Because of so many reviews, I felt obligated to continue.
Chapter 3
~ It was cold. The place was poorly lit. He was covered in sweat and felt a chill run down his spine. Body shivering uncontrollably. Couldn't keep his hands and arms still. Head was spinning from the drugs that they injected into his system. Piers took a deep breath to try and calm himself down but he couldn't. He had a pistol in his right hand. The new mechanical one they recently attached to his arm. They were testing him… watching him go through a series of tests in order to see if he was fit to be considered their perfect design. Everyday Piers met a variety of victims and each one had a short life span in this facility. Piers felt himself slowly losing his sanity throughout it all.
Why can't they just let him die? That's all he wants. He doesn't want to suffer anymore.
He gripped his gun with both hands and slowly walked throughout the hallways. All he had to do was find the door out of this hell hole. What's the point anyways? If he found the way out of this one, they will just insert more drugs into him and stick him in another. He stopped when he heard a low growl and footsteps around the corridor he was about to enter. He slowly approach and stopped at the corner to peek around to see what was waiting for him. He could see the dark silhouette of the creature. The problem with this facility, was that you never see what the monsters look like unless you were about to die. They always lurk about in the hallways, waiting for some dumb idiot to stumble across them to be served as dinner.
This isn't new for him. Go in, kill it, and find your destination. He was professionally trained for this task specifically. All he had to do was think back to his BSAA training, and he will be fine. He held up his gun as the beast was idly looking away from him. Piers grabbed a firmer grip on his gun. The room swayed a bit as he tried to focus for a head shot. He pulled the trigger once he was able to get ahold of himself. All he could hear was the click of the gun. No fire rang out, nothing. Piers looked down at the gun, realizing that it was empty. He looked up and noticed that the creature located him and his position. Without thinking twice, Piers turned around and started running.
He had to find a hiding place, and fast.
The beast made a loud growl and ran after him in full sprint. He could hear its footsteps getting closer. Piers made a sharp right turn and waited for the beast to pass him. The beast past the corridor he tried to hide in and stopped abruptly to try and sniff the air. Piers heart was pounding in his heart and chest. From what he could see, the beast could eat him as a snack. His heart rate didn't decrease and only increased as panic consumed him. He wasn't as flexible and strong like before. As a matter of fact, Piers was nothing like he was before. Piers chest felt congested and he couldn't breathe right. Then all of a sudden pain surge through his chest. It felt like his mechanical arm was trying to pry into his chest.
Of all times, it had to be now.
The beast turned around locating Piers easily from the whimpers he was making from the pain. Piers looked up to see the red eyes pierce through him.
This is it.
This is how it all ends.
The beast lunged at Piers making a loud growling sound. ~
Piers jolted awake and sat up in the bed he was sleeping in. He was covered in sweat and holding his chest. He can feel the mechanical arm diffuse more into his shoulder and his chest. Piers labored breathes came out jagged as he tried to bring himself back down to earth. He covered his face with his hands.
He can't run away.
Piers looked around and found his sunglasses and his book bag. He put on his sunglasses and strapped the back pack on his bag. It wasn't raining outside. It was nice weather. He doesn't remember what happened to his jacket but, at the moment he could care less.
He needed to get out of here.
He just wanted to be left alone.
Somewhere where the nightmares won't follow….
Piers looked over at the coffee table and noticed that Chris' wallet was resting there. Before he knew it, he walked out the front door without thinking twice about it. I'm sorry captain, but I wish you the best of luck in life. Piers walked down the street trying to figure out what his next move is going to be.
Chris paced in his room trying to figure out what the hell he wanted from the guy that currently slept on his couch sofa. Chris wasn't too sure, what he wanted to do.
What if he was wrong? What if this guy wasn't Piers and he was only fooling himself? What if…
He got to stop with the questions. He just need to be direct and ask him straight out.
But what if a repeat of yesterday happens again?
Chris wasn't too sure what the hell happened the day before that caused Pi- or rather Joseph to freak out like that. Chris needed answers. This guy collapsed on his front yard for a reason dammit and he was going to figured it out one way or another. Chris looked out his window and noticed that guy leaving his house.
I-is he running away?
Well technically he isn't running away… Chris quickly put on his working boots and ran downstairs to try and catch the man that he has been thinking about all morning. Chris ran to the coffee table in order to get his wallet and noticed that it was missing.
That son of a bitch.
Now he had to catch him. He ran outside started to run in order to catch the guy. But conveniently, a bus came and he was able to hop on it…with his wallet.
Fuck!
Chris ran back to the house and grabbed his keys to his pickup truck. He hopped into the truck and drove off in order to try and catch the bus. Because of the unexpected departure, he was only wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Chris sped up his truck trying to catch the bus. The only thing he could do for now is follow it until he got off.
What the hell else he could do?
The bus went through majority of the city when Piers finally thought it was appropriate enough to get off. Piers got off in a neighborhood area. Maybe he could get a car from around here. He needed to keep going so that they won't track him down. He looked behind himself and noticed two other men not so far behind him. Piers grew anxious for a minute.
