Fix You
So so so sorry for not uploading soon. I had the worst trouble writing this chapter down, probably because my writing skills aren't great. Well anyway, after a hard struggle I managed to come up with this. Its not the best, since I'm not very good at writing action scenes but I did try. Sorry it's short but I had to cut it in half. The final part shall be uploaded soon. I'd like to take a moment to thank my fellow readers who took the time to review if I haven't already. It really means a lot to me. Your reviews give me hope, happiness, and inspiration. As for the rest of you readers out there, won't you take one minute to leave a review and tell me your thoughts on the story?
~Chapter 11
The double doors to the grand luxurious office of the fourth floor of the Resistance Headquarters slid open, a young and quite weary man stepping in. "Welcome back son" a bold voice spoke. Said voice belonged to Terrance Thomas, leader and creator of the Resistance.
He was tall, stocky; his built large, corresponding well with his strong sharp features. His looming appearance gave off a menacing aura and for it he was feared, respected. His red hair was slicked back making him look all the more professional with the dark fine Italian tailored suit he wore. His blue eyes shined with pride, cynicism, and hatred; much like Buck who stood behind him, waiting.
Watching the many screens of the security cameras, the man's gaze landed on his soldiers herding in the cattle of Mexicans. The next screen showed the two new members, standing aside and watching. "I trust everything went well" he spoke.
Buck gulped, "Uh… well… we got the cargo but… we may need new smugglers." A sigh was heard. "Must we go through this again Buck?" Terrance turned in his seat, now facing his anxious son. "You cannot keep killing our workers simply because you feel like it."
The young man stepped back. "I-It wasn't my fault! It was self-defense!" Terrance closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Of course." He shook his head, his mind pondering questions on where he had gone wrong with his son. "Fine" he sighed. "What of our new members?"
Buck turned his gaze onto the screens, eyes landing on the image of Rose. "I don't see anything wrong with them." Terrance nodded, knowing all he needed to know. Like his decisions, Buck's judgment of character was terrible which led to the conclusion of whomever he came to trust or become smitten with were no good.
Screams and gunfire sounded. Terrance turned to the screens, a cynical grin forming on his lips as he watched the bodies of the useless oxen fall to the floor. "Well, you know what to do. Get to it." Buck nodded, "What about Jack and Rose?"
Terrance's gaze landed on the woman. "Send the woman to me. Keep the blond with you." Buck frowned but nodded nonetheless. "Sure thing pops." He turned and left the office, entering the elevator. As the doors closed, a grunt was heard.
XXX- Leon stared, eyes wide in shock, at the five bodies on the floor. The blond shook his head, the cries and screams of the terrorized Mexicans echoing in the back of his mind. How could he have let this happen? How could he have let it get this far? How could he just stand there and watch as those poor people are executed? How? Yes, his job was clear in his mind but where was the humanity in standing back and watching people die?
"There's nothing we can do." Helena's voice echoed in his mind, drowning out everything else. The male looked down to the necklace in hand. Staring at it, it seemed to calm him down and clear his mind, his reason returning. She had said the same thing back in Tall Oaks, during their escape from Ivy University. She had been right then and she was right, now. Returning to his composure, he realized nothing could have been done. If he had revealed himself he most likely without a doubt would have been killed, he and Cassandra; Never to return and see Helena again, or anyone else for that matter. Sadness flooded the man at the thought.
He looked up to his partner as she shook him lightly, "You alright?" She kept a straight face, much like he did, but her eyes were filled with concern. He gave a quick nod, reassuring he was fine. Feeling a vibration in his pocket, he made a quick gesture for the female to keep watch.
Making sure to steer clear of the cameras, Leon ducked behind a wall and retrieved his PDA. "What do you got for me Hunnigan?" he spoke in a hushed voice. Hunnigan cleared her throat. "I found something on Chupacabras I thought you might find interesting. In Cuero, Texas, a woman claimed to have killed one. The cadaver was examined by the Texas State University. It was reported to be a coyote deformed by sarcoptic mange."
"Are you saying the creatures are nothing but infected coyotes?" Leon queried. Hunnigan removed her glasses, a small sigh slipping past her lips. "There's really no way in knowing. And even if they were, I doubt sarcoptic mange would turn an animal into a monster. Anyway, what's the protocol on the situation?"
