"Thump, thump, thump… I can feel this in my chest, as for what it is I can not tell… what is this feeling here which makes me yearn to be close to you? Even if that spells death…"
Chapter Five
Ally looked about the lit room, which most of it was clean. The exception was a small puddle of coagulated blood on one of the monitors' key boards. Wesker went over to the key board and began typing in some things before once more attaching the small magnetic box to the monitor. Putting her glasses back upon her face, she watched as a series of numbers and formulas came up, and each one bore its own meaning. Sitting down next to Wesker in a leather computer chair, she spun herself around a few times before making herself dizzy and falling onto the floor, earning a small chuckle from Wesker.
"I uh…. Meant to do that! Yeah! I meant to!" she smiled as she blushes and brushed herself off. She swore she saw the man shake his head.
"There we go, I finally have the data I need…" he chuckled as a small disk popped out of the metallic box that was magnetized. As he grabbed the disk and pocketed it, an alarm sounded, "Sh*t…" Wesker growled.
"SELF-DEFENSE SEQUENCE HAS BEEN ACTIVATED, ALL PERSONEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY… SELF-DISTRUCT WILL ACTIVATE IN FIVE MINUTES…" an alarm voice sounding much like a woman's rang out across the facility.
"Let's move," Wesker stated bluntly, as they began to run out of the room.
They re-entered the clean room once more, and saw spots on the wall light up. The buzzing sound grew louder and a beam formed, "Lasers…" Wesker looked towards Ally.
"Alright," Ally nodded running to the opposite end of the room from Wesker. Both ran at a fast speed towards the lasers, the heat growing more intense as it came closer to their bodies.
"Now!" his voice ran out as they re-bounded themselves off the walls they were next to and jumped towards each other, latching their hands and feet onto each other before flying through the only opening in the lasers path.
Holding onto each other for the sake of living, they fell to the floor with a hardened 'OMPH!' and landed next to each other. Wesker shook his head and got up before reaching down to help Ally up. Ally took his hand and rose, panting from the difficult run.
"SELF-DISTRUCT IN FOUR MINUTES,"
Both bolted towards the exit, there feet hitting the floor at so fast a pace that there foot steps couldn't be heard. As Ally turned a corner, she felt something fall onto her body, and she crumpled to the ground, "Damn it!"
Wesker stopped and looked back for he couldn't let the only sample of the veronica XY virus get lost in an over-rated back water dump of a facility such as this one. As he turned to retrieve her, Ally whipped out her gun and shot the living-dead creature to the ground with a single blow to the head. Wesker smiled seeing her killer instincts were improving dramatically.
Ally popped up and chased after Wesker, her feet hitting the ground even quicker now. Staircases were no obstacle to climb with their speed, bolting up ten flights in less than a minute, 'Let's see Chris try that,' Ally thought to herself proudly, reaching the roof level of the complex.
"Come on now!" Wesker ushered Ally into the plane before starting the engine and preparing for take off. Ally felt the chopper lift off the ground and soar high into the air before going a safe distance away. Less than a minute later she heard the explosion of the island, and all its' personnel.
"So what did we manage to retrieve?" she asked.
"We got the data for the A-Virus, but failed to acquire a sample of it," Wesker seemed bitter at that fact.
"Actually Wezzy…," Ally smiled pulling a glop of flesh from her pocket, "It's some of the brain tissue from the tiger thing I killed earlier. It should be good for awhile, I would think,"
Wesker for the first time ever gave a truly magnificent smile as he looked at the young woman, "Well then…" he took the sample placing it into a container unit, "I guess I should keep you nearby more often…"
"Even if I am annoying and jeopardize a lot of things?"
Wesker gave a small chuckle, his expression returning to normal, "I suppose,"
Rain poured hard against the choppers' windshield, making it even harder to see through. A crackle of thunder and lightning boomed overhead lighting up the sky in a brilliant show of terrifying colors. Ally held onto the leather of the seat with her hands clutched tight. She didn't have a problem with storms, really she didn't, but it was a whole other story when you were up in a flipping chopper. Ally took in shallow breaths and started humming to herself to calm herself down.
"Nervous? Or scared?" Wesker asked, turning the chopper gently, to the left heading back towards the headquarters.
"Me nervous!? Hahaha! Good one, good joke Wesker like I'd be afraid of a little… ok yeah I am…"
Wesker looked back to where his eyes had been only moments before, making sure to keep control in the storm. The young girl couldn't read his thoughts, but could tell he was probably frustrated, I mean after all, whom wouldn't be? An agent he had hand picked to be his partner, to possibly be a friend or something…afraid of thunderstorms…
"I don't see how you put up with me," she chuckled, "I'm afraid of thunderstorms!" she tried to lighten the moment for a bit.
"… Everyone has their fears I suppose…" he commented.
"Do you have any fears," she raised an eyebrow nudging him in the ribs a bit.
"That is none of your concern dear Ally,"
Ally gave a sigh of defeat, and lay back in her seat before kicking her feet up onto the dash board to prop them up. But with a boom of thunder, she fell over quickly, unassuming her previous position hitting the floor with a 'THUMP'! She groaned, hearing another chuckle from Wesker.
A lighting bolt flashed again, but this time hit the chopper.
Wesker quickly switched on some emergency controls and tried to regain control of the chopper, failing quickly, "You might want to hold on to something dear Ally!" Wesker grunted as he was thrown against the pilots' side of the chopper, but remained in control.
"Hold onto… what!? Oomph!" Ally grunted as she hit the drivers' seat hard with her nose and blood began to seep from it.
