Chapter Four-Arms of a Angel (Luciana's P.O.V)

Wanting to wake up that morning sucked majorly since Chris nor I wanted to move from our comfortable positions. But as soon as we stepped outside onto the fifth floor, infected began to hobble towards us and groaned with each step. Their moans filling the floor with a lifeless, monotone ring. And when both of us thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. We had ran into a whole horde of "Licker's" and we even encountered a Uroboros virus that had mutated into something unrecognizable to Chris, something I had no chance of seeing.

I rushed past the infected, Chris up ahead of me at the elevator keeping the door open. The injury I had sustained from the B.O.W, "Licker", tampering my leg and my speed. I swung my gun to the side, hitting a infected square in the eyes.

"Come on, Luciana," Chris shouted, covering himself as well as me.

I whimpered as the pain shot up my leg and the venom beginning to pulse through my veins. As the elevator door began to close again, I dived. I felt strong arms wrap around me; I gasped as they gripped me tightly and the I heard the door hiss close. I opened my eyes to find myself leaning against Chris' chest.

He breathed, "Are you all right?"

I nodded silently into his chest as I moved away and yanked up my pants leg. Hitting the emergency stop button and unfolding my pocket knife. I breathed shallow breaths as I felt death try and grasp me for his own.

"I will not be your paramour," I hissed as I fought back with the virus inside my body.

Finally I had won and the saliva oozed out. I scraped my knife over it, cleaning away all of the sticky substance as the wound already began to heal. Rolling my pant leg down, I saw Chris press the go button causing the elevator to lurch upwards.

"Gotta love how the elevator works enough to drag our asses to the fourth floor," I sighed, wiping my blade on the backside of my jeans.

"Thank God," Chris chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

I smiled warmly as I barely touched his shoulder. He looked over to me and smiled kindly, as he grabbed my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. The elevator came steadily to a halt as Chris and I departed from our comforting gazes. We both raised our weapons up until we heard gunfire.

"Did you hear that," I gasped.

"Yeah… lets try and find out where it came from," Chris stated as he rolled his neck.

I nodded as we swiftly exited the elevator shaft, running towards the gunshots.

"Josh! What level are they located at," yelled a thick feminine accent.

There was a slight pause till we heard, "Level six, Sheva! Christ they are everywhere!"

"Sheva," Chris and I both hollered.

We both rushed forward, as I ignored the still painful shot the came whenever pressure was applied to my wounded leg. Chris and I rounded the bend to find Sheva and Josh, standing up on top of a desk, shooting nearby infected. Chris and I began to fire at long distance, each one of our targets falling from headshots.

"Nice," Chris exclaimed, as one of my bullets traveled through two infected's heads.

I nodded with a smirk spreading on my face.

Sheva's ponytail swayed with each pivot move that she made, occasional wisps falling in front of her face. Her big brown eyes wide with fear and concentration. She sported her purple muscle tank top and other gear. Cargo, boots, and everything else.

Josh had sweat glistening on his forehead, as he wore his B.S.A.A camouflage uniform. His M-60 pressed up to his face as it bullets sprayed out.

As the last infected fell, both pairs looked at each other.

"Luciana! Chris," Sheva exclaimed, as she jumped off.

She ran towards us and threw her arms around me first.

"You know them," Chris questioned, his eyebrows knitted together again.

"We all trained during the same time with BSAA," I explained, as Sheva pulled away and hugged Chris.

Her smile squishing her cheeks to the corner of her eyes.

"Nice to see both of you made it out alive. These bastards gave us a run for out money," Josh chuckled.

"Good to see a familiar face," Chris said, as he shook Josh's hand.

I looked to the two of them and asked, "What are you two doing here? Do you know what happened here?"

"It was an arranged attack," Sheva began, "Albert Wesker planned all of this."

Chris shook his head then argued, "Impossible. You and I both blew his ass to bits with fucking rockets while he was in a bat of hot, boiling lava! Its insanity that anyone could survive that!"

"But he did, Chris. A search team was put together to recover his body," Josh said.

"And they found nothing, except the Uroboros virus dead with a body impression. The virus sacrificed itself for the higher being, for the host," Sheva complied, holstering her weapon.

Chris ran a hand through his hair as he turned around and kicked a desk, "Damn it!"

The rest of us jumped at his explosive behavior. I watched as Chris tossed and chucked anything he could get his hands on.

"Chris," Sheva whispered, calmly.

I winced at the way she said his name but smiled within myself as I saw him push her away. As Sheva retreated over by Josh she motioned for me to give it a try.

"Chris," I murmured.

He shook his head as he turned around to face me. Chris leaned against the desk, with his arms crossed and face set stone hard. I walked over in front of him and holstered my weapon as I took his, placing it on the desk. I looked up at him, his eyes and face unreadable.

"I promised her that they would pay… and I thought it all started with him being dead. But the nightmare never ends," Chris chuckled darkly.

