A Night in the Darkness
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Category:
+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
15,102
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I am not and have not, nor will I profit from this story in any way. All characters/settings/etc. belong to the creators of Resident Evil, and not to me. I don't own any of them. I didn't create them. They belong to their respective creators
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XII. Out
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Jill watched Chris disappear from view as the elevator took her upwards. The alarm still wailed all around them, and she could feel a faint, humming vibration, from the elevator or the impending destruction of the place, she couldn’t say. A display on the control panel lit up.
3:57
Rebecca let out a raspy cough, immediately demanding Jill’s attention. Her eyes were barely open, and Jill could see her observing her surroundings.
“What happen…” She tried.
“We’re getting out of here,” Jill replied, unconsciously tightening her grip around the younger girl. Rebecca smiled at Jill’s tenderness, returning her embrace as best she could with her weak body. Jill could feel the warm sticky feeling of Rebecca’s half dried blood.
“Thanks for saving me, Jill,” Rebecca sighed. Jill said nothing, not sure which instance Rebecca was referring to. In reality, the both of them had saved each other multiple times. They were so close to the end of all this now, and Jill tried not to think of how long ago they would have died without each other.
“Thank you, too,” Jill said, unsure if Rebecca had heard her. If she had, she had chosen not to answer. They held each other in silence, the alarm counting down the minutes to the end.
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Chris walked through the gauntlet. Steam erupted spasmodically from vents and equipment on the walls, the entire lab shaking as it prepared to explode. He steeled himself before turning each corner, unsure what he might see. Barry, lying dead and dismembered. The Tyrant, ready to destroy him.
Chris approached another turn in the path, flanked on either side by empty cryogen tubes.
“NINE MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
He heard it before he saw it; a low shuffle under the screech of the alarm. From the right corner of his vision, he saw the glass of the cryogen tubes darken beneath the cover of shadow.
Instinctively, he threw himself against the opposing wall of glass tubes, away from the shadow. Immediately after, the shadowed glass exploded, small shards cutting him minutely. The Tyrant reached as far towards him as it could, still impeded by what was left of the cryogen tubes. It’s blood stained talons were inches from catching Chris’s shirt.
The Tyrant threw itself forward, gaining another inch, coming lethally close. Chris sidled to his left, away from the creature, his heart pounding in his throat. The thing vainly attempted to slash at him as he escaped it’s reach, driving itself upon broken shards of glass to get past the cryogen tubes.
Chris rounded the corner frantically, coming up on the other side of the tubes, where the Tyrant’s hindquarters were still exposed. He could see the creature trying to pull itself out, wedging itself further on sharp shards of glass. Dark, blackish blood was running down it’s legs and pooling at it’s feet.
Chris hurried past the trapped monstrosity, down another corridor of laboratory instruments, looking back before turning the corner. The monster was still trapped, although looked to be prying itself from it’s razor sharp confines.
Chris turned the corner and ducked back, barely avoiding a shot that surely would have taken his head. His ears rang from the blast even as he jumped around the corner once more, throwing a punch to catch Barry square in the jaw.
It was more than enough; Barry fell to the ground, dropping the magnum, and Chris saw that his torso was drenched crimson. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Chris remembered that he had stepped off the elevator to save Barry. Now however, he was subject to a different train of thought. Barry had abandoned them in the tunnel, leaving them for the reptilian creature. He had held them at gunpoint as Wesker had planned to subject them all to the Tyrant. Barry had betrayed them.
Chris had his gun trained on the wounded man, his finger ready to squeeze.
“Chris, please,” Barry wheezed. He wasn’t in good shape. “I thought you were that thing!”
“Bullshit!” Chris shouted. “You were helping Wesker! You were going to watch us be killed!”
“I can explain!” Barry pleaded. “I had to. Wesker had my kids. He was going to kill my family.”
Chris hesitated, unsure whether or not to believe him. He didn’t shoot as Barry slowly attempted to get to his feet.
“Come on, Chris,” he said. “We can still get out, if we hurry.” He picked up his magnum. Chris lowered his gun, resigned to trust.
“Let’s just get out of here,” he said. Barry nodded, and the two of them made to turn the corner.
The Tyrant lashed out from around the corner; the end of it’s longest talon slashed Chris on his arm, drawing a gout of dark blood, knocking him to the floor. The Tyrant stood over him a second later, poised to kill. Chris looked up into it’s face, and still he felt a stirring of pity, it’s face almost childlike in a grotesque, distorted way.
Then a large portion of it’s face was gone, disintegrated in a smoky, bloody blast, and the Tyrant slumped to the floor at his feet.
Barry rushed over to Chris and yanked him to his feet.
“Come on!” He said, tugging him in the direction of the elevator. Chris took a final glance back at the Tyrant. It was slumped motionless against a wall, only feet from the cryogen tube it was birthed from, in a strange twist of fate.
