Berina grunted as she jumped down from the broken window, Mal on her back made her landing that little less graceful, Drake wasnt far behind, then came Jason carrying Raine and Paul, she glanced back at the two men, "Try and keep up, he's fading...and fast." She hunched down on all fours and sped off with an alarming speed, glad that Mal had atleast the strength within him to hold on.
all the while shalimar had been following her. seens shalimar only leaped great disitans she was unspoted. shalimar jump in front of the girl."well can i come with you. it likly hunders will come if they smell you and your brother and with me being a super human i can get both of you out with 20 mins tops.plus i know how it feel to be care for someone as you care for him. so what do you say?"
Bildo watched them 2 girls run out of the door "Crazy" He shouted after them. Then the mass of Zombies came through the door they left open. Bildo took his shotgun and wasted a few round into the zombies in the gap. A few of them flew backwards and he jumped at the door. He slammed in shut and locked it fast. Soon he could hear the creatures banging on the door. Then he darted up the stairs loading his gun and arrived back at the room. "Dont ask" Bildo said to the on looking roger locking the door. "Now lets get some sleep" He said jumping back into a warm bed.
Originally posted by feralboy
all the while shalimar had been following her. seens shalimar only leaped great disitans she was unspoted. shalimar jump in front of the girl."well can i come with you. it likly hunders will come if they smell you and your brother and with me being a super human i can get both of you out with 20 mins tops.plus i know how it feel to be care for someone as you care for him. so what do you say?"
Morgan stopped and looked at the girl, she leaned over cathing her breath. She looked around the park, it was quiet and cold.
"Um, super human?" she said, arching a brow. "Listen, you got a cig?" she asked.
"sorry i don't but if those thing come back i want you to hold my arm and if your brother is with you have him do the same. We need to get back to the hotel but after 12 noon i am out of here".Shalimar eyes flashed showing the girl she was half cat."befor you running off i was born this way & you do what i ask if you and your brother wants to get out of here. here take this jacket it will keep you warm. so whats your name?"
Malconin remained deep in unconciousness, the perfect place it seemed, as he ran his hands through the white grainy sand and watched the waves lap upon the shore.
"It has been a long time since your last visit here."
Malconin turned to the man who now stood by his side. Looking very much like himself, only with grey hair and pure white eyes, Malconin smiled at Dorrean Valious, his long dead father.
Malconin chuckled. "You'll have to forgive me father, for living. It is not easy to visit the dead, and besides, you know I am not really here...none of this exists."
"Yes, yes, I know, it's all in your mind," his father replied waving the subject away. "You look unhealthy," he commented dryly, taking in Malconin's shredded side and face.
"Granade," replied Malconin simply, "And don't even ask, it's a long story."
"My plans have been laid by you since my death," Dorrean said knowingly, nodding. "And you have come to realise what I had hoped would not be the case."
"That it was a fu*king rediculous idea doomed to failure from the very beginning?"
Dorrean chuckled, "Something like that." His father smiled sadly, a tear running down his withered cheek as he looked deep into Malconin's eyes. "I have missed you so much my son."
"Malconin faught the tears that threatened to rise in his own eyes. "I miss you too, father, but you know I cannot stay."
Lightning crackled around his fathers hands as the old man nodded. "I know. Do me one favour though, when I send you back..."
"Yes?"
"Be a little more careful!"
Malconin smiled ruefully and nodded, before Dorrean slammed his electrified fist into his chest and sent the world within his head spinning.
Malconin's eyes snapped open and the real world flooded back in. He gasped in pain and arched his back, toplling from Berina's shoulders and landing hard on the road. Breathing hard, he gasped, "Water..." His scratchy throat sent him into a coughing fit. "Water," he gasped again when he had recoved. "I...need...water."
Drake was not happy. His friend had just died for all he knew, there were people showing up that he didn't trust as far as he could piss, and his temper was taking control. With every step he took as he ran, Drake got more and more mad. Before he knew what happen, he was matching Berina's speed and about to pass her. His anger definatly had its pro's. "Water....I...need....water." Drake's eyes shot to Mal. He quickly ripped the canteen out of his pocket and dumped it in Mal's face, hopeing that some of it got in his mouth. It would have been hard to give it to him while both Drake and Berina were running, and even harder for Mal to drink it while on Berina's back. "You b@stard! I swear, you pull another stunt like that, and I'll kill you myself." Drake looked at Berina and then in front of them. Zombies were slowly congergating. "About f**king time!!" Drake ducked his head and sped ahead of Berina with the speed of a bat out of hell. With a scream that sounded more like a demon then human, Drake launched himself at the zombies, ripping the closer ones apart with his hands, and shooting the ones that were farther away.
