Rebecca woke with a start. Her phone was ringing on the end table just above her head, the beeping of the ten dollar phone already starting to drive her nuts. Billy groaned beside her and shuffled slightly in his sleep. She reached over, grabbed the phone and flipped open the top.
It was an anonymous number.
Rebecca put the phone to her ear, then asked 'what?' in an annoyed tone, not actually thinking for a moment who it could have been.
Silence.
'Chris? Are you there?' Rebecca thought that he was the only person it could be, or maybe it could have been Jill, but she wasn't thinking. She was starting to panic at the absence of an answer. She sat up and swung her legs around the couch, ready to get up until she felt Billy's hand on her shoulder.
'We know where you are Chambers,' a nasal voice said on the other end of the line. 'And we are coming.' There was an evil sounding laugh, like something from a horror movie.
'Wesker?!' Rebecca almost screamed, the realisation and fear hitting her like a steam train. 'What do you want? Where's Chris? Where's Jill?' She was angry now, and also started breathing heavily from the panic that started to grip her. The man who betrayed the Alpha team, who had led them to that goddamn heel-hole of a mansion, and who had killed Enrico.
She would never forgive him.
'You'll see them soon Rebecca, don't you worry. You should just worry about being caught yourself. You don't want anything to happen to Billy now, do you?' He laughed again and then hung up, leaving the shivers to crawl down Rebecca's back.
'We've got to go!' Rebecca said to Billy, getting to her feet with a slight cry in pain.
'Rebecca, you can't go like this,' Billy said, getting up right behind her. She ignored him, knowing that she had to get them out and started to gather all of the documents on her table and end table, stuffing them all into her duffel bag. She couldn't help but wince when she put weight on her leg, but she kept going as she was all too aware of the fact that they had to leave, now! After a few moments, Billy couldn't take it and stopped her, placing a huge hand on her shoulder.
'Rebecca, stop,' Billy said quietly, calmly. But she chose to ignore him, continuing in her frenzied attempt to get all of her documents in the bag so that Umbrella wouldn't get their hands on them. 'Look at me.' Billy tried again, gently placing a hand under her chin and raising it slightly. He only saw a girl different to the one back in the facility. She wasn't as strong – she was defeated, had given up. 'Tell me. What's going on?'
Rebecca looked at Billy, feeling defeated and worthless. She felt like a complete disappointment. She had been caught, had gotten them both caught by giving up on the both of them the night before. She was a disappointment to her team and had let them all down, even in their death.
But they still had time and she wasn't going to give up again.
'We've been caught,' Rebecca said, calmer and determined now that she had her mind set. 'Well, not yet. Wesker, leader of Umbrella, knows where we are and has sent out a team.' Rebecca picked up the last of her documents and folded them into the bag.
'Shit,' Billy cursed under his breath, getting his jacket from the couch. He'd be sweltering in the June heat, but he had to cover up his tattoo. Rebecca hid the dog-tag under her t-shirt, and then got changed into another pair of jeans. Billy had the decency to look away.
'Stay here. I'll go out and see if anyone's around,' Rebecca said walking towards the door, stumbling on her leg but the wound managed to stay shut with the help of the bandages. Rebecca got to the door, already feeling tired and ready to quit. But she wouldn't. With her jaw set, she opened the door cautiously…
Only to hear the sound of a window smashing behind her and a sharp cry in pain.
'Billy!' Rebecca screamed, dropping her duffel bag at the door and running back towards the living area. She ran in, bumping straight into Billy as she entered the doorway. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the couch. She pushed it, and with a bit of help from Billy managed to flip it onto its side, providing some cover from any gun fire. She picked up her gun from under the table and checked the clip, pulling the safety off.
'You okay?' Rebecca quickly looked him over, Assessing for any injury. Billy nodded, and Rebecca looked back over to the doorway, her gun poised and ready. 'See what I mean about the windows?' She whispered coyly, a smile playing on her face despite the situation.
She needed to come up with a plan, to make sure that Billy would get out safely, but she couldn't think of a single idea. There couldn't be that many, could there? Five or six at most, maybe? They wouldn't want to raise any suspicion – Umbrella were meant to be dead and buried after all.
'Rebecca Chambers. William Coen. Come out with your hands on your heads and you will not be harmed!' a voice boomed from across the floor. Rebecca felt slight panic as she heard loud, reinforced footsteps. She looked over at Billy, seeing him tense and watchful of the doorway. He reminded her of a lion, waiting to pounce on its prey.
