Lies and Panic
A Side-Along Story to A Cruel, Undead World
~ Chapter 2 ~
Morals of Insanity
Tervu Infection Outbreak Active for: 0 Years, 0 Months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 12:23:15.
President Witter has had a very troubled time the past few days, all because of Tervu. The press has finally gotten word of the event and has been going on about it since. Worried family members outside of the city keep trying to enter the blockade, and causing commotions about how the government wasn't doing anything to help them. They only had three more days to save whoever might be still in that city.
It's now midnight, and he still can't sleep. His wife, son and daughter were taken out of the country, since somehow this entire event was his fault. During these troubling times, his family was the only thing that kept him sane. For their own protection though, they had to leave, and he was left with nothing. In the oval office, he stared off into the distance out the large windows, when a knock was heard on the door.
"Mr. President? We have the Washington Senator in custody." The voice of no one other than Leon Kennedy could be heard from the other side. Anger filled the president, knowing that this senator was the reason for all the disaster in not only the city but the country as well. Turning to face the door, he gave the permission for them to enter. The door opened and Leon and Helena walked in with two special security, Washington Senator Mark Benford in their grasps.
The man looked ill, very ill. The president secretly hoped the man was dying, possibly from guilt of what he had done. They were able to trace the evidence they have so far to him, and possibly a secret agency they aren't aware of yet.
"If you weren't under the protection of the United States, I'd shoot you where you stand." He growled at the man. The balding man looked into the president's eyes, and just when he thought the man might be feeling remorse, he burst out laughing.
"You can't touch me! I'm all you got!" he guffawed. The man was obviously insane.
"On the contrary, when the Supreme Court hear your case and determine you the leader behind this act of treason, they will call upon the death penalty." The president revealed coolly.
Looking at the senator's face—this idea did not sit well with him. He began to shake violently.
"I did nothing wrong!" he shouted.
"We have all the evidence we need to convince them otherwise."
"No!" he shrieked, his voice hitting a pitch not many men can. "We were helping!"
"Helping?" Witter's anger was rising. "You killed a city of thousands!"
"They had to die to save millions!" the president waved his hand, not believing this notion.
"What do you mean, 'save millions'?" Leon asked the crouching man, who with every time he spoke leaned more to the ground.
"A vaccine could be created from a mutated strain of the virus…It could cure all viruses…it would save the world from bioterrorism!" at this point, the sickly man collapsed on to the ground, having near-like seizures as he spoke. "They told me it would work! They told me! They told me!"
"Who told you?" Helena demanded, kneeling on one knee to hear the muttering man.
"Neo-Umbrella! They sent an agent in to collect the mutated virus, and everything would be better! But you're damned BSAA killed her!" the president looked at the two D.S.O agents for clarification.
"We got word that a suspected Neo-Umbrella agent named Marcy Carson was behind this. She was shot and killed after infecting a survivor on site." Leon explained. The senator nodded violently, and then coughed up blood. As he thrashed around and the two special protection agents tried to help him, Leon caught a glimpse of white in his eyes.
"Mr. President we have to leave, now!" Leon shouted, grabbing Helena and pulling her away. Before the special service agents could move, the man's flesh began to boil, and his form turned into a strange acid-like substance that when it touched their feet it melted them instantly. Cries of pain filled the room as they fell over, into more acid. Their backs blistered and the skin bubbled as it started pulling away from the skin. Helena gasped in shock, just barely holding back a shout of panic. No one could help them, for the substance was so acidic that after thirty seconds of laying on their back, it had reached their respiratory system and melted their insides. A painful death that to them probably didn't end quickly enough.
The substance sprung up to form a some-what solid, naked figure; which launched at them. Leon and Helena took out their guns and began to shoot at it, but the bullets just went through the other side. Dodging the extended acid, the president was able to crawl under his desk and grab a gun he kept there for safety. Joining in the fire fight, they shot at it, not giving up. Leon noticed a strange red, beating heart, barely visible inside what would be its neck. Pointing it out to the others, they focused their fire on that, and it burst like a child jumping on a party balloon. The creature gave out a long, anguished cry before the substance shriveled away to a mess of ash on the floor.
The president panted as he tried to take in what just happened. "How…the hell…"
"They must have infected him before we got him." Leon assumed, standing up straight and walking to the ashes. In the flesh-colored dust was a strange looking chip. Ignoring his disgust, he picked it up, and placed it inside the USB on his phone. Holographic images popped to life in front of them, and revealed strange, mutated creatures, much like what they just saw. A man's, nearly familiar voice also began.
"We are almost there…creating the ultimate virus…all we need is the last two mutated strains and I will be God…send the woman in to collect the HL strain. If you must, convince her it is for a cure. Then bring me the Washington senator…"
"That voice…" Helena murmured, but before she could think more on it, the president spoke.
"Find the secret facility of Neo-Umbrella and bring them to justice. I will be DAMNED if I let this happen again!"