Chapter 9: Dark Waters

Rebecca looked up onto the leaning tower of furniture. She and Billy slightly cocked their heads to the side to mimic the unsteady stack. Billy and Rebecca had spent a good half an hour trying to stack the tables and desks to reach the gaping hole in the ceiling that would take them up into the second floor. The problem was, they were still a little short. The only thing left besides a few broken vases, the large amount of books, and the dead zombie was a typewriter that they had torn away from the wall to get to the desk. Billy laughed at the old piece of junk, playing with the keyboard before tossing the heavy typewriter aside. It slammed onto the floor and slid across the stone to a halt.

"Well? Any suggestions Mr. Let's Stack the Tables?" Rebecca sighed.

"Hey, it's a masterpiece! We can make it up on top!" Billy chuckled.

As soon as the last word slipped from his mouth, a book he was using to balance one of the tables slipped out. The structure swayed for a moment, but then became still in their presence.

"Billy, I don't know about you, but I don't have many items for a broken bone! If that thing collapses and falls on us, then we are screwed!" Rebecca informed. She rubbed her temple for a moment, trying to think. She ended up smiling at the taller man. "Do you really think it is safe?"

Billy shook his head. "Hell no it isn't safe, but we don't have much of a choice, now do we, doll face?"

"You are right. Well, we better get to finding something that will help us the rest of the way."

"If you weren't the size of a rat terrier than I could just push you up there and you could pull me up."

Rebecca glared at him, putting her free hand on her hip. "If I was your size and weight, you probably wouldn't be able to push me up there. At least not without falling off the Leaning Tower of Dangerously Stacked Furniture."

"Okay, so who wants to break their thumb and wrist to get out of the handcuffs?" Billy asked, his smart-ass tone filling the air as he mocked her playfully.

"What? Are you sick in the head?" Rebecca barked. "That's not funny, Billy! Besides! You were the one who slapped the things on us!"

"I got a quarter if you want to flip on it."

"Aaargh!" Rebecca snarled, turning away. She was so flustered, she tried to move away but her wrist got caught by the handcuffs.

"Hey, calm down alright? We are lucky we made it this far," Billy informed her seriously.

Rebecca took a deep breath, knowing he was right. They needed to work together on this, and also stick together. Not that they had much of a choice from the handcuffs, but Rebecca was starting to feel that she wouldn't be able to do much with Billy there to back her up. She had long ago started thinking on what she was going to say to her team. They were going to arrest him as soon as they met up, but Rebecca was wanted to find away to allow them to let him go.

He isn't a murderer…

"You're right. So what else can we use to stack onto the top?" Rebecca sighed, turning back to face him.

"Well, besides that dinosaur aged typewriter we have…absolutely nothing," Billy replied, looking around the room.

Rebecca saw a transporter chute built into the wall near where the desk and typewriter was. It must have been used to send items back and forth from this level up onto the next level. She headed over to it, Billy following her closely. She knew it would be way too small for them to climb the chute, but opened the door to make sure there wasn't anything useful.

"Hello," Billy said, grinning.

Rebecca couldn't believe their luck. Shoved to an angle to fit into the chute, there was a grappling gun, along with some handgun ammo. Rebecca glanced behind her, towards the dead, zombified soldier that was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room. She figured these items were meant for him from a comrade, but never had a chance to use them.

Billy grabbed the grappling gun out from the chute, letting Rebecca take the ammo. "Let's get to climbing, doll face!"

He took off for the stack of furniture, jerking Rebecca along with him. Rebecca was much less enthused about climbing the tower of desks and tables. Together, they climbed the stack carefully and slowly. At moments, Rebecca felt their weight swaying under them, and wanted to brace for the collapse. Soon they reached the top, where Billy aimed the grappling gun and fired the round. The hook slapped home into the ceiling on the floor above. Without warning, his arm snaked around Rebecca's waist, and he pushed the trigger for them to be hoisted up onto the next floor. As soon as their feet hit the floor, they heard the loud crash of collapsing desk and tables below.

"That was close," Billy mused, recollecting the hook from the grappling gun and then hanging it on his belt.

They took a look at their surroundings. They were in a small laboratory of some kind. There was a desk with broken computers, a row of books and documents, and shelf of specimens, and a machine that was refrigerating some other kind of specimens. Curiously, Rebecca studied the cylinder fridge, trying to see what the specimens were. She realized that they were leeches, and couldn't have been more creeped out. She then noticed that one of them was slightly glowing. Rebecca pushed the button on the side, letting the door slide open.

"What are you doing?" Billy asked.

"There's something in here," she answered. Indeed, it was something other than a frozen leech. In the glass tube there was a fake leech emblem. However, the lid was sealed with a strong, dried chemical, making it impossible to get open unless she-

Billy snagged it from her hand and threw it hard down onto the floor. The glass busted, letting them get the leech emblem out free. Neither of them had an idea what the thing was used for, but Rebecca pocketed it anyways.

