Resident Evil: Deadly Shadows
Chapter Two: Beauty and the Factory
"Where the hell do you things keep coming from?" The black haired girl asked the body of a monstrous human that lied on the ground. The strange creature was in a puddle of it's own blood. The wound that caused the death of the man had been a slit throat from the long blade that the girl held in her hand. She scoffed and kicked the dead creatures head, hard enough to make the head cave in a little. "Fuck you then!"
She flipped her short black hair, placed her blade into its sheath and walked down the dreary hall of the factory. The sound of her heels hitting the floor echoed as she walked. She looked around cautiously, just incase she forgot any of the monsters.
"Stupid monsters…" She growled. "They're going to make me late. I have to meet those two and get the hell out of here."
She quickened her pace to a brisk walk and turned into the next hall that came up on the right. She removed the coiled whip that was strapped to her right hip and snapped it out. The tail of the long whip followed behind her like she had grown a tail. She smiled slightly and added a small bounce to her step.
"I'm almost there…I can feel it," she muttered cheerfully. To the beat of her footsteps, she began to sing quietly. "I want to feel you. I've got to shake you off. I want to hate you..."
Her singing voice faded as she disappeared into a large factory room.
"Jill! Behind you!" Chris shouted before shooting one of the infected citizens of the town in the head. The monster a female human and flew back when the bullet hit her in the head. She twitched violently then lay still in a growing puddle of her own blood. The woman was dead.
Dammit! What the hell is going on, Chris thought as he unloaded the empty clip and placed in a new one.
"Chris, we have to get the hell out of here or we're going to become minced meat," Jill said desperately after shooting a monster back. "The factory is our best chance to be able to get in contact with someone outside of here."
"You're probably right, but we're surrounded right now. There is no way we could get through them without losing our head or something else."
One of the monsters charged at Chris. He had a garden hoe in his hands and he had the animal-like snarl on his face as he charged towards the marksman. When he got close enough, Chris quickly pulled his knife out and stabbed the man in the chest. Blood spurted out of the wound and that got the man off-guard as he screamed in pain. Then, Chris delivered the finishing blow; a right hook to the jaw. The man went flying and went into one of the makeshift houses.
Thank god for all of that weight training…
A woman with a shovel charged at Jill next. Jill kicked the woman back then shot her in the chest once, and then in the head. The woman dropped her shovel and fell onto her knees. She was dead, now.
"How many did you get so far, Redfield?" Jill said in between gunfire.
"Ten. You?"
Jill smirked. "Eleven. Looks like I'm winning right now."
"You think so?" Chris asked. Well, she is making this into a game. Can't blame her for trying to make this better than it is. "Watch this Ms. Valentine."
Chris pulled a grenade from off of his belt and bit off the clip. He threw it at a group of zombies that stood in the direct pathway to the factory. He threw it at them and in about three second, the group blew up. Perfect…a clear pathway now to the factory.
"Jill, c'mon! I got a path open."
Chris dashed down the opening with Jill following behind him. The two would often turn back as they were running and shoot at the monsters they left behind, just in case they were following. Then, the sound of howls rang out and they sounded very near.
From the alleys in between the makeshift houses, a pack of dogs that resembled the ones that was at the Arklay Research Facility charged out. But Chris noticed that these dogs seemed way more bulky, fast and even more grotesque then the dogs he faced over a decade ago. They seemed a lot more blood thirsty, too. The dogs thundered towards them, snarling and snapping their jaws, as they got closer towards Jill and Chris.
Chris shoot one in the head, an automatic kill as it fell onto the ground and lay there as its pack members advanced. He unloaded the empty clip, through it at one of the dogs and reloaded another one. He was nearly out of those now, he was sure of it. Jill got one of the dogs in the paw, and got one in the chest. Sadly, it didn't seem to have any effect on the dog as it kept charging forward. She shot in the head the third time, taking down the beast. Two down, about five more to go.
But both were now running very low on ammunition and since their ride was blown up, there was no way to restock unless by some twist of fate there was some in the factory.
"We need to fall back or we're screwed," Jill shouted as they kept going forward to the factory. Thankfully, they were almost to the rusted gate that surrounded the large factory.
