Chapter Fifteen: Battles

Ada let out a yelp when she was grabbed, and was instantly grateful for being grabbed when she saw the enourmous spider leg set down right where she had been sitting. Then she realized that who or what had hold of her might not be friendly. she wrenched herself around in her captor's grip, trying to see who it was, but they held her to tightly, and she only managed to half-turn.

She heard a familiar voice telling her to calm down. Leon. She relaxed immediatly in his grip. He released her, and she was able to face him. He looked ragged, or rather, more so then he had when sheh ad last seen him. His right hand was wrapped in a bloody cloth, and he had many cuts all over his arms, and some on his face, along with the scar where Krauser had cut him months ago. Billy didn't look much better off, and both of his hands were "bandaged". Poor Becky looked like she'd been drug through hell and back. Her skin pale, and sickly looking, eyes tired. She practically screamed exhaustion.

She was brought back to the present by an inhuman shriek, as the spider Leon had saved her from made it unhappiness with the humans known. Ada spun around before she could say anything in thanks to Leon. The spider was practically crawling with smaller spiders...The same kind that had attacked Phyllis. The smaller spiders came at the four in a black mass, and Ada forgot about the flash light. The others ignored the smaller spiders. They concetrated on the large one, which was, from the look of things, a jumping spider. As bullets hit the large one, the smaller bugs cringed and slowed their assualt, as if they could feel the bullets. Ada joined ibn shooting the creature, just as it prepared to leap. All four of them managed to get out of the way when it crashed back to the ground, crushing its own offspring. One of it's legs dangled uselessly, about to fall off.

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"Shit," Krauser muttered, seeing the uninvited guest. It would be easy to dispose of, yes, but it would allow Wesker a chance to escape, or kill him. The stalker lept at them, hitting them both. Had it not hit Krauser, he would have had it dead then, but it did hit him. Wesker regained his balance before Kruaser did, and used it to his advantage. In one swift movement, he broke the Stalker's neck, cutting of it's angry scream. Krauser, in the process of standing up, toppled back down when the body fell on him. He shoved it off, and managed to stand before Wesker got to him. But her wasn't able to avoid the blow that sent him crashing into the wall behind him The blow disoriented him for a moment, but he still dodged Wesker's next attack. Instead of his fist going through Krauser, it went through the wall.

"Gettting sloppy, Jack," said Wesker, smiling at him, "Time was when you were almost as good as me. You've lost some of your technique."

Krauser rushed at him in the blink of an eye, and he almost succeeded in his attempt to slice Wesker in half. But Wesker was just as fast as he was. He moved out of the way, and only suffered from a small cut across his ribs. He looked down and saw the tear in his clothes and scoffed.

"Pitiful. And here some of us considered you to be a success.," Wesker taunted.

Krauser went for him again. This time Wesker didn't dodge. He stayed right where he was, but he drew his knife. Krauser didn't have time to stop before he impaled himself but he was able to turn so that it missed his throat, and instead peirced through his shoulder. Not making any noise, he swung his blade-arm upwards, hitting Wesker. The blonde man now sported a gash across his face, and across his chest. He kicked Krauser backwards, sending him sprawling.

"My my," said Wesker, "Surely you haven't fallen this far...You're getting weaker by the second Jack. What have you done to yourself?"

Krauser stood. Wesker was right. He was getting weaker. He didn't understand. The virus should have continued to increase his strength, not rid him of it.

Understanding dawned on Wesker, "I see...You're the one that stole the sample of the new virus, aren't you?" He began to laugh hysterically, "Oh, Krauser, you've killed yourself," he laughed even harder as he said this, "That, that virus-" he had to stop and take a breath, "That virus isn't compatible with any others...if it doesn't take over...it kills the host."

He managed to get himself under control, though he continued chuckleing. "You're not worth my time...you'll be dead withing the next few hours anyway," he said, and walked away.

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Tyler couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of Chris, but he pushed the thoughts out of his mind. He hadn't known Jill for that long anyway, so why should it matter? He was saved from thinking about this when a zombie showed up. Jill seemed to be in a murderous mood, for she suddenly sid, upon seeing the zombie,

"Too bad I don't have more ammo...I wanna kill something."

Chris laughed at her, and easily dodged the zombie, who seemed to be more occupied with chasing a large rat then going after the humans. Jill and Tyler went by it easily as well. Only once they'd gone by did it turn to face them. For some reason Jill thought it had an oddly triumphant look on it's rotting face. She found out why.