As his eyes stole that last glance, Chris noticed something; Wesker’s body was gone, nowhere to be seen. He had a second to ponder what this could possibly mean; then Barry was pulling on him again, and they were rushing down the corridors as the alarm continued to sound all around them.
“SIX MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Chris and Barry reached the elevator, throwing the gate closed behind them, slumping against the iron grate wall as it began its groaning ascent.
…
The chopper was there when Jill and Rebecca stumbled out of the elevator, its whirling blades cutting the grey, predawn sky. Over the Arklay Mountains, there was a hint of pink on the horizon, a portent of the end of the entire nightmare. Even on the roof, the alarm still blared, counting down the seconds to destruction.
Faintly, Jill could make out the shape of a frantic pilot in the copter’s cockpit; Vickers. The two rushed to the chopper, ducking in through the open cargo door on its side. Rebecca groaned as her shoulder blade collided with something hard, the flare of pain bringing her back to an unwilling state of full consciousness. She looked down, and her hazy eyes widened. An enormous gun was pinned under her back, it’s muzzle tipped with an explosive. An RPG.
“Where’s Chris?” Vickers cried over the din of the chopper, twisted around in his seat to face them.
“He’s coming!” Jill shouted back. Immediately after she spoke, there came a third voice. Polite yet firm.
“FOUR MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Vickers’ eyes widened with cowardice, a look Jill was coming to recognize.
“Jill, come on! We can’t stay here! It’s gonna blow!”
Jill opened her mouth to reply, when Rebecca grabbed her shoulder, pointing back at the elevator. Jill turned to see.
The lift door opened, and two people stumbled out. Chris, limping almost completely on one foot, and Barry, who didn’t look much better. The two had their arms around one another’s shoulders, apparently supporting each other, hobbling slowly towards the chopper.
Rebecca watched as Jill rushed out of the chopper, running over and stopping at Barry’s free side, helping the two men along. Rebecca heard Vickers breathe a sigh of relief.
The three all turned in unison as they heard a noise from behind them. A wrenched chunk of iron grate flew from the entrance of the lift, and a bloodied, talon emerged from the darkness of the elevator shaft.
The three watched motionless as the Tyrant pulled itself from the elevator shaft, bloodied and gored to no end. It’s face was partially destroyed, the top of it’s head and left eye claimed by Barry’s magnum. It’s pulsing, grayish brain was exposed, and it’s mouth was twisted into an animalistic grimace.
The three drew their weapons once more, huddled together as the unstoppable force trudged towards them.
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Almost finished. Next chapter will be up soon. "Mikey," thanks for the review. I didn't know you were reading this one. Thank you, as well, to everybody else who has been reading this. Until the next chapter. Read, Rate, Review, and Enjoy!
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Jill watched Chris disappear from view as the elevator took her upwards. The alarm still wailed all around them, and she could feel a faint, humming vibration, from the elevator or the impending destruction of the place, she couldn’t say. A display on the control panel lit up.
3:57
Rebecca let out a raspy cough, immediately demanding Jill’s attention. Her eyes were barely open, and Jill could see her observing her surroundings.
“What happen…” She tried.
“We’re getting out of here,” Jill replied, unconsciously tightening her grip around the younger girl. Rebecca smiled at Jill’s tenderness, returning her embrace as best she could with her weak body. Jill could feel the warm sticky feeling of Rebecca’s half dried blood.
“Thanks for saving me, Jill,” Rebecca sighed. Jill said nothing, not sure which instance Rebecca was referring to. In reality, the both of them had saved each other multiple times. They were so close to the end of all this now, and Jill tried not to think of how long ago they would have died without each other.
“Thank you, too,” Jill said, unsure if Rebecca had heard her. If she had, she had chosen not to answer. They held each other in silence, the alarm counting down the minutes to the end.
…
Chris walked through the gauntlet. Steam erupted spasmodically from vents and equipment on the walls, the entire lab shaking as it prepared to explode. He steeled himself before turning each corner, unsure what he might see. Barry, lying dead and dismembered. The Tyrant, ready to destroy him.
Chris approached another turn in the path, flanked on either side by empty cryogen tubes.
“NINE MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
He heard it before he saw it; a low shuffle under the screech of the alarm. From the right corner of his vision, he saw the glass of the cryogen tubes darken beneath the cover of shadow.
Instinctively, he threw himself against the opposing wall of glass tubes, away from the shadow. Immediately after, the shadowed glass exploded, small shards cutting him minutely. The Tyrant reached as far towards him as it could, still impeded by what was left of the cryogen tubes. It’s blood stained talons were inches from catching Chris’s shirt.
The Tyrant threw itself forward, gaining another inch, coming lethally close. Chris sidled to his left, away from the creature, his heart pounding in his throat. The thing vainly attempted to slash at him as he escaped it’s reach, driving itself upon broken shards of glass to get past the cryogen tubes.
Chris rounded the corner frantically, coming up on the other side of the tubes, where the Tyrant’s hindquarters were still exposed. He could see the creature trying to pull itself out, wedging itself further on sharp shards of glass. Dark, blackish blood was running down it’s legs and pooling at it’s feet.
