Okayyy chapter 2! This one is in Chris's POV. It's considerably shorter than the last...but if any of you out there read any of my other stories, you'll notice it's a terrible trend of mine. I hope it doesnt become frustrating to anyone!
Be honest and give pointers or plot bunnies if you'd like! Thankees!-Nikki
The first thing Chris Redfield noticed was the hot pain that immediately followed the sound of the gunshot. Instinctively, he dropped his weapon to reach up and grasp his left shoulder as it bled.
He knew that all Umbrella soldiers were well trained marksmen. This one missed the intended target (which he could only guess was his heart) for a reason.
That was when he felt the floor of the ship trembling, and an odd feeling of nausea overtook him. He looked up from his sprawled back position on the floor, and saw something he simply could not believe:
Everything not tied down on the ship's deck was floating. Jill's hair was literally standing on end. The very air around him permeated with what felt like static electricity.
He looked at the woman he now understood to be the cause of the strange phenomena.
Alice stood just beside him; legs spread slightly apart, fists balled at her sides….she was protecting him. His eyes grew wide, and his mouth fell open. He didn't know how she came to be this way, but Alice was not human.
She couldn't be.
As he looked at her face he saw her eyes narrow. Her breathing was deep and slow. And then her pupils dilated.
He covered his ears as a sound akin to a sonic boom deafened him.
What happened next happened in sequence…because Alice wanted it to.
Jill was thrown violently (but not fatally) to the side of the ship by an unseen force, out of the way of the oncoming blast.
The soldiers behind her…not so lucky.
All at once they were tossed backwards, off the edge of the deck, and into the ocean. The helicopter they'd landed in went with them with a metallic groan.
As the telekinetic shockwave continued forth, the choppers surrounding the ship began to falter. One by one, they lost control. Some tilted to the side, some collided with each other, but most simply stopped working, and fell straight down into the dark water beneath.
The sound of grinding metal and splashing filled the air. Waves lifted and lowered the Arcadia and Chris did not know if it was due to the numerous crashing copters filling the sea or Alice's strange power manipulating the wind.
He briefly looked down at his hand, watching the blood drip from his fingers. He was bleeding pretty badly, but it could have been a lot worse. He felt the need to get up….to get Alice's attention. So far, she had not stopped her assault. Even the helicopters farthest away, the ones trying to retreat, were now falling.
He managed to reach up and grasp her wrist.
Her head snapped down and he felt nauseous again.
"Alice!" Her name from his lips made her blink several times, and her pupils retracted.
Her chest heaved as she seemed to hyperventilate with shock.
"Chris? What….did I just?..."
"Destroy an entire fleet of attack helicopters with your brain? Yeah….I think you did."
Footsteps sounded behind them, and a hand landed on his uninjured shoulder. Dark red hair fell into his face as Claire bent down at him.
"Chris? Jesus, you're bleeding like hell."
He fought the urge to roll his eyes. His sister certainly knew how to make him feel better…
She helped him up, and he saw Alice eye his wound. He mustered a half-hearted grin at the woman that had just saved him.
"It's not as bad as it looks."
A few steps back toward the tunnel, and his vision began to blur.
Alice's shout to "catch him" was the last thing he heard before everything went black.