8. Chris

Suddenly everything seemed to fall, and hell seemed to break loose; at first, they all thought it'd been a simple blackout: an electricity shortage that would surely pass after a few minutes, but then, the call had come. Terra Save Medical Center was under a supposedly bioterrorist attack, and BSAA was currently in chaos. The equipment had gone offline when the energy got cut down, but as soon as the generator had kicked in and the power was back, everyone jumped into work; the problem was that something had happened to all the equipment during the blackout and most of them were unresponsive.

They had received an S.O.S call from the agents stationed in the hospital. However, they had lost the signal from the BSAA agents on duty at the MedCenter after they had reported the situation, and Chris had the horrible feeling that they were most probably no longer alive.

"We can't run in there with guns blazing and our lives in the line, Chris…" Jill had said when the man had intended to run straight into Med Center as soon as the alert had come, "We need to plan this out. We have no idea of what is in there, Chris. What if it is one of the creatures we saw when Claire was kidnapped?"

Chris hated when Jill was right, but he couldn't just sit there doing nothing while his recently recovered sister was inside of a building filled with god knew what sort of creatures.

"The attack was released specifically inside the Med Center. There was no detonation and no suspicious movements. It was premeditated…"

Jill was right. Bioterrorists liked to cause panic; if that was the case, why hadn't they attacked the town and instead focused the attack on one small MedCare center? The answer was so obvious that he couldn't understand why he hadn't caught the hint earlier.

"Claire…" he said.

"Yeah, I know you're worried, Chris, but…" Jill said, shaking her head.

"NO. I mean Claire. They attacked the center because Claire was there…"

Jill's eyes widened in realization.

"Oh, my god...that means…"

"Yeah, either they're trying to silence her before she speaks, or they are trying to retrieve her. None of the options is much of my liking…"

"Those fucking bastards don't know when to give up, do they?" Barry growled.

"We should try to contact Leon…" Jill suggested, "We need to let him know what's going on…"

Chris was about to reply when the buzzing of his phone interrupted him. A new message from Leon. That was odd. The man rarely sent him messages; usually, he would just call him directly.

"Speak of the devil…" Chris said, opening the message he had just received from Leon.

KENNEDY:

Chris, the MedCenter is under attack. B.O.W.s from the new strain, I believe. Claire recognized them, and she says they are blind but are sensitive to noises. As long as we stay silent, we should be able to avoid them, which is why I am writing you this. She seems to know what she's talking about, so I trust her entirely.

Claire knew the creatures? How was that possible? Chris pushed the thought away and continued reading.

Don't worry about Claire. I will make sure to keep her safe this time, but she's worried about you. So don't do anything harsh.

Harsh? Of course, he wouldn't do anything harsh. All he wanted to do was blow up some B.O.W guts and kick some terrorist's asses. In his opinion, that wasn't rash thinking. It was reasonable. Chris quickly typed back a reply and hit the send button.

"Leon says Claire knows the B.O.W.s," Chris told his friends, "According to her, they are blind, but with sharp hearing, so as long as they are quiet, they're safe."

"And how does Claire know that?" Barry asked, shocked.

"We can ask her when we have her back." Jill said, waving her hand, "The question now is what are we going to do to get them out?"

"Well, I…"

Once again, Chris was interrupted by his phone and seeing Leon's address once more, he couldn't help but wonder what was making the agent so chatty today; but as soon as he opened the message, he couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, Chris has finally lost it. Is he smiling at a message from Kennedy?" Barry snorted.

"No, Leon's. Claire's…" he replied, "Claire's says we should refrain from attacking until the sun is out. "

"The sun?"

"She says the B.O.W is photosensitive. Ring a bell?"

"Of course, we drag them out to the sun and...deep fry B.O.W for you." Barry said with a smirk, "That girl sure is smart…"

"Yeah… the brain of the family."

"But it makes me wonder…" Jill said, rubbing her chin, "does this mean it isn't the first time she's faced these creatures?"

Chris was considering Jill's words, and he could imagine what was going through her mind. Had Claire fought these creatures while she was kept captive? Suddenly, the trio was interrupted by the door flipping open. A young BSAA member stood at the door frame, panting and agitated.

"Captain Redfield, sir. Ms. Valentine, Mr. Burton!"

"Yeah, skip the honorifics, kid...what's going on?" Barry replied impatiently.

"The terrorist group, sir. They had sent a message. They hacked into our system."

"They what?"