Morgan, spotted the eyes and pushed her. "Get the hell away." she screamed, running through the wood area of the park. She ran pretty fast, her legs carried ehr till she got to pavement and then she stopped. SHe looked around.
"Umbrella..." she stopped and looked at the tall building and started walking.
Travis awoke with a start as the memories of the nights events hit him all at once. So did the pain of his wounds. Travis looked around the room he was in and saw it was his apartment, not far from the precinct. 'Rain...Lianne must have remembered where it was.' He told himself as he got up and dressed in a black pair of cargo pants and a white T-shirt. Travis walked out into the living area to the smell of eggs and bacon. He looked into the kitchen to see Lianne cooking over the stove. "What do we do now? We can't stay here. If you are enhanced then Mal will need you to open that door." Travis said as he stopped next to her. "Y..you don't remember me do? The times we were together over six years ago? How did you get me here to my apartment?" Travis asked as Lianne looked him in the eyes.
Lianne turned and kissed him passionately, leaving him almost dumbfounded as she pulled away, "I remember everything, as we made our way back here my memories started coming back to me in flashes...I remember you...a lot of you." She chuckled and winked, hugging him, "I also remembered your favourite dish...Texas chilli beans with beef and turkey...I got it all as we came here...I love the fact that theres no need for money at the moment, I got all of the food top quality."
Travis was stunned as Lianne kissed him. After she was done speaking he realized there was one question she seemed to avoid. "Lianne, Mal said he needed all of those who were enhanced to get into the underground facility to stop this outbreak. Why did you stay, knowing that it would throw a wrench in his plans?" Travis asked as he walked out of the kitchen area and towards a closet door.
Chrys watched as they left, waiting for nearly ten minutes leaning against the wall. Her thoughts were moving about radically in her head, the urge she had been suppressing for the past three days at its breaking point. Eyelids fluttering wildly about, blue eyes holding a daze, she stumbled down the hall, wincing. Stopping at the entrance of a blood splattered door, she held out both hands against the wall, face looking downward to the spiraling floor.
Without another second of hesitation, Chrys heaved out her insides severely, vomit splashing to the wooden door, chunks running down to the ground. By the time she was finished, she was on her knees, tears lightly falling from the corner of her eyes. It was an automatic response, it couldn’t be helped. Wiping them away quickly, she spit out the tangy acidic saliva from her mouth, brushing a hand across her lips to get rid of any puke.
Walking away from her mess, Chrys started to wander rather aimlessly, her memory of the place having temporarily left her, the queasiness disrupting her thoughts. Lately, she found she had been having bouts of nausea, times when she felt it best to stay in bed, still as stone. But she couldn’t go by her feelings, she had a job to do.
‘Though three days has to be the longest I couldn’t throw up,’ she thought disgusted. She hated puking but even more so, around people. And when she was finally alone for the few minutes given to her at the hospital, the urge had finally left her. ‘Blah…I work too mysteriously for my own damn good.’
Turning a corner, Chrys stooped down next to the supposed gunman, examining his features with apathy. “You entrance me so…and I don’t know why,” Getting comfortable, she crossed her legs. “Never seen you, never heard of you, but why…?” She rolled him over onto his back, making note of the bullet hole in his head. Squinting, she pulled herself a little closer, noting on his shirt, two more bullet holes dead in the center of his chest.
An image flew past her eyes, quickly leaving as it came. Getting to her feet, Chrys walked to another corpse, looking past the bullet hole to their head and into their chest. Sure enough, there were two bullet holes directly in their center. Kneeling down, she looked at the wound, grimacing as she dug her fingers into the point of entry. Pulling fiercely, she took out a bloodied bullet, examining it under the dimming light of the station.
“Magnum bullets…” A quick flare of fury came. Standing upright, she tossed the wasted bullet to the ground, scanning the area anxiously. She recognized the shooting pattern, she had seen it before, seen who had done it. ‘But they couldn’t have done it…not this time.’ Grinding her teeth, Chrys took her beretta from its holster, eyes darting to a silver doorknob.
