Chapter Twelve: Chaos
Jill watched in horror as Chris and the other man fought. Despite the fact that Chris seemed to be doing well, something told Jill that the man was holding back, trying not to kill Chris before he'd had his fun.
Tyler grew tired of standing and doing nothing, it seemed, for he suddenly took aim with his rifle. Jill was about to tell him not to shoot, when he pulled the trigger. The man went backwards, hand over his eye.
"Nice shot," Jill said, and meant it.
Tyler nodded, though he didn't look as if he'd really heard what she said. He was to busy with watching the fighting men. Well, previously fighting men. Chris was doubled over, gasping for air, and the other was still holding his eye, blood seeping through his fingers. Chris' face took on a slightly triumphant look as he straightened, and headed for the man, pure hatered in his eyes.But he didn't get the chance to strike. His opponent saw him coming in time to move, and fast, so all Chris hit was air.
By the time he regained his balance, the man was gone.
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"So you're sure that that's what you're supposed to do?"
"Yes, Phyl, I'm sure."
"You really should have taken more time to match the pattern you know.."
That one got now answer. Mostly because Ada knew she was right. They had checked all the lamps in the particular hallway, and has found that all of them came apart, which made their job even harder. Both of them strained to see if the patterns on the glass matched up before they put the pieces together, and in the dim light, that was difficult.
"remind me to never touch another puzzle again after this," Ada muttered.
Phyllis smiled breifly in amusement and nodded. She couldn't blame Ada for saying something like that. Right then, she probably would have made the same statement. But she loved puzzles, so she probably wouldn't stick to it.
"Here it is!" Ada said, finally.
"You sure?"
"Sure as we're standing in the lab, Phyl."
"Then try it."
Ada placed the upper half of the globe on to the lower, and both of them stepped back quickly. An audible click preceeded the movement of the wall.
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Billy caught Rebecca before she hit the floor. He heard Leon come up behind him, and heard him ask what was going on, but the panic bell going off in Billy's head kept him from answering. Dread caused rational thought to disappear when Rebecca didn't open her eyes.
Then he noticed that she was breathing. Just barely, but she was breathing. He was so relieved he almost dropped her.
"Billy?" Leon asked nervously, "Is she...?" he let the question trail off.
"No...she's alive, for now anyway, but we have to move quick. I'm guessing it's poison at work here," Billy said, knowing his relief was obvious in his voice, and not caring.
"Where to?"
"Basement...that's where Ada said they did the research..."
Leon nodded as Billy scooped the unconcious Rebecca up. It was going to be up to Leon to watch their backs. They travelled back the way they had come, though they still kept an eye out for any monsters. Just because zombies couldn't open doors was no reason to be careless. Things were going farily well, considering the situation, until Leon tried to open a door, and pulled back, with a yell of pain, his hand bleeding profusely.
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Blood seeped from Krauser's eye as he watched Wesker. Wesker knew someone was watching him, but not who, that much was clear. The constant tapping as blood fell from his face made it impossible to keep quiet, but for some reason, Wesker hadn't found where he was. That in its self was a miracle. Though Krauser didn't care much.He wanted him dead, and that was all. Though he needed to find the best course of action. While nothing else was much of a match for him, Wesker would be. So what to do tro ensure that he won? That would be a surprise attack. But now was not the time to do it...he needed a better area to attack..so he would have to wait, be paitent and wait.
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"Damn it!" Chris shouted, kicking the wall in frustration, "fucking coward."
Jill didn't try to say anything to him. She knew anything she said would only make his anger and disappointment worse. He rounded on Tyler, his intention clear. But Jill stepped between them.
"Jill," Chris began in a warning tone.
"Christopher Micheal Redfield, fighting amongst ourselves will not solve anything. Tyler was trying to help, and had I not been so worried that I would hit you, I would have done the same. That man could have easily killed you at any point in time, so Tyler just saved your life."
Neither of the men said a word...they just stared at her. Chris was obviously stunned at the commanding tone in her voice, and Tyler, in his typical fashion, just didn't speak much. After a moment Chris spoke.
"You're right Jill, I'm sorry."
Tyler simply nodded, though he had nothing to apologize for. Jill stepped away from them, watching Chris closely. Neither of them made any attempt to move towards the other, so she relaxed. "Now, can we get going please? This room is not a very pleasant place to be."
"None of this place is "pleasant" Tyler muttered, heading for the door oppostie from the one they'd come through Jill didn't disagree with him, nor did Chris. Without a second glance back, they left the bloody room behind them.
