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Resident Evil 4: A Fangirl's Dream Come True!
Chapter Twenty-Six: Island Welcome and Misadventure pt.1
- Dock
I was able to regain control of myself just as the group of zealots pushed me into the area behind the tower before they slinked back into the secret passage. I looked around and recognized it as the lower level of the area Leon comes out after the fight with Salazar. No one was around so I figured Krauser hadn't shown up yet. Good news for me! I headed straight for the rope and was about to climbed it when the all too familiar, hated voice rang out behind me.
"Tch. So we meet again, you little brat." Krauser's voice hissed, which I noticed was much more closer than I liked. Aw, shit. I didn't look back, just quickly scaled the rope in hopes of getting away from him. Krauser laughed harshly, "What was that you said to me earlier? 'Bite me?' Tempting but I think I prefer to-"
I just a few feet off the ground with the rope when I felt his hand grip my ankle tightly. I winced in pain from his vice-like grip then cried out in surprise as he jerked me off the rope with a single tug. Then gasped in shock as the commando turned and swung me downwards.
"-slam you into the ground." he sneered as he did the action. I let out a sharp cry of pain as my body collided with the stone floor. I shivered in pain as I laid limply on the floor, too weak to move, afraid to actually. But feeling vulnerable from how I was laying, I turned to my side and tried to recover. Krauser smirked cruelly as he circled me, looking like a vulture waiting for it's prey to die before feasting. "Not feeling too spunky today, cocky bitch?"
"Not feeling happy today, Jack-ass?" I shot back as the pain eased away, knowing that he as well as Saddler were frustrated with how things were going now.
Big mistake.
Krauser snarled and his foot flew into my stomach in a hard kick. I gasped in pain as the air rushed out my lungs, my body jerking from the impact. I whimpered and curled up reflexively to protect my stomach as tears seeped from my eyes from the pain coursing through me. Okay... memo to me... no sarcastic remarks around him alone... they tend to bite you back...
The commando grinned evilly and kicked me again just as hard. I cried out and glared at him weakly from the floor. "Saddler... will be mad... if he sees me... injured..." I growled, trying to keep from going unconscious.
Krauser barked out a laugh as he gave me another swift kick to the gut. "Oh, that old fool? He said to bring you back alive." His smile turned shark-like, "He never said in what condition, though." The commando was about to kick me once more when there was a beep from his pocket. He hesitated, pausing in his attack, unsure if he should answer. The communicator beeped a bit more harshly and faster. Jack Krauser growled as he snatched up the device to answer, clearing his face for a more 'mission' like look.
"Krauser, here."
And the face of Osmund Saddler fuzzed through, giving the commando a stern look. At least I think he was glaring at him. "Krauser! Where's the girl?" he snapped, irritated at his minion's lack of speed. With Krauser's attention away from me for the moment, I took the advantage to crawl as quietly away from him as possible. And since I can't use the rope to get away... I headed for the only way out. The elevator that led to the docks.
Krauser turned away from me, reassuring his 'boss' that everything was fine. "I have the girl, sir. I'm on my way to the island."
Seizing my chance, I quickly crawled the last few inches and entered the elevator. Before leaving, I quickly hid an Incendiary Grenade near the mouth of the door, and looped some left over shirt string to the pin, just in-case. I hoped I had enough line to feed and pushed the button down. To my relief, the elevator decended softly, making no noise whatsoever, letting me escape silently. It was when it neared the end that the elevator shuddered and let out a huge screech as the gears struggled against the rust.
Aw, shit...
I heard Krauser curse and his rapid footsteps as he ran toward the doorway. I counted a few seconds before pulling the string. There was a soft explosion and a flash as fire erupted from the grenade and covered the doorway. The commando cried out in surprise and pain as some of the flames lashed out at him. Not waiting to see how well I caught him in my trap, I jumped from the elevator before it touched ground and ran down the dark corridor. It was difficult to do with a bruised body, causing me to stumble as I ran.
I entered the Merchant's shop... correction, the future location for the Merchant's shop. I looked around for a place to hide, or to fight with. Not seeing much to cover me or use to defend, I headed for the door on the other side of the room...
BAM!
I froze as I heard Krauser's feet hit the elevator floor. Shit, there's no time to get to the dock. I turned to the piles of boxes in the corner and dove for them. I pushed boxes aside, until I got a perfect spot then piled boxes around me to hide. I finished just in time as the commando rushed in, looking around wildly for me. I kept silent, using a trick Leon had taught me in the Castle. I kept my mouth shut and breathed quietly through my nose, refusing to make a sound. I forced myself to take small shallow breaths to calm down as I peeked through the cracks and tiny spaces between the boxes to watch Krauser. And the violent commando was not a happy soldier.
"Where are you, you little bitch?" he snarled as he stormed around the room, throwing things aside in his search for me. I winced and curled up, cowering in my hiding spot. Believe me, I was terrified. I only knew what Leon was doing in the game, it never showed what Ashley went through. I was on my own here and yes, I know Ashley came out fine when Leon found her again on the Island... it still didn't show what happened to her. So I had nothing to reassure me that I wouldn't be half dead by the time I got to the island.
Krauser let out a roar of rage and began to tear into the pile of boxes I hid behind. I froze and cowered even more, trying to make myself as small as possible as I heard boxes being torn or hurled aside. Please don't find me... Please don't let him find me... I resisted to cry in fright as I was suddenly lifted and tossed away as the commando continued his rampage on the pile of boxes. I trembled within the barrel I took shelter in, frightened that while hiding I was making things worse for myself. I didn't care if it ruined the plot, I didn't want to go with Krauser and if I could just hold out for a while, I may not have to...
Wait...something's wrong... The room was too silent for having a raging, supposedly dead commando looking to beat on someone. Where's Krauser? Did he give up? Heh, doubt it if he wants to kill me so much. Perhaps he moved on to the docks in his search for me? Possibly. Considering the fact he didn't know I hid in a barrel, which was a wise thing to do. Good. While he tears apart the docks, I can go to the elevator and wait for Leon. Yeah, that's my plan.