With a fierce expression, Chrys lashed out a combat boot to the door, kicking the knob into the wall, slamming the dented circular metal into the olive marble wall. Readying her gun, she pummeled a shoulder into the door, knocking the stairwell open swiftly, making it easy for her to ascend up the stairs…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The sudden emergence of over a dozen stumbling corpses disrupted the path of the manic crew. Drake didn’t seem perturbed, instead, running head on into the crowd, Jason letting Paul and Raine down as he took out weaponry of his own. Berina seemed to be in wonder whether or not to continue on to the hospice with Malconin or fight the crowd as they continued to grow.
Paul figured he’d fight, taking out his beretta and with the little ammo left, shooting at any oncoming zombies nearby. Glancing to Raine, he motioned her towards a nearby building. She got the message, dropping her jaw in shock. “Paul, I’ve taken down almost twenty of these things on my own, what makes you think I can’t do the same now?”
Paul tossed the wasted clip over his shoulder, quickly replacing it with one of few left. Looking as if the answer was obvious, he continued to fire as he talked. “Because these happen to be a little more than twenty zombies. Save your ammo for now, hide out in that building.”
“But-”
Paul pointed his beretta to her. “Now!”
Rolling her eyes, Raine ran off to the side, pushing through the glass doors of a building illuminated in blue light. She scanned the area for any zombies, looking around at bullet ridden corpses and multicolored glass bits decorating the floor. “Seems safe enough…nothing to be paranoid over…” She started to back up, her eyes focused on the door and the group of combatants outside. Breathing heavily, she moved back steadily. “Nothing’s in here…crowds outside…no big deal, every-” She stopped, feeling herself back up into a figure.
Taking out her beretta, Raine pivoted around instantly, lowering her gun slowly after. She had bumped into a man, a little bit over six feet, looking a little older than Chrys but younger than Paul. He was slightly pale but no bite wound was in sight, his attire was completely black, one sleeve ripped and revealing a strange black spiraling tattoo over a muscular arm. His hair was messy, not too long, stark white bordering on silver. He held a handsome face but what were most noticeable were his eyes, electric blue…and cold. Cold to the point of tears.
Raine ignored the shiver coursing down her spine, instead looking to him cautiously. “Are you a survivor? I have…friends you can come with.”
At hearing her voice, the stranger relaxed, looking her up and down. He walked up to her, in an impossible move, taking her beretta from her fingertips and pointing it in between her eyes. “Not exactly…”
‘Crap.’ Raine immediately lashed out, knocking his hand aside and aiming a punch to the center of his chest. He caught her fist, amused as she continued relentlessly on her assault, he blocking and parrying every blow she made. Getting bored, he caught an elbow to the chest, whipping her around and tying her hands behind her back.
Raine, now caught up, did the only thing left to do. Opening her mouth, she started to scream, the stranger placing a palm over her mouth before she could let out a breath. “Calm yourself…” Picking up her flailing figure, he walked with a scowl over to a blue elevator, its lights on a constant flicker. He bumped his shoulder into a button, managing to hit the 6 button and sending the pair upwards.
With a cheerful ding, the ride stopped, Raine still struggling in the stranger’s iron hold. Ignoring her wild kicks outwards, he walked out the elevator with a strange calm, pushing open a close by door. The room was average in size, two walls covered in lockers, the back wall being a tall glass window. Carrying her into the room, he kicked the door shut behind him, figuring about now would be a good time to place her down.
Before he did so, he turned her into his direction, grasping onto her arms tightly. “Promise not to scream and I let you go. Make a word and you fall six stories, understood?” Raine looked at him defiantly, untrustingly, moving furiously in his arms. Reading the look in her eyes, he rolled his. “Oh please, I’m not petty. I’m not going to rape you or anything of that sort…” He let go of her, looking to Raine as if she were a nuisance. “…Twit.”
Raine held onto her bruised arms, pouting to the stranger. “I won’t fuggin scream…I’d much rather shoot you,” Massaging onto her fist, she frowned. “What do you want of me?”
The stranger placed a finger to her nose. “I recognize your voice and I wish to ask merely a question. Have you seen a woman…hair, brown bordering on blonde, eyes she could only wish to be as cold as mine…?” At seeing Raine show no recognition, he made a skeptical face. “A bit of a b*tch at times?”
“Chrys!” The name left Raine’s lips automatically.
The stranger rose his eyebrows. “There we go! Where have you last seen her?”
“At the TV station…but what, who the hell are you?”
The stranger nodded his head, mumbling beneath his breath. Focusing back to Raine, he sighed. “I’m a comrade of hers from the hospital, one of the few who survived. I think she’ll be a little more than excited at seeing me alive…” He had started to walk to the window, looking through the twelve foot glass.
