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Resident Evil: Project Venus	By : Carlos_Danger Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 7586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had seemed like she would never get there, but up ahead, on the steep, rocky, point, the grove finally came to an abrupt end.
Though Jill's relief was mixed.
In stark contrast to the tropical surroundings, the trees opened up into acres of level, green, lawn. Not only was it as far from the natural landscape as it could get, but it looked as if the top of the island had been sheered off to make way for the colonial palace.
Four towering white obelisks framed the grounds, capped in polished gold. Along the wide walkway, perfectly manicured hedges framed flowing marble fountains, each looking as if they cost more than she made in a year. But the front of the sprawling estate was mostly grass. Gardens on the sides angled in toward the center, drawing focus toward the house.
The plantation manor was built up on a trapezoidal mound, elevated from the lawn. High white columns supported a low-sloped triangular roof, embellished with flowing woodwork beneath the eaves. On the second story, a broad balcony wrapped around the house, fronted with elaborate ironwork, the details of which she couldn't fully make out in the moonlight. Through the windows, Jill could see a warm glow of light illuminating the interior, refracting delicate patterns of red and gold.
If it were anywhere else, she would have called it beautiful.
But the place was no paradise to her. Through the shining facade, the house seeped death and decay. In her mind, she pictured monstrous, black, tentacles, creeping out from beneath the white manor and reaching down into the soil beneath her feet. Corruption seemed to spread in the air around it, leeching some long-forgotten evil back into the world.
Jill had to pull her thoughts away. It was just a house. And in that house, her objective was waiting. And somewhere nearby, her team was waiting.
She took out her pistol and shrouded the muzzle with her hand. In a quick pair, she flashed the laser into the trees across the lawn, then crouched low in the darkness.
Two flashes came in response.
Her heart swelled.
Not waiting a moment, she started around the edge of the sprawling lawn, quickly making her way through the grove. In her excitement, she had to force herself to remember her bearing. The infected were still out there. They might not be clever, but they might be quiet. And as much as she would like to kill every last one of the sick bastards, even if Claire and Rebecca had full combat loads, there were still too many of them.
Before long, she heard a soft call from the brush.
"Over here."
Claire's voice was a beacon in the night.
Deep in the shadows, she caught the pale glow of skin. Focusing, she could make out two squatting figures, clad in black. She nearly sprinted to them.
As she reached them, she fell to her knees. Arms wrapped around her. She grabbed on tight to the friends she thought she would never see again.
"I thought you were gone", Rebecca sighed against her.
"Not me. I was pretty sure you're immortal", Claire joked in relief. "Now I know you are."
After so much anticipation, Jill found herself with nothing to say. And that was fine. In that moment, everything was right with the world.
"Oh my god, you're hurt", Rebecca burst in fright, pulling back at the sight of Jill's wrap.
"No", she reflexively played it down. "It's fine. It's nothing you can't fix."
"Let me look."
Claire moved back, watching with close concern as Rebecca removed the wrap and inspected the wound. Reaching into her kit, she pulled out an olive-green cylinder and sprayed the contents onto Jill's side.
Jill clenched her teeth as she emptied the can. At first, the medicine burned like fire. But after a few moments, the pain subsided, leaving her with a pleasant numbness. She looked down at the once jagged puncture to see that it was now completely closed.
"Better?" Rebecca's voice was pleasant again.
"Yeah", Jill sighed, realizing how much pain she had been in.
She took a few moments to let the relief pass over her. In the silent shadows, with her team beside her, she felt like she had come home.
After giving her some time, Claire broke in.
"So I guess you found out about the gimps. I don't know what the contagion did to them, but those fuckers don't like to die."
The mention ripped Jill out of her comfort. Claire talked about them so casually. She must have killed them from a distance.
"... I did", Jill's voice came hollow.
"We put down eight of them before we went quiet", Rebecca said. "HQ seemed pretty adamant about keeping a distance though, so we backed off."
Jill sat silently, her eyes drifting a mile away.
Her demeanor caught the attention of the other two, and Claire decided to dig in.
"Are you down about killing them?", she probed softly. But not getting an answer, she went on. "I felt bad about it at first too. But the way they were, they couldn't have been long for the world. I know it sounds fucked up, but I feel like we did them a favor."
Suddenly changing her tune, Claire's solemn expression cracked with a morose chuckle.
"Or is this about the shirt?"
She poked Jill in the tit.
Jill snapped around. Her eyes flared as she swatted Claire's arm away with a ringing smack. Claire drew sharply back, visibly shocked and concerned.
"What?", she quickly spurted. "I was just joking."
