Tormented Little Angel

-A Mission Gone Wrong-

V

The S.T.A.R.S office was silent. It wasn't that there was no one there, in fact, they were all there. It was more that no one had anything to talk of. The main talker sat with her feet up, headphones over her ears and eyes closed as she listened to her music. Wesker stood in front of them and they all looked up from whatever they were doing, even Trinity stopped her music.

"Mission," he motioned for them to follow him into the debriefing room.

Everyone got up and followed, Trinity turned off her music but left her headphones hanging round her neck.

"Well this is a cheery part of Neverland," Trinity muttered to herself as she looked out of the helicopter and out over the dark forest outside Raccoon City, "not only do we having freezing temperatures, the brain numbing rain will most likely start soon, our activities involve being lost in the woods outside civilization."

Wesker rolled his eyes but the corner of his mouth was turned up. Chris laughed.

"Don't worry Trinity, I'll keep you safe."

"Who's gonna keep me safe from you?" she asked smirking back at him.

That earned laughs from them, even the nervous Brad, Chris just slumped, grumbling.

"Aw, sorry big boy if I hurt your feelings," Trinity ruffled his hair, "I can take care of myself."

The Captain nodded to Brad, "we're landing here, remember, stick close together, we don't know what's waiting for us."

Hovering over the foggy forest, a line was dropped down and one by one they slid down and drew out their guns. Joseph had an automatic rifle while most of them had handguns, rifles on their backs. Trinity just had two handguns that were kept at the small of her back, one in her right hand currently. Everything was deathly silent, creepy. Trinity could feel the cold through her bullet proof vest and jacket. Shivering, a hand fell on her shoulder and she looked shocked at Wesker. He didn't look at her but she knew he was telling her to stay close to him. His hand fell and he headed towards where the mansion was they were supposed to be investigating. Trinity kept only a meter or two behind him, secretly not wanting to end up wandering on her own when a scream cut the air.

Spinning round, torches lit up the area. Jill and Chris were further back than they had with Joseph. Instead, Trinity could just make out Joseph on the ground being mauled by dogs. They weren't normal dogs either, they had parts of their skin missing as if torn off or degraded, their bodies decaying like the dead yet they still walked, still tore at Joseph as they picked him from the bone. She felt like being sick but seeing Jill and Chris come running towards them, the dogs following, she snapped out of it. Looking sideways, she noted that Wesker aimed his handgun at the dog nearest the two as it leapt at Chris but shot it down before it got him.

"Come on!" ordered the Captain and all of them went running, Barry - who seemed to appear out of nowhere - keeping up with Wesker.

Somewhere along the way they lost track of Chris. Trinity was the first to dive through the mansion doors and into a huge foyer. Everyone came running in after her and bolted the door so the dogs couldn't get in. Trinity stood straight for a moment when something flashed through her mind.

"We're losing it! Get the meds, stat!" someone shouted through the haze of her mind.

All she knew was pain. Chains rattled, unable to contain her as she thrashed and flailed, trying to get away from her captors. More burning pain through her system. She couldn't see. Everything was dark.

"It's getting worse! Get her knocked out already! We can't do this if it is going to injure us in the process!"

From somewhere a needle stabbed into her neck without warning and pain exploded through her again, her body trying to get away and fight the new thing. Slowly, the pain was ebbing away into a numb darkness. Her eyes cleared slightly and she could see him stood over her, his warm eyes watching her worriedly yet at the same time holding that cold, steel look.

"B...ro...ther..." she tried to reach him before her hand fell limp and darkness took her again.

Trinity slapped a hand over her mouth and made to throw up but instead swallowed back the bile. Wesker seemed to notice and turned round but Jill bet him to her.

"Hey, are you okay?" she rubbed Trinity's back.

"You'd think after having to piece together a man who got blown up, this sorta thing wouldn't get to me," the brown eyed girl took a deep breath, 'what was that?' she thought.

Jill looked worried, Barry even stepped over.

"You okay little lady?"

Trinity, despite the situation, twitched, "I am NOT little!"

Barry held up his hands in retreat, "okay, okay, what now Captain?"

"We split up, search this floor," Wesker looked round.

Jill nodded, "I'll check the left, what about you Trinity?"

"I've always preferred right," Trinity smirked, "can't go wrong with right."

"Does she always crack jokes?" sighed Barry.

"It gets better when you know me," she stuck her tongue out at him as the two left to check the left dining room.

"So," she looked back at Wesker, "I'll head that way, any screaming, it's probably me," she joked.

Usually the corner of his mouth would tilt up in a tiny smile, but instead his face seemed almost devoid of emotion, his jaw clenched as if he wanted to say something. She tilted her head to the side questioningly but he just shook his head.

"Meet back here if you find anything."

"Sure thing Captain, stay out of trouble," she walked past him.

His hand caught her arm and pulled her back to him. Next thing she knew his lips were pushed against hers in a rough, but definitely, wanted kiss. Trinity was shocked for barely a second before she kissed him back. How could she not?

He stepped back, looking down at her from behind his shades.

"Be careful."

"I will," she smiled widely before heading off, "nothing can stand in my way for long!"

Heading through a room, she was once again struck at the silence. Trinity took a deep breath and started breathing quietly, her boots barely making any noise on the wooded floor. The place seemed practically abandoned. The room looked like another dining room with a very long wooden table surrounded by chairs, plates still adorned the table. Still, it looked untouched. A door to the left at the end caught her eye and she cautiously moved to it.

Aiming her one Desert Eagle Handgun at the door, her other empty hand slowly turned the handle and opened it. Inside was another passage where she could hear sickening sounds coming from inside. Moving slowly and quietly round a corner her eyes widened. There was a dead body on the ground, soaked in blood due to another person crouched there over the body. It was eating the body like the dogs had. It slowly turned to her as it stood eyes pure white, skin grey, parts of the skin and clothes ripped off exposing muscles, bones and general gore. It groaned, staggering towards the paralyzed Trinity. Coming to her senses, she shot its legs making it drop but it only started crawling towards her. Trinity acted on impulse and shot it in the head, killing it off for good.

'How did I know that?' Trinity raced back the way she came and to where Wesker was.

Running out into the huge foyer, once again her brown eyes widened in shock. The Captain was nowhere to be seen. Now she was panicking. Her breath caught in her chest, the outer rims of her vision turning white as she started to have a panic attack.

'No, no, no! I can't do this!' she gripped her arms painfully, bringing herself out of panic.

Taking steady breaths she looked round once again, her eyes hardened. She had to get through this and find the others. Drawing her second Desert Eagle handgun, she flicked the safety off; there was no way she was going to die here.