A Night in the Darkness
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+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
15,103
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Seperate Ways
XIII. Seperate Ways
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The Tyrant closed the distance between the worn survivors, intent upon their murder. In the ever growing pale light of dawn, it’s single remaining eye gleamed with guiltless, soulless bloodlust.
Rebecca saw this, frozen in shock. A queasy lurch snapped her out of it. The helicopter was rising off the ground. She whipped her head around to see Vickers, frantically scrambling with the controls, his whimpering breath just audible beneath the wind of the copter.
Rebecca acted instinctually, planning on nothing more than a screaming chastising. Instead she dove towards the cockpit, grabbing hold of Vickers’ back, pounding a balled fist to his helmet, shrieking at full volume.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! THEY’RE GOING TO DIE!”
Insanely enough, Vickers attempted to argue his point.
“Lady, did you see that thing?! We gotta go! We’re getting out of-”
“You listen to me, you spineless little bastard!” Rebecca interrupted him. “Set us down, now! We’re not leaving them here!”
Vickers paused, still whimpering, and finally nodded. He slowly lowered the chopper back to the ground, Rebecca not releasing her grip on him until it was finished.
“Don’t touch anything,” she said, letting go of him. She returned to the passenger seats, hoisting the RPG off the floor. It was extremely heavy, and she almost tipped over when she threw it onto her shoulder. She peered into the crosshair, trying to lock on the Tyrant amidst the battle outside the helicopter.
…
Jill looked over her shoulder to see the Tyrant bear down upon them. She turned herself towards it, drawing her gun to defend herself. The other two did the same, but in vain. The thing was too close. It swung it’s massive arm, catching them broadside, scattering the three of them across the roof like chess pieces.
Jill watched her gun slide away from her as she landed, almost disinterestedly. She turned to see the Tyrant poised over Barry. It slammed it’s hand downwards, burying one of it’s razor talons into his leg. His screams were almost lost under the noise of the chopper, and completely disappeared when shots were fired.
Chris emptied his gun into the thing, drawing it’s attention. It turned it’s ugly head to face him, staring a moment, then beginning to trudge toward him. Barry hung from it’s talon, and was dragged a few feet before his leg slid free with a sickening sound that nobody heard.
He retrieved his magnum from his side, taking aim at the back of the monster’s head, smiling triumphantly. He pulled the trigger, and heard an empty click, erasing his smile immediately. The Tyrant continued slowly toward it’s new target.
…
Chris shuffled away from the approaching creature, dragging himself on his one good arm. He was pale from blood loss, his accumulated wounds catching up with his waning adrenaline.
His strength gave out, and he collapsed onto himself, rolling over miserably to face the thing. It was less than a foot from him, it’s blank eyes gleaming with the reflection of his own resigned expression.
“THREE MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Well, he thought. The others will make it…
The thing raised it’s arm, claws pointed to him, ready to impale. The Tyrant roared furiously, and beneath the din, Chris imagined he could hear another sound. A shrill whistle. He’d probably lost too much blood.
The Tyrant made a small movement, a minute twitch toward his death, and then Chris saw it disappear before his eyes. There was a single moment, where the Tyrant turned to it’s side, as if watching something, and then an unbearable noise came, the noise of crunching bones and tearing skin. Chris threw his near dead arm over his face, a shower of hot, sticky gore coating his entire body.
He wiped the back of his arm across his eyes and opened them. He immediately gagged, wishing he had kept his eyes shut; the Tyrant was everywhere, all over him in a steaming film. He brushed frantically at himself, swiping the large chunks off his person.
He felt hands at his side, and then he was being hoisted up. He tried to walk on his own, but found that he couldn’t. He allowed Jill to shuffle him along. They reached the helicopter, and Chris was more or less tossed inside. He was too tired to care. He closed his eyes to sleep, and felt another set of hands on him, pulling him up into a seat. Barry this time, already buckled in, an emergency tourniquet around his leg.
“TWO MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Chris tried to speak, but the chopper lurched, clawing it’s way up into the sky. Through the small window in the side door, he could see the roof getting smaller, receding until they could see the entire mansion, looking deceivingly innocent and magnificent in the golden early dawn of the Arklay Mountains.