I sighed softly in relief.
Shh-crack!
I screamed in pain as something suddenly stabbed into my side, just above my left hip. Agh, what the hell? My eyes widen in horror as I heard the commando's voice hiss through the wood. Oh, shit...
"There you are, you annoying pain in the ass brat!" Krauser snarled, pushing his combat knife deeper. I wailed louder in pain then let another cry ripple from my throat as he gave the knife a sharp twist to the side. He chuckled viciously as he ripped the blade from my body. I gasped from pained relief that the sharp object was removed then trembled as the barrel I hid in was lifted once more and hurled against something.
The wooden barrel shattered, exposing me to violent commando's enraged gaze. I trembled and shrank in both pain and fear, no longer confident about being alive when Leon found me again. I'd be extremely lucky if Krauser showed me any mercy and from the looks of his grin, I doubt he would do that. I slid my vision to the hallway back to the elevator, wanting to get away from Krauser for as long as possible.
The room we were in shook under the enraged roar of an inhuman beast. Leon and Salazar are just about to duke it out, if I can keep away long enough... Krauser cursed, knowing that the government agent was close by. I bolted for the hallway, not caring that the movement was painful from my beating and stabbing. Unfortunately, Krauser saw me and threw his arm out in front of me.
"Oh, no you don't, you little bitch!" he growled, his attack catching me across the chin, knocking my head back on my neck as he spun and kicked me aside.
I flew to the side and laid sprawled on the floor, weak and defeated. I laid there, dazed and in pain, no longer having the energy to resist now. I was just too tired, I didn't look at him as he grinned evilly at me. But I was surprised that he didn't kill me with that move. Normally, the blows would have either crippled me or killed me outright. I can only guess that he followed my head movement with his arm, cushioning the impact and used the sole of his boot, not the side, to spread the force of the kick.
Well, that's one merciful gesture... Wait, this is Krauser... Crap, it isn't a blessing... its a curse...
I opened my eyes a bit and looked at the commando as he grinned again. Well, this isn't good... Krasuer's shark like grin grew as he towered over me, his shadow overlapping my form, cracking his knuckles. Definitely not good...
"I'm going to enjoy this." He knelt next me, his evil grin unwavering as his fist flew at me...
- In the waters close to the Island
The cool sea breeze blew as I stirred awake, my body still in pain and throbbing from my beating. I blinked groggily, staring up at the partly clear, starry sky. I felt a light spray of sea water as the winds rushed by quickly. There was no storm, so why were the winds blowing that fast? I felt that I was top of something hard and I heard a loud thrum! of an engine. It took me a while to realize that I was in the speed boat. And that can only mean one thing.
I was heading to Saddler's Island.
Asshole knocked me unconscious. I groaned softly as I shifted in my seat in the back of the speed boat, the left side of my head throbbed with pain and my vision doubled from moving. Krauser laughed as he kept the marine vehicle on course to the last stage of the game. "Finally awake, little bitch?" he sneered.
I scowled weakly at him then spotted a vial of Mixed Herbs in the back pocket of his seat. Am I just seeing things? I looked at myself, bloody, torn and seen better days. I hope not, I need it. My eyes flickered over to him, watching as I quietly reached for it. I snatched the bottle, popped it open and sprinkled the contents onto my injuries. I shivered a bit as the mixed herbs fizzled and repaired the damage done; tickling just a bit, especially to my side where the stab wound is.
Krauser chuckled again, "So I assume you found the vial?"
I stiffened, staring at the vial.
"I made that and left it there on purpose."
I blanched, turning slightly green before I started wiping the crumbled herbs off my body. Holy crap, ewwww! It burns! Get them off! Get them off! Get them off! I have Krauser germs on me! I've been contaminated and must be cleansed! I whined and continued to scrape the herbs off. Okay, note to self. Glomp Leon as much as you can to kill the Krauser germs and Wesker too if he isn't trying to kill you.
"Urgh, I don't see why Wesker even bothered to hire you..." I muttered to myself, flicking the last of herbs off my face.
Another big mistake.
I heard another snarl and I was suddenly slammed against the side of the boat as it swerved to the side. I yelped again and grabbed the edge of the boat in a panic. And the crazed commando was on me, err... on my neck actually, as he gripped it tightly. Okay, another memo to me. Krauser is no longer human, he's a BOW or plaga thing now... and therefore has heightened senses. Don't mutter around him.
"How do you know about Wesker?" Krauser spat, pressing my neck against the edge of boat. I flailed, scrambling at his arms in a vain attempt get him off. "Answer me!"
I gagged and growled, hating to lie. "L-Leon... said... something about Wesker...!"
Krauser tighten his hold. "How do you know Wesker hired me?"
I breathed heavily, trying to get air into my lungs. "I... just guessed..."
"Is that right?"
"Y-yeah... Saddler never... trusted Americans... so... you had to kidnap... the President's daughter... to gain that trust. But knowing you... you wouldn't have even bothered... doing it... knowing the risks. So then why risk... being discovered by the President... unless someone told you to...? Someone... like Wesker... Isn't that right?"
The commando grinned, "Managed to figure that huh? Good, Leon won't know once your under the plagas' control."
I coughed and gasped when Krasuer released my bruised neck and I glared at him. High riding bastard. Wesker would kick your ass out of your mouth if he knew that you nearly killed me before the deal was done. I rubbed my neck and breathed a little more calmly to soothe my burning lungs, still glaring at him. Krasuer smirked as he turned away and maneuvered the speed boat back on course to the island. I sat on the back seat, away from the soldier's reach, and looked out to the dark ocean. I could always just crawl out of the boat and wait for Leon here...
I thought about it, considered actually doing it then remembered one crucial thing.
I'd be dead way before Leon could ever get here.
There was no way I could stay afloat for very long, I would get tired, fall asleep and drown. Besides, there's no telling what could be in these waters. Sharks, plaga controlled sharks... or maybe another Del Lago. Hmm, put up with macho man until I get to the island and passed on to the Militants to be thrown in a cell and possible live? Or slip out of the boat, swim around and likely die from being eaten by whatever swims in the water while waiting for Leon? Island and likely to live, or water and likely to die? Hmm...
