Chapter Fourteen
Leon moved along the side area, his hands firmly gripped upon his side arm. Sheva was covering the back, her small feet barely making any noise against the marble flooring.
The facility was larger than either one had ever expected, and over half of it was …abandoned. After Kennedy had lead her towards section b of the site, he and Sheva had moved into one of the lower levels. Various office areas and filing departments had been investigated, but no trace of Redfield or Valentine had been discovered. After moving into the upper level, the two had been confronted by a guard. Leon had been smooth, convincing the young man that they were movers sent to procure a file cabinet. Alomar had silently cursed the fact Leon had used that excuse. The reason being, the young man had offered to help. Half an hour later and a file cabinet loaded, they had parted ways with sore back and arms.
Alomar stiffened as they moved into the room that Leon had been inspecting. Various tanks of creatures lined the wall, floating in tanks of sickly, yellow fluid. Licker corpses floated buoyantly, their horrid bodies half rotted through by the real creatures that were being studied. A serpent like animal swam about the tank, bulbous eyes standing out bloodshot against the vomit colored skin. Sheva watched, her face turning red as they passed through the hallway. Leon chuckled as he saw her reaction, loosening his own stance as he stepped closer to the tank. "Ugly little things, aren't they? You aren't going to throw up on me are you, pretty lady?" Sheva shot her partner a dirty look before moving up next to him, placing her fingertips onto the glass. "What…are they?" Leon shook his head as he finally tore his eyes from the monstrosities, motioning for them to move on. "They're illegal, that's what they are…"
The hallway opened up into a lower laboratory, the darkened rooms making Leon wish that he could switch on a light. There was something so ominous about the Umbrella facilities, as if each and every building harbored secrets that were not meant to be found. The tension mounted with each step as they pressed on. Sheva kept watching their sides, her steps circular and sweeping in motion as he took on the front. Stepping off to the right, the woman moved over to the edge of the hallway, nudging open a door that was already partially aside. Her eyes widened as the secondary room opened up into their view, Leon's strong stride pushing him quickly through the door. "What the…" Shackles lay across the floor, obviously their prey having been dragged from the room some time beforehand. What drew them to stiff attention was the shining magnum that was disabled upon the floor. Sheva knelt down, her fingertips brushing against the shining shards. Leon raised his eyebrow, slicking back the hair that was falling into his eyes. "What…that's not.." Alomar nodded as she stood. Her eyes narrowed as an edged tone fell onto her voice. "That was Chris' magnum…They've taken him…
We need to find out where…"
…
The tank swirled around her consciousness, the liquid filling every pore of her unclothed body. Jill's mind felt loose, floating in and out of reality as she was being transported. She had been sore worn out from the last two days. Even though her nausea had abated, her body felt like tearing paper. The shock of what she had last seen still seared through her system, causing tortured dreams an memories long suppressed to resurface. Chris…Chris had a scarab on him now…she had failed in protecting the one thing she loved…
She had failed to protect Chris…
It had been the first thought she registered when Wesker had bent over her. The fall had ripped apart her joints, broken bones, and wrenched muscles. And yet Albert Wesker was still alive…and well…and now she was a toy under his thumb. She had failed to protect him… Six years ago and the memories still came alive every time she felt sleep take her, and now it was more vivid and colorful than ever before. "Fortunate for you that the cryogenic state repaired your status… You will make a perfect test subject." Her eyes had felt clogged, as if they had been full of water. The scarab had latched into her skin readily, piercing painfully into the veins like an animal waiting to feed off her misery. The control had slipped as soon as its poison filled her bloodstream…
Thrashing against the tank as the past tormented her, Jill's eyes opened….
Where was Angelica…where was Chris….something felt wrong inside…
….
She looked up as he watched her, blue eyes feeling as if they were on fire. The serum was wearing off…it wasn't supposed to wear off for another six hours… Pain trickled down into her body, feeling like lacerated tendrils that latched into her core. Angelica fought trembling, her limbs tightening against their bonds inadvertently. Her sight was becoming blurry, clearer as the compound eye began to replace itself. Blackness faded in and out, and she wondered how Wesker could even survive this…over and over…why would he…Something felt as it was draining her every life force, suctioning it into oblivion.
Wesker watched as the woman before him finally screamed in pain. This wasn't supposed to happen…why was this happening to her and not him? After Angelica finally went limp, the man cynically rose and eyebrow. Was she faking this…why would she fake this… The unsure man stiffened as the blood from her eyes and mouth dripped down her skin and onto the floor, sending him into frenzy. Throwing his body against his constraint, Wesker cried out to the guards that resided outside the safety of their insulated cell. Angelica may be an enemy..but when she died, it would be on his terms and his alone. "I acquire your assistance! We have a medical emergency… HELP HER." Wesker felt his stomach flutter with genuine worry as the guards rushed forwards, the plane's engine rumbling louder as the door fell open. Ada stood in the open chasm, her arms folded. The woman's golden eyes were narrowed with fury as the medics attended to the unconscious, incarcerated Angelica.
Wesker paid no heed as he kept his pale eyes upon the woman before him, Ada's strong glare blazing into the room. He had the perfect opportunity to take right now, and he was refusing it blatantly… Trent was asleep on the plane..the guards distracted, yet his attention was to the very reason he had been captured….What was he doing…or better yet…
What was Angelica doing...