They decided to leave this room to explore the rest of the second floor. They came out onto a hallway. To their right was a stone railing that looked down upon the first floor hallway where they entered from the elevator. Below them, the wall that had dropped before them was still down. Billy saw the control panel for the wall, and pushed the button. Immediately, the stone slab wall retracted on its hinges, rising to block their view down to the first floor and opening up the rest of the hallway down there. Rebecca wanted to go back, but they knew it would be best to explore the rest of the second floor before returning back down to the first floor.

They followed the hallway down, first coming to a door that was labeled Breeding Room. Billy and Rebecca peered at the room's name, and then looked at each other. Rebecca did not like the sound of this room very much.

"Something tells me they aren't breeding cute little beagles," Billy sighed grimly.

"You ready?" Rebecca asked him, getting her firearm ready.

"The best that I am going to be in this crazy, sickening situation," he mumbled, and kicked open the door.

They flew in with their guns ready. They heard icy screeches erupt in the dark, musky room. Two Hunters came flying around a wall of stacked iron cages. Rebecca started firing first, then Billy. Both creatures were extremely fast, making their aims be put to the test. Soon, both of them had to dodge the swipe of lethal claws. They ran past the roaring Hunters, weaving through rusting cages to get to safety. Both of them spun at the same time, tearing at each other's wrists from the twisted cuffs.

One Hunter went down, tripping over large chains after being shot in the chest. The other leaped high into the air, threatening to slash right at their faces. Rebecca ran out of ammo in her handgun, but Billy was quick to aim the shotgun and fire. The Hunter was blown backwards from the force of the shotgun blast, making the creature slam into a cage and collapse to the ground dead.

Billy and Rebecca took the time to quickly catch their breaths. Rebecca loaded a new clip into her handgun. The room was full of these iron barred cages, stacks upon stacks of them, all over in the large room. It smelled like death, urine, and feces in here, making a burning sensation hit their nostrils when they breathed in from the ammonia.

There wasn't much in the room other than that. Just as they were about to leave, they heard a low, rumbling noise. It sounded like heavy machinery was kicking on. Billy and Rebecca exchanged glances, and then ran for it, trying to find the noise. They went through the next door, coming out onto a catwalk that overlooked the floor below. There was an office to their right that held computers and control panels. Down on the floor below, they watched as a large, red cable car slide along its line. It seemed as though it was coming back from up the limestone tunnel. Once it parked and become silent, the two waited cautiously for a moment to see if anyone was going to exit the cable car. No one came out, and so they assumed the cable car was set to come back on its own.

"That has got to be our ticket out of here!" Billy whispered harshly.

"It seems so. But we need to be careful. I bet whoever is watching us from earlier just took it across," Rebecca answered, biting her lower lip.

"Yeah, you're right."

Ada yawned in boredom, waiting for the cable car to slow to a stop on the other end of the limestone tunnel. William was currently flipping through a huge, old book that he had found in their little walk through the labs. He seemed to be as gleeful as a five year old having found it. Apparently, he hadn't seen the book for almost a decade, and a sense of nostalgia seemed to overtake him.

The cable car wasn't much; there were a few benches along the sides, along with the control panel to the front. The windows were useless to look out of. The limestone tunnel was completely dark except to where the headlights were shining. It was scary to know that the cable car was riding along a wire line that hung three stories up from rampaging sewer rivers below.

There was a dead zombie that was slumped on one of the benches that Ada had been wary off since they arrived onto the cable car. It seemed dead, but she watched closely as William made his way closer and closer to the thing. He was so into his book that he wasn't watching where he was backing up to. Ada heaved a sigh, checking her cell phone to check the time. As soon as she looked back over to William, her eyes widened.

"William! Watch out!" she yelled. The zombie had come to life, getting to its feet to go for William's back.

William spun around, closing the book. The zombie held out its arms, reaching out to grab him and moaning hungrily. William yelped, holding onto the book hard and then striking it across the zombie's head. The force knocked the zombie back a few feet, but the undead human shuffled forward once more. Again, William slapped the zombie in the head with the thick book, this time cracking open the skull. The zombie collapsed to the floor dead.

Ada gawked in surprise. William blinked in confusion, and then turned to face Ada. He gave her a saddened look. "My book…"

"You almost got your ass killed," Ada sighed, shaking her head. "Is a book really worth that much?

"Hey, this book is a classic, mind you! These went out of print in the 1940s! It's a one of a kind on virology…plus I used it as a weapon before this zombie, so it does make quite the defense item."

Ada chuckled. "You used it before as a weapon? On what?"

