Plague of Darkness
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Ada
"Look Mr. Serra, do you know the location of the sample?" The man paced the small cabin as Ada spun her pistol around on her finger. She sighed as the man walked around the small table in the middle of the cabin.
"You infected?" asked Serra. Ada laughed, and shook her head.
"Of course not Mr. Serra. I need the location of the sample, my employer demands it. I can do it the hard way, or the easy way." Serra sighed, and held up his hands in mock defeat. He pulled a chair from under the table, and sat down.
"Saddler has the sample. You cannot get it. He's on an island not too far off from a castle on the hill. There is a boat there that you can take to the island. I can try to get the sample from Saddler. I think that he thinks I'm infected with Las Plagas still, so I can sneak it away from him."
"Good plan Mr. Serra," said Ada. She walked to the front door of the cabin.
"Oh, and Luis?" the man looked away from examining his fingers and smiled.
"Yeah?"
"This conversation never happened. Have you seen the American agent?" Serra laughed, and put his boots onto the table, and crossed his arms.
"Yes, Mr. Kennedy. What about him?"
"I…know him personally. But even so, this conversation never happened." Serra smiled, and then flung out his weapon. Ada looked at it closely, and found that it was a Red9, custom made. It's main barrel was silver with some special insiginias, and looked like it had the hammer of a .45. Ada took out her Punisher. They had the same hammer.
"Where'd you get that?" she asked Serra. He spun it around a put it in its holster, gunslinger style. He shook his head.
"I got it out of the island armoury before I came here. Why?" Ada smiled, and stepped away from the door.
"It's a .45 Red9 with amazing fire capabilities. Mind if I try?" Serra smirked, then stood up. He pulled a flask from the back of his belt, and spun the cap open. He took a long drink, and wiped his mouth. He went to the windowsill and placed the flash there.
What?
Serra opened his hand. There were two bullets. He reached into his pocket and pulled out three red bullets. Ada raised an eyebrow.
"Blanks," indicated Serra. He shook them around in his hand and then poured them into the Red9's chamber. He then walked through the door to the cabin, and about one meter away.
"The third bullet will be the one that hits." Serra pulled back the hammer, and fired. It narrowly missed the flask. He pulled back the hammer again, and shot. The bullet missed the flask. He squinted, and fired, and the flash went through the back window. Ada smiled, and Serra spun his weapon.
"Good eh?"
"I don't miss either." Ada took out her Punisher, and without turning her gaze she fired at three wine bottles behind her, still smiling at Serra. She blew the smoke out of her pistol, and patted Serra on the shoulder. He smiled, and sat back at the table.
"I've got to go. I'll see you Mr. Serra."
"You too. What was your name again?"
"…Ada…"
"Ok. I'll wait here for Leon. Do you know where he could be?"
"He's approaching the lake. Del Lago has been wakened, and Leon needs help. I'm heading to the lake." Serra nodded, and took out a smoke he had found in the cabin. He took out his Red9 and held the tip of the smoke to the barrel, and fired. The smoke was lit. He took a long drag, and then sighed happily. Ada smiled, and left.
Leon
Mom always told me to stay away from lakes where you can't see the bottom…
Near the shore.
Leon approached the lake, not liking the look of it at all. It smelt of burnt coal around the whole lake, as well as a smell of moist socks. Leon saw the blood of where his comrade had been taken by whatever lived in the depths. He saw a shack beside the lake, and proceeded towards it, maybe trying to find the key to unlock the starter on the boat beside a creaky dock.
Leon entered the door less shack and looked around. Various propellers were on the walls, and there was a workbench and window overlooking the lake. Tools and the faint smell of oil filled the room. It looked like it hadn't been used in years. He walked over to the workbench and found a key that looked like it could unlock the start up cord.
Leon went back outside and walked onto the creaky deck. He holstered his pistol and climbed into the rickety boat. It swayed as Leon sat down on the middle plank. He turned towards the rusty motor and inserted the key into the chamber and turned. He heard a click which must have meant that the start up cord was unlocked. He pulled it, but it didn't start up.