Yeah, I'm gonna go with living, so Island it is.
Besides, it keeps the plot flowing.
- Beachhead Stronghold, Saddler's Island
It took awhile but we got to the Island and docked a small port on the beach, which surprised me since this port was never in the game. Wait... why am I still being surprised? Shit happens that doesn't follow the game anyway. Krauser hauled me out of the boat and dragged me to the beach. There was a group of Militants waiting for us at the end of walkway, no doubt ordered there by Saddler to make sure I got here safely.
Yay.
Krauser shoved me into the arms of a large brute, telling him to hold me as he gave out orders. I recognized the big guy as the Berserker, the fast and strong bastards that are more annoying than scary. Great, we're off on a promising start. As King Turd of Shit Mountain issued out his orders on how to deal with Leon, I took a look around the beach. And noticed that it was much bigger than in the game. There was small fort on our left, which is where it's supposed to be, then there's another little open air fort on the other side of the beach.
(A/N: The "King Turd" line from S.D Perry! Love her, she's awesome.)
Why was that there?
I blinked at it, trying to figure out what it was for then gave up after a second, no point in worrying right? Instead I concentrated on what I did know. Several Militants scurried about the beach in a rush to get it secure, hiding in their spots like the stealthy bastards they are. Jayjay, aka the Chaingun Maniac or Gunner, leaped up to the platform near the tower and hid behind the door in waiting for the government agent. How he managed to jump up that high while carrying a underarm chaingun with him, I'll never know, but it's kinda cool.
One soldier climbed to the roof of the first building facing cliffs, and turned on the searchlight, letting it swivel and scan for any intruders. So he was the bastard that turned it on so Leon could get caught. Heh, thanks. That makes it easier for Leon to kill all of you. I noticed that there were an extra pair of soldiers on the roofs of the northwest and southeast buildings. That's odd.
I yelped out in surprise as the Berserker lifted and threw me on his shoulder like a sack of peanuts. I squirmed around in an effort to scramble off and get away. Krauser barked out an order and the Militant tighten his hold on me. I scowled at the supposedly dead commando, then kept my eyes busy by looking at something else. What caught my eye were the mirrors, the very same mirrors that Leon would have to use to open the door and proceed, which meant we were going to leave. And if we were going to leave, that meant the adorable blonde, blue-eyed agent was already here.
Sweet.
The group of islanders in charge of my imprisonment, quickly headed for the door as the two extra soldiers reflected the laser light to the scan disk to let us pass. As I was carried closer to the steps, I suddenly thrashed and screamed to let my hero know where I was.
"Leon, help! I'm over here!" I yelled loudly to get his attention as my prison guard grunted in Spanish for me to shut up. I snapped back at him in the same language, telling him to kiss his ass goodbye. Krauser, on the other hand, looked surprised at the agent's quick arrival to the island and used that as his cue to leave, wanting to remain a secret. I quickly looked toward the cliffs, where Leon would come in from as I was carried up the steps; knowing that he was watching me.
I smiled, knowing that everything was going smoothly and according to plot... until I saw something that made me gawk in shock as the doors closed. Those extra soldiers! They were...!
"Hey! Put those mirrors back!" I shrieked angrily, waving my fist at locked doors. This isn't good. Leon needs those! He needed to know about them! I raised my voice again, hoping that he could hear me. "Leon! You need to get those mirrors back! They're important!"
There was a loud gunshot and the searchlight was shattered, followed by a brief silence then-
"Murrahahaha! Te voy a matar!"
I scowled as I heard the chaingun rev up and fire rapidly. The Gunner, Jayjay had decided to say 'Hi!' to government agent in his favorite way. God, how I hate you. I sighed as I was carried toward the cliff tunnels, getting to closer to my damp and cold cell. What fun. I then remembered that the boulder was going to be pushed at Leon. So to warn him, I pulled out my bandanna and dropped it in the middle of the ground, several steps in front of the entrance to the cliff side tunnels.
I hope he figures it out and not get crushed. Nah, he'll realize, Leon's smart enough to know to watch his surroundings.
My welcoming committee passed by several other Militants, a few from the group escorting me to my cell passed word of the agent's arrival. Yeah, this is fun. We went up the ladder and entered the next area.
-Saddler's Complex
I was carried around the cliff side far above the beach. I glanced downward and noticed the gunfight lighting up the beach as we passed. No doubt Leon was having difficulty with Jayjay. I mean who wouldn't? ...Besides Wesker, of course. I looked around as the Militants scattered themselves all over the place in preparation for the American agent. Not that it would matter anyway, these guys don't stand a chance against Leon.
After a few minutes, we arrive at the back door of the complex. Ah, the back door... the real star treatment. Perfect for celebrities and captives of any area. Anyway, I get carried through some halls, threw the finger to the creepy Militant in food storage room because I hated him. He always scared me no matter how many times I played the game. Then passed by the oven in the kitchen as I blinked at it. You know what? I forgot to mention the freak in the oven to Leon... I cracked a grin despite myself. Leon is so going to freak out when the dude pops out of there.
A few twisting halls later, I arrive at my cell as the Berserker oh-so-kindly dropped me on my ass in the room. Which of course was damp, cold and dirty. But what else can I expect from a cult full of parasites that slept underground for centuries? I grumbled irritably as I stood, glaring at him as he and his crew turned to leave. I gave them a dirty look as I brushed the dust off my creepy popstar outfit. For their sakes, they better not be checking me out. Damn you Salazar and Ashley for this stupid getup.
"Muchas gracias, cabrón." I growled out as they locked the door, then which the Berserker snarled at me. I glared and snarled back. "Qué carajo miras? Lárgate!" (Thanks a lot, bastard., What the hell are you looking at? Get out of here! A/N: My Spanish sucks, so bear with me, okay?)
