Plague of Darkness
By Dear Aden
A/N: I'm back.
After Salazaar left, Leon moved to the other side of the room. There was a wooden door. He pressed his ear up against it, trying to listen to anything on the other side. He could hear people speaking Spanish- probably more of those bizarre monks. He withdrew his gun and then slowly opened the door. There was no one in sight.
One of the monks had prepared a tripwire. Leon could see it. He flicked the safety of the gun with his thumb, and then fired off a shot. The tripwire exploded, shattering vases and pots around it.
"Leon, there's a switch down there!" Leon diverted his attention to Ashley, and saw her pointing at some jail cell area. Leon walked up to the bars and stared down. He couldn't see anyone down there, but he could definantly see a switch. He walked around Ashley and checked the door. It was locked.
"Ashley, wait here," said Leon, "fill the six piece and scream if any of them come." Ashley nodded, withdrew the gun Leon and given her. He then jogged away quickly, when suddenly an axe sailed past his ear. He rolled out of the way and then creeped to the edge of what seemed like a sarcophagus, crouched in angst.
They were now speaking Spanish rapidly. Leon yanked a grenade from his belt, and pulled the pin. He threw it, and then waited for the explosion. It came, then groans of surprise, then blood and bodies everywhere. Leon charged forward until he had reached a dead end. There was nowhere to go.
He looked around when a painting had caught his eye. He had sworn the eyes had moved. He withdrew his gun and walked slowly towards it. A sparkle made his eyes tingle. He release that there was a key on the painting. He grabbed it, realizing it was the same size as the jail cell keyhole. He looked back up at the painting, but the eyes were gone.
Ada
Shit…that was a close one.
Ada never liked small, squished corridors.
"Luis, are you sure you know where we're going?" she called ahead of herself. The reply came back uneasily.
"My grandfather built these passages and taught me them. I do know where we have to go, but I am afraid to meet the enemy. Come on now, quickly. We must get the sample."
Ada followed him, waving the cobwebs out of her face and moving as fast as she could. She was afraid. She was afraid that Krauser would screw up, and their cover would be blown. He was cutting it close enough meeting her at unsafe zones. Wesker was getting uneasy as well, but she couldn't call the shots.
"Here, this will take us to the Ballroom, Saddler should be there because it's a direct route from the Ballroom to the Island via a secret elevator." Ada nodded.
All we need now, is the sample.
Leon
"Holy shit!" He rolled out of the way as the giant creature broke the chains that held it against the wall. Leon shot a look behind him as the door to freedom closed. He would have to destroy it. Leon aimed his gun at the monster's head and fired off eight rounds, but they only bounced off. Leon ran to the side as the creature swiped blindly again. Leon backed up as it almost "sniffed" the air. A huge ringing sound came out of nowhere and then suddenly the monster charged towards the sound. Leon jumped to the side and the creature its metal claws into the wall. That's when he saw the "thing" in its back.
Leon didn't think- he withdrew his knife and drove it deep into the thing, then twisted it. The thing splattered green blood, and the monster itself twisted in agony and let out a huge roar. It swung its claws around itself, but Leon ducked in time and rolled away.
He ran towards the other bell and then punched it. The creature went rigid for a moment and then charged towards the bell. He stabbed his claws into the wall again, and then began to try yanking them out. Leon drove the knife in deep again, twisting more this time. The thing splattered, and the monster screamed. Leon ran to the opposite wall and withdrew his pistol, sheathing his knife. The monster turned around, took a step towards him, and then fell down face first.
Albert Wesker
"I don't care how much shit Krauser is in Ada, I need you to clean up his mess! You've been in this with me since the beginning, and I will owe you everything for the recreation of Umbrella!" Silence.
"Alright. Call me once you've got results." The man hung up the phone and folded his hands, squeezing them, trying to get the blood circulation going.
Tonight, Albert Wesker had his own agenda.
He stood up, and turned away from the dozen computer monitors. All of them were monitoring Ada and Krauser's progress. He walked over to the kitchen of his small, New York apartment and began fixing himself some coffee. He was getting tired, but Ada or Krauser had not produced special results.
He made it quickly and then walked to his desk. There was a small block box to the left whch he picked up. He opened it, and on the inside there was a gun, a Killer7. He picked it up and put It inside his jacket pocket. He left the apartment and locked it.
Tonight, Wesker had his own agenda. Tonight, he was going to kill man named Chris Redfield.