"We're almost there," Chris said. "Just a few more feet…"
When they past through the opening of the rusted gate, Chris and Jill immediately went to the gate's opening and slid the two gate covers shut. At first it didn't move, due to the fact that it wasn't used in years, but after some pushing and elbow grease, the gate slid in together and shut the dogs out. They stood at the gate, snapping at the chain and steel, trying to get inside and taste human blood.
"Let's just hope they don't learn how to climb the fence as we open this place up," Jill said in between pants. She looked behind and saw that the dogs were already trying to climb the fence…and they were already nearly successful.
Damn it, Jill cursed. We need to get inside now or we're dog food.
"These mutts are quick learners," Chris said. "Let's go."
The two ran to the large, warehouse door opening of the factory. It was large enough to allow a semi-truck to come through effortlessly. There was a rusted, old chain with a pad-lock in front of the door, but it seemed to be a very easy thing to pick at.
"I got this," Jill said as she moved to the lock and began to pick at it with a lock pick that she pulled out of her pocket.
Chris stood patiently as his partner went at the lock, his gun ready to fire of he had to. Then, he heard something.
Chink! went the fence, followed by a growling sound that was very near.
Chris looked and saw that one of the dogs had made it over the fence. It had a vicious snarl on its face as it pawed at the ground. Chris' eyes widened as he seen the dog.
"Um…Jill. Are you almost done?" Chris asked. "Because one of the dogs just made it over the fence."
"You're kidding…Don't worry, I almost got it."
The dog stood still for a moment and tossed his head ferociously. He pawed at the ground one more time then charged at Chris and Jill at an amazingly fast pace. Chris shot at it, but the creature seemed to dodge his bullets. Finally, the noise inside the lock clicked, signaling that it was now unlocked. The pad-lock fell to the ground and the chain fell off the large door as well. Jill quickly pushed it open, just wide enough so the two of them could fit in easily.
"Got it!" She said cheerfully. "Go Chris!"
Chris turned his back on the dog and quickly ran in through the crack of the door. Jill followed behind him. Once she got in safely, Chris slammed the sliding door shut. The door shook a little when the dog beast ran into the door and began to claw at it. Thankfully, that mutt wasn't going to get in anytime soon.
"What is this place?" Jill asked as she looked around the large room.
The room was dark and smelt like dust. There were several windows in the room, but all were covered with dust and let in hardly any light, just enough so you could see what the hell was in front of you. The floor was concrete and cold.
"This is probably a shipping or a delivery room," Chris said as he looked around the place. Then he looked at Jill. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," She replied before running a hand through her short brunette hair. After the incident in Africa, Jill decided to cut her hair short again. Long hair was pretty hard to manage, especially if you're dealing with mutate undead people. "You?"
"I'm okay," Chris said. "How much ammo do you have left? I have a about two clips and three bullets left in my gun."
"One clip and about five bullets left in the gun," Jill replied. "We're probably not going to make it out with that much. There has to be some in this place I'm guessing." The two stood quietly for a moment, then Jill broke the silence and asked with a smile, "How many did you get?"
"Hm, let's see…I got ten when you asked me, six more when I threw that grenade and got about three of those dogs. So that makes it nineteen."
"Damn!" Jill cursed. "I you beat me..."
"I win this round!" Chris said cheerfully. "What do I win? A kiss on the cheek?"
"How about a knuckle sandwich?" Jill asked jokingly.
"Oh…don't be a sore loser Valentine," Chris said playfully. "I won fair and square and you know it."
"Whatever…" Jill said as she rolled her eyes at him. "Anyway, let's find a light switch or something. It'll be a lot easier once we can see where we are going."
"Yeah, okay then sore loser…"
Jill ignored his comment and the two went around the room trying to look for a switch of some kind. After about three minutes and walking around the room twice, no light switch could be found.
"Find anything?" Chris asked.
"Besides some metal stairs…no," Jill replied.
Suddenly, the lights of the room kicked on. It took several moments for the lights to kick on fully, but at least now they can see what the room looked like. It definitely looked like the inside of a shipping warehouse, equipped with thick, tall pillars that touched the ceiling. About ten feet near the ceiling, a long metal balcony wrapped around the room and the stairs were connected to it.
"How did that happen?" Jill asked. She looked at Chris. "Did you turn it on?"