Chris stomped to the nearest monitor and turned it on. Instead of the regular BSAA-issued home screen, the screen was completely white except for the figure in the center of the screen. It was some sort of ring that twisted itself, forming some sort of loop.

"What the hell…"

As if answering his question, a distorted voice began speaking.

"Oh, what fear man's bosom rendeth,

When from heaven the Judge descendeth,

On whose sentence all dependeth…(1)

"What the...?"

"Afraid, aren't you, Mr. Redfield?" a distorted voice sounded through the room's speakers.

"Who the fuck are you?" Chris snapped back.

"Now, now...let's not be rude. Here I came to check if your sister had liked our little present…"

"So you send those things to the MedCenter…!"

"Small thing, indeed. Just a little token of appreciation for Ms. Redfield. We wanted her to know we miss her and how much we want her back."

"You are not touching another hair from my sister, fucking bastard…"

"Oh, that's a pity. She has beautiful hair after all, especially when it looks crimson, just like blood…"

"You sick…"

"Who are you?" Jill interrupted, knowing that the person behind that voice was trying to taunt Chris, "What do you want?"

"Isn't that obvious? We have the power to create a better world. One in which viruses, parasites, and pathogens won't be a threat anymore. We are the saviors of mankind..."

"What?"

"That's rubbish," Barry said.

"What we are creating is a cure. Something that will put an end to all those bioengineered pathogens that have killed and destroyed so much. We will purge all those impurities and create a new life... a paradise for those who deserve it."

"Yeah, right. By creating more monsters?"

"Exitus Acta probat…." the voice replied, "All good things require sacrifices. In order to create something, sometimes you need to get rid of the unworthy."

"This is crazy. What you're doing is not different from terrorism!" Jill snapped at the screen.

"Oh, but it is. We are no terrorists. We are saviors. It's survival of fittest: Natural Selection. We are creating a better world by taking out the trash…"

"That's so sick…" Chris snapped, "What does my sister have to do with all of it?"

"Dear Ms. Redfield is just one of many keys. Naturally, we need her back."

Chris stared furiously at the screen.

"Who the hell are you?"

"My...my...but how rude of me. I haven't introduced ourselves. We...are Mobius."

There was a cold and silent pause. Chris had never heard about this group. He turned to his companions to see if they had any idea, but both Jill and Barry were as dumbfounded as him.

"You were the ones who kidnapped Claire 8 months ago?" Chris demanded to know, "Why?"

"Ah, Ms. Redfield. Yes, we needed her. She's quite a special person, you see? So smart, so brilliant and strong. We were not sure if it'd work at first, but she was beyond our expectations..."

"What did you do to her?"

"We turned her into an angel. What else?"

"Into what?" Barry growled.

"She's one of a selected few...a wonderful specimen with so much to offer. Her adaptation capacity proved to be astonishing."

"Just what the fuck did you do to my sister?"

"That, I am afraid, is a secret, Mr. Redfield."

"Secret my ass...tell me what you did to her..."

"She's a survivor...what we did just made her better. That's all I will tell you, and tonight we will see how much she's improved."

"I am going to find you, bastards, and I will tear you into pieces..." Chris growled.

"Oh, we will see that, Mr. Redfield...until then. Please, do tell Ms. Redfield, if she survives, that we miss her and that we will be waiting for her return…"

Before Chris could retort to that, the screen went black, and then it turned back to the original BSAA-themed screen. Chris punched the table with his fist. He'd die first before he let those crazy people have a hold of his sister ever again.

"Jesus...and I thought we had seen enough crazy people," Barry groaned.

"Saviours. Do they think they're making a better world by creating those monsters? I've never heard anything as crazy as that..."

"Well, he said it. It's the survival of the fittest. Get rid of all those people and keep those who can survive against those damn monsters. We gotta do something and fast..."

"I'll prepare a chopper. Whoever they are, they're just like any other crazy group we have handled before..." Jill said, pulling out her radio, "We need to hurry..."

"Ah, well, will this ever stop? It's one group of lunatics after another. It is just another group of foolish mad scientists..."

"Yeah. and this one is after, Claire."

And he'd be doomed if he let them have it.

(1) This is a piece of stanza that comes from the song/poem Dies Irae, which basically talks about doomsday (in some way) you might also notice that it is the title of the fic.

Second, yeah. The terrorist group is named Mobius for two reasons, one will be explained eventually as the story progresses and second one is- yeah you got it -in honor of The Evil Within which partially inspired some things in this story.