Leon sighed. "We've successfully infiltrated the Resistance. The base is underground. It's how they've been avoiding detection." He looked around. "It's a type of military base. They have heavily armed guards everywhere and I doubt it's just for show."
"I don't like the sound of that. I'll send in the cavalry but it's going to take a couple of hours at least. Leon you can't waste any more time. You need to find out what's going on and get out of there."
"Believe me Hunnigan; I don't plan on staying here any longer than necessary."
"Alright. Keep your communicator on and be careful."
The screen then blackened. With a sigh, Leon pocketed the device. He switched on the communicator and spoke. "Cass, Hunnigan found something."
XXX- Radio static crackled, a confident cocky voice following it, "Alright boys. There are four levels to this base. Target is on the fourth floor. He's most likely heavily guarded so stay alert." The voice paused for a few moments before starting up again, "Sawyer, Draven, Lee, let's wreak havoc."
Screams of tortured souls filled the facility. Restrained bodies writhed in pain. "Now inserting parasite" a feminine voice said.
More screams. More pain. Wriggling and struggling on the waist high steel table was something that was once human. It had a life, friends, and family. But now it was just something, something monstrous. The squirming stopped suddenly. Loud agonized groans replaced the screams.
What was once a basement was now a testing facility for the Resistance scientists, it was their own personal playground. The room was large with high ceilings and sterile fluorescent lighting, much like the entire base. Surrounding the vicinity were sets of the finest equipment and technology available. In the center were several rows of steel tables, each one currently occupied with test subjects. Running along the walls were vats carrying horrifying creatures frozen in metamorphosis, floating in clear bubbly liquid.
On the other side of the room, running along the wall were cages and cages all stacked upon one another, each one holding what was once a coyote. The specimen was now just a hungry ravenous beast.
The heavy creature was the size of a small bear, with leathery greenish-grey skin and sharp quills running down its back. Its face still carried distinct dog like features; a snout and nose. Its forked tongue hung from its razor sharp fanged mouth. The creatures growled, a few pacing in their cage eager to be released and hunt down anything in its path.
At the far end of the room, a gloved hand reached for the lever of the main generator, pulling it down. The sound of whirring filled the room as the electricity died down. A buzzer followed as the control panel to the doors of the cages unlocked, freeing the creatures.
XXX- The sudden power outage stunned the entire first floor. "What's going on?" a soldier questioned. "Powers out" came a response. "Send somebody to fix it!" another voice cried.
The atmospheric air had grown in tension and anxiety, filling the room's occupants. Leon looked around the dark building, feeling himself on edge. "Something's wrong." Cassandra stood at his side.
A sudden explosion knocked the two agents and all near round off their feet and to the floor. Terrorized screams filled the air. The building shook as more explosions followed. Fire roared wildly, consuming all in its path. Rubble and debris covered the vicinity. Survivors ran in panic while others lay sprawled on the floor, unmoving. Gunfire resounded.
Leon groaned and lifted his head, sucking in a quick breath as he took in the chaos. What the hell was going on? He grunted as more explosions were set off. Face down on the floor; the blond forced himself to his knees, ignoring the pain the action brought.
Panting, he reached back into his jeans and retrieved the handgun he had hidden, cocking it. He searched around for his partner, "Cassandra!" His gaze came upon a young Mexican girl, no older than six, kneeling beside the corpse of a man who was no doubt her father. Around her were several other corpses of the captured Mexicans.
The male's heart sunk. He had failed. He had failed to save them. A small gasp escaped his lips upon seeing a large strange creature creeping up behind the girl. Raising his gun quickly, Leon fired three shots, hearing a yelp and whimper.
With a groan, the blond stood and ran to the girl, scooping her up in his arms. Staying low to avoid the gunfire, the male continued his searched for his missing partner. "Cass!" He coughed from the rising smoke. "Cass!"
It was no use. She was gone. He had no choice; he would have to move on without her. Staying here was too risky and dangerous. With reluctance, Leon moved through the battlefield. The objective in mind was to get the girl and him to safety. He pressed himself against the remains of a wall, breathing heavily.
A hand took hold of the male's shoulder and pulled him through an opening of a door which quickly slammed shut. "Cassandra!" Leon exclaimed. The woman smiled as she bolted the door with a piece of wood. "Good to see you're alive." The blond bobbed his head, "Likewise."
The two stood in an empty corridor with only a tread of stairs leading up. The blond looked up with a sigh. "Guess we're going up." He then turned his attention to the young girl in his arms. He set her down on her feet and knelt on one knee, now to her level. "Do you speak English?"
