“The Unexpected Rescue”: [Lenny-Sherry]

meisterofescape:

In attempts to kill the last minutes of their remaining time, Len and the men she was held responsible for and stormed through hidden passageways beneath the facility before making their way to their near destination. With guns ablaze, they trudged a path in loud gun fires at every possible hindrance. “Those that I’ve called out earlier, you come with me. The rest, you know what to do.” Gesturing a signal, they spread out and went over to distinct locations they were assigned to.

Len’s team focused at the upper and centermost area. And for certain, Wesker had already located them and set out sirens as warning from the approaching intruders. Thudding echoed inside the beholder’s chest. She had to move faster. Faster than her fleeting rate. “Decode the entrance!” She exclaimed at the speaker underneath her collar.”

“Roger..” The woman behind the voice responded and soon the air-tight door gradually hushed open where some of the researchers were. “Everybody down!” She threatened them with firearms in hand and rushed her way inside.

Sherry’s stained pale blue, almost white, eyes shot open at the sounds from below her. Someone had breached the facility. Her lip curled into somewhat of a snarl and she immediately got out of bed. Sherry rushed over to her closet opening it wide and slinging on the shoulder holster with ease. She slipped the guns into their position, ran over to the small desk and peered into the mirror behind it. 

Sherry tied her hair up tightly and then stood to look at herself. Her fists balled up; she was ready for combat. Though all the while her thoughts still tugged at her, Stop! Sherry was so done with fighting. She realized too late, now, that fighting was never what she wanted. More like what she felt she had to do. 

Every ounce of Sherry that she herself could control wanted to be back with Leon and Claire. Wanted to hold them and for them to hold her. Even if only for a second or two…. But the serum wouldn’t allow for those thoughts to bubble up to her actions. She was cold; a ruthless soldier. That wasn’t going to change any time soon. 

Sherry turned toward the door, opening it up and sliding outside into the hallway carefully. She drew her handgun before taking cautious steps toward the staircase.

*paces the front corridor of the facility*

You’re horrible. Jesus Christ, Sherry! Fight this! Overcome it. You can… You’ve overcome so much. You’re strong… Just fight it! 

Goddammit…..

Alexa…. If you can.. by any miracle, hear this….. I’m so sorry…… Please forgive me…..

You will not survive.: *walks around the facility aimlessly*

uss-sherry-birkin:

projectw-013:

Sherry…are you looking for an order?

Actually, tell me the results of your previous mission.

*stops, stands at attention*

The message was sent, sir, that Umbrella is not a force to be reckoned with. I took out his most prized treasure; a woman by…

*nods* Yes, sir.

*walks around the facility aimlessly*

projectw-013:

Sherry…are you looking for an order?

Actually, tell me the results of your previous mission.

*stops, stands at attention* 

The message was sent, sir, that Umbrella is not a force to be reckoned with. I took out his most prized treasure; a woman by the name of Alexa Mayfield. And made sure to inform him that if he does not abstain from interactions with Umbrella, every person he loves will be killed just the same. 

*dies a little on the inside*

*walks around the facility aimlessly*

—-

When Sherry got home, she went to her room. She sat on the corner of her bed and stared off at the wall, her expression entirely blank. On the inside, though, she was dying. She didn’t know what to do… What kind of monster would actually do what she had just done?!?

Without even recognizing it, Sherry gained enough control of her body for a moment to let a soft sob escape and shake her head in desperation. But just as soon as she had gained control, she lost it with a electrifying jolt through her body… 

She looked over to find her little black journal on the bedside table. Exactly where she had left it… But she couldn’t even get up. She couldn’t take the journal in hand nonetheless write about what was on her mind… 

Sherry had never in her life felt this helpless…

You’re a monster now… 

OOC: And that’s where I leave the story.

Now for Forest and Alexa ;___;

"Let's Light This Candle!": Mission Speyer (XD I'm so bad with titles)

alexa-mayfield:

forest-speyer:

The attack went by in a flash.  But now, Sherry stood behind Alexa, his girl, the love of his life, with a dagger to her throat.  Forest’s heart froze in his chest.  He couldn’t do anything to jeopardize her further.  But damnit, her life was in Sherry’s hands!

“Damn it all, girl, she’s pregnant!  I don’t give a damn if ya wanna come at me with them blades, but leave the woman outta this!!!  She ain’t got nothin’ ta do with this!”

Forest readied himself for Sherry to make even the slightest move.  She may have been trained by Wesker, but Forest’s reflexes were still lightning-fast in his own right.  A combination of his martial arts training and the virus that lay dormant within him had made him incredibly quick.  His eyes narrowed, taking on that all too familiar silver glow.

“Don’t do nothin’ that ya know yer gonna regret, whether or not ya still have a soul, girl.  Wesker’s problems are with me, so COME AT ME!”