Maybe he's being paranoid…
To be on the safe side, Piers turned down an alley.
Chris parked his pickup truck when he saw his target get off of the bus. Before he could get out of the car, two other individuals, from another car, got out and slowly headed towards the direction of his target. Chris got out of his pickup truck slowly observing the events in front of him. Has that car always been there? Or was it following the bus like he was? That's too much of a coincidence. He saw Joseph turn down an alley and the other two men followed. Chris sighed and slowly walked up to the alleyway in order to figure out what was going on. He peeked his head down there and heard them talking.
The shorter man smiled at Jospeh and said, "Thought you could run away from us Piers?"
The looked in Jos- or rather Pier's face was panicked. His eyes widened as he seemed to recognize the men.
"You already caused enough trouble. Now be a good boy and come with us before we have to force you to come with us." The taller guy cracked his knuckles preparing himself for a fight.
Piers backed up against the wall looking for a way out.
Should I interfere?
The shorter man explained, "The chairman will forgive the trouble you have caused us if you come with us peacefully." The man smiled eerily at Piers. "If not, then we have no choice but to take drastic measures."
Chairman? Chairman of what? So I wasn't nuts! That is Piers! How the hell is he still alive? Chris stepped out in the alleyway planning to help Piers out, but Piers pulled out a gun aiming at the shorter man. Chris jumped back into his hiding spot.
Both the smaller man and the taller one jumped back from the unexpected encounter. "I'm sick and tired of the chairman treating me like I'm some kind of sick and twisted pet for him."
Both of the men held their hands up. The smaller one gave Piers a wicked grin. "You can't kill us. You know that."
The taller one added, "You harm us, and there will be no one out there to save your ass from the chairman."
Piers frowned and responded, "Tell the chairman he can go fuck himself and leave me the hell alone." Chris jumped when he witnessed Piers shoot the two men.
Piers put the gun back into his pocket and stepped over the two men to get out of the alleyway. He needed to get out of there ASAP. He turned the corner and encountered Chris Redfield. The color drained from Piers face. "What the hell are you doing here!?"
Chris grabbed his hand and dragged him to his car. He mumbled, "You stole my wallet." Chris tossed Piers into the truck and closed the door. He hopped into the driver side and drove off.
The car ride was….quiet. Very quiet.
It was about 45 minutes later when Chris decided to start the conversation. "Piers-"
"Don't call me that."
Chris looked over at him for a moment and asked, "Is it really you?"
Piers looked out the window and responded, "Does it matter?"
"Dammit!" Chris pulled the truck over to the side of the road. "Now is not the time to start playing this petty bullshit of a game. I need answers."
Piers turned and looked at his ex-captain. "Why? You were the one who kidnapped me! I was doing perfectly fine on my own. Why the fuck do you care all of a sudden?"
What? What the hell does that mean? Of course I care.
Chris looked over at Piers confusingly, "What the hell does that mean? Of course I care. Piers, I thought I lost you. And all of a sudden you show up on my front yard like nothing happened. And then, you shoot two men, and did I mention, you're still alive! Why are you jumping down my throat when I'm trying to help you!?"
"Help me? Help me!? You thought you lost me? You left me! You left me in some shit hole and got married! You left me behind to live on with your suburban happy life. Yes, I'm still alive! I'm obviously not dead, stupid. How the hell can I be dead when I'm still alive? I thought you, of all people, wouldn't give up on me. But, you did. Not only did you give up on me, but you moved on with your merry life without even thinking twice about me!"
The kid definitely lost it.
Piers got out of the truck and slammed the door shut. Chris took a deep breath and got out of his truck. He walked over to Piers to prevent him from going anywhere. "Leave me alone! I just want to be left alone. I don't want to think about any of this anymore." Piers tried getting past Chris but Chris wouldn't let him.
"Piers, I don't know what you're talking-"
"I said stop calling me that!"
Completely lost, Chris asked, "You want me to stop calling you… by your name?"
"I don't fucking exist anymore! So leave me alone and go on with your life."
Chris took a deep breath to calm his frustration. He didn't want to resort to this but Piers wasn't making any sense. He grabbed Piers by the shoulders and slammed him against the truck. "Listen here, kid. I don't know what crawled up your ass and I don't have a clue what you're talking about. You're not making any sense, at all. Stop screaming and yelling and calm the fuck down so that we can have a legitimate conversation."
Piers stopped and completely stood still.
"Now, I'm asking. Can you please, get back in the truck so that we can solve this and figure out what we're going to do about this entire situation?"
Piers stood there and glared at Chris for a moment. "…I'm not a kid."
Chris sighed in relief. "Fine."
"I'll go in the truck with you."
Chris sighed in relief and loosened his grip on Piers shoulders. Eventually he let them go.
Okay, another chapter. Wanna say, thank you for the reviews again lol. Sorry, this is long overdue. I do apologize. I haven't given up on this story at all. I have fun writing it. Hopefully you guys like it. Yep. So I hope the progress of the story is going smoothly. I don't want to quicken things and butcher stuff lol. Well there may be some grammatical mistakes. Read and review. Thank you.