Chapter Eleven: Blood-Shed

The creature's beak tore through her shoulder, making Amber cry out in pain. It released her for a moment, then prepared to strike again. She rolled out of the way, just in time, and it's face met the floor instead of her. Had she not been injured she probly would have laughed at it. It shook its head, and Amber went as fast as sh could towards the nearest exit. She didn't look behind her to see if it was following her. She didn't need to. She could hear it.

She threw open the door, went through and sleemed it behind her. She started to go forward, but slammed into someone, or something.

She looked up to see Wesker towering over her. He glared down at her at first as though he was going to strike, but when he saw who she was he simply sneered. "What the hell happened to you?"

She stared at him for a moment then said "One of the 'failed' experiments, sir."

He raised a questioning eyebrow at her, "Surely if it was as 'failed' as you say, then it wouldn't have done so much damage," he said casually, "If you don't do something about it, you're going to bleed to death." He didn't sound as if he really cared.

"It was one of the statues, sir." he would know what she was talking about.

"Yes yes, I thought it would be. Spencer wanted one kept around" he said, starting to sound rather bored. "Keep an eye on the STARS. Make sure they don't leave," he said, turning and leaving Amber there, weak and dizzy from blood-loss.

She watched him go. Had she not felt like she was going to fall over at any second, she might have been angry at him. But being angry would do her no good. Her entire left side was drenched in blood, and she was getting dizzier by the second. She forced herself to move forward, trying to stay alert for zombies or other creatures. Her legs seemed to get heavier and heavier with every step. She could feel her conciousness slipping away...She snapped herself to attention, and continued forward.

She didn't hear the slithering behind her, she didn't hear the low hiss, and she barely felt the pain of it's beak and fangs sinking deep into her side.

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Ada slammed a fist into the wall. She had gotten herself turned around when trying to get away from Kylie, and now had no clue where to go. The halls all looked the same on this floor, as they were supposed to in order to confuse any new arrivals. She had last been here only a year ago, but she had forgotten the trick to figuring out where you were. She was on the 5th floor by now. Start at the top and work her way down. That's what she'd do to find Spencer.

She looked down at her hand and realized she was bleeding. She looked at the wall for what might have sliced her hand, and saw the jagged lamp globe. She must've hit it when she'd hit the wall. But she'd heard no glass shattering, and there was no glass on the floor...Which meant it had been broken prior to her visit. But Spencer surely would have had it removed. Shaking her had and splattering drops of blood on herself and the wall, she took a closer look. Right under the base of the lamp was a bit of peeling wall paper, another thing wrong. Spencer kept things in perfect order...

She peeled at it, and was surprised to find it came away quite easily. There was writing there. Reading it, she groaned.

The broken and the whole. Opposites. Yet things can change from one to the other.

Only when the whole becomes broken and the broken becomes whole will the way be shown.

Spencer and his puzzles. She guessed that she would either find a hidden door or a map... She really didn't want to deal with a puzzle, but she had no choice. But what about the riddle? What to do? Sighing, she went over it again, making sure she had read it right. She had.

Okay...Whole to broken, broken to whole...The lamp is broken...but I don't have the peices.

She reached over and ran a finger over the whole globe, and was surprised to find that the top moved a bit at her touch. That was easy...

Ada carefully ulled the upper section of the lamp globe off, and placed it on the top of the broken one. It fit perfectly, but nothing happened. Until she listened and realized something was ticking. It sounded like a timer.

Dammit...This isn't gonna be good...

Trying to ignore the ticking (which was getting faster by the second) she took a closer look at the lamp. The engraved roses on it appeared to match up at first, but she realized they didn't quite fit together. The ticking was starting to annoy her now. over the thirty seconds it had been going, it had tripled in speed and volume. She fiddled with the separate peice of glass, trying to see if she could get it to match. The glass was slippery in her bloody hands, and she nearly dropped it once.

The ticking stopped abruptly, making Ada jump.

It was seeing Phyllis and turning her head that saved her life.

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Abby heard the Silencer and instantly ducked down. The ball of saliva she had known was coming missed her, and went over her head.

She heard it splatter on the floor in front of her, and made a face of disgust. She got up and was prepared to run, but the Silencer was in front of her before she got no more than a few feet. It lashed out with a claw and caught her across she mouth and stopped her scream with the blood that flowed into her throat. A second creature occupied the others.

It had given up brains, and now used only brawn. It slashed at them with claws, and its tailed whipped back and forth with its stinger. Bullets seemed to have little effect on it, but there was nowhere to run. All the doors were locked, and a dead end was up ahead, they were trapped.

Billy took careful aim on the creature, and pulled the trigger. It screamed as the bullet peirced through one of its eyes. It shook its head, spraying blood all over the place. It clawed at its head trying to get the source of pain out, but it succeeded only in clawing the other eye. Screaming even louder it tossed its entire body back and forth, until finally it slammed into the railing and broke through it. There was a loud thud as it collided with the 4th floor.

Rebecca and Leon had their hands full with the second one. It didn't seem to be interested in Abby. All it was interested in was killing them.

"Shoot the eyes!" Billy shouted to them, and saw Leon nod at him.

Both Rebecca and Leon hit the thing's eyes, and it thrashed about just as the first one had. For a moment Billy thought they'd won, until he heard Rebecca shreik in pain.

