Fire And Water | By : Leona Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Spence’s wife had struck the monitor instead of Rain as expected. Matt let out a sigh of relief at the absence of the computer’s nagging voice. The lights went out and the Licker disappeared as well, cutting his relief short. The door clicked open behind them. Spence’s wife brought her axe to the ready. An arm reached around, followed by a familiar face. A welcome one, at that.
“Kaplan,” everyone exclaimed in surprise.
“The bitch wouldn’t open the door, so I had to fry her,” he said with a wry grin.
The Licker burst through the glass then, lighting a fire under Matt’s feet. He grabbed Rain and ran past Kaplan. “What the fuck was that,” the man yelled.
“Long story,” shouted Spence’s wife, already down the hall.
The train was not far off, thankfully. Matt could barely keep up the pace while supporting Rain’s rag doll body with one arm. He gave up and picked her up in a cradling position. “Excuse me,” he said in apology.
She blinked slowly at him, her dark irises barely visible below her heavy eyelids. “S’ok,” she murmured thickly.
As they boarded their escape vehicle, he set her down against the wall. “Are you comfortable?”
“Much as I can be,” she slurred. Matt felt a lump rise in his throat. They were so close to freedom and she was nearly gone.
Rain knew she wasn’t going to make it. Even as Blondie injected the antivirus into her bloodstream, she knew she was too close to death for it to make a difference. “I don’t want to be one of those things... walking around without a soul.”
“You won’t.”
“When the time comes, you’ll take care of it,” she stammered, indicating the pistol.
“No one else is going to die,” said Blondie. Riiiiight. Rain tried to roll her eyes but found that they already seemed to be rolling involuntarily. She managed to hand Spencer’s ex her watch, which read eight minutes until lockdown. Her eyelids felt too heavy. She decided to rest them, and found herself drifting away until the snap of Blondie’s cocked gun coaxed her back to consciousness. Talk about trigger-happy. Her arm flew to the woman’s wrist with speed she didn’t know she could still muster.
“I’m not dead yet,” Rain said in a low voice. But close. “I think I’ll have that back.”
She glanced up at Matt, who was backed against the wall of the train, looking terrified. Grow a pair, she thought with a sneer. As if in response, the Licker’s claws suddenly ripped through the metal with a piercing screech, sinking deep into Matt’s arm. Rain knew she couldn’t take much more of this. The last thing she saw was Matt’s look of agony when he clapped his hand over the deep lacerations in his shoulder...
He didn’t have the words to describe the pain he was in. It was as if the Licker was electrically charged. Matt’s muscles convulsed without his permission as the creature tore through the train like paper and tossed Kaplan into the tunnel. Holy fucking shit, we’re toast. He slammed the door to the train controls shut, temporarily holding the beast back. Not for long, however. It burst through just seconds later, knocking him to the ground.
Spence’s wife saw him, held up her handgun, and pelted the creature with bullets. It screamed shrilly, but there was little other effect. We’re toast, Matt frantically thought again. Somehow he managed to struggle to his feet and, noticing a bundle of loose pipes hanging from the ceiling, made his way to them. The Licker’s tongue shot out and grabbed Spence’s wife by the ankle just as he swung the pipes toward it. The creature recoiled and the woman, acting quickly, pinned its prehensile tongue to a grate in the floor with a fallen pipe. “Open the doors,” she shrieked.
Doors, right, doors... Matt whirled around and nearly lost his balance when he saw what was approaching him. He stood there, petrified, not hearing anything but his own pulse in his ears. The undead Rain lunged at him.
A tiny portion of Rain’s former consciousness flickered back into use just seconds after she had closed her eyes for the last time. There was no memory, no speech, no command, just instincts. Breathing, movement, eating. Her body stood on its own. Her eyes opened, revealing a hazy scene, as if she had spent too many hours in a chlorinated pool. Time was moving at half-speed. There was a thing in front of her. It was moving. There was a name for it. The small remainder of her mind could not remember it. M-... a m-... a man. MAN.