With a sniffle, the girl nodded, "Y-yes." Leon nodded. "What's your name?" The cinnamon skinned girl took hold of her long dark braided hair and twirled the end around her finger, "M-Maria."
"Okay. Maria, my name is Leon. This is Cassandra. We're going to get you out of here, okay?" The male exhaled as Maria flung her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder as she sobbed.
A sorrowful look came across Leon's face as he wrapped an arm around her small frame. "I'm sorry about your daddy." He looked to Cassandra. "See if you can get a hold of Hunnigan."
Cassandra nodded and pressed a finger to the communicator in her ear. "Hunnigan, come in." Static was her only response, "Hunnigan." Moving on her PDA, she sighed as she came up empty handed, "Nothing. Those explosions must have messed up the signal."
Leon sighed deeply, "Alright. We should keep moving." He removed Maria from his grasp, looking at her with determined eyes. "I promise Maria. We're going to get you out of here." The girl sniffled and nodded. She looked to Cassandra and took her outstretched hand. Cassandra smiled warmly. "Come on."
Gun raised, the blond took the lead, heading up the stairs with quick light steps. He glanced back to see his female companions following suite. He turned back and gripped the necklace around his neck. He was going home. There was no way he, Cassandra, nor Maria were going to die, absolutely no way. He was going home.
Reaching the second floor, they came upon a steel door. Signaling the two females to stay back, Leon stepped to the door and gripped the knob. He readied his gun and pushed open the door where darkness greeted.
The three coughed and heaved as an awful stench rose in their nostrils. "Oh, it reeks" Cassandra commented as she followed the blond inside. "Stay close Maria."
Leon froze upon feeling the barrel of a gun pressing against his temple. "Don't move" a voice said. It was confident, cocky, and distinctly familiar. Cassandra raised her gun, aiming in the direction the voice had come from. "Put your gun down!"
A short chuckle was heard, "Think twice sweetheart. You're shooting blind, might accidently shoot your partner." Cassandra narrowed her eyes as the voice continued. "Just put your gun down before you hurt yourself."
"Do it Cassandra" Leon spoke. The female aversely obliged, knowing it was pointless to pursue without a clear shot. "Good" The voice said. "Now-"
A sudden explosion knocked the four individuals off their feet, sending them flying off. Grunts filled the air as one slipped from each pair of lips. Fire crackled, illuminating what was left of the room. Leon sat up, shaking his head to clear his vision. He rubbed his aching head and groaned.
Another groan soon followed as Cassandra slowly lifted herself, revealing Maria underneath her for she had used her body to shield the young girl. She looked up upon hearing her name called. Setting eyes on the blond she gasped. "Leon, you're… bleeding." Leon looked down to himself, confused upon seeing the blood all over. "It's… not my blood."
Maria groaned softly as she opened her eyes, her gaze landing on a severed leg. She screamed and flung herself into Cassandra's arms. Her screams caused the two agents to look around the destroyed room. Among the debris was a disarray of body parts, viscera, and blood. Every corner was covered as if a massive massacre of mutilation had occurred within the walls.
Cassandra held the girl close. "Close your eyes Maria" she whispered. Leon's gaze was directed to another groan a few feet away. The mysterious figure from before was now hunched over, "Sawyer, you bastard. You're having too much fun with the bombs." The male groaned yet again and turned his head aside toward the blonde's direction.
"Jake" Leon breathed out. The mercenary opened his eyes, his scar lifting as a smirk formed on his lips. "Well, it's a small world after all." He stood with a grunt and sighed. Leon followed his example, pulling his companions along. "This is your doing" he said.
"Where are we?" Cassandra spoke. Leon turned his attention to the female. "My guess is what's left of the laboratory, which means…"
"All of the evidence is gone" Cassandra sighed. "Not quite" a voice spoke. The agents turned to see Jake approaching, a restrained man in his clutches. "Buck" Leon said. Buck groaned and panted, his face bruised and bloody, displaying the mercenary's handiwork. He glared at the blond. "Traitor!" he spat. He grunted and turned his head aside as a strong fist collided with his cheek. "Pipe down" Jake said. He gave a smug grin. "So what brings you here hero?"