Wesker seized the woman by the shirt collar and shoved her into the passengers' seat beside him, "Buckle up now!"
Ally obeyed, and soon realized why. In less than three minutes, the chopper crashed hard into the ground, a burning trail left in its wake. She groaned, every part of her body was sore, and she knew she was bleeding from her head a lot. Looking around at the damage, she unbuckled herself and fell to the ground surprisingly gently. She looked back towards the pilots' seat to see her partner was missing.
Her senses shot back into place, 'Where the hell is he!?' she thought silently to herself.
"Damn it!" a loud roar boomed from a few feet away, as Wesker trudged away from some bushes, his once perfectly clean leather ruined by the mud, "Damn chopper!"
Ally took a few steps forward debating weather she should go near or not for the fear of an early grave. But going against instinct she approached him, "Are you ok?"
Wesker gave an angered look, "I'm fine but my imported leather is ruined… cost me a lot,"
"Well you could always get another when you rule the world!" she laughed jokingly.
"Well, I suppose your right…"
Both team mates looked at the damage. The chopper would be lucky to be used as scrape metal let alone ever fly again. Ally picked up a first aid spray that had fallen from her pocket, shoving it back in, "Am I bleeding?"
Wesker nodded, "Your forehead dear,"
Ally touched it, feeling a sharp pain in its wake. She sighed, "So where are we?"
Wesker looked around at the surroundings, defiantly far from the facility they were once at a few hours ago in France. They'd somehow managed to land in the middle of a forested area, surrounded by a swamp-like area. Some bridges were set up so that people wouldn't fall into the water and be feasted upon by the crocodiles. Which unfortunately, neither of them was upon these bridges, "Were in the Congo," Wesker stated briefly looking around the waters around them.
"The Congo… Where is that?" Ally asked curiously, seeing her new surroundings. The water was almost chest deep to the young woman.
"Africa,"
"Why… weren't we headed to America?"
"We were, but the travel home was to be by boat dear Ally,"
"Oh, I see,"
Ally took in the sights around herself, a musky, murky swamp, which bore few bushes in its waters to hide god-only-knows what, and they were stranded in Africa… what more could happen. Ally's head snapped to Wesker, "The samples and data?"
Wesker patted his pocket, "The briefcase would have slowed us down so I stored it in a more… refined one.
Ally could see the tip of what appeared to be something similar to a small lockbox in his pocket. She nodded, before pulling off her glasses and drying them, "So now what do, we do?"
Wesker looked around, his temper still a bit flared from the crash. It almost jeopardized the retrieving of the sample, the data, the mission, and on top of it all he now had to figure out a way to get back to America… then again… it was only a three day walk. It may take awhile but if faced to wait for someone to save them or depend on his own instincts he chose the later of the two.
"We're going to walk to the docking point,"
"Walk? Well, doesn't that seem a bit dangerous?"
Wesker chuckled at the comment, "My dear, you think Africa is dangerous and yet… here you are with me, infiltrating top viral bases," his voice grew a bit dark, "You also p*ss me off to no end at times, and yet you find Africa dangerous?"
"True,"
"Now come along Ally,"
She followed close behind, "Would be a good place for a base though don't ya think? No one would ever suspect one in Africa," Ally chuckled at her own joke.
Wesker took it much more seriously, "Perhaps your right dear Ally,"
"I am?"
There wasn't much trouble for the two while Ally and Wesker had 'explored' the jungles of Africa. There were a few crocs to kill here and there, a few hyenas, but nothing that the duo couldn't handle. They now sat in the luxury of one of Wesker's boats, preparing for the arrival to home. Ally had freshened up, cleaning her body and such and also working on trying to obtain her powers. Her mother could do it right? So why couldn't she morph into a monster? Part of her was human at least on her fathers' side, so keeping her sanity wasn't too much of a concern.
God she missed them…. Her fathers' voice… and even if she only saw her mother for a few hours, she missed her mothers soothing words and cradling hugs. How she wished she could see them again…
She shook her sad memories away and focused herself more. It was much easier to train in a nightgown believe it or not, for it allowed more room for stretches. Though Ally refused to use it for combat, feeling embarrassed if anyone were to see her.
Ally focused again, putting her thoughts into one. She soon felt her skin burn, and blue fire began to flicker up her arm. She smiled, she was finally transforming! She saw the hair upon her head turn a dark blue as it began to circle around her chin. It took a lot of focus to do this…
Suddenly the ship rocked, and Ally lost her focus. Tumbling forward, her once hot skin turned cold, and her hair turned back to its' almost platinum color and the fire flickered away, "Damn!" she cursed, "I still need more practice…"
Meanwhile, Wesker looked through the window of his quarters. As he looked out the moon it reflected perfectly in his almost cat like eyes. A low grumble escaped his throat, "How do I get that virus!" he felt the anger in his stomach boil, "William was so close to discovering how to when he died," he thought back to his old friend, who always obsessed over the viruses.
Wesker paced back to his bed before sitting down and entangling his fingers, while his thoughts circled in his head ravenously, "If I can get the virus I can dispose of her. She won't be of any use anyway…" his thoughts wandered to there training sessions, and how hard he had trained her, "Then again… I will need someone to server as my partner when I begin a new rule order. She listens to me, obeys my orders, and I have hand trained her… it will be only a matter of time before the girl will be the perfect little soldier…" Wesker laughed silently to himself, feeling that oh-so-familiar euphoria of knowing he'd have power wash over him. Then, when the fateful day came he could finally rule the world as a god, and dispose of Chris Redfield….