…
The halls of the mansion shook violently; décor fell from the ceilings and walls. Zombies stumbled and fell, their poor balance further disturbed. In the labs below, chemicals fell from shelves, mixing, combusting. Cages rattled open, freeing hellish creations within.
And all the while, the countdown commenced, its mortal warning falling upon mutated, uncomprehending ears.
“5, 4, 3, 2, 1,”
“COMMENCING SYSTEM TERMINATION.”
…
The helicopter rocked in midair as the blinding flash surrounded them, a second before any noise was heard. Then Rebecca realized the deafening boom echoing all around them. They were too far away for her to peer out the window and see the explosion, and for that she was glad. She never wanted to see that place again.
The noise and tremors subsided, and Rebecca slumped back into her seat. She fought the urge to close her eyes; she still had a bullet in her, and didn’t want to risk never waking up again. She’d come to far to die during the ride home.
Looking at her fellow survivors, she could say she wasn’t the only one. All of them were breaths away from death’s door. Barry and Chris sat across from her, both looking pale as ghosts from blood loss. Jill sat beside her, looking more composed than the rest of them, her poisoning seemingly completely faded. The older woman turned to meet Rebecca’s eyes and smiled tiredly.
“Good thinking, with that rocket,” she said.
Rebecca smiled in reply, saying nothing. She leaned back in her seat again and closed her eyes, trusting herself this time to wake up. Through the glass, she felt the warmth of the early morning sunlight on her face, assuring her that the night had faded, and the nightmare was over.
…One Month Later…
Rebecca looked over her apartment, scanning the room for anything important she might’ve missed. The drawers of her bureau hung open, robbed of all their belongings. Upon her bed was a large duffel bag, full to bursting and zipped closed, and a suitcase, rumpled articles of clothing piled in it.
“I guess that’s everything,” she murmured to herself, pulling the lid of the suitcase down. It was hard to zip, with all of her clothes packed into one bag, but she was determined to travel light; she was even leaving the furniture behind, taking only her clothes and whatever belongings she could fit into the duffel bag.
Her heart skipped when she heard a knock at the door. She reached behind her, retrieving the gun held at the small of her back, clicking the safety off. She had been keeping a low profile ever since she’d been released from the hospital, and wasn’t taking any chances.
The knock came again, this time accompanied by a familiar voice.
“Rebecca? It’s me, Jill.” Rebecca let out a sigh of relief, putting the safety back on and putting the gun back. She walked to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open to see Jill Valentine smiling back at her.
“Expecting somebody?” Jill asked jokingly. Rebecca laughed a bit.
“Can’t be too careful,” she said, stepping aside to let Jill inside. She closed and locked the door behind them.
“Probably the best idea,” Jill replied, looking around at the barren apartment. It was true, none of the former S.T.A.R.S. were safe. As soon as they were well enough to leave the hospital, the survivors had all filed a unanimous report on the happenings within the mansion, implicating Umbrella towards countless atrocities.
Needless to say, it hadn’t gone over well. Police Chief Irons had imposed a lengthy time off, for further reouperation regarding ‘whatever the hell happened in the Arklays.’ Instead, they had quit; one by one, Rebecca staying the longest, sticking around just long enough to file her own report on William Coen’s death.
In the weeks that had followed, Umbrella personnel were appearing all over town, asking for the whereabouts of Rebecca and the others. Rebecca had done her best to lay low, planning to leave as soon as she could. Now the time had come. As soon as night fell, she was taking the first bus out of town.
“So where are you headed?” Rebecca shook out of her daze, her hand leaving the doorknob as she turned back to Jill. She was sitting on Rebecca’s bed, one leg crossed over the other, half revealed by her knee length skirt.
“I’m not really sure…” Rebecca said, moving her suitcase to the ground and sitting down beside Jill. “Just away from here.” It was mostly true; she didn’t have an exact destination. Still, she had a general idea in mind, evidenced as her fingers subconsciously played with the balled chain of Billy’s dog tags, tangled with her own S.T.A.R.S. tags.
“What about you?” she asked, turning to Jill. Looking at the older woman, with her low cut top, Rebecca could see that she, too, was wearing an extra set of identification. She could guess who’s.
