Chapter Thirty Three
Watching as the sun began to peak over the horizon, Wesker's eyes followed the orange sun as it slipped upwards. The pinking streaks fell across the clouds, reflecting the gold in his wide hues. Twiddling magnum clip between his two fingers, the man watched the shining metal as it caught the light of first dawn. He was running out of time… His daughter had grown resistant to the medication, and Larson had awoken him only after managing to get an hour of sleep. When he had gone to go check on the child, her skin had gone a dark emerald shade, almost as if an infection had spread from her very veins. She could not even manage to open her eyes to look at him, merely shivering when he had touched her. He knew her mother would come…after all she was the one who had understood how much time was left on the child's biological clock.. Picking up his personal weapon off the glass table next to his chair, Wesker snapped the clip back into the magnum. The resounding clip echoed in the large room…
Picking himself up from the chair, Wesker slid on his gloves. His boots made the sound of a heavy footed male, power reverberating into the polished flooring. The hallways seemed to stretch on forever as he drew closer to the room that held his child, his mind set on one thing. The guards that stood watch at the doorway stiffened as he drew closer, their hidden faces scrunched in determination. Trent had given them a secret order against this man, and it was now the time to act. As Wesker slid aside the bolted door, his senses were tingling. Frederick Larson was bent over his child, a needle about to press into her skin…
In a flash he was by her side, his left hand grasped about the man's throat. Squeezing roughly, Larson was lifted off the floor, his boot tips brushing against the ground. Snarling, the father's eyes flared brightly from behind the sheen of his aviators. "What are you doing…" Choking from the pressure upon his throat, the other man struggled. The glove tightened, his face becoming blood red. Larson's eyes swam as his oxygen depleted, his hands stopping their futile struggle. "Sh…sh…she's dying, Wesker. We have to do something..Angelica would never let your child die." Dropping the doctor, Wesker turned to his child as she began to sob. Cradling the girl in his arms, tears began to well at his own eyes, burning like acid. Shushing her gently, he lifted her from the bed. What he needed was to get away..he needed to take her to a place where he could take care of her. Ripping the needles from her arms, he turned. The vial Larson clutched had not broken upon impact with the floor, the man must have a needle still available to him.. Stepping forward, Wesker lowered his sadistic gaze. "I believe you have something I need, Doctor.." Backing up to the doorway, Larson slammed his hand into the keypad. "Code eight, code eight.. Don't hit the child!" As the door slid open, the guards that had watched over the room converged on the room, their weapons high.
Aiming for Wesker, every single one opened fire, their shots making the sickly child scream in fright. But something amazing began to happen. Looking down at his offspring, Wesker saw the little girl's eyes flare open. A rim of fiery red was clearly visible as tears of blood seeped from the corners of her almond shaped orbs. She fell silent, her concentration and stare focused intently ahead. Even as the guards emptied clip after clip, the bullets stopped midair, as if someone had stopped time itself. The little girl began to shake within her father's grasp, her teeth grit together in pain. Wesker watched in pure amazement as the bullets began to move backwards, gaining speed…
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Angling the helicopter downwards, Angelica sucked in her breath. While Chris had fallen into a slumber, she transmitted the coordinates of her pilot ID to the Umbrella facility. Right now they were under the impression that a shipment of bactine fluid. The hangar bay was nearly empty, only a few guards milling about in various areas. Slowing the whirling blades down, Angelica hid herself from view as the unloading crew came up to the back of the aircraft. Removing her piloting gear, the woman moved her way to the back of the docking area. Chris slept on, his exhaustion having taken over the best of his other senses. Slowly letting down the back hatch, Angelica kept her helmet on. "Alright boys..let's get this supplies out before my shift is over." The guards hesitated at the voice, watching her as she ascended from the ramp. The head guard was the first to step forwards, keeping a firm grip upon his sidearm. "We were surprised that a shipment was coming in so close to the last one..what was your clearance code again, young lady?" Slowly drawing her sight up, Angelica grinned as the man saw her eyes from behind the goggles. Quickly backing up he readied himself to fire, but never got off a single shot. Vaulting herself off the side of the ramp, her long leg extended forwards in a powerful kick. In the same motion she grabbed his gun, flipping it around to smash in the helmet of the secondary guard. Pulling the silenced pistol from his belt as he fell to the floor, she shot three bullets into the gut of the oncoming man, causing him to sink to the floor in a grunt.