William grinned, putting a finger up to correct her. "On who, you mean. Back when Albert and I were partners…we were still young. I think I was eighteen and he was twenty…anyways, we got into an argument and I slapped him in the head with this thing. Gave him a nice big wallop on the forehead. It was hilarious."

Ada laughed at this. "I'm sure Albert deserved it. I'm surprised you didn't get your ass kicked though."

"Oh, I did. He broke my nose and I had this crazy black eye…I swear it wouldn't open for like a month. But it was all good after that. We went out and had some beers," William chuckled.

"Men," Ada sighed, shaking her head.

The cable car came to a halt, shuttering and then becoming still in a park. William wiped the blood off of the book with his pants, and then slipped the book under his arm. The two of them headed out of the cable car. William paused at the outside control panel, pushing a button sequence to send the cable car back down to the other station. It took a moment, but the car shuttered again, and then it started moving backwards, going back the way it came and disappearing into the darkness.

"Why did you do that?" Ada asked.

"I'm sure those two handcuffed people will need it. I was only being considerate."

"Aren't you supposed to be killing them?"

"Well duh! What better way than to let them get almost to the end and blow their hopes to hell!" William laughed.

Ada rolled her eyes. "Okay there, Sparky. Settle down."

They walked side by side, heading up the stairs and into the large opening where the hexagon platform awaited. They weren't planning on taking the hexagon platform, but they walked over to where it was anyways. The platform was already down all the way to the bottom floor. William explained that it was down from Albert taking it, which had to have been hours now.

They turned to and started for the door that would lead them into one of the sewage treatment control rooms. Ada was going to take the hatch down, to take the alternate route out of the sewers so she could get back to the city much quicker. William was following her only because his destination to set the detonation was down below there as well, in one of the inner facility control rooms.

They made sure to seal the hatch so no one could follow them down. William and Ada made it through the hallway until they stopped at the intersection. There was a right passage and a left passage. This was where they were going to split up.

"Are you sure you will be alright?" Ada asked.

"Aww! You really do care!" William laughed. He received a death glare from the double agent woman. "I will be fine! Don't worry!"

"Okay then, I guess I am going to leave then. I will meet you and Albert come sunrise. And yes, don't worry; I will pick up Annette as well."

"Alright. Be careful taking this route back to Raccoon. Don't want you to run into any monster sized Alligators or something," he snorted jokingly.

"William, I don't care what anyone says, that is just an urban fairy tale about Alligators in the sewers…especially in this part of the U.S."

"Well then be careful of Big Foot then."

Ada glared at the chuckling William once again. "Are you sure Albert didn't cause you some kind of brain damage in that fight?"

William snorted. "Yeah right! I'm still the most brilliant researcher in this company!"

"Glad to see you are still full of yourself," Ada chuckled. "See you later, Will."

"Don't have too much fun," William answered.

The two of them went their separate ways, each taking the opposite route as the other. William still had a few hallways and rooms to go before reaching his destination. He still had his gun on him for protection, along with the book. As he headed his own way, William couldn't help but to feel like singing the song School's Out by Alice Cooper.

The rest of the second floor proved to be as creepy and sickening as the rest of the facility. A few zombies stood in their path, and so Rebecca and Billy gunned them down and continued. When they were sure nothing useful could be found, they headed back down to the first floor, using the grappling gun to slide them down onto the floor where all the fallen and broken furniture remained. They left the library back out into the hallway. Just as Billy and Rebecca headed down the rest of the hallway now that the stone slab was gone.

One door led to the cable car room. They didn't enter there first, but decided to go to the door down at the end. It was a strange, blue door. James Marcus's bust was carved elegantly into the door, with an emblem below. It was a rather creepy carving to them, but they soon noticed that the emblem hole was the same shape as the fake leech Rebecca had in her pocket. She put it in where it belonged, and they could hear the hallow click of the door unlocking.

Billy and Rebecca cautiously entered through the strange, blue door. They came into a large study room. The color scheme was of many blues and golds. A large fish tank took up most of one wall, and there were strange creatures floating at the top dead. They didn't look like any kind of fish to Rebecca, but of strangely modified creatures that shouldn't have existed at all.

The desk at the end of the room was large and made of dark cherry. There were a few portraits hanging on the wall, all creepy and gloomy. A real human skeleton seemed to watch them while attached to a rack to hold it upright. Rebecca and Billy were looking for anything useful. There was a handkerchief and a half empty bottle of vodka on the desk next to the computer. There were marbles on the floor; it seemed from a collection, as well as an old Zippo lighter. There was also an old oil lamp, but it was rusted and empty, although there was a fresh container of oil for it on the desk as well.

Rebecca noticed a photograph on the desk, picking it up and getting Billy's attention as he was too attentive towards the brand of vodka. The black and white photo was for a graduation celebration, back in 1939. Billy and Rebecca recognized the young man as the one that was singing when they were on the train. The man in the picture was James Marcus.

