A Night in the Darkness
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+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
15,100
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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False Hope
X. False Hope
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The light, although it came gradually and faintly, hurt their eye as they approached it. It was a single, unspectacular metal door, set in the face of the rock at the end of the tunnel. From the edges came a dull, greenish light.
Rebecca tried the handle without opening it. It was unlocked. With her gun ready in her other hand, she threw the door open, ready to fire. There was nobody there. Before them was the laboratory.
The place looked cluttered, with desk after metal, sterile desk topped with all sorts of equipment. There were fluorescent lights hanging above each one, their light tinted an unnatural emerald. Rebecca immediately began hurrying through the rows of work stations, looking for chemicals of any sort.
Chris brushed off a workstation, glass tinkling and papers fluttering through the air as he set Jill down on the table. She was breathing heavily, her chest almost literally heaving. Her skin was deathly pale and slick with perspiration. Her eyes were closed, but her face was slashed with a grimace of pain.
Rebecca was in the cabinets now, glass plated shelves with glass beakers and bottles of all shapes and sizes. Her eyes spotted a bottle and identified it as the V-Jolt she and Jill had found earlier. Beside it was a glass bottle with a medical label, like something that would be found on a prescription bottle.
SUB: BIOWEAPON 00149734 “YAWN”
DTL: ANTIVENOM
AMT: 500 MIL.
There was one bottle left, filled to the top with a clear liquid. Rebecca grabbed for it with shaking hands, and felt the smooth, cool glass slip from her fingers. Her eyes widened as she saw the vial tumbling, end over end, towards the hard, sterile floor.
But she caught it. She turned wove around the tables to where Chris was standing. He was holding Jill down by her arms, her torso convulsing upwards as she cried out in agony.
“I need a syringe,” Rebecca said frantically, looking all around for a needle. Wasn’t this a goddamned laboratory?
“Check the drawers in the desk,” Chris spat back, his eyes wide with worry as Jill thrashed under his hands.
Rebecca was already throwing open the drawers built into the side of the worktable, throwing everything else aside in desperate search of a needle. The lowest drawer flung open, and for a moment, The razor sharp points of a hundred needles stared up at Rebecca.
But the momentum carried the drawer onward, and it slid off it’s track and dropped to the ground with a shattering crash, sending bits of glass and needle points everywhere.
“Fuck!” She shouted, her hands already buried within the shards of glass, searching for a miracle. Her bleeding fingers clasped around something whole, and she brought it to her eyes to see a large, intact syringe.
“Rebecca, Hurry!” Chris was shouting, and a moment later Rebecca was beside him, drawing the serum out of the bottle and into the needle. They had no proper tourniquet; Rebecca looked over Jill’s body, looking for a place to inject her. The veins in Jill’s arms already well past dilated, and even looked discolored with the venom. On her leg was the infection point, and Rebecca could guess that they didn’t look much better than the arms.
Rebecca’s eyes fell over Jill’s heaving chest, her shirt drenched with sweat and clinging to her.
“Hold her still, Chris,” Rebecca said, lining up on Jill’s side.
“I am.”
“Very still.” At this, Chris gave her a questioning look, but did as he was told, pressing Jill down and flat on her back, despite her loud, moaning protests.
Rebecca braced herself. This is it, she thought. You can save her. It didn’t do much for her confidence. She hadn’t been taught what she was about to do in school. She’d only seen it in a movie once. But it might be the only way for the serum to work fast enough. She could only hope that the needle wouldn’t break.
In one swift motion, she brought the glinting syringe up over her head and drove it down between Jill’s breasts. Jill’s middle immediately shot upwards, her eyes wide open as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Jesus, Rebecca!” Chris shouted. “You’re gonna kill her!”
Jill’s shriek finally dwindled, and she slumped back down onto the table, eyes closed, the syringe still protruding from her chest like a morbid antennae. Rebecca absentmindedly grabbed it and pulled it out with a quick jerk, eliciting another small groan from Jill. Chris and Rebecca watched her expectantly, nervously, holding their breath.
“Jill?” Rebecca tried.
“Jill, can you hear us?” Chris this time.
Finally, Jill opened her eyes again, and her mouth curved in a small smile, one that Rebecca and Chris returned eagerly. Then Jill tried to speak.
“I… I think… I’m…” she stopped, her eyes widening suddenly. She quickly rolled onto her side and threw up all over the floor. Then she rolled onto her back again, looking exhausted.