Flourishing her hand down into the still alive guard, she jammed the butt of the pistol into his forehead, sending him into a severe, unconscious state. Taking the weapon for her own, she stepped over the men, leaving them to wallow in their own misery. Redfield would have to follow behind or abandon her here..he had a wife to take care of, and she did not want him anymore involved in this than they had already become. Stepping into the middle of the hangar bay, Angelica looked up at the main security camera. Aiming at the secret eye that kept its every watchful stare upon everyone, she shot a bullet directly into the mechanism. Her message was sent…
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Pulling himself against the door, the man smiled maniacally, the machine vibrating within his grasp. Pushing off the wall with the last of his strength: he lept towards death. Jamming the bone saw into the creature's spinal cord, Leon felt the slimy flesh of the creature begin to spew puss and blood. The monster wailed in pain, drawing back from the two women that cowered before it. Sheva saw the chance as it thrashed, withdrawing her other hand gun and shooting out several of its mutated eyes. The orifices went dark, leaking black ooze as they combusted. The building's empty face shattered even more as the monster waved its arms into the barely standing mass, sending Leon across the pavement. The man didn't move. Jill screamed in terror as her long time friend appeared to have been killed, tears streaming down her face as the kicking up wind whipped her hair across her face.
Sheva backed up as he weapon emptied of bullets, the fate they had been thought certain now facing them once more.. But the wind.. The roaring sound of a helicopter blasted the area, the grass rippling from the forces of its blades. Leaning out of the cockpit was a soldier, within his grasp a rocket launcher primed and ready. A mega phone ripped through the other sounds, warning the people below of the upcoming strike. "All personnel, find a suitable place to hide! We are deploying a fragmenting RPG! Effective now!" Rushing over the rubble and around the still thrashing beast, Sheva cried out as she wrapped her arms around Leon. Jill tripped and stumbled after, her strength having been sapped by the running. Both women tried to drag their friend away as the monster finally succeeded in ripping the bone saw from it's lower back.
It lept over the rubble, and tried to cover the three with it's rotting carcass to eat and devour the woman it was sent to murder in one last maddened cling to humanity. Before it could crush them beneath its weight, the man let the missile fly . The creature was caught in the mouth, the explosion filling it's body and virtually ripping it to shreds from the inside out. Chunks of flesh and bone fell across the lawn, spraying them with bodily fluids and pieces. Sheva let her head fall to Leon's chest, her ears hearing the one thing she wanted to hear. Jill fell to her knees as Sheva rose back up, her face relieved as Leon's heartbeat was still heard..his body may be broken, but he was alive. Jill sank into the grass as consciousness began to slip from her, her eyes rolling back to the whites as she barely could see the helicopter landing a few feet away. Sheva rushed to her side, catching the other woman before she fell to the earth. Tears flooded her eyes as their savior made himself known, lifting Valentine from her faltering grasp. "Rest easy, Sheva. We got you now.." Handing off the woman to his partner, the man lifted Sheva to her feet. Sighing in respite, Alomar let herself lean against the man. "Leon needs medical attention.. And Ada Wong is still in the hospital.. somebody has to get her before the building collapses." Shushing her gently, the man nodded as he lifted her into the aircraft. "My team is already on it, Sheva..we are taking you back to BSAA head quarters.." Alomar chuckled ruefully, breathing heavily as she did so from the pain in her body. "What would I do without you, ….
Josh."
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Flicking his laptop closed as the video feed was cut into grey white noise, Trent stood from his desk. He looked over at his assistant, his eyes narrowing from underneath his glasses. The girl had acted strange all day, jumpy even. Now filing reports behind his desk, she was calm and collected. Flitted his eyes forward to the window before them, Charles Trent stroked his chin. Standing with purpose, his actions drew the attention of his employee. She adjusted her own glasses, quirking an eyebrow upwards. "Is something wrong, sir?" Folding his hands behind his back, the man came from behind his desk, flicking abutton upon it as he did so. A silver case mechanically pushed up from a secret chamber, revealing a gun. But it was no ordinary gun. The bullet was a yellowish vial full of liquid, the needle about a centimeter thick. The woman watched with wide eyes as he prepped the weapon, sliding it into his coat pocket coolly. Beckoning for her to follow him, Trent began to retreat from his main office. "We need to get to a more fortified area, my dear. We have an uninvited guest arriving shortly, and I would not want you getting hurt."
Claire watched the man next to her carefully as she followed him. This man was dangerous, and she was quite terrified of what had transpired between she and Wesker earlier that morning..or should she say night? Either way he had not told Trent, or at least she didn't think he had. Flicking her watch open, the woman pressed her emergency beacon. Sending the signal to her employer, the woman now was alerting the BSAA to exactly were the secret Tokyo facility was. If Angelica Burrows was going to come and take down her as part of Umbrella…she was going to make sure Umbrella would go with her. Stepping up next to the man that had no idea who she was, the woman felt accomplished and slightly comforted. As they entered the armored elevator, Claire Redfield smiled to herself. But that smile quickly faded as Trent suddenly caught her hand. Kissing her wrist, the man ripped off the watch, and threw it to the floor. Crushing the item beneath his heel, Charles Trent chuckled darkly.
"Because if anyone is going to make sure you're hurt..it's me…Pleasure to finally to get the time to meet the real you, Miss Redfield…
I do hope you enjoyed your time as Miss Frost..because it's the last name they will remember you by."