Project: Resurrection

French Kiss 29

The collision with the floor knocked the wind out of Jake. 

For a moment all he could do was stare up at the hole he'd just fallen through. Voices from far away sounded, and he realized it was his name being called. The next sound he noticed was the cracking of his own bones as they moved into place. It was intense, it was extreme, and it wracked his entire body. The pain was too much, and he screamed even though he knew it would attract whatever was possibly down here. And the worst things that you could imagine that went bump in the night were down here. The sound echoed for what felt like ages in the darkness. He saw heads above him far away from the circle, they looked like ants. His screams died into moans as the pain receded. He gasped as it faded completely.

He didn't need too much motivation that something would have heard him. He groaned and pushed himself up.

"Jake!" Somewhere above Chris's voice echoed down to him. He could see the flickering light above and their silhouetted figures flaring in and out of the lights.

"I'm fine" he shouted back. Whatever was down here was going to hear this anyway.

"Jake," Wesker's voice carried down to him. "You are in a room with... I can't remember which exactly, but you are in containment."

Jake's heart stopped. Great, he thought. He couldn't anything in the darkness.

"Do you want me to come down?" Jill's voice.

"No!" Jake pushed back instantly. "I want you to get to Sherry."

"We're not leaving you, Jake." Chris was the next to yell down.

No, you're just going to get me killed with all this racket. Jake glanced around feeling his skin tingle. Containment, he thought as he circled. His pants and shirt were both torn and bloody now. Sherry really was going to kill him if he survived long enough to get to her.

"I'm going to at least toss down a light," Claire shouted down at him. He heard the thud as it hit the ground somewhere to his right.

He tapped his head trying to feel his headset. It didn't feel damaged in the least. He wondered about the ones in his pocket. He had a few bullet clips on his belt, but no gun.

"Can you guys hear me?" His voice dropped to a whisper as he clicked on the headset.

"Loud and clear," Chris's voice came back.

"Good, Wesker what did you say was down here?"

 "I'm not exactly sure what is in that room..."

There was the sound of feet slapping against the floor.

"Hold up," Jake whispered into the headset. "Something just showed up."

He grabbed the flashlight up off the floor, clicked it on, and pointed it at the sounds echoing towards him now. The light caught the creature in a high beam causing it to throw up a pink mutated arm to shield its face.

"Well, well, well," Jake said out loud, his body stiffening in disgust as he took in the creature wobbling towards him. "Hello again, Titbags."

The unsteady, slimy, naked body careened toward Jake in a drunken fashion. Although Jake truly wasn't sure how anything could keep its balance with that many "tits" stuck to the sides.  They weren't really "breasts" in the normal sense. It was a walking pile of tits that excreted fumes that could knock you out and kill you if you stayed exposed long enough. He'd endured a few lectures from Sherry and Leon about the creatures but the only parts he'd paid any attention to was where their weaknesses were, and how to kill them.

The only word that echoed through his mind was: Why? Why on earth would anyone create a creature that looked twisted and tortured like this. He knew on paper there was a reason it was created. On paper they had listed its attributes, and what it was supposed to do. But looking at it, Jake couldn't help but feel pity for whoever it used to be.

That feeling didn't last long. He backed off into the shadows intently listening just in case there were more of "titbag's" friends in here. The creature moved towards the light, its face split open in a grin that only promised death. Within those wide jaws lay its tongue, a weapon that Jake knew from experience it would try to shove down his throat. It was the French kiss from hell and he really didn't want any part of it. He shuddered. Did they have everything down here?

The creature glanced up towards the light reaching its arms towards the figures silhouetted in the flickering light. It let out a frustrated squeal and returned to its search for Jake. Jake stayed in the darkness. Somewhere over there his gun had fallen but he didn't have it in his hands and as soon as he moved into the light to look for it Titbags would be on him.

He didn't like his options at this point. He could hear Chris whispering into his ears, asking if he was ok but he ignored him for the moment. He didn't need to attract any attention to himself.

You are the most dangerous B.O.W. here, Jake, Wesker's voice popped into his mind. He wondered what it meant. Or if it was just something to make him feel unsettled. It was working. He balled his fists together as he weighed his options. He had taken on more than a few B.O.W.s with his bare hands. Titbags despite its clumsiness was strong beyond belief. Once it got his hands on you, the next step was that damn tongue. And there was no way Jake was letting that thing kiss him to death.

With the naked creature lurching in circles Jake got tired of waiting. His body tensed, and he launched himself at the spot where he'd seen his gun last hoping that it was still there. He didn't think it had been touched by the monster or kicked away. A grin split his face as his hands found the metal. Finally, a little luck! Just as quickly though he felt his shoulders grabbed from behind. The nails dug into his skin tearing what was left of his shirt off. At this rate, he was going to meet Sherry in tatters. It would have been comical if he had time to stop and think about it, but he was being spun around and crushed against a wall of fume-leaking "breasts."

He put his hands up to push away, which was a mistake as it only crushed the flesh bags causing them to spew the powerful gas that instantly had him nauseated. If he had been anyone else, he would have collapsed on the spot. But his healing ability helped him stay upright even as the jaws over his head opened and the enormous tongue came flailing out. "Shit!" He yelled, he had one hand around his gun, the other snatched the end of the tongue, and the monster squealed as they danced around in circles. He couldn't give ground to this thing, one misstep and it was over. Other voices were yelling into his ears now. He blocked out the sound wishing he could toss the headset off now.

A few more rounds and Jake had had enough. This macabre dance could go on forever, but he didn't have the energy to keep it up. He let go of the tongue knowing he'd have seconds. He felt it flap against his face as Titbags lowered its maw close going for a kill shot, gripping him with both hands. Slime covered the side of his cheek as it tried to shove the long tongue into his mouth. Jake leaned back both to get a better shot and to get away from the flailing appendage and with every bit of strength, he had left he punched Titbags in the side of the head with his free hand. Stunned the creature stopped circling. The flailing arms that had seized him flopped to the side even as the tongue grazed his jawline in a last attempt to gain entry before dropping to hang limply outside its jaw. The creature collapsed nearly pulling Jake down to the ground with it.

Jake stared at it, revulsion and nausea rocking his body before his senses returned and he then fired two shots into the brain.

He stared at the dead creature before Wesker's voice chilled him to the bone.

"I told you, you were the most dangerous bio-organic weapon here, Jake."