"I could ask you the same thing" Leon retorted. "You're here to take down the Resistance" Cassandra spoke, her eyes on Jake. Buck growled. "You'll never take us down! The Resistance shall live on! You can all go to hell!" He grunted yet again from another blow to the face. Leon exhaled softly, flexing his hand. "I've wanted to do that for a while." Jake gave another short laugh then turned to Cassandra, "Close."
Maria gasped as her gaze landed on a hunched figure standing atop a piece of rubble, the fire behind it casting an ominous shadow. All that was visible on the figure was the brightness of the red of its eyes. The young girl quivered in fear. It had found them. Two more creatures soon joined, standing behind the first.
Upon hearing snarls, the agents, mercenary, and captive turned their heads to the opening of the wall, setting eyes on the monstrous beings. Jake sighed in exasperation. "Great." The blond raised his gun. "Jake… what's above us?"
The mercenary cocked his gun, taking aim, "Barracks and armory." Leon nodded and glanced back, catching sight of the generator. "Cover me." He turned swiftly and took off in a sprint. The creatures snarled and lunged in attack. Screams from Buck and Maria were drowned out by the barrage of bullets delivered by the female agent and mercenary.
Using his skills of parkour, Leon made his way through the rubble, debris, and miscellaneous obstacles, reaching the generator in a cinch of time. He took hold of the lever and pulled it up, quickly turning to provide cover fire. "Run!" he cried as the machine hummed to life.
While pulling their human cargo along, Jake and Cassandra ran. Leon continued his cover fire. A yelp resonated as one creature went down with only two to go. A ding sounded behind him as the elevator doors slid open.
The first through was Buck and in pursue were the two females, followed by the mercenary who reached back and pulled the blond inside, the doors sliding closed just as the two remaining creatures lunged in attack. Leon sighed deeply in relief.
Heavy breathing and panting filled the small space as the elevator roamed up. Leon ejected the empty clip. "I'm out." Cassandra leaned against the wall, "Me too. What the hell were those things?" Maria whimpered, "C-chupacabra."
Jake huffed, "That's just an urban legend and not a very good one at that." Cassandra glanced to her partner. "It's just like Hunnigan said. They're infected coyotes." Jake huffed again, "I don't know what you were shooting at lady, but those were not coyotes."
"It has to be the virus" Leon spoke. He took hold of Buck and slammed him against the elevator wall, "Talk." Buck grunted and glared at the male. "Fuck you." Jake fired off a single shot to the roof and pressed the hot barrel of the gun to the man's forehead. Cassandra shielded Maria's view. "Don't look sweetie." Maria closed her eyes, whimpering still.
Buck screamed in pain, "Alright! Alright! It's the plaga parasite!" He panted. "M-my father Terrance… h-he bought off some man who had bought it off a woman a couple years ago."
"Where did it come from?" Leon pressed. "Go to hell!" Buck shouted. The blond looked at the mercenary and nodded. Jake fired off two more shots and pressed the barrel once again to the male's skin. Buck screamed louder. "It gets hotter the more shots are fired" Jake said.
"Russia!" Buck cried. He whimpered in pain and panted. "Pops paid millions for it and hired ex Umbrella scientists. The Resistance went global after the success of duplicating the parasite."
"What does that have to do with the Chupacabras?" Cassandra queried. Leon looked at her reflection on the wall. "B.O.W's can be controlled with the parasite if the host injects himself as well. I've seen it before. The coyotes were infected with it and the mutation led to what we saw back there." He turned to Buck. "Where is the plaga?"
Buck shook his head, "I-I don't know. I swear." Jake scoffed, "Pretty smart idea to use existing animals as an urban legend to destroy the world. No one would buy its credibility."
The elevator came to a stop, a ding sounding as its doors slid open. "Move it" Jake said as he pushed the young boy out, following behind him. Cassandra placed the girl down and took her hand as they stepped off. Leon followed suite.
They stopped suddenly as they came upon the center of the dimly lit corridor where a tall bulking figure stood awaiting their arrival. The three shared a look of caution and stiffened as the looming figure turned to face with a large syringe in hand.
Cassandra whipped her head back upon hearing a noise behind her. In the blink of an eye a needle pricked the woman's neck. She released a soft gasp, feeling the effects of the drug immediately, and dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.
Leon gasped, "Cassandra!" He grunted as he felt a sudden prick in his neck. Feeling heavy, the male dropped to his knees, "Maria, run!" He cried as he dropped face first into the ground, the mercenary at his side.
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