“Really, huh, I bet. So what’s your name?”
The stranger punched the window, glass shattering outwards and to the ground. He kicked out the rest, allowing a foul wind to blow through the room. He glanced back to Raine. “I never let my name out…twit,” Smirking, he turned his back to the open view. “But you can call me Ice…everyone else does. As for this…encounter, you can think of it as an illusion.”
Raine scrunched her brows. “An illusion?” Placing a finger to his lips, he plummeted backwards from the window, six stories down to the ground. Raine instantly ran forward, looking out onto the ground but seeing nothing but glass. Stepping away, gulping wide eyed, she nodded. “Yep, an illusion. Never was, never will be…” Exiting the room, she made her way back down stairs and back to the battle, hoping to forget the stranger with the ice cold eyes.
Originally posted by ImmortalSamurai
Travis was stunned as Lianne kissed him. After she was done speaking he realized there was one question she seemed to avoid. "Lianne, Mal said he needed all of those who were enhanced to get into the underground facility to stop this outbreak. Why did you stay, knowing that it would throw a wrench in his plans?" Travis asked as he walked out of the kitchen area and towards a closet door.
"Because regardless of what Mr. Fantastic aka Malconin Valious has done to me...he doesnt own me and order me around like he does all his minions. I'll be there but when I need to be...for now...I'm with you." She said as she dished up their food and brought it out to him.
Travis nodded as he took the bowl of food and opened the closet door. 'She still acts like herself.' he thought as he walked into the room to reveal his small armory. As he ate he mentally noted what weapons he would take when it was time to leave the safety of his apartment. Travis walked back out into the living area to see Lianne giving him an incredulous look. "What? It never hurts to be prepared." He said defensively as he sat down on the couch across from her. "There are a few things i need to confess. I just hope you are ready to hear them."
Chrys stopped herself on the sixtieth floor, gaining her breath back as she leaned against the door. She could have just made it onto the last level, it would probably have the equipment she was in search of, possible even at a better value but she was too exhausted to run up several more flights of stairs.
“Sorry, but I have my limits,” she muttered to no one in particular. Letting herself into the orange tinted corridor, Chrys felt a calm grow inside her at seeing the walls opposite her, each serving to be a long glass pane overlooking the setting sun. It was beautiful, even more so in her fatigued state. The floor itself had pale pink walls reflecting the rays of the sun, the light from the ceiling an effervescent white.
Walking into the corridor, she played her fingertips along the cool glass, not wishing to look down onto the streets to see the carnage below, preferring the temporary sunny illusion then to the decaying life of reality. Sighing, she started to turn a corner, only stopping at hearing a heavy footstep come from a doorway she had walked past. She had been so absorbed by outside, she hadn’t taken the time to analyze her surroundings.
Turning around, forlorn in her eyes as to what to expect, she held back a grimace at seeing a huge hulking pale green amphibious figure walk from the doorway. On the floor, it dragged an impossibly long claw, nails heavily stained with blood. At seeing her, it let out a roar, revealing its jagged lethal teeth, chunks of flesh stuck in between cracks.
‘A hunter…what more could a girl ask for?’ Her beretta would be more useless than effective, serving more to piss it off than maim it. Chrys’s thoughts ran to using her katana but she quickly dismissed it, not wanting to risk her head being bitten off during melee. “Ah, what the hell?” Taking her beretta from its holster, she fired to the creature, bullets managing to lodge part way into its skin.
“Damnit,” Chrys shook her head, smiling ruefully as she started to run backwards with all the speed she could gather, the creature hot on her trail. Turning forward, she fired over her shoulder, shaking her head as she fled. “I hate being right.” Holstering her beretta, she whipped around through another intersection, running rapidly through the deceitfully sunny corridor.
Halfway through, Chrys stopped, hand resting on the hilt of her katana. She lost the will to run and figured she would kill the creature or die trying. ‘Most likely the latter…’ The creature, at seeing her pause, stopped feet away from her and let out a roar, saliva spraying from its mouth. Chrys remained icy calm, grip tightening around the hilt of her weapon, guessing she would have to die sooner or later. ‘And if this will be the thing to kill me, so be it.’