A figure came in and Rebecca instantly pulled the trigger of her Browning. There was a loud pop and a scream after the initial sound of the gun being fired, then the man in black fell to the floor. Rebecca had hit him in the knee. Another man came in and Rebecca took him out too, shooting him just above the knee.
A third and fourth man came in, their guns already aimed at chest height. They quickly had to alter their aim to the height of the couch after taking in their surroundings.
'Billy. Stay down!' Rebecca shouted as she shot a couple more rounds, hitting one in the stomach, but going wide of the second. A bullet whizzed past her ear as she ducked back behind the couch, only millimetres away from her head. She gave out a slight, shocked whimper but was back firing at the man within seconds.
She looked up from behind the couch briefly, noting that two more men had come through from the hall. She let off another three rounds before checking her clip – only four bullets left. If she missed again, they weren't gonna make it. She looked at Billy and gave a slight nod, wanting him to follow her lead. Rebecca slowly stood up, placing her hands on her head and dropped the gun to the floor, kicking it over to Billy. Pure terror gripped her, her stomach folding and feeling sick with nerves. She hoped Billy knew what he had to do.
Billy stood up and edged away from the couch slowly, making sure that his foot was still on the gun behind it. Rebecca stayed still, knowing that if this went wrong, they were better off dead. She breathed deeply again, a sheen of sweat breaking out across her spotless brow.
'Rebecca Chambers and William Coen! We are arresting you under the authority of Umbrella on –' the man didn't have time to finish. He had walked round to Rebecca whilst two other went over to Billy, and Rebecca hit him square in the jaw, a pain shot up her arm as her fist connected with a crack. He staggered slightly, and Rebecca took the chance to attack again, this time hitting his neck. There was a gasp for air as she struck his windpipe, then he was on the floor, breathing heavily and groaning.
Billy crouched and swung his leg, taking the legs from underneath the closest man to him, causing him to fall to the ground with a loud thud. The other man fired his gun, but Billy was already behind the couch, taking cover and aiming the Browning. He fired, but missed and hit the wall behind him. It was harder to aim than he thought in the dim light from the lamp.
Rebecca was thrown to the floor, a pain shooting through her stomach from where she was hit by the butt of the AK47 in the man's hands. He now pointed his gun at her and taking aim for her head. She kicked out, her foot hitting the gun and causing it to fly from his hands. It flew across the room, almost hitting the lamp, but thankfully missing it.
Rebecca was about to kick the man again, until he lunged forward and pinned her to the ground. He wrapped his legs around her waist, making it so that she couldn't move her legs or get free. Before she could throw a punch at him, the man in black slapped her hard across the face, the blow causing her to cry out in shock and bite through her tongue. She spat blood in the man's face, getting a blob of red saliva in his eye. He wiped it away before lunging for her again.
Billy was trying to get both men off him, grabbing one of them to use as a human shield. He fired at the other, missing him by a hairs breath. He only had one bullet left, and had to make sure he hit him this time. He took aim again, and before he could fire it was too late. The man Billy held cut his arm with a knife he must have had in his shoulder holster, causing him to instinctively let go, the pain making him stop. He kicked the man, sending a roundhouse kick straight to his nose. He fell back, but came forward again with his knife held high. Billy reached out grabbing hold of the man's arm and pulling it behind him, twisting his arm to an unnatural angle. There was a crack and a cry, then Billy pushed him into the table. The force of the throw caused the table to break. There was a loud crash from the falling table and snapping wood.
'Billy!' Rebecca screamed, watching as he fell to the floor, his head bleeding. She moved over to him, blood covering her eyes from the cuts of the previous man's knife.
Time slowed for a moment – just a moment. But in that moment, Rebecca saw the wound to Billy's head from the man in black stood before her. She saw the blood trickling down his face and the pleading look in his eyes. Rebecca crawled over to him, felling battered and bruised from the fight she had with the man seconds before. She felt tired as she reached him, her eyes getting heavy and her movements becoming laboured once again.
She reached Billy and took his hand, and lying beside him. She looked at his eyes, seeing sorrow and an unspoken apology as he looked at her. She shook her head slightly, her chin trembling from the effort of keeping in her sobs and her jaw clenching with the littler determination she had left.
'I'm sorry,' she whispered, looking at the two men above them. The cries of the other men could still be heard, but they seemed to be in another time.
Rebecca got up and lunged, taking one of the men down in a final attempt to get them down. But it was futile, and she was back on the floor next to Billy in an instant. Billy reached out and grabbed her hand, giving it a slight squeeze before the two of them passed out.