“I’ll be sticking around a while longer,” she said. “There’s got to be some kind of evidence to implicate Umbrella in all of this. Vickers said he would help, but it’ll probably end up just being me.”
They both laughed at this, their voices dying down into a thick silence.
“So…” Rebecca finally dared. “What about Chris?”
Jill smiled a little at the question; not joyously, just a wistful curve of the lips. Like Rebecca, her hand unknowingly found its way to the beaded metallic chain around her neck.
“He and Barry are on their way to Europe,” she said. “There’s an Umbrella headquarters over there, so they’re going to try and raise awareness, maybe start up some kind of group. I’ll be joining them, once I’m finished here.” She locked eyes with Rebecca, her smiling growing from bittersweet to encouraging.
“I hope you find you friend, Rebecca,” she said. “I figured you would be leaving soon, if you hadn’t already. I just wanted to come by and say goodbye. You saved us on the rooftop that night, and don’t think I ever thanked you.”
Rebecca grinned. “You don’t have to,” she said. “You and Chris saved my ass more times than I can count. I’d say we‘re even.”
The two laughed again, the clumsy mood absent this time around. Their eyes met, and Rebecca leaned over slightly, drawing closer to Jill, her eyes half closed. She almost second guessed it, wondering if perhaps their impending deaths had made the encounter more casual the last time.
But a moment later her lips met with Jill’s, half part and expectant, and her assurance returned. Jill leaned into their kiss, leading Rebecca onto her back with Jill over her. Rebecca smiled into the kiss. Several hours from now, she would be watching Raccoon City fade from view in the rear window of a bus, beginning her search for someone she hoped dearly to find.
But until the sun set, and that time came, she and Jill would have their fun. For Rebecca, nightfall seemed a world away.
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THE END.
That's all there is. Thank you so much for reading. My only wish is that I could have done a better job. It didn't come out as well as I wanted it to. Which is a shame, because I absolutley love R.E. In the future, I suppose I might just stick to oneshots : P Anyway, I truly hope you enjoyed it. Until next time, I guess.
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The Tyrant closed the distance between the worn survivors, intent upon their murder. In the ever growing pale light of dawn, it’s single remaining eye gleamed with guiltless, soulless bloodlust.
Rebecca saw this, frozen in shock. A queasy lurch snapped her out of it. The helicopter was rising off the ground. She whipped her head around to see Vickers, frantically scrambling with the controls, his whimpering breath just audible beneath the wind of the copter.
Rebecca acted instinctually, planning on nothing more than a screaming chastising. Instead she dove towards the cockpit, grabbing hold of Vickers’ back, pounding a balled fist to his helmet, shrieking at full volume.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! THEY’RE GOING TO DIE!”
Insanely enough, Vickers attempted to argue his point.
“Lady, did you see that thing?! We gotta go! We’re getting out of-”
“You listen to me, you spineless little bastard!” Rebecca interrupted him. “Set us down, now! We’re not leaving them here!”
Vickers paused, still whimpering, and finally nodded. He slowly lowered the chopper back to the ground, Rebecca not releasing her grip on him until it was finished.
“Don’t touch anything,” she said, letting go of him. She returned to the passenger seats, hoisting the RPG off the floor. It was extremely heavy, and she almost tipped over when she threw it onto her shoulder. She peered into the crosshair, trying to lock on the Tyrant amidst the battle outside the helicopter.
…
Jill looked over her shoulder to see the Tyrant bear down upon them. She turned herself towards it, drawing her gun to defend herself. The other two did the same, but in vain. The thing was too close. It swung it’s massive arm, catching them broadside, scattering the three of them across the roof like chess pieces.
Jill watched her gun slide away from her as she landed, almost disinterestedly. She turned to see the Tyrant poised over Barry. It slammed it’s hand downwards, burying one of it’s razor talons into his leg. His screams were almost lost under the noise of the chopper, and completely disappeared when shots were fired.
Chris emptied his gun into the thing, drawing it’s attention. It turned it’s ugly head to face him, staring a moment, then beginning to trudge toward him. Barry hung from it’s talon, and was dragged a few feet before his leg slid free with a sickening sound that nobody heard.