The Militants growled and glared at me, at which I only replied by giving them the finger and telling them to fuck off. The soldiers sneered at me then left to do their duties and stop Leon from coming to rescue me. Heh, good luck on that, dumbasses! I turned away from the door and looked around. Still the same as in the game. A small barred window on my left, a table hidden behind a pile of boxes and crates to my right, and dirty, dark gray walls surrounding me.
Home sweet cell.
Water dripped into a puddle from a crack on the ceiling as I walked around my cell in an effort to keep myself busy. I know I could always do something else besides walking around in a circle. Like sleeping, which I won't do because I don't feel secure enough to do that. Or count how many soldiers that pass my cell, which got boring after a while. So there wasn't much to do other than walk... or was there? I thought about it. Yeah, there had to be something else besides moving around like a Hamster at the wheel. I could always sing...
True and it was better than looking like an idiot. Plus, walking around in a mindless circle was about as much fun as watching grass grow. Which sadly, and I'm being sarcastic here, there was none for that fun activity. Yeah, let's go with that.
(A/N: Let You Down by Three Days Grace. At least a portion of the song.)
"Trust me... There's no need to fear. Everyone's here, waiting for you to finally be one of us. Come down, you may be full of fear but you'll be safe here." I sang softly, picturing what happened to me in the ritual. "When you finally trust me, finally believe in me. I will let you down... I'll let you down... I'll... When you finally trust me, finally believe in me..."
Yeah, like I'll ever believe in this cult? They're freaking crazy. I don't know what they been sniffing but they're high on themselves. Hmm, kinda like how Umbrella was before it crumbled. Ninety-nine percent crack and one percent T-Virus. Or in this case, ninety-nine percent Las Plagas and one percent proven insanity. Hey, Saddler, if you can hear me... Listen to me, I have advice for you... Put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye, you crazy religious bitch. This plan of yours won't work. Trust me. Heh, trust me.
"Trust me, I'll be there when you need me... You'll be safe here. When you finally trust me, finally believe in me... I will let you down... I'll let you down... I'll..." I continued, my head bobbing to the silent music that played in my head. Huh, odd. I was picturing the ritual when something else popped up in my head, it was a bit blurry... Wonder what that is? "When you finally trust me, finally believe in me..."
"I will let you down..." purred a dark voice that drifted into my cell.
Startled, I thought it was Leon but it clicked to me that the agent didn't have that kind of tone. It was too dark for someone of his personality. It was someone else I knew. I turned to look and stood in surprise at who was at cell door. "Wesker?"
Albert Wesker stood on the other side of the door, watching me. He didn't answer right a way, seemingly staring out into space in his own little dark world. I wonder what kind of dark world it is...? Gah! Stop it! Bad thoughts, bad fangirl thoughts! Leave me alone, evil imaginations! Wesker will snap my neck if he knew I was thinking this!
"I'm fond of the line, I really am. When you finally trust me, finally believe in me... I will let you down..." he murmured to himself, testing the line out before looking directly at me. "And trust me on that, dear heart. I will let you down, if you truly trust me and I find you expendable."
Uh... thanks for the heads up, Wesker... That makes me feel all better.
"Uh, okay." I muttered, suddenly feeling vulnerable without Leon with me. Either the vulnerability was from my fear of being within Wesker's presence by myself; odd since I've done so before twice. Or it was because I'm within his presence, alone and in an outfit that barely covered me with my fangirl thoughts and hormones demanding I tackle Wesker. Uh... I think I'll go with the former... Yeah, that'll be wise.
Wesker looked at the cell door that trapped me in the room and I sighed as I watched him study it. "Wesker, you shouldn't be here. Really. Leon will arrive shortly, so I suggest you leave before he sees you." The Resident Evil villain continued to ignore me and I scowled. "Seriously, Wesker. Leave, the door will only open if-"
Mmurrrrrr...tink!
Wesker jerked the cell door open, going slow so is to not alert the Militants in the next room. I blinked in disbelief. "-you have the keycard... o-kay... that works too."
He set it aside and motioned me to follow, gazing down the hall in case an enemy decided to show up. I took a step forward then froze, feeling confused and torn. If I went with Wesker, I could be set free early and be able to look for Leon but... If I stayed here, like I'm supposed to, Leon would rescue me and we could continue as normal like in the game.
"Come along, Ms. Nightshade. We have to go." Wesker said, casting a glance at me, wondering why I was taking so damn long to walk three feet. I continued to stand there and trying to figure out what to do when he decided for me. He strode into the room, grabbed my wrist and proceeded to drag me out, which snapped me out of my troubled thoughts. I stiffened and growled, pulling back to wrench free of Wesker's grasp. Obviously, I was no match for his superior strength as he was able to drag me behind him anyway.
"Wesker, what are you doing? Let go of me!" I hissed, digging my popstar shoe heels on the pavement to stay put. Or at least trying to stay put, seeing as I was still moving even though I'm still standing upright.
"Please don't make me repeat myself, Ms. Nightshade." Wesker growled slightly, "I don't have the paitence to do so."
He suddenly stiffened and looked down the hall, hearing the two footsteps coming toward my cell. Oh, Leon's close to the monitor station! I turned and looked at the camera perched in the corner of the room, watching the door and my eyes widen in surprise. And if either see Wesker-! I turned back in time to see the sexy human BOW aim his handgun with its silencer down the hall, waiting for the two to show up and kill them. I reached out, grasped his arm and hissed.
"Don't. Leon will see you."
Wesker remained where he was, keeping his weapon trained at a single spot in the air. I growled, tugging him back. "I'm serious, Wesker. If Leon sees you, he'll destroy every Plaga sample there is before you even have a chance to see one."
The BOW growled, looking over his shoulder and narrowing his fiery eyes at me; as if he was daring me to challenge his judgment again. I shrank a little from his gaze but my glare never wavered; silently telling him that if his plan was to even have chance to work... he better listen. Wesker continued to glare at me, but finally relented when he released my wrist and lowered his weapon. I sighed in relief as he swiftly moved to hide from view of both the agent's eyes and the two Militants that stared at the broken door before them.
