Chapter one: Tom's Willpower
Wesker stood up from his chair.
"Time to play some games." He said, chuckling
Kyle and Sandy had just pulled up to the hospital. A bum holding a newspaper and a spray bottle of water walked up to them.
"Do you need your window washed?" came from the bum.
"Go for it." Kyle said, handing him a ten dollar bill. The hospital doors slid open. Kyle walked to the check in desk.
"Hello, what room is Tom Williams in?" Sandy politely asked, Kyle nervous and biting his lip.
"243. Elevators down the hall to your left." the elderly nurse said after typing searches into the reference computer, her voice disgruntled.
"Thank you" Sandy said, not letting her annoyance of the woman get hold of her.
They called the elevator. Now Sandy bit her lip as Kyle rubbed his eye.
"Damn allergies." Kyle said, with a small laugh. A ding let them now that the elevator had come. Out of the three, it was the one rightmost. The hospital was relatively empty, as this one got the least business. One person waited in the lobby for the elevator as well. Kyle held the door for him and pressed 2.
"What room are you visiting?" Kyle made small talk with him.
"241." The man replied, a voice that sounded rough as though the man went through years of intense stress.
Sandy started rubbing her head. The elevator music and the gravelly voice didn't mix well. It felt like that elevator ride would never end. Finally the door opened and the man bustled out, straight for room 241. Kyle and Sandy walked down the hall, looking for room 243. A nurse with a dead look in her eye slowly passed Kyle and Sandy.
"243. Here we go." Kyle said, moaning.
Kyle slowly twisted the doorknob. The door opened with a small creak. Kyle walked to Tom's bed in the cold hospital room. Thunder came from outside. Tom was as pale as a ghost.
"It just started raining," Tom said in a fearful voice," reminds me of back in Teri city."
"Tom, that's over now, we survived. You got to let the past go." Sandy stated, soothingly but still a hint of dominance.
"No!" Tom yelled at her "I will not stop until we find who was responsible for the mess that sent us through hell! Because of them Carly is dead! She was too young! Dammit! Thousands of people died…thousands of people died…" his voice broke, and he started crying. Bawling his eyes out. Kyle started to tear and Sandy cried with Tom.
…A half hour later…
The group had been done crying and sat talking about what they wished they could change, how dedicated they were to take down the attackers. A doctor had interrupted the conversations.
"Tom, you'll be able to leave tonight, your arm is fine, just don't be rough with it. It'll be in a sling for weeks and bandaged, nothing to worry about."
Tom nodded. A door slammed just before they left. Sandy could see the irritation in Tom's eyes about the paper dress he was wearing. He got lucky that they didn't make him stay overnight, she thought, He hates hospitals.
"Tom, can you remember who shot you?" Sandy suddenly asked, as the question recurred to her.
"No. Just a man in black, with sunglasses." Tom said, scrunching his face as he thought.
The door slid open. Kyle and the others walked into the dark room. A man in black and sunglasses sat there…..
Kyle shuddered at the memory. The elevator doors opened. The man Kyle and Sandy saw earlier was just exiting.
"We're parked just outside." Kyle said to Tom.
"Okay," Tom said "I feel so wasted."
"You just need more rest." Sandy stated.
Tom nodded. He started to gag and choke, and was turning whiter by the minute. His head convulsed and went everywhere his neck would take it. He yelled out in pain, ripping his head around. He shoved Kyle and Sandy off of him. They stared in horror as their friend fainted.
"Tom!" Sandy screamed, picking him up. He was extremely pale.
Kyle paced with his hands on his head in frustration.
"He needs to go back in there," Kyle said "apparently, he got sick after the bullet hit him."
Sandy nodded. Kyle had nudged her aside and he picked Tom up. Sandy ran ahead to the front desk.
"Quick! We need the E.R.!" Sandy told the disgruntled hag.
She removed her glasses," Who?"
"Tom! He just got released and he's passed out!"
The hag's eyes widened. "Damn, follow me."
Kyle slipped Tom into a wheelchair by the door, and started to push him down the hall. The hag opened a door, "In here." she said.