Rebecca leaned in close, inspecting her face with wide, searching, eyes.
"Did they bite you", her words rushed.
"No. They... They didn't bite me", Jill stammered, looking away.
She thought that when she reunited with Rebecca and Claire, everything would be alright. But she wasn't feeling alright. After a short reprieve, it was all flooding back into her head. She felt like she was still pinned beneath them. The smell of their breath... Their crushing strength hopelessly overpowering her ... The way her body betrayed her in the final moment...
"No!", she snapped, too loudly.
Rebecca pulled away.
"Okay", she relented, quickly scanning around before turning back. "But... Are you okay?"
Jill didn't know how to answer. They hadn't hurt her. She had gotten far worse in the helicopter. But it wasn't a missile that gripped and scattered her thoughts.
How could she say it? Was she supposed to tell them that their team leader couldn't handle four unarmed men? That she cried when they put her ankles behind her head? Claire and Rebecca would never look at her the same way again.
She couldn't stand how helpless it made her feel. She was a soldier. She'd been shot, stabbed, blown up, and thrown out of a fucking helicopter. Why was it rattling her?
"I..." She struggled for the truth but landed on an easier lie. "Yes. I'm fine."
"No", Claire instantly called her out. "You're not fine. Talk to us."
Jill knew she was going to have to give them the truth. She was stronger than hiding behind a lie. And they needed to know. If she didn't tell them, she would be letting them walk blindly into it.
She put her hand to the ground and slumped down to a seat. As she tried to force the words, her voice came cracked and broken.
"I... I didn't get bit", she began weakly. "But I fought them. Close quarters. ... Six of them."
Claire and Rebecca stared in stunned silence.
Jill continued slowly.
"The first one came alone. I killed it with my knife. It didn't go down easy, but it went down." She nodded distantly, as if she were watching herself from afar.
Tears began to shroud her eyes. It felt like a stone was lodged in her throat. She couldn't understand why it was so hard. They were just words. But every syllable was like a needle in her heart.
"Then the others came...", she pushed through in strained squeaks, her eyes reflecting her horror. "And there were too many... They knocked me down. They held me on the ground... They tore off my clothes."
Claire instantly recoiled her hands, horrified at what she had done. Rebecca looked as if she might bawl.
"They didn't", Jill was quick to reassure them. "They tried, but... someone was there. I thought it was you."
Claire shook her head, mouth agape.
"I don't know who it was, but..." Jill reached into her pocket. "They left this."
She held up the silver key.
"And I don't know what it's for, but it has some kind of advanced security features." Her pitch began to rise and her words became rushed. "Maybe it's the key to the manor, or to something inside. I don't know. I don't know, but we have to find out. We have to go in and get her out of there. We can't leave her. We-"
As she neared babbling, Claire cut her off.
"We're going to get her out", she stated with a final certainty that stopped Jill mid-sentence. Claire began unfastening the straps of her vest. "Just take some deep breaths, alright?"
Jill tried to slow her racing mind. Back to her mission. Back to her training. Back to her center. This wasn't her. She didn't panic. She had always been the calm eye in the center of the storm. And maybe it was something she had come to take for granted, but not anymore. She would find that balance, and she would hold it. They were depending on her.
"Here, drink some water." Rebecca passed her a canteen.
She only sipped at first. But as the cool water opened her parched throat, she had to remind herself that it was for two.
Claire set down her vest and took off her black tank top, handing it to Jill. She took it without hesitation, hastily slipping the thin garment over her head and wiggling it onto her bare body. When it was on, she still gripped and pulled at the fabric, pressing it tight against her.
As Claire put her vest back on, Jill felt a surge of guilt. Claire wasn't afraid. Rebecca was holding it together. But her... She had fallen apart. She owed it to her team to be a leader. She was the leader. But in the moment, she felt like a shell-shocked rookie, useless as they carried her weight. It wasn't right.
She began to pull her mind back into focus.
"Thanks", she said heavily, looking to both of them as she passed back the canteen. "I think I just needed to..."
'"Of course", Rebecca took up on her pause, her kind face reflecting Jill's pain.
"...But we have to keep moving," Jill continued, getting back to a knee and shaking off the clinging black haze.
Claire's face brightened. Rebecca nodded and stood, securing her kit.
"I'm light on ammo though", Jill informed, taking out her half-empty mag. "How are you set?"
"Still green", Claire answered, taking a mag of 9mm from her pouch and passing it to Jill.
"Me too", Rebecca followed, offering one of her backups.
It felt wrong, but without her kit, Jill could only put them in her pockets. She popped in a full mag and split the others up, one on each side so she didn't walk around rattling.