I looked at them in surprise and shrank again when they lifted their gaze to me in anger. I could tell that they thought I did it and that I was trying to escape. Okay, showtime. I backed away from them, calling out Leon's name in "hopes" of him hearing me. One soldier growled and stalked toward me before shoving me back. I stumbled, slipped on the puddle and fell back hard. I shivered in fear and scooted backward slowly; as the other circled behind me, watching and laughing at me as he went around near the switch box on the wall.
I trembled a bit in show of being intimidated as I slid my vision to the camera watching us. The soldier in front of me stiffened when he caught my glance then looked at the camera. After a few seconds of staring at it, he growled and told his companion to shut it off. The other soldier nodded and proceeded to flip the switches and then press a red button that cut of the video and audio feed of the camera, that was no doubt being viewed by Leon.
Then Sir Shove-a-lot told him to stay with me while he goes and gets a few men to ambush the American agent. Again, the soldier nodded as the first one rushed out of the room. I sighed in relief. Well, at least Wesker wouldn't be able to drag me with this guy in the same cell as me.
I couldn't be more wrong...
There was a soft tick! and the Militant's head exploded in a shower of blood, gore and brain matter. I whirled around in shock as the headless body staggered a bit then slumped forward, crimson fluid pumping from... what was left of his neck. I turned to see Wesker emerge from behind the pile of boxes that hid the table, the end of his silenced handgun smoking.
"Wesker! Why'd you go and do that for!" I hissed angrily as Wesker calmly checked his clip as he moved to the door. The human BOW motioned for me to follow him as he continued moving; pushing his clip back into his gun, seeing that it was still good to use.
"But..." I stood rooted to my spot, confused to what was going on. Am I being saved by Wesker? Wasn't I supposed to be rescued by Leon? Wesker frowned slightly as he looked over his shoulder and gave me single glare.
"Now." he growled softly, but held a commanding tone. Damn, just how every fangirl of his likes. I blushed slightly as I became silent and followed him, struggling with my inner fangirl to not just glomp the sexy bastard from behind. Damn you Wesker! Must you be so desirable? And don't use that tone of voice! It's a neon sign for all fangirls to go nuts and pounce on you!
Wesker began walking the way I came into the complex, he was going to the back door. I can only guess he chose it because it was much closer and easier to access. But... I paused and looked down the hall. That's path Leon will use to get here... we'll bump into him that way...
I hesitated a bit before I reached out and stopped the former STARS member. "Wesker... wait..."
Wesker stiffened at my touch and growled slightly. "What is it now, Ms. Nightshade?"
I twitched from his tone and shrank again. "Um...well..."
"Ms. Nightshade." Wesker gave me a slight glare, his expression basically telling me to hurry up and tell him what I wanted to say. And I knew I was already getting on his nerves. Yeah, you don't want to get on his bad side, Rally... just say it.
I gulped a bit. "Um, Leon's coming from there. If we go that way, we'll run into Leon..."
"Is that all?"
"Uh, yes. You don't want Leon to know you're here, don't you? That'll risk your plan, wouldn't it?"
A smile spread across Wesker's face. An icy smile. "If he lives it would."
I blinked. He's not going to do what I think he's going to do... is he?
"I can take care of him easily."
My eyes widen in shock. Oh, no! He's going to kill Leon when we bump into him! Come on, think of something! Hurry! "W-wait! You can't do that!"
Wesker turned to me. "Oh? Enlighten me as to why I can't."
"Um... Well... Instead of killing him..." I stammered, still trying to come up with something to avoid Leon and avert his untimely death. Wesker crossed his arms over his broad chest and tapped his fingers on one of his arms, a brow raised in question. "...you can...use him?"
"Use him?" Wesker murmured curiously, inclining his head in thought, "Use him...hmmm..." He thought about it, taking the words and possible plan and weighting his options. Please use that plan, the plan where we avoid Leon and you don't have to kill him...
Another dark smile formed on his face, looking to all the world like a scheming cat. Since well... he kinda acts cattish... with his presence and such. Anyway, he smiled and looked at me. "Ah..." he chuckled darkly, "I think you're on to something, dear heart. That's an excellent plan."
I smiled unsurely as Wesker turned and began walking to the door Leon would have to go through in search of the key-card to open my cell. "We'll go ahead and let Kennedy run amok in search for you. He'll be our decoy as we find a way out of here."
"Ah...yeah... about that... why don't you take that plan to effect and go ahead. While I just stay here and wait for him to show up and we'll both be your decoys?" I tried.
Wesker glared at me, "Apologizes, dear heart, but you know I can't let you frolic with Mr. Kennedy until I get what I want from you."
I automatically blushed from what he said. I knew what he wanted, the "source" of where I got my knowhow of all the things that happened over the course of "six years". But my hormones and fangirl thoughts had thought differently. Damn these thoughts! It's not what he wanted from me! Bad, evil, naughty fangirl thoughts! Get out of my head!
I glanced at the door leading to the Administration Corridor and frowned slightly. If my memory serves me right... that way was a dead end, we'll be cornered and Leon will find us there. So question is... where do we go to avoid Leon? Perhaps there was a door that was never in the game we could use... where would it lead? It wouldn't matter as long as I could keep both Wesker and Leon from meeting too early. Not exactly easy, when someone is running around looking for you. Hmm...
Wesker opened the door and we passed through...
-Administration Corridor
I placed a hand over my face as Wesker strolled into the room as if he owned it. His confindence was the same as always as he quickly dispatched the wave of enemies with his handgun and bare hands. For some strange reason, Krauser had saw fit to leave my attache case with me. Why? I have no clue, but I'm glad he did as I ran around collecting ammo to keep. As fast as Wesker killed them, more appeared to take their place. I had to use the combat knife I still had to fight a few of the Militants myself.
Another wave of islanders entered the hall from a hidden door and Wesker growled in anger as he ejected the spent clip and slapped in a fresh one to his gun. It was obvious that he was getting annoyed by them. Hey, who wouldn't? I pointed out the smallre hall at the end of the corridor and told him that we had to go that way. He merely nodded in acknowledgement and fired his Killer 7 at one Berserker, the large enemy's head popping off like a cork after a loud Bang! He quickly turned from it and fired on another enemy, trying to clear a path to the door.