Sandy smiled a fake smile, holding the door as the Hag left. A beautiful nurse came up to them and directed them into the room. They passed an old man waiting on one of the beds. He was holding a wet cloth covered in blood over his eye.
"What happened?" Sandy asked the nurse, nodding at the old man.
"Oh," She responded, a pitiful look in her eye, "He was jumped. A real jerk snuck up on him. Luckily officer Chambers caught him."
Chambers… Chambers, I know that name, Kyle thought, Rebecca!
"Wait, what's officer Chamber's first name?" Kyle asked the nurse.
"Rebecca. Tough girl, yes sir, do not mess with her," The nurse told him.
Kyle smiled and replied quietly, "I'm dating a cop, and a good one at that."
The nurse turned and smiled, " Doctor Greenburg will be with you soon, when he is done with Mr. Johnson"
Kyle nodded. He pulled Tom out of the chair and laid him down on the paper bed. Sandy bit her lip.
Kyle noticed this and smiled," Don't worry, he'll be fine!" She smiled fakely at Kyle.
Doctor Greenburg walked in after twenty minutes.
"Sorry it took so long, he needed a lot of help. Now he's getting some pain killers," Doctor Greenburg stated in a friendly voice. "So what's with our buddy here?"
"He was released not an hour ago and passed out once we were out." Sandy stated.
Doctor Greenburg's face became puzzled, "Odd…" was all he said.
Silence. Kyle and Sandy started to worry.
"Take him home, let him rest, if he's fine tomorrow, just let him be, okay?"
Sandy nodded, " Yes sir!" Kyle put Tom into the wheelchair and started to push him out.
The hag was gone. A twenty some year old sat there. Night shift. Kyle continued to push.
They had gotten home just after seven. Kyle had just started to get ready for his date when Tom woke up.
"Kyle? Sandy?" He asked weakly.
Kyle heard this and stopped shaving, throwing the razor blade in the sink. Sandy was already at his side.
"The man in black, he was there today. At the hospital."
Kyle dropped his jaw. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and dialed 2, then pressed send.
Becky answered.
"Hello?" came her sweet voice. Kyle almost forgot why he had called her.
"Becky, my friend has been attacked! I'm gonna have to cancel!" Kyle started out soft, but got firm.
"Who is this?" She asked.
"Kyle! Come over if you want to help!"
She nodded although he couldn't see it, "I'll be there in a second!"
Kyle bit his lip and paced around the room.
15 minutes later…
Officer Chambers walked into the door after Kyle heard the knock. She was in a beautiful outfit. A red dress with drifts of white. She had a brown belt around her waist and red heels. She held an official police 9 millimeter handgun in her right hand. She smiled at Kyle as she was going to reveal her secret.
"I know," Kyle nodded slowly smirking at the beautiful girl. She came in.
"What's the damage?" She asked.
"Our friend, Tom, is sick, and was attacked by a man in dark black with sunglasses."
Rebecca's face went dead white. Wesker. He's alive. He's hurt someone else! Bastard!
"Wher-Where wa-wa-was he??" Becky asked, trembling in fear.
"I saw someone in black leave towards the Compton Inn!!" Sandy concluded.
"We'll strike there!" Becky said, her eyebrows showing extreme anger in her face.
When they were done plotting on how they were going to invade the Compton in Rebecca's Arrest Warrant book, Tom suddenly made it clear.
"I will be the one to take him down. He is mine!"
Becky was unsure of this. If Wesker had survived, that means he should be in Critical condition, but it seemed he was just fine. Which means he was more than a match for Tom, but Becky had enough experience to take down the bastard. It was her who was going to bust the man. Kyle had a special skill. He could tell what people were thinking. Becky wasn't going to let Tom die. Kyle was glad she cared about his friends. Looks like she was one good cop.
"You guys go on ahead, I'll catch up at the front door," Becky told them," Oh, and Tom, you need to stay here, I can't afford to lose another friend."
Kyle was confused, another friend?, what would she mean by that?