From the 2 bends in the hall came 5 more zombies. They had set a trap, with the first zombie to distract anyone who came through. And it had worked; the group was surrounded.

"Great...what now?" Jill muttered. They didn't have the ammo to take out all of them, and the zombies would be on them before they could kill them all anyway.

The first zombie started to reach for Jill when it's head exploded. Quite literally. An odd ticking sound came from the left hall, and another zombie's head was blown all over the wall. All three of them turned to see what was causing the zombies' deaths, and saw the man who'd killed Claire, his eye still dripping blood, holding a crossbow. He shot another bolt, and a third zombie's head exploded. Jill didn't want to think about what would happen to her if she got hit by one. He easily killed the rest of the zombies, then turned the crossbow towards them. He pointed it at easch of them and stopped at Chris.

"An eye for an eye," he said, grinning, looking like a crazy man, "Kind of fair don't you think?"

Without another word, he pulled the trigger.

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Spencer watched them all on the monitors in his office. This was all very entertaining. "How many down now?" he asked himself, and looked at the screens. Counting the bodies, he began to laugh.

"Oh, Miss Wong...Almost all of your team is dead...And the STARS won't last much longer..."

No matter that Ada and her group were so close he could hear the gun shots...they'd never find him. Not with the maze of hallways they'd have to go through to actually find out how to get in the room. He didn't know what Ada wanted, but it was clear she wanted to get to him.

And that she wanted to do so alone. She had alrady ditched them once, and she'd probably do it again. But the question was, why? Why was she so dertermined to get to him? He could understand the others, but not her.

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The spider's leg fell off, finally, and several more had fallen off as well. It was having exetreme problems moving around. It was almost dead. Just a little bit more...

Rebecca was busy stomping on the little spiders that seemed to know she was the weakest, phsyically, of the group. She was doing a good job of keeping them off for someone with such small feet, and she hadn't been bitten yet, or she'd have been on the ground, screaming.
The others were concentrating on the larger spider. Leon was busy trying to reload his gun, and Billy was swearing because he had no more ammo to reload his weapon with. Ada tossed him a spare clip, and he nodded in thanks.

but before he finished reloading, the spider crashed to the floor, it's remaining legs twitcing. The spiders surrounding Rebecca sudden't stopped crawling, and died.

"Okay..." said the small woman, "That was weird...why did they all die to?"

Ada,wondering the same thing, replied, "I dunno...but it's best not to think about it...dead is dead."

Rebecca nodded at her. The poor girl still looked sick. Ada hadn't had the chance to ask why as of yet. With the spiders dead, Ada turned to Leon. She hadn't thanked him.

"Thanks, by the way...The damned thing would have killed me if you hadn't grabbed me,"

"Don't mention it," he replied, "And why were you just sitting there? I tried to get your attention before I grabbed you like that. I don't know how you could have not heard me."

She shook her head at him, "I...I don't want to talk about it...Let's just get out of here." She started to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm, squeezing slightly. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to let her know he was serious.

"Phyllis is dead...I killed her..."

He gave her a puzzled look, "You...what?"

"I shot her...I had to...Those spiders. If they bite you, you're dead. But it's not a quick death. It takes hours of pain before the venom finally kills you, if the wretched things don't eat you first. It was kill her, or let her suffer."

Leon released her arm, though slowly, "I- I'm sorry."

She jerked her arm the rest of the way out of his grip, "Don't be. I do what I have to. "

Billy and Rebecca traded glances, and wisely kept their mouths shut. They had had enough arguments in the past few months to know when one was starting. And this was one they didn't want to get involved in.

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Just as he pulled the trigger of the crossbow,the man stumbled forward, choking, The bolt speeded towards Chris, but it was off target, and it grazed his ear. The impact, thankfully was not enough to detonate it, but it hit the wall behind him, and all three of them were knocked forward. Jill kept her balance, until Tyler fell on her. All three of them lay in a heap on the floor while their attacker stood maybe 20 feet away, chocking. Tyler untangled himself from the pile, and clumsily got to his feet, pulling the other 2 with him.

"Come on...we need to go," he said, tugging on both of them.

But neither would budge.

"He's right," Chris said, his voice full of loathing, "An eye for an eye. Only fair. But I'm not going to play the rules...Not this time."