be watching him already. Closely monitoring his movements before getting bored and ending it there and then.
He swirled within his spot checking behind, in front, above, below, left, right trying to locate her and her 'creations'. She moved again as quickly as lighting and laughed, a much louder tone echoing within the room.
"Chris and Claire went up the hill, to fetch pail of water. Chris fell down and broke his crown, and Claire…" she emphasised on Claire's name. She paused to laugh, "…And Claire came tumbling after," she giggled again, laughing at her sick joke.
Chris frowned forcing his anxiety away and replacing it with aggression, "Why don't you face me Alexia?"
She didn't reply, instead she just hummed along to her song watching him squirm.
The humming was getting to him, she kept singing and singing that twisted nursery rhyme, "Shut up!" he cried, but she only laughed again delighted that he was crumbling with nothing more than a rhyme. But he was also boring her…
Chris froze, he heard snarling, faint that it was it was getting louder and louder. He turned to face the growling and prepared himself for it.
"Chris and Claire went up the hill to fetch a pail of water…"
Something ran forward knocking him down. He kept a hold of his gun, aimed and shot inside the darkness. Whatever it was vanished. He stood up glaring for something to pop out again. Thudding came running towards him knocking him to the floor again. His gun fell from his grip and into the blackness. He looked up seeing a howling Hunter above him; it picked him up and shoved him into the floor. He smashed his head losing all focus and control. He didn't know what to do, he wouldn't see properly and he lost his gun.
Then something light walked forward, its face was blurry but the shine of its golden hair was something he couldn't miss. It lay just under its waist. It laughed, no she laughed.
"…Chris fell down and broke his crown…" she sang still filled with amusement. She bent down closer to him and touched his head. She came away with a drop of blood. She grinned sucking her finger dry, "Tasty."
The green monster stood just behind. It snarled eager to taste what she was enjoying, "Chris, Chris, Chris," she pouted almost disappointed, "I had high expectations of you. And now look, your mangled body lies helpless on the floor while my pet is dying to taste you," she sighed, "You're no fun."
She knelt down grabbing his shirt up and pulled him to his feet. She leant into his body and hugged him close to her chest as if he was a child, "It's almost sad to see you go," she whispered close to his ear. She moved back, his eyes were still out of focus and he didn't know if an angel or a demon was staring into his face. Her body was just too close for his comfort, he wouldn't mind it but she was Alexia and that was a huge problem.
Beautiful that she was, she was still a demon.
She moved closer to him allowing an inch between their lips. Her faint perfumed scent washed all over him like a breeze, she smiled gently laying her lips onto his, "But then again," she whispered, "I still have big plans for Claire. Big plans," she giggled shoving him back to the floor.
She moved to her pet and stroked it, running her nails across the reptilian skin. It gave out a soft purring sound from the back of its throat, "Have fun now Chris."
He sat up and stared as the blurry Alexia walked out into the dim light humming her song.
He turned to the Hunter still a little dazed. It snarled revealing its sharp teeth.
"I really hate Hunters."
31
Chris stepped up the stairs towards the second floor. He could have used the elevator instead however he didn't want to alert the commandos that were still alive. It took him one minute to gather all his courage and go for the plunge. Yeah right it was either that or wait for the monsters to get him first. Not a very honourable death. But what was honourable rushing into a place filled with monsters that you know will kick your ass ten ways to Sunday? He stopped and thought, and then began again. He was only here because of Claire…and the other matter of Umbrella.
He paced up grasping onto his gun very tightly. He almost kissed it before, thanking God that he had a very powerful gun. The lights were bright and showed the way clearly, he wiped his brow of sweat and took in a deep breath. It was Alexia, he didn't want to fight her all over again, and it was hard enough back in the Antarctic base. At least there he had the Multi-Launcher to blow the shit out of her. But what was so bewildering was how did she survive? She blew up; even bits of her landed on him when he was escaping. That is if she is alive, but it had to be, that song still drifted through his mind like a plague. It had to be her.
Unless it was actually her demented cross-dressing freak of a brother. But Claire had told him that he was dead. She even said the drop was too far for anyone to survive let alone an Ashford. Unless he was carrying the T-Veronica virus too. No, if it took fifteen years for Alexia's body to adapt to the virus then Alfred couldn't have had the virus in him.
He didn't know, everything was going pear shaped. He had his suspicions that the information on Umbrella was too easy. All the floor plans and everything were too easy. And Claire, she was stuck in the middle yet again to fend for herself with no weapon. He frowned angry mostly with himself for neglecting her for so long. He sighed pushing the thought out of his head; it wasn't the right place or time for this.
He had to stay focused and alert.
He stopped walking and faced the long corridor. There were only three doors, straight ahead, to the left and to the right. He glanced at his watch and already five minutes had gone. What was he doing wasting time? He exhaled and walked to the right door. He placed his back to the wall holding his gun up. He mentally counted up to three thrusting the door open and checking for any signs of foul play.
It was only a storeroom, nothing more and nothing less. There was nothing of interest inside either apart from a small blowtorch. He picked it up and shoved it in his bag. He moved out again aiming from left to right, he shifted to the opposite door in front of him and kicked it open.
He waited, listening to hear anything out of the ordinary. Nothing so he walked inside keeping an eye out and stopped.
