Chapter Eighteen: Revenge

Chris held his gun at his side, but he was ready to quickly aim it if need be. Tyler shoved the door open, and something jumped back to avoid being hit. Two green orbs glowed in the dark room, and too late to close the door, Tyler realized it was a dog, and a huge one at that. It came into the light, and they could tell it had once been a black great dane...but it was larger then it's normal size now. For some reason it's eyes weren't all milky white...just the pupils, but the whiteness was spreading second by second. It didn't seem to have any wounds on it, but a syringe was sticking out of it's side...It's owner had deliberately infected it, or so it seemed. The dog lept at tyler, hitting him with enough force to knock him to the floor. Both Chris and Jill felt the floor shake.

Tyler grabbed the dog's jaws to keep it from ripping his thoat out. Rot-smelling drool dripped down onto him. Chris, still caught offgaurd by the dog's sudden leap, was just as shocked as the dog was, when it suddenly went sprawling as one of Jill's boot-clad feet rammed into its side.
Tyler scrambled to his feet , and nearly ran into Jill. The dog recovered from the kick, and also got to it's feet. Chris, remembering his gun, shot at it. His first shot hit the dog, but not where he wanted to hit. He fired, just as the dog was starting to move. The bullet missed it's head, and instead when through it's ear, and into it's shoulder. The second shot got it's head. The dog didn't fall right away. It was as if it couldn't believe what had happened. When it finally fell to the floor with a thud, Chris spoke.

"No one opens another door when something can be heard behind it."

The others nodded in agreement, Tyler trying to rid his shirt of drool. Though it didn't help any. There was no hope for any of their clothes anymore. They began to head silently back down the hall, not saying anything. Chris heard the footsteps coming up behind them, and started to turn when he heard the beginning of a yell from Jill that was cut off when she suddenly choked. Chris turned fully around, knowing what he'd see. And even though he knew, he didn't hate and fear what was there any less.

Wesker stood there, his shades on the floor beside him, his odd cat-like yellow eyes getting tints of red in them. With one hand he held Jill by the throat as she struggled to breathe, and to escape. The other hand struck Tyler, sending him to the floor. Chris knew immediately that he was unconcious.

"Hello Chris," Wesker said, not paying any attention to the struggling woman he held, "How nice to see you."

"Let her go, Wesker," Chris replied, every word filled with hate, "if it's me you want, come get me, but leave Jill out of it."

"Let her go?" Wesker asked, as if it were the strangest request. Then he smiled, sending shivers down Chris' spine, "If you insist." With that he flung Jill to one side, and she hit the wall with such force, that Chris heard a bone snap. She fell to the floor, unmoving.

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The metal began to groan under the weight of the three. Rebecca started to suggest they go a different direction when a section of the vent dropped from beneath Billy. Both Leon and Rebecca yelled in surprise, and fear. A crash and graon signalled Billy's not so soft landing. Rebecca squeezed past Leon, or rather, under him, to peer down into the room below. Billy shoved himself up from the middle of the table he landed on, and broken. He looked up, seeing Rebecca's worried face peering down at him.

"Are you okay?" She asked

"Well, I resemble a cactus from the splinters," he replied, "and a few bruises, but nothing serious. Either way, you two may as well come down."

Rebecca nodded, disappeared for a second, and then started to lower herself down. Being so ahort she didn't come close to reaching the floor. She looked down for a moment, to see how far of a drop it was, and let go. The landed on hard on her feet, and toppled backwards, landing flat on her rear. Billy would have laughed at her if Leon hadn't shouted down to them to move out of the way.

Once all three were firmly on the ground, they examined their surroundings. The room was much like several others they'd been through. Bunks on each side of the room, a table, or what remained of it, in the middle. These were the employees' rooms. It resembled a school dorm room. But there was no time to think about what the room looked like. They had to keep moving. There was no telling when a monster would get hungry and need lunch. Leon opened the door and stepped into the hall.

Billy and Rebecca followed, Billy trying to keep his arm away from Becky, who was trying to keep him still so she could get the larger bits of wood out of his skin. Rebecca started laughing at him and she tried to grab his arm.

"Leave me alone," Billy protested, though he was laughing too, "I can de-cactus myself."

Leon was about to offer his input when he heard something in a room near by. Sounded like something or someone falling. "Shhhh!"

They quieted instantly, and Leon tried to tell where the sounds had come from. When he heard a voice, he followed that, and as he got closer, he recognized the voice. It was Ada's. He could gear what was being said now, and Ada sounded weary. Billy and Rebecca caught up with him, and pointed to a door, but Leon shook his head. If Ada needed help, they'd go in, but for now, they'd stay out of it. He went back to listening what was going on, and was somehow shocked by the loathing in Ada's voice.

"Surprised your're still alive, Spence. Cut like that...could bleed you dry. But you're still alive..."

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"I can fix that, shortly."

Ada held herself up, using the desk to balance. Spencer was on the floor in front of her, choking on his own blood. Whatever he had injected her with was keeping her from being able to stand on her wn, and was making it dificult to see or grip anything. Knowing him it was some kind of hyped sedative, made to scare the victim into thinking they were dying, or maybe to make someone who was watching think the person who was dying... But now was not the time for speculation. She had something to finish.

Adjusting her grip on the knife, she managed to push herself forward enough to kneel next to the man. He was almost dead...If she didn't kill him quick, he'd die from the previous wound.

"So long, boss," she hissed, " Been pleasure working for you."