Shrugging, Chrys prepared to pull her katana from its sheath, only stopping at hearing a gun being readied. Lowering her guard, she risked a glance to the side, seeing the opening of a gun to the window. Her eyes nearly bugged out from her head, considering she was sixty stories upwards. ‘Must have finally went round the bend…’
Pegging the weapon an illusion, Chrys brought her focus back to the creature. However, at seeing a bullet fly through the window and ricochet from the wall, her hand went numb on the hilt. A second bullet flew through, repelling off the wall and flying past Chrys’s ear. With a twisted crunching sound, the glass shattered, a small black ball being thrown into the center of the hunter and Chrys.
Chrys widened her eyes. “Grenade!” It went off, but an explosion didn’t appear. Instead, thick, grey, tear bringing smoke came, suffocating Chrys’s lungs and bringing her to her knees into a coughing fit, eyes swelled up with tears. She brought her hands over her mouth, coughing severely but another hand snatched one of hers away, pulling her to her feet.
Suddenly, Chrys felt herself being pulled rapidly down the hall, by whom, she wasn’t sure. Her head was still pounding from the smoke, her vision all but a haze. Struggling to keep up with her supposed rescuer, with her free hand she wiped vigorously at her eyes, halting in her action at hearing a voice.
“Go figure I’d be saving your ass…”
Blinking, Chrys stumbled along after the stranger, feeling around his hand, blue eyes displaying shock at feeling a cold metal circle around his finger. Yanking her hand away, she stood in the hallway, her vision clearing up. Despite herself, a gasp left her lips, the stranger before her all too familiar. Cold eyes, nickel plated desert eagles holstered to each side, rich katana’s across his back, a small solitary silver earring in one ear.
Chrys was too stunned for words, only able to make the sign of the cross. She shook her head in a state of heavy disbelief, her words coming out shaky. “But…I…I…no, I killed you.”
He looked to her as if the idea was ludicrous, exclaiming loudly. “YOU killed me?”
Nodding her head, Chrys shakily placed her hand on the hilt of her katana. “I…back at the hospital,” She sputtered, nervous to tears. “I killed you.”
“YOU killed me?” He still couldn’t get over the idea, it seemed too rich for him.
Losing her bumbling persona, Chrys unsheathed her katana, placing the blade to the tip of his neck. She was getting tired of hearing him on repeat. “Yes, Kaseus, I killed you! I threw a f*cking grenade at your footsteps, I saw you dead!”
Kaseus rose an eyebrow, gingerly lowering the blade away from his neck. “Silly Chrys…you don’t know what the hell you saw.”
Chrys lowered her blade and sheathed it. Speaking relatively calm, she agreed. “That may be so…” Her tone quickly grew venomous, she pointing an accusatory finger to his chest. “But I know what the F*CK I saw, and I SAW you dead. I saw ME kill YOU.”
Kaseus shook his head, looking to the window. “Silly luv…” He turned away casually, walked down the corridor. “How could you kill what was already dead…?”
Narrowing her eyes to his back, Chrys held back the impulse to toss her katana through his skull. Instead, she followed after, walking by his side. “Explain that one out for me…”
Travis pause wondering how to tell Lianne about everything.
"Lianne when i joined the UBCS with you i was working undercover for an Anti-Umbrella group known as Team 66. I was supplying them with information about different labs, experiments, and scientists. I truly loved you and the thought of lying to you has haunted everyday since your death. A few months after the incident I had a couple of flings with Berina Valious, i believe you know her. She had been experimented on by Umbrella, and I was ordered to watch over her. We both had lost those we loved most and found comfort in each other. Since she was the Leader of Team 66 I naturally helped her escape, and i have been on Umbrella's shit list since. They have sent ten assassins and i have sent back 9 in pieces. The last had been an honorable man and after a fair fight we fought to a draw. He went back to Umbrella with the device we were all implanted with."
Travis paused as he lifted up his shirt to reveal a six inch scar along his right side. "Our mutual friend Agent Hunk. He told me before he left that i fought for the right reasons and if he had a choice in the matter he would fight alongside me, but Umbrella really has him by the balls. I have been here for two years since then, and I am ready to go to any lengths to get us outta here, but first we need to find Mal and Berina so they can push that damned button and stop armageddon!" Travis said as he looked at Lianne. "I won't make any excuses and i can't honestally say i have regrets. Whatever you feel like doing to me do it so we can get all of this behind us."
Lianne nodded as he spoke, taking in everyword and then pausing as he finished, "I realised something strange when we were together, you seemed on edge sometimes and it freaked me out a little...but now...I understand and theres nothing that could make me mad at you for confessing. Hell I would've been happy with a sudden confession when we're gray and old years from now."