"Becky wait!" Kyle shouted as the door slammed. She heard him and bit her lip. He could never know about her other man. She pulled out her cellular phone. She dialed the number she dialed every day.
A dark voice answered, "Hello?"
"Billy, it's Becky, How, How are things going?"
"Good, in fact, I missed you"
Becky was awestruck.
"Well, you can see me tonight, I need your help on a mission. Compton Inn, five minutes."
Billy got off of the bed he was laying on and changed clothes.
"Yeah, yep, I'll be there!" He fell to the floor trying to hop one leg into his jeans. He fumbled his phone and ended up dropping it on the floor.
"" Billy stated as he saw the phone break.
Billy grabbed an old silenced Glock exited the abandoned police precinct, driving an old pickup truck, with a disagreeable odor emitting from the seats. Rotten meat. Billy was used to the smell; he had smelt it for two months now.
Becky had surprised Kyle with that attitude. Oh well, play out as planned out. Time to get back on the freak of nature that was after Tom. Kyle told Sandy to watch Tom, and that he and Becky would finish this nutcase once and for all, and was off.
Compton Inn, seven minutes later…
Billy pulled up to the Compton. Becky's red convertible was staring at him. Dammit Becky, learn to not get trapped before I'm there! Billy didn't even shut the truck's engine off. He opened the door. He hopped out and ran towards the building without shutting the door with the gun in hand. He pulled out his cell phone and called Becky. No answer. Billy ran up the stairs. A staff member looked at Billy.
"Sir, no runn-" His eyes grew wide as Billy pointed the gun at him. Billy shot the man in the shin, and kicked him in the face, knocking him out. He jogged to the Employee stairwell. There was a padlock on the door. He stepped back. He fired two shots into the padlock, more then enough to destroy it.
The door blasted into the small hall, and flipped when it hit the railing and fell two floors to the basement. A huge thud was heard as the door hit the floor. He ran down the stairs. The basement was empty when he got there. The door's wooden slivers were spread everywhere. He heard indistinct voices, and continued walking down the hall of water heaters and electric pressure gauges. The voices came closer as his head throbbed and he fell to the floor, blacking out. Blood flew from his nose, and a man with a shovel stood over him.
Meanwhile…...On the eighth floor……
Kyle and Becky walked down the hall of the eighth floor. 851, 853, 855, but not the door they wanted. Then they saw the door. 857. Becky motioned Kyle to kick the door. He took a few steps back, and charged the door. It didn't budge. He tried this for five minutes. Becky's phone rang. She ignored it.
"F this!" Becky said, shooting the door hinges, and having Kyle kick it.
"Well, you made it this far." came a familiar voice.
"Wesker!" Becky said, firing the handgun at him. He moved out of the bullet's path.
"Little Becky, you should know by now, I am invincible!"
"You are just an ahole!" Kyle retorted. The man just chuckled. His eyes grew a fierce red, and he tackled Kyle. Kyle didn't go down. Wesker had hit Kyle with such force, Kyle went flying back through the sheetrock and crashed through the other wall, and slid across the fire escape, and slid off of the fire escape. He grabbed onto the escape with one hand.
"S" Kyle said hanging on. Becky heard him, and was glad he was alive. Thinking of Kyle reminded her of Billy! Where was he! Wesker grasped her wrists.
"Foolish Rebecca! You will never overpower me! Be glad these are your last second- Ah!" Wesker yelled out in pain as a shovel hit his back. Billy stood there, blood all over his face, and a bloody shovel.
"You okay?" He asked Becky. Becky chuckled, looking at his nose.
"More like are you okay?" Billy smiled at her giving a hand to help her up.
Becky's face slowly turned serious, and she stepped through the sheetrock holes in the walls. She stepped onto the fire escape. Four fingers sat there. Kyle felt blood drip onto his face as two strong hands pulled him up, back onto solid ground. A face unfamiliar to him stared at him.
"Kyle, this is Billy," Rebecca said, smiling. Kyle smiled at Billy.
"Thank you," He said softly.