A Militant dove at him with a shock stick, trying to hit him from behind. Wesker sensed him, moved to the left, grabbed the enemy's arm with his left hand and pulled him forward then slamed his right elbow into the Militant's face. There were two loud cracks! from the blow. One from the nose being broken and the other was his neck when the islander's head snapped back violently, breaking the bone. Wesker tossed him aside and fired the Killer 7 once more at the relentless Militants, killing a few in row from a single bullet that pierced them through them. I was able to snatch up a couple of grenades and used them to get them away from us. But they just kept coming.
"Quickly, go for the door!" Wesker ordered and fired another shot at a Berserker, the round nicking it's shoulder pad when the BOW turned to dash for the exit. I followed suit after I tossed a Flash Grenade into the group of Plaga members. We passed through the door and out of sight.
- Research Labs
Wesker quickly jammed the door to keep the Militants out once they recovered from the flash. I sighed and leaned againt the door for a quick rest. That had been an intense forty-five minutes of our lives...uh... sort of. I still think the most intense minutes of my life was the nightmare run in with the Armaduras in the Servants' Quarters. I shuddered at the thought. Ugh, I don't want to go through that again...
Wesker straightened out his business-like jacket, frowning at some of the tears on it. He brushed some dust off of it and stepped forward, his way of saying 'Let's go.' But once he took a look around the room, he noticed that we were in the Research Labs and paused in his steps. Instead, he turned away from the door leading further in and picked up a few files, flipping them open and reading them for a second.
I blinked in confusion. Did he already had information about the Las Plagas? And all he needed was just some samples to make whatever his plan is to work? I guess that he may still want a bit more information to see if the Las Plagas were worth the trouble of getting. I glanced at the file he was reading and my eyes widen in surprise. Printed neatly across the center of the vanilla file was the word 'Regenerator'.
Wesker smirked lightly as he closed the file and placed it into his own attache case. Does everyone around here carry one these days? He picked a few more files and tucked them in to read for later, once he was able to leave the island. But one file caught his eye, he picked up and looked at the front of it. I looked at it too and gulped silently at the name printed across from it.
'Iron Maiden'.
"This looks interesting." he mused to himself then stiffened as he placed the file into his case and closed it quietly. He looked toward the door leading deeper into the lab.
"Hhhhrrrreee...hhrrrreeee..."
The harsh, loud breathing penerated through the metal door. It sounded if it was trying to breathe and giggle at the same time and having a hard time doing so. Wesker didn't make a sound as he backed away from the door, wanting to know what it he's going to fight before striking. Wise choice since I know exactly what we're facing.
"Hhhrrreeeee... hhhrrrrrrreeeeee..."
The breathing got louder as whatever the belonged to it drew closer to the door. I let out a soft whimper in dismay. Oohhh, why did it have to be that? Of all things there was, why that? Wesker glanced at me as the breathing got louder and from his expression... He wanted to know what it was that I was thinking. Should I tell him?
"Hhhhhrreeeee...Hhhrrreeeeee..."
The door to the lab slid open and in stepped the most horrific-looking creature there was. It was large, blind and a disgusting brownish color; it's long arms, ending with curved claws, brushed against its ankles as it staggered into the room. The body twitched and jerked awkwardly as it walked as if it was in a constant state of pain. And why shouldn't it? A large number of needles were jutting from it's body, the spikes catching the low lights and pushing its creepy look to a new level. I whimpered again, it was one of the most annoying but scary creatures of the game.
"Hhhrrreeee... hhrrreeee..."
The Iron Maiden.
- Research Labs
Wesker blinked at the creature, intrigued by it as it stepped closer. He was cautious but I knew the scientist in him wanted to study the creature and see what made it tick. As for me, I wasn't interested in what makes it tick, I wanted to just be away from it. The Iron Maiden took another awkward step forward, still breathing in that famously creepy way. Just hearing it was making my skin crawl.
I grabbed Wesker's arm and pulled him to the side and around the horrific experiment to get to the lab door. It's spikes suddenly extended, trying to stop us from going around it. Wesker dodged it and it growled in dissatisfaction, turning to follow us. We escaped into the lab, Wesker looking back at it to study it a bit more.
"What is that?" he asked as we darted around fallen debris and looking for a door to disappear through. I sighed as in annoyance as I picked up a grenade and chucked it at the spike riddled Regenerator. It staggered back from the resulting small explosion but shrugged it off and continued it jerky journey to get us.
"It's an Iron Maiden."
"Interesting."
"'Interesting?' That ain't interesting, that's seven kinds of fucking creepy!"
"Why, dear heart, would you say that?"
"Are you blind? Look at it!" Wesker did and the Iron Maiden lashed out with it arms, extending them to reach us. "Look out!"
I pushed him aside and cried out in fright as the maiden's clawed hands snatched at my arms. It hissed in glee, jerking me toward it's body for a closer attack. I wailed and thrashed to escape its grasp, scrambling at the tables and equipment to stop the movement. It hissed again, the spikes extending and contracting in excitement as it pulled me closer in preparation for the impalement.
Bang!
Bang!
I cried out in shock as the Iron's Maiden's arms blew apart, the rounds shattering the limbs and allowing me to escape. I scrambled away, frighten by the experience and hid behind Wesker. Then I yelped in disgust when I looked at my arms for injuries and saw that the hands of the creature still clung to me. I pried them off and chucked them away. Wesker smirked slightly as the Iron Maiden staggered from the rounds and armless.
Bang!
Wesker fired once more, blowing its head apart in a shower of nameless fluids and blood. The body stumbled back, headless as Wesker chuckled darkly. I shuddered, rubbing my arms in hoping to wipe off the feeling of the monster's hands. "You see? You worry too much. It wasn't-"
Don't bet you won, Wesky.
