Chapter Twenty Nine
Frederick Larson ran through the hallway, his dark hair wiping back into his glasses. Swiping his forehand over his face, the man rushed past the Umbrella guards that continually tried to file the opposite direction. Violently he got pummeled by passing guards, the actions nearly knocking the scientist to the flooring. Scrambling steadily forwards, Larson could feel the sweat rolling down his brow. Everything had become so convoluted… everything had become so twisted. In all truth, he had wanted to take care of the child, and he thought that Wesker would have been the man to do it. Angelica had raised her, but over the last few months, the child had become unpredictable.. Several outbursts of behavior had landed at least twenty people injured over the course of a few weeks, and one actually…dead. Angelica could no longer could control her daughter with her soft hand.. Larson had honestly believed that Albert Wesker could control her better.. but he was wrong.
Secretly in the shadows of nightFrederickhad worked on the project Angelica had requested of him. She had wanted a way to make her child normal..human. And he had found a way. The antibodies that she had provided for him would act as a deactivator for the virus that ran through the child's veins. It would turn it completely dormant, and as long as the child had no contact with the virus again..she would remain human for the rest of her life. Her growth would regulate and her powers would disappear.. Nearly crashing against the door frame of his office, Larson dove through the door. Chaos reigned outside the doorway, the red alarm now blaring through the complex.
His hand shaking, his eyes wide, and his throat going dry, Larson's hands rifled through the different drawers of his desk. His searching fingertips finally halted, wrapping around the slim, glass casing of the object of his want. Slowly he drew a vial of precious liquid into the light, it's blueish liquid slowly bubbling within its confines. Reaching his other hand forwards to a injection gun, Larson locked the small item into place. This was what Angelica had wanted for her child.. this miraculous antidote would seal away.. everything. Looking back towards the door, Doctor Frederick Larson took a deep breath. He would have to return to the hangar bay, and as quickly as possible.. he just prayed…
He wouldn't be too late.
….
Sheva locked herself into the pilot's seat, her eyes narrowing as she flicked the various switches. Chris did the same in the opposite seat, taking the autopilot frame off of his side, and reactivating the gun turrets. Sheva chuckled as he fitted the headphones over his thick cheeks, the band looking slightly small for him. "Weren't you in the military, Chris?" Redfield nodded, running the palm of his hand over the flat, smooth surface. "Airforce..but this isn't like what they used to make us fly.. that was a good twenty years ago.. This is a whole new world compared to those P80's…" Alomar nodded silently as she moved her seat into a locked position, her concentration now upon the view ahead. Pieces of bodies and metal scraped across the windshield, all circling around a small figure in the center of the hangar bay. Two other forms were seen pressing through the swirling mass, one that Chris could zero in on as Wesker. Slowly the aircraft began to hover in the air, even as the debris came dangerously close to the whirling blades.
Chris let his partner ease the aircraft slowly forward, his fingers gliding over the turret triggers. He wanted to just use them..riddle the bastard in front of the plane full of holes..until the bastard fell dead like a human piece of swiss cheese. And then he saw it… the child in the very epicenter of the fray. Her eyes were red, bleeding tears like an open wound. From her hands flew the telekinetic death, forcing every piece or thing around her to tear apart and crash against the one thing that was trying to get to her… Wesker pressed forward, pieces of his clothing being torn away by the unseeable force. Slowly he could see that not only clothing, but skin was being peeled back, and still the child did not stop her tirade. Chris could see she was screaming, even though he could not hear it… The child.. the child was more powerful than either father or mother.. She was trying to end it all… end it all by saving her mother from the monster that had hurt her..By killing her father. Motioning over to the spot, Redfield shouted over the noise. "Over there, Sheva..we have to stop this before something happens.. We have to get Leon and Ada out of there." Angling over the craft slowly, Alomar bit her lip as she nearly scraped the side of the wall. "What about Angelica and Wesker?" Chris shot his partner a sidelong glance. Even though it pained him, Redfield knew he had to try and help an old friend.. "Lower it down closely.. we have to help her…
I have to help her.."
…..
What have I done…
Angelica could feel the void pulling back, and she damned it for doing so. How many times had she wished that death would take her, and it refused? How many times had she wanted to kill the man she loved, and yet stayed her hands? How many times had she thought her daughter would be better off without her..
Slowly she opened her eyes, the smell of blood and rage whirling about her senses. Gasping for breath, Angelica could feel her torso knitting back together, even if it was a slow, and painful process. Wesker..he had tried to destroy her very soul before, but now he actually proved his intent. He would kill her before he let her have her child back. The stakes were set… A noise began to fill her ears, a noise that made her heart shatter. Her child..her baby was screaming for her. The words echoed throughout the hangar bay, encouraging Angelica to pull herself from the blood soaked floor. Nearly slipping in the puddle of crimson that had pooled about her body, the woman pushed herself forwards into the bracken filled room. She had to get to her daughter, before she killed…before she became something her mother had tried to stop.