Chris hurried past the trapped monstrosity, down another corridor of laboratory instruments, looking back before turning the corner. The monster was still trapped, although looked to be prying itself from it’s razor sharp confines.
Chris turned the corner and ducked back, barely avoiding a shot that surely would have taken his head. His ears rang from the blast even as he jumped around the corner once more, throwing a punch to catch Barry square in the jaw.
It was more than enough; Barry fell to the ground, dropping the magnum, and Chris saw that his torso was drenched crimson. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Chris remembered that he had stepped off the elevator to save Barry. Now however, he was subject to a different train of thought. Barry had abandoned them in the tunnel, leaving them for the reptilian creature. He had held them at gunpoint as Wesker had planned to subject them all to the Tyrant. Barry had betrayed them.
Chris had his gun trained on the wounded man, his finger ready to squeeze.
“Chris, please,” Barry wheezed. He wasn’t in good shape. “I thought you were that thing!”
“Bullshit!” Chris shouted. “You were helping Wesker! You were going to watch us be killed!”
“I can explain!” Barry pleaded. “I had to. Wesker had my kids. He was going to kill my family.”
Chris hesitated, unsure whether or not to believe him. He didn’t shoot as Barry slowly attempted to get to his feet.
“Come on, Chris,” he said. “We can still get out, if we hurry.” He picked up his magnum. Chris lowered his gun, resigned to trust.
“Let’s just get out of here,” he said. Barry nodded, and the two of them made to turn the corner.
The Tyrant lashed out from around the corner; the end of it’s longest talon slashed Chris on his arm, drawing a gout of dark blood, knocking him to the floor. The Tyrant stood over him a second later, poised to kill. Chris looked up into it’s face, and still he felt a stirring of pity, it’s face almost childlike in a grotesque, distorted way.
Then a large portion of it’s face was gone, disintegrated in a smoky, bloody blast, and the Tyrant slumped to the floor at his feet.
Barry rushed over to Chris and yanked him to his feet.
“Come on!” He said, tugging him in the direction of the elevator. Chris took a final glance back at the Tyrant. It was slumped motionless against a wall, only feet from the cryogen tube it was birthed from, in a strange twist of fate.
As his eyes stole that last glance, Chris noticed something; Wesker’s body was gone, nowhere to be seen. He had a second to ponder what this could possibly mean; then Barry was pulling on him again, and they were rushing down the corridors as the alarm continued to sound all around them.
“SIX MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Chris and Barry reached the elevator, throwing the gate closed behind them, slumping against the iron grate wall as it began its groaning ascent.
…
The chopper was there when Jill and Rebecca stumbled out of the elevator, its whirling blades cutting the grey, predawn sky. Over the Arklay Mountains, there was a hint of pink on the horizon, a portent of the end of the entire nightmare. Even on the roof, the alarm still blared, counting down the seconds to destruction.
Faintly, Jill could make out the shape of a frantic pilot in the copter’s cockpit; Vickers. The two rushed to the chopper, ducking in through the open cargo door on its side. Rebecca groaned as her shoulder blade collided with something hard, the flare of pain bringing her back to an unwilling state of full consciousness. She looked down, and her hazy eyes widened. An enormous gun was pinned under her back, it’s muzzle tipped with an explosive. An RPG.
“Where’s Chris?” Vickers cried over the din of the chopper, twisted around in his seat to face them.
“He’s coming!” Jill shouted back. Immediately after she spoke, there came a third voice. Polite yet firm.
“FOUR MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Vickers’ eyes widened with cowardice, a look Jill was coming to recognize.
“Jill, come on! We can’t stay here! It’s gonna blow!”
Jill opened her mouth to reply, when Rebecca grabbed her shoulder, pointing back at the elevator. Jill turned to see.
The lift door opened, and two people stumbled out. Chris, limping almost completely on one foot, and Barry, who didn’t look much better. The two had their arms around one another’s shoulders, apparently supporting each other, hobbling slowly towards the chopper.
Rebecca watched as Jill rushed out of the chopper, running over and stopping at Barry’s free side, helping the two men along. Rebecca heard Vickers breathe a sigh of relief.
The three all turned in unison as they heard a noise from behind them. A wrenched chunk of iron grate flew from the entrance of the lift, and a bloodied, talon emerged from the darkness of the elevator shaft.
The three watched motionless as the Tyrant pulled itself from the elevator shaft, bloodied and gored to no end. It’s face was partially destroyed, the top of it’s head and left eye claimed by Barry’s magnum. It’s pulsing, grayish brain was exposed, and it’s mouth was twisted into an animalistic grimace.
The three drew their weapons once more, huddled together as the unstoppable force trudged towards them.
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Almost finished. Next chapter will be up soon. "Mikey," thanks for the review. I didn't know you were reading this one. Thank you, as well, to everybody else who has been reading this. Until the next chapter. Read, Rate, Review, and Enjoy!