Run Like Hell
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+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
7,991
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Resident Evil, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Believe Me
Believe Me
17
Sherry woke, what felt like only a few moments later, to the sound of a cell phone, loud and dull in the close room. She looked up, hopefully, but Leon's suddenly tense expression from below informed her that the caller wasn't Claire. She sank back quietly on the bed, not a little disappointed. Claire hadn't called for nearly three days now... or was it four?
"Listen to me Leon," a low, urgent voice breathed on the other end of the line. "They want Birkin's daughter."
With a stab of shock, he recognised the voice almost immediately. But it sounded different, no longer a sultry, silky purr, but fragile and almost... pleading.
"Ada? Where are you?"
"Never mind that," she pressed, her voice low. "Do you have the girl?"
"What's this about?
"I called to warn you... you're both in danger right now."
"What?" he grated. "From who? Where - "
Alarms were ringing in his head, disbelief and distrust vying for primacy; but there was something so earnest - or urgent - in that voice that he was compelled to listen...
"I can't stop them, Leon. I don't think I'll be - able to. But I might be able to hinder him, at least..."
"Ada, slow down," he implored. "What's happening?"
The line crackled. Silence, for a moment -
"I don't know," she answered faintly. "I don't know what they're planning. But it's not safe wherever you are. They're looking for you."
"Who's 'they'?"
"Wesker... Albert Wesker." She paused and took a breath. "A man who works for Umbrella. I was working for him. There might be others too..."
"Wesker," Leon echoed darkly, the name sounding somehow familiar on the tongue. He'd seen or heard it somewhere before.
The S.T.A.R.S. office - that picture on the wall - hadn't he been their captain?
"An undercover agent," Ada went on. "I don't have time to explain..."
"Don't hang up on me!" he hissed, exasperated. None of it was making sense...
"I'll try to find out if he's left Chicago."
"What does he want with her?" he demanded, his hunted eyes snapping suddenly to Sherry, making her shrink back with unease. Something was happening, she knew. Something bad...
"She's a G-virus carrier, Leon," Ada admitted. "She was infected in Raccoon... that girl you were with found something to halt the development. She's still got the virus inside her..."
"Say what?" Leon rasped, incredulous. "I thought it was a vaccine! A... a cure!"
"I'm telling you this because it's the truth. You don't have to believe me... but I advise that you should."
That stony, irrepressible voice again. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but whatever it was he'd been hoping to say had faded. He felt suddenly angry, not wanting to believe, not wanting to consider the warning and the words, the thought that Sherry was -
Infected!
"I believe you," he answered dourly, though he wasn't quite sure if it was truth. There wasn't time to decide. The realisation of Ada's words had begun to form itself into a new and even more horrifying thought -
"Will she be okay?"
Ada had no answer. She didn't know; vaccines weren't her trade... in the end, all she could do was ask him to believe her.
"I know you don't trust me," she replied, "and I don't blame you. Believe me - just this once. I owe you this much, at least."
Leon closed his eyes, answering slowly with a calmness he didn't feel.
"Alright," he said. "What now? I'm at a cabin in the backwoods."
"Stay put then. I'll come to you. I've decided this time... I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"Orchard Lake," he breathed. "Forty K south of Twin Falls... the Clipper Road."
"Wait for me, then. I'll keep my lights on."
The dead tone blared in his ear; he grimaced at it. "What's happening?" Sherry asked, her voice thin and shrill both with distress and anxious curiosity.
"Looks like we're gonna have company," he answered, pulling out the Eagle and glancing at its wide silvery barrel, glittering in the dim starlight. "The 'Pretty Lady' - and her buddy, too, if we're unlucky..."
Sherry didn't understand, but then again, she didn't really want to. Leon was looking at her strangely, and the walls of the room seemed almost to draw in on her, to crowd her. She knew something was wrong, very wrong, but dared not ask what. It was still dark and close, and she thought of the monsters. Were they coming again? Oh, please God, not again...
Or bad people? Somehow they seemed much worse than the monsters, because you couldn't tell just by looking at them...
She wished. Upon the stars, the moon, upon her dead mother and father... upon anything at all. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes and ears and wanted nothing more than to be somewhere else.