He retrieved his magnum from his side, taking aim at the back of the monster’s head, smiling triumphantly. He pulled the trigger, and heard an empty click, erasing his smile immediately. The Tyrant continued slowly toward it’s new target.
…
Chris shuffled away from the approaching creature, dragging himself on his one good arm. He was pale from blood loss, his accumulated wounds catching up with his waning adrenaline.
His strength gave out, and he collapsed onto himself, rolling over miserably to face the thing. It was less than a foot from him, it’s blank eyes gleaming with the reflection of his own resigned expression.
“THREE MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Well, he thought. The others will make it…
The thing raised it’s arm, claws pointed to him, ready to impale. The Tyrant roared furiously, and beneath the din, Chris imagined he could hear another sound. A shrill whistle. He’d probably lost too much blood.
The Tyrant made a small movement, a minute twitch toward his death, and then Chris saw it disappear before his eyes. There was a single moment, where the Tyrant turned to it’s side, as if watching something, and then an unbearable noise came, the noise of crunching bones and tearing skin. Chris threw his near dead arm over his face, a shower of hot, sticky gore coating his entire body.
He wiped the back of his arm across his eyes and opened them. He immediately gagged, wishing he had kept his eyes shut; the Tyrant was everywhere, all over him in a steaming film. He brushed frantically at himself, swiping the large chunks off his person.
He felt hands at his side, and then he was being hoisted up. He tried to walk on his own, but found that he couldn’t. He allowed Jill to shuffle him along. They reached the helicopter, and Chris was more or less tossed inside. He was too tired to care. He closed his eyes to sleep, and felt another set of hands on him, pulling him up into a seat. Barry this time, already buckled in, an emergency tourniquet around his leg.
“TWO MINUTES UNTIL SYSTEM TERMINATION. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.”
Chris tried to speak, but the chopper lurched, clawing it’s way up into the sky. Through the small window in the side door, he could see the roof getting smaller, receding until they could see the entire mansion, looking deceivingly innocent and magnificent in the golden early dawn of the Arklay Mountains.
…
The halls of the mansion shook violently; décor fell from the ceilings and walls. Zombies stumbled and fell, their poor balance further disturbed. In the labs below, chemicals fell from shelves, mixing, combusting. Cages rattled open, freeing hellish creations within.
And all the while, the countdown commenced, its mortal warning falling upon mutated, uncomprehending ears.
“5, 4, 3, 2, 1,”
“COMMENCING SYSTEM TERMINATION.”
…
The helicopter rocked in midair as the blinding flash surrounded them, a second before any noise was heard. Then Rebecca realized the deafening boom echoing all around them. They were too far away for her to peer out the window and see the explosion, and for that she was glad. She never wanted to see that place again.
The noise and tremors subsided, and Rebecca slumped back into her seat. She fought the urge to close her eyes; she still had a bullet in her, and didn’t want to risk never waking up again. She’d come to far to die during the ride home.
Looking at her fellow survivors, she could say she wasn’t the only one. All of them were breaths away from death’s door. Barry and Chris sat across from her, both looking pale as ghosts from blood loss. Jill sat beside her, looking more composed than the rest of them, her poisoning seemingly completely faded. The older woman turned to meet Rebecca’s eyes and smiled tiredly.
“Good thinking, with that rocket,” she said.
Rebecca smiled in reply, saying nothing. She leaned back in her seat again and closed her eyes, trusting herself this time to wake up. Through the glass, she felt the warmth of the early morning sunlight on her face, assuring her that the night had faded, and the nightmare was over.
…One Month Later…
Rebecca looked over her apartment, scanning the room for anything important she might’ve missed. The drawers of her bureau hung open, robbed of all their belongings. Upon her bed was a large duffel bag, full to bursting and zipped closed, and a suitcase, rumpled articles of clothing piled in it.
“I guess that’s everything,” she murmured to herself, pulling the lid of the suitcase down. It was hard to zip, with all of her clothes packed into one bag, but she was determined to travel light; she was even leaving the furniture behind, taking only her clothes and whatever belongings she could fit into the duffel bag.
