Would You Hate Me Then?

How Fitting

I burst through the control room door, gun firing at the guard on watch. “Shit!” The second shouted trying to sound the alarm, but falling three feet away from it as I shot him in the leg. I walked over to him stepping over the dead body of his co-worker. “Go to hell.”

“Likewise,” I smirked as I pointed the gun at his head, “Tell me where Wesker is… and maybe I’ll let you live.”

“You can’t stop him,” I rolled my eyes, and shot him in the other leg. “Fuck!” He cried clutching his leg.

“If you’re curious where the next one goes keep avoiding my question.”

“I won’t tell you a damn thing,” I pointed the gun at his nether region. “Oh shit, shit…”

“Start talking,” I demanded.

“Oh just kill me, and get it over with,” he pleaded.

“One,” I counted.

“What?”

“Two,” I smirked.

“Oh god,” he cried, “I don’t know where he is!”

“Three,” I fired the gun at the concrete causing the man to screech like a little girl. “Wanna try that again?”

“Oh, thank you,” he sighed with relief. “I don’t know where he is…” I cocked my gun at his crotch again causing him to yelp, and put his hands up. “But, but the monitors… over there,” he pointed.

“That wasn’t so hard,” I said as I sauntered over to the monitors. Looking at each one till I noticed a plane preparing itself for take off, “How do I get there?” I questioned, he raised himself off the ground a little to see the screen.

“Down this hallway behind me, the stairs will lead you down to the helipad.” I started to walk towards the hallway, halting when the man continued. “He said you’d come, he was waiting for you to come.”

“Excuse me?” I turned my head back towards him.

“You think his only plan is to release Ouroboros?” The guy laughed as if to taunt me. “Eight years right? Raises some questions doesn’t it? Both of you evading the other, neither of you killing the other…”

“What questions does it raise?” I walked back over to him kneeling beside him when I reached him.

“Do you really want to kill him? Does he really want to kill you?” I scoffed at him not entirely following where he’s going.

“I don’t have time for chit chat,” I smirked as I pulled the pin from the grenade on his belt undetected. “Thanks by the way…”

“For what?”

“The ring,” I held up my hand that has the pin around my middle finger before I stood, and bolted out of the room. I ran down the hall as he yelled frantically before I heard the explosion, then complete and utter silence. “What a tool,” I rolled my eyes as I continued on down the hallway. Like the guy said the hall leads to stairs which I followed until I reached the very bottom. I didn’t have time to study my surroundings when I saw the ceiling begin to part. My gaze shifted to the plane’s hatch that was preparing itself to close, I have to get on that plane…

I sprinted without a second thought at the now closing hatch of the plane. I felt my legs burn with every step, and my lungs tighten with every breath… my heart only ached painfully from the truth. What a way to go down… I jumped at the plane grasping the edge of the hatch before pulling myself in, and sliding on the metal to the floor with a sigh of relief. I kept quiet so I could catch my breath for a moment. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, and unlocked it tapping the icon gallery shortly after. I tapped on camera roll, and scrolled down to pictures from two years ago… before Jill was assumed dead. Me, Jill, and Chris were celebrating my birthday. We had the bartender take this picture, I’m glad they made me go out for my birthday. If I would of had it my way, I would’ve been at work all night… I’m going to miss them.