“I think I’m going to be okay, guys.”
…
Rebecca stayed by Jill as Chris began to look around the lab. It was only one area of the entire laboratory. Past all the workstations, there was another doorway in the far wall. But that wasn’t what he was looking for.
Chris began tugging drawers out of the work tables, searching through them methodically. He cleared the entire desk and moved to the next. He checked all the drawers; no phone. A third desk also yielded no results. He swore under his breath.
“Chris,” a voice came from behind him. He turned around to see Rebecca and Jill looking at him, both with knowing smiles. Rebecca spoke again, a laugh in her voice.
“If you’re looking for a phone…” she said, pointing to her left. Upon a countertop, directly under the bottles of chemicals, was a large, outdated looking telephone. It was a wonder Chris had missed it.
He hurried over to it, dialing a long, specialized number. It was an office phone, with a large base for multiple lines, like a secretary would use. He hoped that it still worked.
He held his breath, waiting for any kind of noise as he held the receiver to his face. It was silent.
Then came a noise, a high pitched, electronic shriek, like a dial up internet connection. Then the phone rang. Faint, and crippled with static, but there. Chris was murmuring under his breath now.
“Come on, Vickers, pick up…” It was a slim chance. Even if the call went through, it wasn’t likely that Brad was still in the helicopter.
The phone rang again.
Then there was a click, and a crackling silence.
“Vickers?” Chris hoped. There was no answer for a moment. Then, finally, a voice.
“Chris…?” The voice was hushed, almost disbelieving. “Chris, is that you?” Chris had to literally restrain himself from jumping for joy.
“Vickers, thank god!” He cried. “Vickers, we need help, and bad. Where are you?”
“I’m back at Raccoon Station,” came the reply, the voice still distant, as if Brad Vickers were dreaming. “You’re lucky you caught me. I just came back. I forgot something in the bird and… Chris, who are you with…? Who‘s left?”
“It‘s just us three,” Chris said. “Me, Jill, and Rebecca, from Bravo. Listen, Brad. You need to get us out of here. We’re gonna die in here if you don’t get here fast. How soon can you get here?”
“I… I can be there in twenty minutes, if I hurry,” Brad said disconnectedly. “The closest I can get is the roof. Just light off a flare, and I…” he trailed off. “Chris, everybody’s dead? They’re all gone?”
“It’s just us, Vickers. Jill’s in bad shape. Will you come?”
“Chris, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I left you guys. I just panicked, I just had to go, I saw Joseph and those things killing him and I just had to-”
Vickers!” Chris interrupted him. “Will you come?” Silence followed. Then, it seemed, Brad Vickers found his courage.
“I’ll meet you on the roof in half an hour,” Brad said. “Set off a flare, and I’ll touch down. I won’t wait long.”
“We’ll see you there,” Chris said. He made to hang up the phone, but stopped himself, remembering something. “Brad!”
“Yeah?”
“Bring some firepower, if you can,” Chris said. “Just in case.”
“You got it.” He hung up.
…
Rebecca was helping Jill to her feet as Chris approached the table.
“Vickers is coming with the chopper,” Chris said. “We’re getting out of here.”
Rebecca felt as though she might cry. Finally, a ray of light. She finished helping Jill to her feet; her condition seemed to be improving rapidly. Still, she looked sick. A small spot of blood dotted her shirt between her breasts, the only evidence of having a needle shoved through her chest.
“We just need to find a way to the roof,” Chris said. He made to put his arm around Jill, only to have her brush his hand away, smiling weakly.
“I can walk,” she said. “Let’s just get out of here.” She began to walk slowly and deliberately towards the other end of the room, where the door was. Chris and Rebecca walked on either side of her, ready to catch her if she fell.
Rebecca was trying not to get ahead of herself with relief. This nightmare, it seemed, was finally ending. She looked to Jill, walking beside her. Alive; maybe not well, but alive. Because of her. She had saved her friend’s life. Rebecca’s heart swelled, as she grasped the handle of the door, twisting and pushing forward. Finally, she and her friends were going to go home.
Rebecca pushed the door open, and immediately, the shot rang out. At first, Rebecca whipped her head around, looking to see if Chris or Jill had been hurt. Then the world was spinning, and Rebecca felt the blood spreading, soaking her shirt. She fell to the ground.