No gas.
Leon sighed and looked across the lake. How could he get across the lake? If he swam…that thing would get him before he got away from shore. He heard the sound of metal banging against wood. Leon turned and saw a metal gas can banging against the dock as the current pushed it. Leon reached for it, and cut the rope on it, and took it into the boat. There wasn't enough left, but if he sped across he could make it.
Leon poured the remains of the container into the fuel tank on the boat. He threw the container onto the dock, and again tried to start the boat. It coughed a little, and then loudly it turned on, puffing lots of gas. Leon turned, and slowly edged away from the dock, and slowly gripped the throttle and began to go faster. Leon was almost halfway across the lake, when some unnatural ripples began to move the boat slightly.
Oh shit.
Leon tried to move the boat, but the thing jumped out of the water so fast Leon almost fell out of the boat.
"Mother of Christ!" he swore. The thing went back into the water. Leon turned the throttle and then began to drive in the opposite direction when he was pulled into the opposite direction. He grasped the sides of the boat as it changed its direction. Spray hit his face so hard that it stung. Leon gasped for air as dirty water went down his throat.
Leon noticed that the large anchor that had been on the boat was missing. It must have been attached to the thing that was pulling him. No handgun our shotgun could destroy this thing. Leon looked around as the thing began to pull him around some islands. On the side of the boat were harpoons. Leon picked one up and stood up halfway, grabbing onto the side for the support. He aimed, and then threw a harpoon. It hit its target square, and the thing let out a roar of pain.
"Yes!" said Leon. He grabbed the throttle and tried to steer around one of the islands.
Shit!
The boat hit a stump or some kind of stick sticking out of the side of the island. The boat hit it with such speed that it went flying into the air, sending Leon into the deep. His heart and muscles strained as he regained control and began to swim upwards. He opened his eyes but the water was so dirty he couldn't see anything, and also it stung his airs. He let the air fill his lungs. He then began to forward paddle as fast as he could towards the boat. He climbed in and almost fell out again when the thing burst out of the water beside his boat. He got out a harpoon and threw it- it hit its target. It moaned and went underwater.
It's tired.
Leon was pulled forward again. He took out a harpoon and fired it, but the thing went under the water and dodged the harpoon. Blood leaked from the big body. Suddenly, it disappeared.
"Shit…where is it?" Leon looked around and grabbed a harpoon, trying to keep his balance. There were three left. His aim would have to be quick. Suddenly, he heard a huge splash. He spun around and saw it coming behind him. It opened its mouth, and suddenly what seemed like hundreds of tentacles were beginning to snap at him as it came closer. Leon aimed and fired into its mouth.
That did the job. It moaned and dove underwater, it was now officially afraid of Leon. It had to back out. As it dove, Leon felt something around his ankle. It was the rope of the anchor.
Son of a…
It was tightening. It was squeezing Leon's leg so hard, it was so painful. He screamed in agony and clenched his teeth. The boat was beginning to arc downwards. He pulled out his knife and began to desperately slash at the rotting seams that kept the rope together.
"Arrgh!" he shouted at no one as he slashed at the rope. Suddenly, it gave way and the other half went down with the carcass of the thing that had attacked him. He breathed deeply and held his heart. After a few moments of collecting himself, he turned on the motor, and prayed that he could get to shore.
As he pulled up to the dock, the motor died. Leon laughed, not believing his luck. He jumped out of the boat, and began to proceed to a small cabin perhaps to take a rest, which was when he began to cough. He looked at his hand, and there was blood on it.
What? Internal bleeding?
Leon clutched at his chest as it began to burn. He felt like something was inside of him, clawing at his insides. He clenched his first, and slammed the cabin door open, and fell to his knees, and then fell unconscious.
Ada
Ada walked inside the cabin, and was watching Leon. She called Wesker.
"Yes?"
"The sample is doing its job. It's beginning."