The body suddenly straightened itself out and in another shower of whatever liquid it had, the head and arms of the Iron Maiden grew back. Wesker's eyes widen in surprise at the regeneration speed. "-a challenge..." he trailed off, both shock and interest sparkled in his fiery eyes. Oh, yeah, Wesker's liking what the plagas can do.
The Iron Maiden hissed again, its body expanded a bit before contracting again, the spikes pushing out a bit before it fired them at us. My eyes widen in horrifying shock at the attack. Holy shit! That's new!
"Duck and cover!" I yelled as we jumped behind a pile of sturdy metal junk as a shower of needles flew everywhere. There were a lot of dings! as the needles bounced off the walls, a few sticking into them as the rest shattered glass and piercing other random junk.
Once the spike storm was over, I peeked over the metal desk and stared at it. It wasn't supposed to do that! Iron Maidens aren't capable to... oh, who am I kidding? The whole thing didn't make sense. Why bother questioning it? ...Because it helps keep me sane, that's why. The spiky creature extended its arms again, reaching for me. I quickly ducked behind the desk again with Wesker, hoping that it wouldn't get me.
Instead, the Iron Maiden's hands latched onto the desk and tore it away, tossing the object to one side and lurched forward again, trying to get closer. Wesker fired his handgun at it and the Iron Maiden ignored the shots, jerking its way toward us with each lurching step. After reaching a certain distance, it extended its arms once more, clutching Wesker by his shoulders, and the human BOW let out a small gasp of surprise by the creature's strength as he was yanked toward it.
"Wesker!" I yelped out in surprise then quickly grabbed an Incendiary Grenade. Wesker growled and grasped the maiden's wrists to pull them away, growling through the pain of the spikes piercing his palms. I threw the red little grenade, hoping that the pain of the flames would be enough to free Wesker, who continued to struggle for freedom. The tiny bomb hit the ground at the Iron Maiden's feet and flames erupted on it. It howled and released Wesker, flailing in irritation by the fire.
Wesker jumped back from the fire and ignoring his injuries, pulled out his Killer 7 and fired again, blowing one of it's arms off. The Iron Maiden jerked from the impact and snarled, the arm regenerating again on its body. Wesker scowled and fired again, taking out a large chunk of flesh from its side as annoying creature expanded its body.
"Fuck it! Run!" I yelled, seeing what it was up to. I grabbed Wesker's arm and dragged him with me as I bolted to door that led to the Communications Tower.
"Hhhrreeee...hrrreeeee..."
It's body contracted and...
Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!
The storm of needles came again, shattering more glass and flying every which way. We ducked and ran to the door, desperate to get out. Or at least I was, I think Wesker wanted to stay and kill it for pissing him off. A few of the needles grazed us as we kept moving, but we were able to reach door and escape outside, safe for the time being.
And in the distance, several gunshots were fired as well as a faint shout.
"Rally! Where are you?"
- Communications Tower Exterior
I let out a sigh of relief as I leaned against the door and calmed my breathing again while Wesker jammed the door with a piece of metal he broke off from the rails. I sighed and looked at the various small cuts the needles were able to inflict. They stung but otherwise bearable. I'm just glad none were enough to tear open this stupid bra of a shirt I had. I felt out of place with this damn outfit. Damn you, Salazar! I'm not Britney Spears! And I sure as hell ain't Popstar Barbie!
"I look stupid. I need a new outfit," I murmured to myself. "In fact, I want my combat outfit back." Again, memo to me, Wesker's a BOW! He can still hear you!
Wesker glanced at me then at my outfit before looking at my face again. "Indeed you do. You look ridiculous in that."
I scowled, "Well, thank you very much, Wesker. Every girl just loves to know they look like a hooker in whatever they wear." I did a fake thumb's up, "You just boosted my self-confidence a hundred percent."
He gave me a bland expression. "Don't test me, Ms. Nightshade. I didn't say you looked like a hooker, I was merely agreeing you with what you said to yourself."
I scowled again, hands on my hips. Damn, he got me. I glanced downward at his hands and noticed that they were injured, blood dipping slowly from the holes in his black gloves. I quickly took out my attache case and picked up a vial of red and green herbs, suddenly intent of healing his hands. I guess the nurse in me, which I developed while being with Leon and healing him during our time together, took over.
"Hey, let me heal you." I said, taking one of his hands to see it better. Wesker scowled and snatched his hand back, refusing my help. Very stubborn, aren't you Wesky?
"I rather you didn't. We need to keep moving."
"Your hands are swelling up. You need first aid."
"No, I don't. Now would you be so kind as to put that away and walk?"
"Would you be so kind as to stop being stubborn and let me heal you?
"No."
I frowned and suddenly jabbed my finger against his palm. I didn't dig my nail into his hand, but merely pressed against his wound hard. And everyone knows if you press hard on any swollen area... it'll hurt. Badly. Wesker growled in anger, hiding his pain as I watched his face closely. Without his shades, it's easy to see his expressions. And there was a slight twitch of pain on his face, it was brief and barely noticeable but it was there and I saw it.
"Aha! You see? It hurts and you are in pain! You need healing!" I accused, glaring at him, refusing to shrink at his fiery glare for now, "Now stop being an ass and let me heal your injuries!"
Wesker mirrored my glare, "If I do, will you stop talking?"
"More or less, yes, I would."
We stared at each for a bit, silent as the winds that blew around the walkway that led to the red radio tower. For a full five minutes, we just stood there, Wesker donning his calm demeanor and business-like expression on his face. It still fasinated me on how he could show very little emotion and keep a cool head even if the situation is bad for him. How does he do it? I must know. After another full minute, Wesker sighed.
"Fine." he relented, pulling his black gloves off quickly and carefully, showing his hands to me. I smiled, happy to know I was able to prevail against his inflexible nature.
I looked at his hands and winced. They were indeed swelling, not as bad as I thought but still it was bad. It would hurt like hell if he tried to hold and fire any gun with his swollen hands. There were tiny pricks dotting his palms and middle fingers from grabbing the Iron Maiden's wrists, and blood trickled lightly from the holes. But it wasn't enough to relief the extra blood trapped in his hands from broken blood vessels, which led to the swelling.