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The light, although it came gradually and faintly, hurt their eye as they approached it. It was a single, unspectacular metal door, set in the face of the rock at the end of the tunnel. From the edges came a dull, greenish light.
Rebecca tried the handle without opening it. It was unlocked. With her gun ready in her other hand, she threw the door open, ready to fire. There was nobody there. Before them was the laboratory.
The place looked cluttered, with desk after metal, sterile desk topped with all sorts of equipment. There were fluorescent lights hanging above each one, their light tinted an unnatural emerald. Rebecca immediately began hurrying through the rows of work stations, looking for chemicals of any sort.
Chris brushed off a workstation, glass tinkling and papers fluttering through the air as he set Jill down on the table. She was breathing heavily, her chest almost literally heaving. Her skin was deathly pale and slick with perspiration. Her eyes were closed, but her face was slashed with a grimace of pain.
Rebecca was in the cabinets now, glass plated shelves with glass beakers and bottles of all shapes and sizes. Her eyes spotted a bottle and identified it as the V-Jolt she and Jill had found earlier. Beside it was a glass bottle with a medical label, like something that would be found on a prescription bottle.
SUB: BIOWEAPON 00149734 “YAWN”
DTL: ANTIVENOM
AMT: 500 MIL.
There was one bottle left, filled to the top with a clear liquid. Rebecca grabbed for it with shaking hands, and felt the smooth, cool glass slip from her fingers. Her eyes widened as she saw the vial tumbling, end over end, towards the hard, sterile floor.
But she caught it. She turned wove around the tables to where Chris was standing. He was holding Jill down by her arms, her torso convulsing upwards as she cried out in agony.
“I need a syringe,” Rebecca said frantically, looking all around for a needle. Wasn’t this a goddamned laboratory?
“Check the drawers in the desk,” Chris spat back, his eyes wide with worry as Jill thrashed under his hands.
Rebecca was already throwing open the drawers built into the side of the worktable, throwing everything else aside in desperate search of a needle. The lowest drawer flung open, and for a moment, The razor sharp points of a hundred needles stared up at Rebecca.
But the momentum carried the drawer onward, and it slid off it’s track and dropped to the ground with a shattering crash, sending bits of glass and needle points everywhere.
“Fuck!” She shouted, her hands already buried within the shards of glass, searching for a miracle. Her bleeding fingers clasped around something whole, and she brought it to her eyes to see a large, intact syringe.
“Rebecca, Hurry!” Chris was shouting, and a moment later Rebecca was beside him, drawing the serum out of the bottle and into the needle. They had no proper tourniquet; Rebecca looked over Jill’s body, looking for a place to inject her. The veins in Jill’s arms already well past dilated, and even looked discolored with the venom. On her leg was the infection point, and Rebecca could guess that they didn’t look much better than the arms.
Rebecca’s eyes fell over Jill’s heaving chest, her shirt drenched with sweat and clinging to her.
“Hold her still, Chris,” Rebecca said, lining up on Jill’s side.
“I am.”
“Very still.” At this, Chris gave her a questioning look, but did as he was told, pressing Jill down and flat on her back, despite her loud, moaning protests.
Rebecca braced herself. This is it, she thought. You can save her. It didn’t do much for her confidence. She hadn’t been taught what she was about to do in school. She’d only seen it in a movie once. But it might be the only way for the serum to work fast enough. She could only hope that the needle wouldn’t break.
In one swift motion, she brought the glinting syringe up over her head and drove it down between Jill’s breasts. Jill’s middle immediately shot upwards, her eyes wide open as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Jesus, Rebecca!” Chris shouted. “You’re gonna kill her!”
Jill’s shriek finally dwindled, and she slumped back down onto the table, eyes closed, the syringe still protruding from her chest like a morbid antennae. Rebecca absentmindedly grabbed it and pulled it out with a quick jerk, eliciting another small groan from Jill. Chris and Rebecca watched her expectantly, nervously, holding their breath.
“Jill?” Rebecca tried.
“Jill, can you hear us?” Chris this time.
Finally, Jill opened her eyes again, and her mouth curved in a small smile, one that Rebecca and Chris returned eagerly. Then Jill tried to speak.
“I… I think… I’m…” she stopped, her eyes widening suddenly. She quickly rolled onto her side and threw up all over the floor. Then she rolled onto her back again, looking exhausted.
“I think I’m going to be okay, guys.”
