You Saved Me (Resident Evil) #wattys2015

You Saved Me~Chapter Twenty Six

*Chris's POV*

"Piers? As in the one who died in that underwater facility Piers?"

O'Connor appeared stunned out of his mind. Who could blame him though? Piers really was thought to be dead.

The glass started coming down. Water poured over the rim of the glass tube, soaking the floor and our boots. By the time it was done, the water was almost up to our knees, even with it running out through the bars on the door we had come through.

Piers fell into the water, catching himself on his hands and knees. His shoulders were trembling, his breathing was labored as he choked out some of the water that had kept him preserved in the tube.

I turned to O'Connor. "Hold my gun."

Fear flooded his eyes. "No, Captain! That isn't your partner anymore. He's a B.O.W. We have to kill him."

I took one step closer to O'Connor, baring my teeth and showing anger in my eyes in an act of authority. "I said take the gun. Don't make me tell you twice."

O'Connor stood up straight and lifted his chin as he grabbed the gun. I could tell he wasn't happy about it.

I turned back to Piers. He was still on his hands and knees. I walked towards him slow, sending small ripples through the water still remaining on the floor.

He didn't move, even when I put my hands on his shoulders as I knelt down in front of him.

"Piers."

He twitched under my grip. He slowly raised his eyes to meet my own.

*Helena's POV*

Jill was still pretty shaken up from the incident with the three B.O.W.s. We had stayed in that room for a very long time afterwards, not saying much of anything.

Now we were finding our way through the rooms that were attached to the trap area. The first one we walked into was a small living area with a huge flat screen TV on one wall. Across from that was a pool table with a bright light hanging over it. The balls were all arranged perfectly.

I walked over to the table and grabbed the pool stick. I picked it up, slamming it into the balls as hard as I could. They went rolling everywhere.

They had no right to anything in this place. Especially anything nice. They were killing innocent people.

For good measure I snapped the pool stick in two by slamming it up against the wall repeatedly. When I was done, I turned around to see where Jill had went.

I had missed the bar full of alcohol in the back. Jill had a huge bottle of scotch, trying her damndest to get the bottle open. Her face was bent into a look of pure concentrated rage.

Finally the cork flew out of the hole. She raised the bottle to her lips and choked down several huge swigs before she brought it back down to the counter. She stood there, shaking and breathing heavily for a few minutes before her face twisted and she threw the bottle into the wall.

Tiny shards of glass pattered down to the floor. It sounded almost like rain. The wallpaper had a huge stain of alcohol right in the middle of it.

I ran over the glass, flying around the corner of the bar. Jill was crying. I ran to her and put my arms around her, trying desperately to comfort her. "Shhhhh. It's okay. We've got this."

We stood like that for a while. When Jill was finally calmed down, she pulled away from me and used one of her gloved hands to wipe the tears off of her face.

"Alright. Let's finish checking these rooms out. Then we'll go gut the bastards that are sick enough to do this."

The next room was a small kitchen. Jill made me sit down at the table while she searched the cabinets.