Her heart skipped when she heard a knock at the door. She reached behind her, retrieving the gun held at the small of her back, clicking the safety off. She had been keeping a low profile ever since she’d been released from the hospital, and wasn’t taking any chances.
The knock came again, this time accompanied by a familiar voice.
“Rebecca? It’s me, Jill.” Rebecca let out a sigh of relief, putting the safety back on and putting the gun back. She walked to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open to see Jill Valentine smiling back at her.
“Expecting somebody?” Jill asked jokingly. Rebecca laughed a bit.
“Can’t be too careful,” she said, stepping aside to let Jill inside. She closed and locked the door behind them.
“Probably the best idea,” Jill replied, looking around at the barren apartment. It was true, none of the former S.T.A.R.S. were safe. As soon as they were well enough to leave the hospital, the survivors had all filed a unanimous report on the happenings within the mansion, implicating Umbrella towards countless atrocities.
Needless to say, it hadn’t gone over well. Police Chief Irons had imposed a lengthy time off, for further reouperation regarding ‘whatever the hell happened in the Arklays.’ Instead, they had quit; one by one, Rebecca staying the longest, sticking around just long enough to file her own report on William Coen’s death.
In the weeks that had followed, Umbrella personnel were appearing all over town, asking for the whereabouts of Rebecca and the others. Rebecca had done her best to lay low, planning to leave as soon as she could. Now the time had come. As soon as night fell, she was taking the first bus out of town.
“So where are you headed?” Rebecca shook out of her daze, her hand leaving the doorknob as she turned back to Jill. She was sitting on Rebecca’s bed, one leg crossed over the other, half revealed by her knee length skirt.
“I’m not really sure…” Rebecca said, moving her suitcase to the ground and sitting down beside Jill. “Just away from here.” It was mostly true; she didn’t have an exact destination. Still, she had a general idea in mind, evidenced as her fingers subconsciously played with the balled chain of Billy’s dog tags, tangled with her own S.T.A.R.S. tags.
“What about you?” she asked, turning to Jill. Looking at the older woman, with her low cut top, Rebecca could see that she, too, was wearing an extra set of identification. She could guess who’s.
“I’ll be sticking around a while longer,” she said. “There’s got to be some kind of evidence to implicate Umbrella in all of this. Vickers said he would help, but it’ll probably end up just being me.”
They both laughed at this, their voices dying down into a thick silence.
“So…” Rebecca finally dared. “What about Chris?”
Jill smiled a little at the question; not joyously, just a wistful curve of the lips. Like Rebecca, her hand unknowingly found its way to the beaded metallic chain around her neck.
“He and Barry are on their way to Europe,” she said. “There’s an Umbrella headquarters over there, so they’re going to try and raise awareness, maybe start up some kind of group. I’ll be joining them, once I’m finished here.” She locked eyes with Rebecca, her smiling growing from bittersweet to encouraging.
“I hope you find you friend, Rebecca,” she said. “I figured you would be leaving soon, if you hadn’t already. I just wanted to come by and say goodbye. You saved us on the rooftop that night, and don’t think I ever thanked you.”
Rebecca grinned. “You don’t have to,” she said. “You and Chris saved my ass more times than I can count. I’d say we‘re even.”
The two laughed again, the clumsy mood absent this time around. Their eyes met, and Rebecca leaned over slightly, drawing closer to Jill, her eyes half closed. She almost second guessed it, wondering if perhaps their impending deaths had made the encounter more casual the last time.
But a moment later her lips met with Jill’s, half part and expectant, and her assurance returned. Jill leaned into their kiss, leading Rebecca onto her back with Jill over her. Rebecca smiled into the kiss. Several hours from now, she would be watching Raccoon City fade from view in the rear window of a bus, beginning her search for someone she hoped dearly to find.
But until the sun set, and that time came, she and Jill would have their fun. For Rebecca, nightfall seemed a world away.
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THE END.
That's all there is. Thank you so much for reading. My only wish is that I could have done a better job. It didn't come out as well as I wanted it to. Which is a shame, because I absolutley love R.E. In the future, I suppose I might just stick to oneshots : P Anyway, I truly hope you enjoyed it. Until next time, I guess.