17
Sherry woke, what felt like only a few moments later, to the sound of a cell phone, loud and dull in the close room. She looked up, hopefully, but Leon's suddenly tense expression from below informed her that the caller wasn't Claire. She sank back quietly on the bed, not a little disappointed. Claire hadn't called for nearly three days now... or was it four?
"Listen to me Leon," a low, urgent voice breathed on the other end of the line. "They want Birkin's daughter."
With a stab of shock, he recognised the voice almost immediately. But it sounded different, no longer a sultry, silky purr, but fragile and almost... pleading.
"Ada? Where are you?"
"Never mind that," she pressed, her voice low. "Do you have the girl?"
"What's this about?
"I called to warn you... you're both in danger right now."
"What?" he grated. "From who? Where - "
Alarms were ringing in his head, disbelief and distrust vying for primacy; but there was something so earnest - or urgent - in that voice that he was compelled to listen...
"I can't stop them, Leon. I don't think I'll be - able to. But I might be able to hinder him, at least..."
"Ada, slow down," he implored. "What's happening?"
The line crackled. Silence, for a moment -
"I don't know," she answered faintly. "I don't know what they're planning. But it's not safe wherever you are. They're looking for you."
"Who's 'they'?"
"Wesker... Albert Wesker." She paused and took a breath. "A man who works for Umbrella. I was working for him. There might be others too..."
"Wesker," Leon echoed darkly, the name sounding somehow familiar on the tongue. He'd seen or heard it somewhere before.
The S.T.A.R.S. office - that picture on the wall - hadn't he been their captain?
"An undercover agent," Ada went on. "I don't have time to explain..."
"Don't hang up on me!" he hissed, exasperated. None of it was making sense...
"I'll try to find out if he's left Chicago."
"What does he want with her?" he demanded, his hunted eyes snapping suddenly to Sherry, making her shrink back with unease. Something was happening, she knew. Something bad...
"She's a G-virus carrier, Leon," Ada admitted. "She was infected in Raccoon... that girl you were with found something to halt the development. She's still got the virus inside her..."
"Say what?" Leon rasped, incredulous. "I thought it was a vaccine! A... a cure!"
"I'm telling you this because it's the truth. You don't have to believe me... but I advise that you should."
That stony, irrepressible voice again. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but whatever it was he'd been hoping to say had faded. He felt suddenly angry, not wanting to believe, not wanting to consider the warning and the words, the thought that Sherry was -
Infected!
"I believe you," he answered dourly, though he wasn't quite sure if it was truth. There wasn't time to decide. The realisation of Ada's words had begun to form itself into a new and even more horrifying thought -
"Will she be okay?"
Ada had no answer. She didn't know; vaccines weren't her trade... in the end, all she could do was ask him to believe her.
"I know you don't trust me," she replied, "and I don't blame you. Believe me - just this once. I owe you this much, at least."
Leon closed his eyes, answering slowly with a calmness he didn't feel.
"Alright," he said. "What now? I'm at a cabin in the backwoods."
"Stay put then. I'll come to you. I've decided this time... I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"Orchard Lake," he breathed. "Forty K south of Twin Falls... the Clipper Road."
"Wait for me, then. I'll keep my lights on."
The dead tone blared in his ear; he grimaced at it. "What's happening?" Sherry asked, her voice thin and shrill both with distress and anxious curiosity.
"Looks like we're gonna have company," he answered, pulling out the Eagle and glancing at its wide silvery barrel, glittering in the dim starlight. "The 'Pretty Lady' - and her buddy, too, if we're unlucky..."
Sherry didn't understand, but then again, she didn't really want to. Leon was looking at her strangely, and the walls of the room seemed almost to draw in on her, to crowd her. She knew something was wrong, very wrong, but dared not ask what. It was still dark and close, and she thought of the monsters. Were they coming again? Oh, please God, not again...
Or bad people? Somehow they seemed much worse than the monsters, because you couldn't tell just by looking at them...
She wished. Upon the stars, the moon, upon her dead mother and father... upon anything at all. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes and ears and wanted nothing more than to be somewhere else.