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Tyler paced back and forth with worry. First Amber, then Phyllis. Once again they had been caught offguard, and Phyllis had gotten separeated from them. Both Jill and Chris sat silently, watching him. He was muttering to himself wondering where either of the women might have gone off too.

"Tyler..." said Jill.

No reply. He just kept pacing.

"Tyler!"

"What, Jill!?" Tyler snapped back.

"Running a hole in the floor won't help you find them."

Tyler sighed. She was right of course. He stopped pacing and leaned against the wall. They had back tracked and found a door they had previously missed. It was Spencer's trophy room, and it was a very creepy room. It was also very dark. Tyler moved forward and heard the carpet make a squelching noise beneath his feet. The carpet was wet, and he had a pretty good idea of what.

"Guys?"

They were next to him in a flash. The blood was in a trail leading to one of the doors out of the room. It wasn't even shut all the way. They had to do nothing more then push on it to open it. This room was brightly lit, making the sight before them all the worse. Blood was all over the otherwise perfect white walls and floor. The body in the middle of the room had been ripped apart. What was unmistakeably internal organs were torn out. Whatever had killed the person had only wanted fun, not food. Tyler slowly approached the upper half of the body. He could read the embroidered name, or what was left of it, on the tattered clothing. All that was left was; er Davis. But the full name may as well have been there...Amber.

A hissing sound caught his attention. Whatever had killed Amber wasn't satisfied with just her. He looked over his shoulder, and saw one of the old experiments approaching Jill and Chris. It was covered in blood. But it didn't keep going for long. The 'man' they had seen earlier dropped down on it, slicing it cleanly in half. He watched the writhing body for a moment with what seemed to be disappointment. He had obviously hoped for more of a challenge.

Chris stared in disbelief at his sister's murderer. He was there, right in front of him. But the question was; could Chris hope to beat him? The men looked up at him, and grinned maliciously.

"Still want revenge for that girl?" He taunted, "Or are you going to back down?"

Chris ignored Jill's hands wrapping around his arm, trying to hold him back. The bastard was going to die one way or another.

"Heh," said the man looking at his blade-arm, "I can easily beat you without this." In a flash the blade was gone and he was left with two normal arms.

Chris shoved Jill off of him. Though with more force then he had intended. But that didn't matter at the moment. The man easily dodged the punch Chris threw at him, and before Chris could try to strike again, he felt a fist being driven into his stomach. He heard Tyler and Jill arguing with one another. Tyler was telling Jill to shoot, but Jill dindn't want to hit Chris. That was of little importance. He hit the man squarely in the face, and felt bone breaking beneath his fist. He'd managed to break his nose.

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Wesker watched all of them on the security monitors. Krauser was fighting Redfield, while Valentine and Matheson watched. Kennedy, and Coen had their hands full with Chambers. She appeared to be wounded.

He saw Kylie wandering the halls. She had previously been chasing Ada, but Ada had either outsmarted her, or had gotten lost. But the little girl was enjoying herself either way. She seemed to enjoy toying with the zombies. This was obvious now, as she snuck up behind one, and bit into the back of its knee. When it was one the floor, she enjoyed her meal. Despite himself, Wesker had to admit, she was an evil little bitch.

He searched the monitors for Ada and Ryan, but he couldn't see them. They had to be on the fifth floor. Spencer didn't allow security cameras up there. That was one thing that puzzled Wesker. Surely that would be the floor that had the most security, but no, that floor had an over abundance of traps and puzzles, something that annoyed Wesker. That had always annoyed him. Spencer's love of traps and riddles severely got on his nerves.

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Just as Ada turned toward Phyllis, she felt a sharp pain across her cheek, and then in her ear. "Ah! Fuck!" She yelled.

A foot long spike had suddenly protruded from the wall. Had she not turned her head, she would have had it between her eyes. As it was, she had a hole in her ear, and gash across her face.

Phyl turned to see what the noise was, and saw Ada. "The hell? What happened?"

Ada clenched her teeth as the spike retracted, and removed its self from her ear. "What happened is Spencer has this floor booby trapped," she answered, putting a hand to the side of her face, and pulling it away to find it now stained with blood. "He's got a damned trap on a way out."

"That's Spencer for you," said Phyl, "But you'd think he'd put one less fatal...just in case,"

"Not Spencer, he-" Ada said, then stopped, "Wait, where are the others? Have you seen them?"

Phyllis nodded, "I was with Chris, Jill, Tyler and Amber. Amber disappeared, and shortly after Chris found the pool, we were attacked by a horde of zombies, and I got separated from them."

"That happens alot in this place," Ada muttered, and placed her hand to her ear, wincing at the feeling of the inch-round hole that was now there. "That'll take awhile to heal..." she added.

"What were you doing anyway?"

"Just come here and read this."

Phyl looked at Ada as if she were crazy, but after a moment she came to see what Ada was talking about.

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The Silencer followed it's partner to the 4th floor, and Rebecca barely managed to keep herself from joining them. The Silencer's tail had caught her in the chest, though the gash wasn't deep, just long. The rip in her shirt stretched all the way across the span of her chest., and Billy figure the gash was as long as the rip.

She pushed herself to her feet, leaned against the nearest wall, breathing heavily. Though neither of the men could blame her.

"Are you okay?" Billy asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I've been better," Rebecca gasped, "But I'm okay...I guess. I just hope that that thing isn't venmo-" before she could finish the word, she doubled over, choking. She stood back up for a moment, but before she could even take a breath, her eyes took on an oddly far away look, and she slumped to the floor.