With them as secure as they were going to be, she got to her feet.
"Alright", she started. Her slumped posture straightened and her misty eyes set again like cold steel. "I don't want to keep her waiting. We're going in the front door, hard and fast. Stay on me. We sweep room by room until we find her. ... But..."
Jill paused, furrowing her brow.
"Fuck. Where are we on evac?"
"We've still got about thirty minutes", Rebecca answered. "A SEAL team in Zodiacs will be waiting near a cove on the Western shore. They'll have another helo in the air, but they don't want to send it in unless they have to."
Jill chambered a round as the possibilities ran through her head. It was good enough.
"We can work with that. At worst, we'll have to go for a swim."
The team nodded in agreement.
"Claire, keep an eye on the second floor as we come up. They could flood that balcony in no time. Rebecca, take point, cover the approach. I'll take three to nine. Let's go."
The three moved out in swift unison, Rebecca leading the way. As they came out of the brush, they spread out. Claire drifted left, her rifle fixed tight on the balcony. Jill kept her eyes to the trees, watching for any sign of ambush.
But halfway across the sprawling lawn, she began to feel that something wasn't right. It shouldn't be so quiet. Whoever was in there, they had means. They had missiles. They had biological weapons. But they didn't have a single guard around the manor.
"Stay alert. This is too easy."
As they drew closer, Jill moved up to the front and motioned them to check the windows. They rushed onto the porch and spread across the front of the house.
Through windows near the door, she could see a huge foyer, but no sign of movement upstairs or down. Rebecca scanned the ones on the right, her MP5 sweeping quickly over each before moving on. Jill looked back to Claire, seeing that she was finding nothing either.
It only made her more nervous. She'd felt this before. Just like the bunker outside Mong Yang. It was a trap.
She waved her team back and checked the door.
The tall, white, double doors were not made of the wood that they appeared to be. While she couldn't see any sign of traps, the heavy steel wasn't going to be kicked in, or even shot in. They would have to go another way. But as her eyes passed over the polished brass handles, she noticed an intricate pattern raised on the faceplate.
It matched the design on the key.
She pulled the key from her pocket and showed Claire and Rebecca.
"Now we know what it's for."
"Then what are we waiting for", Claire pushed.
Jill wasn't sure why she was waiting. Or at least she didn't want to acknowledge it. Taking a deep breath, she slid the key into the lock and turned it to a click.
Her comlink vibrated in her pocket.
She stopped to see that her teammates were receiving communications as well. Together, they took them out and opened the channel.
"Well, hello there."
Jill could hardly believe her eyes. Though he had gotten very fat, and his face was strangely mishappen, there was no doubt. It was Rick Ellis, in a snow-white suit and hat.
"Rick Ellis", Jill sneered. "I guess you're ready to go in the ground for good."
The moon-faced man grinned and shook his head.
"My, my... Manners, girl", he spoke down to her in a sickly-sweet Louisiana accent. "They will get you a long way in this world. And being as you are an unannounced guest in my home, in the middle of the night, I would have thought you'd show a little more gratitude for my gracious hospitality."
Claire looked to Jill, ready to tear smug bastard a new asshole, but Jill waved her down. They were coming in too hot. They were ready for a fight, and they would probably still have one, but not if there was another way.
"Then let me try again. Hand her over now and maybe someone else will put you in the ground."
Ellis leaned away from the camera, showing a cocky smirk. Jill could see a wall behind him, not a manor wall, or even a wall above ground. It was the bedrock of the island.
The camera circled him as he turned. In the blur of motion, Jill caught what appeared to be several people chained in alcoves in the walls. Her heart beat faster. As the camera slowed, she saw that Ellis stood beside a young woman. The poor girl was naked, except for a harness of black leather straps that wasn't meant to cover anything. On top of a table carved from the stone, she was bound tight, balled up with her bare ass in the air.
Jill wanted to gut the sick bastard right there. But as the camera came around to the front of the girl, the blood drained from her face.
"You motherfucker!", Claire screamed. "Touch her again and I'll cut your fucking balls off!"
Jill was too stunned to speak. It was Ashley Grahm. The President's daughter. Tied up and gagged like a roast pig. Jill stared in horror as she pulled against her restraints, sobbing and squirming as Ellis taunted her, lightly tracing his fingers over her back.
"As you can see", he stated casually, "she's a fine guest. So I don't think I'll be parting with her just yet. Though I must say, after a crash course in etiquette, you three might just outshine her."
His voice suddenly lost its saccharin.
"So do come in. I look forward to the pleasure of your company."
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