"That man that was singing must be James Marcus's son or grandson," Rebecca stated logically, slapping it down onto the desk. "But why is he doing all of this?"

"Who knows," Billy sighed.

They heard a hissing noise. Looking up quickly, they saw a mound of leeches forming into a human figure. Cursing, Billy aimed his weapon to shoot, along with Rebecca. Multiple shots were fired off, but the leech mound took hardly any damage. Leeches were thrown aside from the bullets, but more just came to take their place. Billy and Rebecca were in trouble. The thing wasn't backing down. They had to think fast.

Billy then noticed all the items on the desk. Quickly, he grabbed the handkerchief, hoping this was going to work. He dumped the oil for the oil lamp onto it, and then stuffed it down into the vodka bottle. Rebecca kept firing, yelling at him and asking him what he was doing. Billy dragged Rebecca down into a kneel so he could pick up the lighter.

He lit the handkerchief; waiting until the fierce flames hit the bottle's top before throwing it at the oncoming leech monster. Billy yelled for Rebecca to get down. They both dropped behind the desk just in time to hear shattering glass and hissing fire. They could hear the leeches popping from the heat. They got to their feet, watching as the leech creature collapsed into a mound of slime and burning alcohol.

"Was that a Molotov Cocktail you just made?" Rebecca asked, surprised. She looked up at him.

"Yep."

"How the hell…?"

"Let's just say I used to be a juvenile delinquent and I just make those rather well…let's go," Billy quickly answered. He grabbed her hand and they started out of the study room.

They backtracked into the other hallway. They decided that it was about time to take the cable car across. They were cautious entering the area. They weren't sure if the cable car was sent back as a trap or not.

Billy and Rebecca reached the double doors, but hesitated upon entering. They turned to look to each other.

"You ready?" Billy asked, slightly smiling down at her.

"Yeah, let's hope this gets us the hell outta here," Rebecca answered, nodding and smiling herself.

A terrifying screech made their hearts jolt. They snapped their heads up, noticing an infected Baboon awaiting them on the roof of the cable car. It leaped down with a yowl, baring gleaming fangs. Billy and Rebecca moved back, but in the heat of the moment, both tried to move opposite of each other. The handcuffs tightened on their wrists, and so this enabled the Eliminator to catch them easily. The Baboon slashed Rebecca's leg, making her yelp out in pain. Billy was quick to kick the creature. He wanted it to attack him rather than her.

The Eliminator screamed in bloodlust, lunging at him with amazing speed and power. It struck Billy so hard in the chest, that it knocked him backwards, dragging Rebecca along with him. The Eliminator tried to tear at him, and Billy slammed against the thin metal railing. Rebecca tried to make herself become a weight to prevent Billy from flipping over the railing. She used all of her strength to pull back against Billy's weight, but found her feet to be sliding. There was no way she was going to be able to counterbalance him.

"Billy!" she cried.

As soon as she saw Billy flip over the railing with the Baboon, she knew the inevitable was to happen. His weight tore her forward. Billy and Rebecca were thrown over the railing and they fell several stories into gushing, cold, dark waters.

They were immediately swept away from the current, getting thrashed around by untamed waves. Rebecca was out cold, but Billy was desperately trying to hang on, but also keep her head above the water. He was slammed into rock and metal, going through dark tunnels at blinding speeds. He had no idea where they were going to end up. Billy was able to snag onto a small pipe that was hanging out from the wall. He desperately held onto it with one hand, while holding Rebecca with the other. He was already exhausted from the rapid, painful ride down the sewer river.

The cold water continued to slap his face and dug at him with force to try and take him and Rebecca. He saw something splash up ahead, and was horrified to see a dark creature raise its head and then dive back into the water. He did not want to know what kind of monster it was, and he definitely didn't want it to find them.

Billy was getting to the point that he could no longer hold on. The gushing, violent river finally broke him free from the pipe, making his head slam into rock before carrying him on. Billy's last thought before everything went painfully black was…

Rebecca!

A/N: Holy Snickerdoodle! So sorry for the long wait on an update for this story! . I promise the next update won't take as long lol! Well, isn't this a drastic change from the game lol? Both Billy and Rebecca get taken for a ride down the sewer tunnels! I am so evil, mwahahaha...Okay, well, as for William and Ada, they have finally split up to go their own ways. Poor William tried using his book as a weapon on Wesker in the past and this got him beat up...hmmm, this sounds like the latest chapter of my Dark Evenings fic where William and Wesker get aggravated at each other. William punches Wesker in the face as is like 0.o, and then he gets the crap beat out of him lol! I love writing William like this, I can't help it! :) Okay, enough on him and let's get focused back on our favorite handcuffed couple! How are they gonna get out of this mess? Well, hopefully the next chapter will show how lol. Thanks for being patient with this chapter everyone! Enjoy! :)