"Oh dear," he breathed staring at a deformed looking body. By the clothes he could only assume that it was one of H.C.F's operatives. His body was covered in blood and Chris could only make out his crucifix under all the red. The flesh seemed torn, ripped by something razor sharp. Chris bent down examining the wounds, he'd seen this all before. Back in Raccoon City, Rockford and the Antarctic.
Hunters.
He shuddered; he really hated them nasty looking beasts. Wesker's favourite plaything, "Damnit," he muttered. He just, for once, didn't want to deal with Hunters. Just once.
He stood up and checked the entire area finding nothing other than a dead body, looked like an employee, a dead zombie and another dead commando again having the same wounds as his partner.
The place was clean, but it didn't mean that the Hunter or Hunters weren't lurking around.
He backed up leaving the room and headed for the last one on the level. He walked up having a huge sense of doubt. He could understand why, if the Hunter or Hunters wasn't through door number one or two, then door number three, being third time lucky, would have a high chance of containing them.
He kept walking towards the door, and it felt as if the hallway was stretching out before him making his journey a lot harder to complete. He stood by the door breathing in and out has fast as he could. He reached for the door and stopped, just letting his hand rest on the metallic handle. He stepped back unable to go in, he knew he was being stupid, if there were anything inside they would get to him even if he didn't go in. And then there was Claire; she could be in there trapped or unconscious surrounded by those things. It pushed him to reach for the handle again and flung the door open. He stood at the threshold listening to the deafening silence and gazing at the eternal darkness. He gulped wiping his face and neck of sweat.
He leant forward touching the inside walls for a light switch. He cursed mentally feeling nothing but wall. "Right," he whispered, "It's now or never."
He moved in keeping his back to the wall, the opened door was good for two reasons, escaping and its light. Although dim that it was, it's light helped him contain his anxiety.
Almost.
The room seemed quite large; he stopped only one metre away from the door.
"Claire?" he called out. She didn't answer. Maybe she wasn't in there. He exhaled moving back to the door but stopped again. What if she was unconscious? Lying inside the dark bleeding to death?
Something moved, a faint sound of rustling clothes. His head moved to the direction before he could even think. The same sound appeared again but to his left. He aimed his gun up concentrating hard. The thing was giggling, a soft female sound filled with wicked fun.
Alexia!
He gulped again, dreading to face her for a second time. But it had to be done or things and many innocent lives would die if he didn't at least try and finish her. He took in a huge breath and pushed himself off the wall walking deeper into the darkness. He didn't know what he was going to accomplish walking in the dark blind. Knowing her she would be watching him already. Closely monitoring his movements before getting bored and ending it there and then.
He swirled within his spot checking behind, in front, above, below, left, right trying to locate her and her 'creations'. She moved again as quickly as lighting and laughed, a much louder tone echoing within the room.
"Chris and Claire went up the hill, to fetch pail of water. Chris fell down and broke his crown, and Claire…" she emphasised on Claire's name. She paused to laugh, "…And Claire came tumbling after," she giggled again, laughing at her sick joke.
Chris frowned forcing his anxiety away and replacing it with aggression, "Why don't you face me Alexia?"
She didn't reply, instead she just hummed along to her song watching him squirm.
The humming was getting to him, she kept singing and singing that twisted nursery rhyme, "Shut up!" he cried, but she only laughed again delighted that he was crumbling with nothing more than a rhyme. But he was also boring her…
Chris froze, he heard snarling, faint that it was it was getting louder and louder. He turned to face the growling and prepared himself for it.
"Chris and Claire went up the hill to fetch a pail of water…"
Something ran forward knocking him down. He kept a hold of his gun, aimed and shot inside the darkness. Whatever it was vanished. He stood up glaring for something to pop out again. Thudding came running towards him knocking him to the floor again. His gun fell from his grip and into the blackness. He looked up seeing a howling Hunter above him; it picked him up and shoved him into the floor. He smashed his head losing all focus and control. He didn't know what to do, he wouldn't see properly and he lost his gun.
Then something light walked forward, its face was blurry but the shine of its golden hair was something he couldn't miss. It lay just under its waist. It laughed, no she laughed.
"…Chris fell down and broke his crown…" she sang still filled with amusement. She bent down closer to him and touched his head. She came away with a drop of blood. She grinned sucking her finger dry, "Tasty."
The green monster stood just behind. It snarled eager to taste what she was enjoying, "Chris, Chris, Chris," she pouted almost disappointed, "I had high expectations of you. And now look, your mangled body lies helpless on the floor while my pet is dying to taste you," she sighed, "You're no fun."
She knelt down grabbing his shirt up and pulled him to his feet. She leant into his body and hugged him close to her chest as if he was a child, "It's almost sad to see you go," she whispered close to his ear. She moved back, his eyes were still out of focus and he didn't know if an angel or a demon was staring into his face. Her body was just too close for his comfort, he wouldn't mind it but she was Alexia and that was a huge problem.
Beautiful that she was, she was still a demon.
She moved closer to him allowing an inch between their lips. Her faint perfumed scent washed all over him like a breeze, she smiled gently laying her lips onto his, "But then again," she whispered, "I still have big plans for Claire. Big plans," she giggled shoving him back to the floor.
She moved to her pet and stroked it, running her nails across the reptilian skin. It gave out a soft purring sound from the back of its throat, "Have fun now Chris."
He sat up and stared as the blurry Alexia walked out into the dim light humming her song.
He turned to the Hunter still a little dazed. It snarled revealing its sharp teeth.
"I really hate Hunters."