I murmured, "You promised, Jill Valentine."

Chris looked down at me shocked as I held his gaze solidly and unwavering.

"Don't play dumb either, Chris. I read your file… everything on you. I also know about Jill and her attempt at suicide plus what occurred between her and Wesker. I wasn't born yesterday. Plus that is really the only person you could have promised since you naturally would promise that to family," I stated coldly.

Chris just stood there unmoving as I told him all of this; he quickly shook away his surprise.

"Really you know everything about me? Then why the hell don't know everything about you, Sanchez! Huh? It seems every five fucking seconds you have a new secret to reveal to me," Chris hollered.

Sheva and Josh were standing behind me, glares forming on their faces. These two had known me longer than they had Chris.

"Mr. Redfield, I would watch your tone with her," Josh hissed.

Chris looked from me to Josh then said, "Do you even know what she is? She is a fucking Umbrella guinea pig for fucks sake!"

"Chris," Sheva exclaimed as she came up beside me and squeezed my arm, pulling me away.

Josh glanced at me then returned to glaring at Chris.

"They already know, Chris and they have known ever since I met them," I stated.

"Why the hell did you not tell me," he hissed.

"To protect you further from Umbrella! You had killed Albert Wesker, or so you thought, and you didn't need another worry on your chest. Thinking and worrying that I was going to betray humanity! Well F.Y.I, Chris! I'm still fucking human and plan to stay that way. I kept it from you to protect you because I found it best," I shrieked, settling my face into a hard stone mask.

My voice echoing through the silent hallways that were lined with offices. Offices that probably held pictures of the family, wife and kids, maybe even mom and dad.

Chris stared at me in shock as I finally gave in and buckled my legs. I shrunk down to my knees and rested my head in my hands.

"If I could I would trade places with Jill… who would want to live with my curse. No one. I would trade places with all of these dead people who actually had loved ones that cared for them instead of me suffering through out half of my life. Putting on a smile so that way no one would worry," I croaked, keeping my eyes closed against my hands.

I heard Josh curse under his breath and curse something inaudible at Chris; Sheva breathed as her footfalls left me and Chris.

I felt arms wrap around me and haul me up, bridal style. I kept my eyes closed as they kept facing towards the person's chest. I felt myself being turned vertically as my legs hit a desk. I sat down, opening my eyes to gaze at the floor and saw tan hiking boots. Chris. His palms placed on either side of me, his breath tickling down to my cheeks as it bounced from my head.

"Jill is like a sister to me, everyone always thought it has been something else but they all misread. She has been through hell and back along side me, I owe her at least the promise dead or alive that this shit would come to an end.

"As for your attempt to keep your secret from me… you shouldn't have. The only way I would have worried that way is if the contents of your history would lead to that. Some of them do but you rebound off of them and make your attitude positive no matter what. You don't have to protect me either I'm a big kid," Chris said, as his voice showing his emotions.

I looked up to the guilt and concern swimming through his eyes. Chris stood up, removing his hands from the side of the desk. He brought both of his hands up allowing both the pads of his thumbs to caress my grime covered cheeks.

"You must find me pathetic… debole bambina," I muttered, as his hands still framed my face.

Chris chuckled, "No, not ever… everyone has their moments and this is one of yours."

I smiled slightly as I leaned forward, resting against Chris' massive chest. I breathed in his scent consisting of gun powder and leather. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Angel custode," I said with a grin.

I pulled away to look up at his face, entwined with confusion and wonder. I grinned even wider.

Chris chuckled, "Run that by me again."

I laughed then said, "It means Guardian Angel."

"Ok," he said, still not getting it.

"That's what you are," I said, hopping off the desk.

I looked up his huge, looming figure and blushed slightly.

"Who am I guarding exactly," Chris chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

I thought for a moment and said, "La persona in piedi di fronte a voi."

"Not fair, partner," Chris growled against me ear.

I chuckled to myself as I shook my head and looking up into his eyes. I turned my face back to the ground as Chris cleared his throat.

"You good to walk," Chris gruffly asked.

"Umm… yeah, I believe so. I just don't want to fall and appear to be a fool," I chuckled slightly.

"I won't let you fall, not now or never," Chris murmured, pressing my body gently against his.

I slowly took a slight step causing my legs to buckle. Chris immediately grabbed me and pressed me harder into his chest causing our legs to tangle up together. I looked up at Chris who was staring at me with a slight smirk as we both drew closer to each other.

"Chris, Luciana! Come one we have to get a move on, there are people on the surface waiting for our return," Sheva's voice echoed from down the hall.

Chris cleared his throat as he slowly backed away from me, allowing me time to readjust myself. I watched Chris grab his gun and quickly reload it, shoving it into his holster. Yanking out my ponytail I readjusted it to make it tighter and gave my jacket a quick tug to reposition itself around me. I gave Chris a nod as we ventured towards Sheva and Josh, my vision soon turning black.