…
Rebecca stayed by Jill as Chris began to look around the lab. It was only one area of the entire laboratory. Past all the workstations, there was another doorway in the far wall. But that wasn’t what he was looking for.
Chris began tugging drawers out of the work tables, searching through them methodically. He cleared the entire desk and moved to the next. He checked all the drawers; no phone. A third desk also yielded no results. He swore under his breath.
“Chris,” a voice came from behind him. He turned around to see Rebecca and Jill looking at him, both with knowing smiles. Rebecca spoke again, a laugh in her voice.
“If you’re looking for a phone…” she said, pointing to her left. Upon a countertop, directly under the bottles of chemicals, was a large, outdated looking telephone. It was a wonder Chris had missed it.
He hurried over to it, dialing a long, specialized number. It was an office phone, with a large base for multiple lines, like a secretary would use. He hoped that it still worked.
He held his breath, waiting for any kind of noise as he held the receiver to his face. It was silent.
Then came a noise, a high pitched, electronic shriek, like a dial up internet connection. Then the phone rang. Faint, and crippled with static, but there. Chris was murmuring under his breath now.
“Come on, Vickers, pick up…” It was a slim chance. Even if the call went through, it wasn’t likely that Brad was still in the helicopter.
The phone rang again.
Then there was a click, and a crackling silence.
“Vickers?” Chris hoped. There was no answer for a moment. Then, finally, a voice.
“Chris…?” The voice was hushed, almost disbelieving. “Chris, is that you?” Chris had to literally restrain himself from jumping for joy.
“Vickers, thank god!” He cried. “Vickers, we need help, and bad. Where are you?”
“I’m back at Raccoon Station,” came the reply, the voice still distant, as if Brad Vickers were dreaming. “You’re lucky you caught me. I just came back. I forgot something in the bird and… Chris, who are you with…? Who‘s left?”
“It‘s just us three,” Chris said. “Me, Jill, and Rebecca, from Bravo. Listen, Brad. You need to get us out of here. We’re gonna die in here if you don’t get here fast. How soon can you get here?”
“I… I can be there in twenty minutes, if I hurry,” Brad said disconnectedly. “The closest I can get is the roof. Just light off a flare, and I…” he trailed off. “Chris, everybody’s dead? They’re all gone?”
“It’s just us, Vickers. Jill’s in bad shape. Will you come?”
“Chris, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I left you guys. I just panicked, I just had to go, I saw Joseph and those things killing him and I just had to-”
Vickers!” Chris interrupted him. “Will you come?” Silence followed. Then, it seemed, Brad Vickers found his courage.
“I’ll meet you on the roof in half an hour,” Brad said. “Set off a flare, and I’ll touch down. I won’t wait long.”
“We’ll see you there,” Chris said. He made to hang up the phone, but stopped himself, remembering something. “Brad!”
“Yeah?”
“Bring some firepower, if you can,” Chris said. “Just in case.”
“You got it.” He hung up.
…
Rebecca was helping Jill to her feet as Chris approached the table.
“Vickers is coming with the chopper,” Chris said. “We’re getting out of here.”
Rebecca felt as though she might cry. Finally, a ray of light. She finished helping Jill to her feet; her condition seemed to be improving rapidly. Still, she looked sick. A small spot of blood dotted her shirt between her breasts, the only evidence of having a needle shoved through her chest.
“We just need to find a way to the roof,” Chris said. He made to put his arm around Jill, only to have her brush his hand away, smiling weakly.
“I can walk,” she said. “Let’s just get out of here.” She began to walk slowly and deliberately towards the other end of the room, where the door was. Chris and Rebecca walked on either side of her, ready to catch her if she fell.
Rebecca was trying not to get ahead of herself with relief. This nightmare, it seemed, was finally ending. She looked to Jill, walking beside her. Alive; maybe not well, but alive. Because of her. She had saved her friend’s life. Rebecca’s heart swelled, as she grasped the handle of the door, twisting and pushing forward. Finally, she and her friends were going to go home.
Rebecca pushed the door open, and immediately, the shot rang out. At first, Rebecca whipped her head around, looking to see if Chris or Jill had been hurt. Then the world was spinning, and Rebecca felt the blood spreading, soaking her shirt. She fell to the ground.
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Not much to say on this one. Thank you all so much for the reviews. Next chapter up soon. Read, Rate, Review, and Enjoy!!!