She raised the knife, and reached for her gun at the same time. Spencer would be dead before he knew what happened, literally. While he watched the blade, she grabbed the gun held it only inches from his head, and pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter splattered on the carpet and wall, and just like that, it was done. Her goal of 18 years, over in the blink of an eye. It was almost hard to believe. She stared at the unmoving body in front of her, expecting it to move. When several minutes produced not even a twitch, she drug herself to her feet, and stumbled towards the wall. Using the wall for support she made her way to the door. She was surprised to see that it was moving, as if being pounded on form the other side. It took her a moment to realize there were voices as well, familiar ones. It was Leon, Rebecca, and Billy. They were arguing about something, while trying to get in at the same time.

oh well, Ada thought, I'm done here anyway, now we can get the hell out of here. "Just...open... the door!" She yelled, or at least tried. Her voice didn't want to work.

"It's locked!" Rebecca called back with some anger in her voice, as if it were Ada's fault.

Her vision was seriously screwed up by now, and everything was a red blur. She reached the door, and felt for the lock. But as she turned it, she heard two clicks. One of another lock on the door, and one of the trap she should have anticipated going off. She heard the grinding, which meant one of Spencer's falling ceilings. He certainly hadn't wanted anyone who might have killed him to get away.

"Ada?" she heard Leon say over the noise, "What was that?"

"C-ceiling...falling..." She gasped in reply, struggling to stay up. She felt for the second lock, but couldn't find it. It had to be on the other side of the door. "There's..a lock...on that side!"

She heard them begin to argue again, as they tried to unlock the door. Ada heard it unlock just as she lost her hold on conciousness. She slumped against the doors, kocking them open when Leon turned the knob, and fell forward into a surprised Leon's arms.

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"Jill!" Chris shouted, starting to run towards her, but Wesker stopped him.

"Not so fast, Chris. She's as good as dead, same as you. Should have said good bye before you got here, now you're just out of luck. "

Chris felt Wesker's fist connect with his stomach, and for a breif moment felt his feet come off the ground. Then he hit the wall. Wesker loomed over him, smirking. Chris felt for his knife, but he didn't have it...He had left it with Krauser's body. All he had was his gun, but that wouldn't do much good, since it was back where he had previously been standing. He stood, surprised that Wesker hadn't killed him yet.

Kylie sat on top of an open door, playing with a skull, and watching the men fight. It was entertaining. Much more entertaining then the skull that was certain. She tossed it back and forth in her tiny hands grinning. Both men were battered by now, though the blonde one seemed to be winning. In her amusement, she forgot to keep a tight hold on her toy, and it fell from her hands, and tumbled across the the floor and stopped near the men. She waited for her chance to grab the skull, creeping closer and closer to it, when the blonde man stepped on it. It of course shattered, and her plaything was gone.

Much like a child that has been deprived of sweets, or a favorite toy, she began to wail. Both men stopped dead, and turned to look at her. But their staring only made her scream louder. She rushed at both of them, tiny arms flailing about as she clawed at both of them, but most of her attention was on the blonde one. She had never liked him, anyway.

Chris stumbled backwards away from Kylie and Wesker. He'd let them fight it out. Then he'd finish off the one left standing. But he needed to check on Jill first. Turning away from the battle that was quickly turning bloody, he found that someone had beat him to making sure Jill was alright. Tyler had ergained conciousness and was knelt beside Jill's limp form.

"she's alive," he said, not looking up, and ignoring the yells from the fight, "But her arm's busted, and I'm pretty sure that she's got several broken ribs."

Chris looked down at the unconcious woman, sighing. He knelt down as well, placing a hand on Jill's cheek, then turned his head to watch Wesker and Kylie. Whichever won, he'd kill.

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Leon, surprised, nearly dropped Ada, but managed to just barely avoid doing so. The woman was unconcious, though it was unclear why. He risked poking his head into the room, since the ceiling was still far from reaching the floor. an old man lay on the floor near an old wooden desk. He looked like he'd had a visit to the butcher. He was slice open from the hip to his shoulder from what Leon could see. It was little wonder he was dead with a wound like that. Though there was a bullet hole in his skull, so that may have been what actually killed him.

He turned his attention back to Ada, who was waking up, then passing out again. He lifted her up comepletely off the floor, and looked at the other two, "Let's get out of here...Need to wake her up."

They went back to the room they had come from,and Leon tried to shake her awake. After a moment of no sucess, she opened her eyes. She looked up at him as if she didn't recognize him, and started mumbling something. Though Leon didn't bother to determine what. She had obviously been drugged. And they wouldn't be going anywhere until the effects wore off.

After about 45 minutes she woke up fully. She sat up, and glanced around.

"Where am I?" she asked, "and what happened?"

"You're just- ow!" Billy started, but stopped when Rebecca yanked another large bit of wood from his arm.

"You're down the hall from where you were," Leon finished, "as for what happened, the door opened and you've been slipping in and out of conciousness, babbling nonsense."

"Spencer and his damn drugs...He injected me with some kind of sedative, or something..I don't know what it was, but it certainly did a number on me."

"You think you'll be able to come with us?"

"It wasn't that powerful," she said, somewhat sarcastically, "Give me a minute and I'll be right as rain..."

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A scream, louder then the others they had heard, took Tyler and Chris' attention away from Jill. Wesker had finally gotten a good hold on Kylie, and she wasn't happy. With on swift yank, he broke her back, and her cry was cut off. Wesker tossed the child's body aside, satisfied. He was bleeding from bites and scratches all over. Any actual human would have died of blood-loss long ago, but then, Wesker wasn't exactly human.

He turned towards Chris, breathing heavily. Chris stood, "Looking a little tired, Wesker...Need a break?"

"Not before I get rid of you," Wesker spat, "You and the rest of your team."