Chris shook his head. "No, I was here next to you the entire time."
"Then who did?"
"I did," A voice called out. It was a woman's and had a very tiny hint of an English accent to it.
At the sound, Chris and Jill immediately got into a defensive stance and upholstered their guns. Hey looked around the room but no one else seemed to be in there besides them.
"Who is that?" Chris asked out.
"I have the same question for you too," The voice talked back. "Who the hell are you? You tell me and I'll show myself to you."
Chris and Jill looked at each other for a second. "I'm Agent Chris Redfield and my partner is Agent Jill Valentine. We're members of the B.S.A.A."
"You're agents?" The voice asked out. "I'm one too! But I've never heard of the B.S.A.A."
"Okay…can you come out now?" Jill asked.
The voice sighed. "Looked at the top of the steps."
The two looked in the direction, their guns pointed in that area as well. They were shocked to see who was standing halfway down the steps. It was a young girl, in her late teens or very early twenties. She had blue eyes, red lips and an ivory skin tone. Her hair was black and went straightly down to her shoulders, the back of it cut a little at an angle. She had on a tight, dark purple long sleeve zip-up that was zipped down a little to show a little cleavage and zipped up a little to show her midriff. Her pants were tight and were almost black in color, with her boots going up to her knee. She had a thin, lithe body that looked like it belonged to a dancer. Something that really threw off her appearance were the sheaths and weapon belts that she kept on her body; two which held long skinny blades, a belt around her waist that held two Berettas in front, two short blades in back and a coiled whip the was strapped to her right hip, and two straps on her thighs that held two long weapons. This definitely didn't look like someone to mess with.
She smirked at them, a gleam of mischief in her blue eyes. "Wow…are you two really agents? You don't really seem like it. You look more like a couple of cops."
"Young lady," Chris said. "Don't make any-"
"'Young lady'?" The girl interrupted. "No…no one ever calls me that."
This girl is a charmer…, Chris thought sarcastically to himself. But still, she doesn't look like someone to mess with.
The girl walked down the stairs, pulling out the two long blades from their sheaths as she did. "Let's see if you two are really "agent" material first. Then maybe I'll consider telling you my name."
She got into a fighting stance and narrowed her eyes, like she was about ready to make a kill. This was definitely not good now.
"Hold on a second," Jill said, holding up her hands. She looked at the girl calmly. "You're making a big mistake. We don't want to fight you. We just want to talk with you."
The girl looked at Jill for several moments questionably. Then she stood straight up and cocked her head to the side. But she still had her weapons in her hands and they were gripped tightly.
"Alright…you're face doesn't seem to show me that you are lying, so I guess I'll believe you," The girl muttered.
Chris looked at Jill. I owe her one for saving our skin.
Jill walked up to the girl and holstered her weapons and held her hands out in front of her. "I promise I won't hurt you but you have to put your weapons away."
The girl looked at her blades, bit her lip and slowly put the two weapons back into their sheaths. "You are a good calmer lady. You do any hostage situations or something?"
Jill smiled. "I'm not a cop, well anymore at least. And no, I didn't do any of that."
The girl tensed up for a little and backed off a little. "You're not going to turn me in or anything, are you? Because if you do, I'll consider attacking you and your buddy."
"We've just met," Jill said calmly. "How the hell should I know that you did anything bad?"
"True…" The girl shrugged. "So what the hell are you crazy bastards doing here? Can't you see this place has gone to hell?"
"That's exactly why we're here," Chris spoke up. "We're here to investigate this factory. That's what our organization told us to do." He stressed the word organization for her.
The girl rolled her eyes at him. "I get it there, muscles…"
"Anyway…who are you?" Jill asked. "What's your name?"
The girl chuckled. "Well…I don't really go by my name. But I do have an agent name-" She looked at Chris and stressed the last part "-because I am an agent."
"We get it," Chris muttered. "What's your "agent" name then?"
The girl hesitated then answered.
"Agent Nightfang, weapons and hand-to-hand combat expert of SHADOWS."
A/N: Hope you all enjoy it! Let's hope Chris doesn't try to kill the kind of a bitch already Nightfang. ;D
Next Chapter: Enter the Agent Nightfang