I popped the cork from the vial of herbs and shook some of it onto my palm. I then proceeded to sprinkle the torn bits on his injuries. Wesker refused to to make a sound as the wounds began to fizzle and sting as the herbs started to heal and kill the bacteria that was no doubt invading his body. I smirked to myself, the herbs did hurt Wesker but he was still holding onto his 'nothing can touch me' face. It was cute really, but there was no way I was going to tell Wesker that.
After the herbs did their job, Wesker shook his hands free of the leaves, noting that the swelling was gone. I packed the still mostly full vial into my case and we proceeded to the tower. We entered the elevator and rode it upward to the catwalk that went around the control room. Once we got to the top, we left the elevator and Wesker looked around, staring back at the building we just came out of. Why? I don't know.
As we walked on the catwalk to the control room, I glanced at blond BOW, who kept studying the structures around us. "Um, Wesker, you do know that there's no where else to go from here, right? Leon's gonna see us soon."
The former STARS member continued to study the area around him then stared at the complex again. A slow smile formed on his face. "Normally, you would be right but-"
Suddenly, Wesker curled an arm around my waist and pulled me close to him a second before he made us both jump from the catwalk. Startled, I cried out in fright as we fell, curling closer to Wesker as if hoping he would keep me from dying. We hit something hard, stopping for a brief second before moving back upwards in a jump. Wesker made two more jumps before we landed on the roof of the tower.
"I don't escape by normal means anymore." I blinked in confusion when I uncurled from him and stood on the roof and looked around. I shivered from the adrenaline rush of the fall. Then I turned and glared at Wesker, my hands on my hips again.
"Wesker! Don't do that! You scared me!"
"Why?"
"'Why?' I thought you were going to kill us both!"
Wesker smirked, "Or did you keep in mind that you weren't to trust me and thought I was going to kill you instead?"
I scowled at him. Okay, maybe I was thinking that. You can't blame me, he said himself back at the Containment Corridor. "Whatever! What are we doing here on the roof of the tower?"
Wesker didn't answer but nodded to the complex we had just left were going back the way we came. I blinked in would we go back if we just left from there? What was the point? But then I looked at the building in a different way, how he saw it. I looked at the building then looked to the sides and saw what he meant. In the space between the Saddler's Complex and the Communications Tower, there were two red bridge frames that held the walkway to the tower suspended.
Oh! We were going to use the bridge frames as a stepping stone to reach the roof of the building. Cool. But I was still unsure about it. Can I trust Wesker? I mean, if I start to believe in him, he would let me down when I least expect it. I mentally sighed, Well, seeing as I'm on the roof... I don't have much of a choice. Just show that you still don't trust him.
"Do you understand now?" Wesker asked, looking at the bridge frames, studying them again.
I sighed, "Yeah, I get it."
"Ready?"
"As if I had choice."
Wesker smirked, "That's true. You don't."
I sighed again as I walked over to him and allowed him to pick me up bridal style. I wound my arms around his neck loosely as he backed up a bit then dashed forward. He leaped toward the right bridge frame, landed perfectly on the top beam then dashed along it. I blushed as I huddled against him a bit more as I listened to the soft metal taps of his feet hitting against the I-Beam as he ran across. It felt really cool as we leaped through the air to the roof of the building. For the those few seconds of being in the air, I felt like I was flying. Flying with ultra, super, awesome, sexy, badass Wesker!
But the thrill was over too soon for me as we hit the pavement of the roof. I inwardly puffed my cheeks as Wesker put me down on my feet. Aww... I pulled my arms back from his neck and looked around, everything looked so different from this height. I could see the whole island and it look as it was a tiny play-set for some kid that watched one too many action movies. It was cool.
Wesker began moving to the back of the building and I followed, still feeling kinda good about the brief flying time I had. As we moved, I mentally kept track of room we over, we heard gunshots below us. No doubt Leon, fighting enemies in his search for me. I lowered my eyes, there had to be a way to reunite with Leon but to do that I had to escape Wesker. But part of me didn't want to. Damn Capcom for making both men so damn sexy and fun to be around.
And after walking over the Containment Corridor and "entering" the Waste Disposal Area, things got annoying.
"Ahí!"
We both stiffened and looked ahead. Several Militants appeared from a roof access door and blocked our path.
"No dejen que se escape!"
Wesker didn't let the leader issue out anymore orders as he just up and shot the guy with his handgun and silencer. While it was funny to me, it kinda pissed off the other soldiers. They fired flaming arrows at us and the rest dashed at us with shock sticks and maces, and whatever else they grabbed on their way to us.
I tossed a box of handgun ammo to Wesker, who slapped in a fresh clip to his gun and started capping enemies left and right. I, on the other hand, grabbed a handful of grenades and began chucking them at the crossbow wielding idiots that just stood there and stared at the grenades. And whenever it seemed as if Wesker was being overwhelmed I tossed a Flash grenade in his direction and made it easer for him to dash around and crack skulls with his hands or legs. I kept the long range enemies busy with normal and Incendiary grenades, watching them either go flying over the edges or run around while burning alive.
It was all good until I ran to Wesker to give him another box of ammo and that's when one of the Militants appeared with a Rocket Launcher in his hands. He aimed it at us and grinned. Wesker quickly fired several shots at the enemy's direction, hitting his legs and I threw in a Flash and that's where it went bad.
The Militant cried out in pain from the bullets and the blinding flash, but had still remembered to pull trigger of his launcher. It shot forward and Wesker pulled me close to him to protect me. But... the angle for the rocket was awkward and it didn't hit us directly. Instead, it hit the ground before us and began to crack. I suddenly felt weight pushing on me and I looked up and saw that the blast had dazed Wesker enough for him to slump against me.
They section of roof we were on continued to fracture and I knew it was no use of trying to run. I sighed mentally as I held Wesker closer to me. Oh, man... this is bad... and it's going to hurt, no two ways about it.
The small section of the roof shifted then collapsed with us still on it...
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