Wesker could see the child's eyes, the blue veins that creeped down her neck and arms. Pulsing into the device that was upon the back of her neck, the machinery began to crack, then fall off in pieces. Wesker's eyes narrowed, his lips falling open in pain as a blast of energy fell of the child, and into his system. He could feel his skin and tendons rip and repair all in the same second, nearly healing as fast as they were being destroyed. It was a constant feel of pain, one that he could bear.. he could bear it for her. Reaching forwards, he could feel an unfamiliar moistness at his cheeks. They were tears..why..why were there tears… He tried to run to swoop his daughter into his arms, but he found his legs would not work. It was like being under water, and running as fast as one could..yet getting nowhere. The smell of dying flowers and blood filled the room, the burnt taste of gunpowder cloying at the back of his throat. Wesker tried to speak, though his words seemed lost in the whirling winds of the room. "Dearheart..stop.. you are hurting innocent people.. child, please!" The youngster turned her gaze directly at her father, the boldness of the ruby making him feel like her stare was setting his flesh on fire. Her lips quivered, the tears she cried having left dark tracks down her cheeks. "You hurt Mommy… now I hurt you…" As he fell to his knees, Wesker felt the overwhelming pain his child was inflicting settle upon his brain… she was going to make him hemorrhage from the inside out… He could feel his blood begin to pour out of his nostrils and eyes…
" NO! Don't!" The clear voice rang across the space inbetween, causing the child to halt her assault upon her parent. Angelica held her side, her left leg limp, her hair clotted with red. Even so, her voice was commanding, strong… rebuking. As Wesker looked up through his barely functioning eyes, he could see a rim of white about her… "Stop this right now, young lady…Do not do this…if you do..you'll be worse than he is. Don't you see this is hurting mommy too?" Slowly the child moved forwards, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. She had seen her father hurt her mother… she had seen her mother fall to the floor.. "Mommy..mommy.." Taking a timid step forwards, the child collapsed to the floor. Angelica let out a gasp of fear, dashing forwards to stop her child's head from bashing against the hard concrete. Ada appeared from the side, Leon holding his left arm. A dark stain of red ran down his shirt sleeve, evidently a gun shot wound having been inflicted. Wesker laid against the floor, his fist sinking into the concrete. He couldn't fail… he wouldn't fail.. he would protect his daughter from these… people..
Forcing himself from the ground, all he could see was red and fury as he vaulted himself from the ground. The wind began to whip once more, but not from any supernatural causes. The helicopter began to lower from above, a dark figure leaping from the on ramp of the vehicle. Angelica's slim form seemed to be engulfed by bodies as Chris Redfield, Ada Wong, and Leon Kennedy blocked him from his target. No matter… they would be like chaff to wind.. Growling as he crouched, Wesker dove forwards. "Give me back my child.. I am the only one who can care for her properly in this world, Angelica… you have failed in even protecting her from herself." As his body moved faster than what the normal eye could comprehend, Angelica saw with every second his swung forwards with his good arm, a large knife aiming for Wesker unprotected side. Twisting mid air, Wesker withdrew his magnum from its holster, shooting with precise aim. A secondary bullet ripped into Kennedy's leg, forcing the man to drop to one knee. Slamming his palm upwards into his chin, Wesker flipped the man backwards. Redfield andAda both aimed their guns at the man's head, but in an instant, he dodged the bullets. The end result was in Redfield being clipped in the shoulder, andAda rolling to the side.
Wesker's boot tip caught her chin, shattering the bone with a crunch. Wong went sprawling backwards, blood gushing from her lips. As Wesker spun forwards, gripping Angelica by the shoulder, and sending a punch towards her unguarded face. Angelica dodged quickly, the air wisping by her face from the blow being missed by mere inches. One thing she knew how to do.. was multitask. Sending a kick forwards as she cradled her unconscious child towards her chest. It missed its mark barely as he spun quickly from the reach, firing his weapon towards her kneecaps. The helicopter spun above as the two came to a stand off, both breathing heavily. Wesker held his hand gun level, aimed at the woman across from him. "You won't shoot, Albert..if you do you will end up shooting her as well.." Wesker snarled, his upper lip curling upwards. "I see.. you are using our child as a shield.." Angelica in turn snapped, her eyes flaring a dark ruby. "Stand down, Albert.. you've lost.." Slowly, excruciating deliberately, a smirk began to upturn at his lips. "And that is where you are wrong, my dear…"
Raising his aim, Wesker shot. The bullets tore through the open on ramp of the helicopter, and into the center of the aircraft. The ear splitting sound of shattering glass filled the air, as Chris Redfield let out a scream of despair. "JILL!" The tank that had homed his wife for the last two days cracked, and broke under pressure, sending fluid and pieces of glass across the grate. She laid there, even as the glass bit into her bare flesh, not breathing. Even though his arm had been clipped, Redfield sprang for his wife, and up the gang plank. Cradling her in his arms, he slowly rocked her back and forth. "Oh god no..no..oh please god…" The distraction proved its worth as Wesker snatched with all his force. Shoving his weapon into Angelica's side, Wesker's hands scooped the child from her arms. And then she felt the pain that paralyzed her. Larson's voice could be heard whispering in her ear, gruffly whispering. The man had sneaked up upon her during the battle, his sedative filled needle jammed directly into her spine. "It's for the best… trust me.. Tokyo…remember Tokyo.."
Angelica dropped, her eyes open and watching as the two men stole her child away…
Again.
A/N Wooo this was a longer one! To answer any questions on whether Angelica will die? In this story, no, but I do have a poll on my page asking if I should in the sequel to this one!
And thanks again Alex! Guess what? I actually live inKnoxvillelol..not from there originally but it's where I hang my hat for now lol. Anyways.. I plan on wrapping this story up quite soon, and there is going to be a sequel to this one, and it is a possibility I may be doing a collaboration story with a sweetheart named Angel1932. She has a similar story here, and has a lovely OC going! So check out her story if you like this one (she's really geeeeewwwwd :P)
Anyways!
HappyReading,
Angelica Burrows