Instantly her brain registered that this... man was the solution to the innate desire for, what was it, food? Her blurred vision focused on the exposed muscle on his shoulder. She reached for it, mouth wide in anticipation. Food.
Meanwhile, the tiny bit of her former self was working desperately to make sense of these new developments. She could remember nothing before the food-man, but this small part of her mind knew there was something else before. Something. Man. Food. No, not food. Her tiny consciousness drew on every remaining mental resource as her body attacked the food-man of its own volition. There was something about the food-man...
Her feeble mind and hazy vision came into focus simultaneously. MATT. Man Matt. Man is Matt. She did not know who this Matt was, but her brain screamed that he was not food. Matt was pointing something at her. She cocked her head as her primitive thoughts scrambled to explain.
They were too slow. Matt squeezed the trigger and the bullet ripped through her brain, whipping her head back. Her body stumbled back, sliding down the wall behind her. Matt... The tiny flicker of her former mind disappeared.
Matt stared back and forth from the gun in his hand to the dead woman propped against the wall. He swallowed hard and reminded himself that he had no choice. “I’m so sorry, Rain,” he murmured.
His ears rang as he turned around and stared at the fireball below the train that was once the Licker. Rain’s last deed had been to fall against the maintenance door button, saving the two remaining survivors from the creature. Matt dazedly reached over and pushed the button again. The creature’s tongue was severed as the doors shut and left the two survivors in silence.
Turning back to Rain, Matt knelt in front of her. Silently, the woman in red sat beside him and took the soldier’s limp hand. “She saved us.”
Matt ignored her, lost in his thoughts. He brought his hand up to Rain’s face. Why did you have to die this way? How could they create such a virus? How could they do this to their own people?
He was jarred from his thoughts as the train began to slow, preparing for its last stop at the Spencer Mansion. He glanced over to see the only surviving woman, antivirus in hand, watching him. “I remembered my name,” she said quietly. “It’s Alice.”
The train came to a halt with thirty seconds left on the clock. Matt reluctantly left Rain’s side and followed Alice up the stairs as the thick doors sealed off The Hive behind them. He paused and looked back, feeling numb. “Come on,” said Alice. He forced himself to follow her through the mansion, though he once again realized his arm was throbbing with pain. As they approached the front door, she collapsed. “I failed.”
“Listen to me,” Matt said, his hand on hers. “There was nothing else you could have done. The corporation’s guilty here, not you! We finally have the proof and that way Umbrella c-... they can’t...” He grunted, feeling the pain in his arm increase. “We can fight... unh...”
His arm had begun to spasm again. His vision became spotted and he lay down, cradling his infected arm. A roaring filled his head. Dimly he heard Alice say, “I’m not losing you!”
White things closed around him. Alice was screaming his name. He struggled weakly against the strong arms that lifted him onto a stretcher. “He’s mutating,” said an ominous voice. “I want him in the Nemesis program.” Nemesis...?
He was barely able to lift his head and catch a glimpse of Alice fighting her way toward him as the biohazard unit wheeled him out of her sight. He became acutely aware of the pain in his arm and the fact that his muscles were flexing involuntarily. He looked down and was terrified to see what his limb had started to become. His veins were now clearly visible and the gashes had begun to split further.
He could no longer feel the pain now, but what he saw sickened him beyond belief. There were small fleshy tendrils snaking out of the rips in his arm. He’s mutating. The voice echoed in his mind as he turned his head to the side and vomited fiercely.
“Give him this,” said the same ominous voice. His chest felt as if they had cut it open. No, stabbed, he realized. They had injected something into his heart. With his last thoughts, he made the connection. They didn’t need him alive. He was infected. Soon he would be one of the zombies that infested The Hive. As the poison seeped though his blood, shutting down his body, visions of Lisa, Alice, and Rain flashed through his memory. Then, much like Rain’s had, his mind went dark. Moments later, a tiny portion regained consciousness, leaving behind his memories and his human self.
All he knew was Umbrella.
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