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Ada backed away as the wall slid out of place, revealing a long dark tunnel that looked as if it hadn't been used in years. There was a thick curtain of cobwebs blocking their veiw into the tunnel about 5 feet in. Phyllis stepped in, and used her knife to knock the webs away.
"Got a flashlight?" She called back to Ada, who nodded, and dangled the small 8-light LED flashlight she kept with her.
"But I ain't got any batteries for it,"
"I can fix that...The light in mine broke earlier, so the batteries are still good," She tossed her flash light to Ada, who almost dropped it, when it slipped through her blood-soaked hands.
As quickly as she could she switched the batteries, and clicked the light on. Unfortunately she had it pointed at Phyl's eyes.
"Hey! Watch where you're pointing that thing. Them little bastards are bright enough to blind you for life."
Ada switched the direction of the beam. Phyl was right, they were extremely bright. She had made the mistake of looking right at one. She had been blind for a good 10 minutes. The light revealed nothing ahead of them but dust and spider webs. Ada had no clue where this led but it had been there for awhile, obviously, unless someone had gone through the trouble to make it look old. But that was doubtful. She and Phyllis proceeded carefully, not wanting to run into any surprises. Though Ada doubted that any creatures had gotten in here, unless they had been placed there, which she wouldn't put past Spencer.
Ahead of them, something moved, and Ada cringed. She should have kept thoughts like that pushed to the back of her mind...Something always went wrong.
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Leon twisted the doorknob, gun at the ready, but as he turned the it, he felt his flesh being sliced, and blood flowing from his hand. He pulled back with a yell, looking at his hand. The skin was in shreds. He looked at the door just in time to see four small blades retract into the metal.
"What the fuck?"
"What? What happened?" Billy asked him, looking at the blood on the door knob, and on Leon's hand.
"They have the damn place set up with traps...There's little razors blades or something in the fuckin doorknob," Leon explained.
Billy gave the door a disgusted look, as if it were the door's fault. "I HATE this place.," he said, shifting Rebecca in his arms to get a better grip on her. Her skin had lost what little color it had left, so she was pale enough that someone might have assumed she was dead, and her skin was cold as well, yet she was still breathing, though just barely. Cold as death He thought, as Leon ripped a strip of fabric off his shirt, and wound it around his hand. They had to figure out how to get past this. Billy had the feeling Becky wouldn't last much longer, and this was the only way back to the lower floors.
Leon thought for a moment, and kicked the door as hard as he could, hitting it right above the knob. Hopefully he could knock it loose, or get the door open. But that route had been thought out as well it seemed, since when he started to pull his foot back, what looked like sword blades protruded from the doorframe. He managed to move just in time.
"Looks like we have to use brains, not brawn," said Billy, struggling to remain calm.
Leon nodded at him as the blades retracted. "Whoever built this place likes sharp things..."
Billy made no reply. He simply stared at the door, thinking hard on how to get it open. 'Take Rebecca for a moment," he said, surprising Leon.
"what?"
"Take her for a moment...One of us has to open the damn thing, and it ain't gonna be the one who's watching our backs," Billy replied, "Your hand's already damaged enough. Any more, and you won't be able to hold a gun straight."
Leon sighed, but he took Rebecca from Billy, surprised at how light she was. Though she had been starved, so that wasn't to much of a shock. Billy gripped the knob, and turned, wincing as the blades tore through his hands. But he didn't pull his hand away. With a dull click, the door opened.
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Well, isn't this just perfect? Chris thought, staring ahead. The Stalker was back, and he was hungry. And the Stalker was only one of their worries. Zombies, and lots of them, were closing in from behind. In short, they were screwed.
"Any ideas would be great guys..." Jill said, watching both threats.
"Sorry Jill...My idea well went dry the second I saw big and ugly over there," Tyler said, pointing at the Stalker.
"Same here," said Chris.
Jill bit her lip in frustration. What were they gonna do? That was when she saw the hole in the wall. It would be a tight squeeze, but they could fit. She grabbed both men by the backs of their shirts and drug them with her, heading for the hole. Both of them let out something like a yelp of surprise that was cut off when the fabric was pulled tight on their throats. Chris shoved her off first, but before he could speak, he saw what she had, and kept his mouth shut. Jill shoved him forward, gesturing for him to go first.
Chris shook his head, "No, you first."
"We don't have time to argue!" both Jill and Tyler said at the same time, but Jill continued, "Chris, go!"
When he still didn't move, she raised her voice. "Christopher! Now!"
He sighed and squeezed through the hole, and Jill prayed the other side was safe, because the Stalker was close now, and it would be hard enough to get away from it. What would happen on the other side?