Feeling the sharp blade against the flesh of her neck, Alexa froze. Her heart beat hard and fast in her chest - pounding against her rib cage. Her eyes darted to Forest, seeing the ferocious look in his eyes. He was scared, she could tell. Scared that something would happen to her. 

Gulping, Alexa moved only slightly against the girl. More of an uncomfortable movement than anything else. 

But then, her leg slid quickly along the ground behind her - sweeping around - hooking with the girl’s leg. She pulled tight with her leg to trip her.

Sherry growled as she was tripped. She fell backward, the knife nicking slightly into this woman’s throat. She quickly regained her composure though, standing up and looking between the two of them. This man seemed to care a great deal for this woman and their unborn child. 

With a mocking laugh, she rushed forward, holding out the dagger in her right hand. And driving it directly through the woman’s abdomen. She held the dagger there for a moment, pierced through Alexa’s flesh. It had all happened so fast… Sherry pulled the dagger from the woman. 

Gaining control of herself for only one moment, a few tears streamed down her cheeks. She looked at the woman and shook her head, “I-I’m so s—” But her voice cut off as the virus took control of her body once again. 

“Just remember this,” she tilted her head to look directly at Forest, “Umbrella is not a force to be reckoned with. I suggest you back off. Or else you will be losing every single person you ever fucking cared about.” With a smile, Sherry realized she needed to leave before he could do anything. She rushed toward the window and jumped outside, ducking and rolling once she hit the ground outside. 

She got up and ran all the way to her car a few blocks away. Her insides tore at her; screaming, tearing, crying… But her exterior was just as cold and emotionless as usual.

"Let's Light This Candle!": Mission Speyer (XD I'm so bad with titles)

alexa-mayfield:

forest-speyer:

uss-sherry-birkin:

alexa-mayfield:

Alexa, too, noticed the daggers at the girl’s sides. Unconsciously, her arms crossed across her stomach defensively. Call it maternal instinct if you will. She looked to Forest - a worried look on her face as he told her to go hide. “What while you fight her?!” she shook her head, “No…”

She wouldn’t leave without him. She wouldn’t let him face the danger alone. She cared about him far more than herself - even than their child… 

She gulped as she looked to the girl again. She looked young. And a part of her looked like it was conflicted. But mostly, Alexa focused on the smirk on the girl’s face. This girl meant harm to them both - Alexa could tell. “What do you want?” she whispered beneath her breath.

A laugh escaped from her and she flashed a look of fake innocence between the two of them, “Sherry Birkin. Pleasure to meet you both.” Stop this… Sherry’s thoughts cried out as they tore at the walls of her mind. Trying desperately to break through, but of course to no avail. “I was sent to bring a message to you.”

She slowly began to pace forward. Not menacingly; more like she was mocking the two of them. The woman behind him clutched her stomach. Sherry laughed again, “Expecting?” Shaking her head, her eyes trailed back to Forest. She simply found the woman behind him as no threat. She wouldn’t be stupid enough to make the first move if she was truly pregnant. 

Her lightly stained eyes locked with Forests, “Forest Speyer. Correct?”

“Damn straight.  An’ ya just made a big mistake breakin’ inta my home.”

He pushed Alexa further back so she was a few steps behind him.  He didn’t want her anywhere near this unstable woman.

His right hand balled tightly into a fist and his left hand slowly extended outwards to Sherry, his palm facing her.  He would never strike a woman under normal circumstances, but if he had to defend Alexa’s life, as well as that of their child, he would do whatever he had to.

“Don’t take another step there, Miss Birkin,” Forest barked.  “Yes, she is expectin’, not that it’s yer concern.  But she is my concern.  Now if ya don’t wanna leave, I’ll have ta make ya.”

Alexa stepped back as Forest nudged her. She watched in horror as he stepped forward, hand out to this Sherry girl. Her heart sank low in her chest. She hated every second of this. “Forest…” she spoke softly in a plea. 

She wanted for him to be okay. She needed for him to be okay. 

And this situation - the almost white eyes of the girl before them sent chills all throughout her body. She placed a hand on Forest’s arm and looked to Sherry, “A message? From who….?” 

“Albert Wesker,” Sherry’s expression was rather unamused. Forest actually thought he stood a chance against her. No, no. You see, when trained by a god, that was simply impossible.

Without thinking twice, she drew both daggers and made a quick swipe toward the outstretched arm. She flew past Forest and to Alexa, throwing her fist out toward the woman’s face. 

And quickly, without a care as to whether or not the hit connected, Sherry got behind Alexa, dagger to the woman’s throat. No!! Please… Goddammit, she’s pregnant!! Stop this, Sherry…

"Let's Light This Candle!": Mission Speyer (XD I'm so bad with titles)

alexa-mayfield:

Alexa, too, noticed the daggers at the girl’s sides. Unconsciously, her arms crossed across her stomach defensively. Call it maternal instinct if you will. She looked to Forest - a worried look on her face as he told her to go hide. “What while you fight her?!” she shook her head, “No…”

She wouldn’t leave without him. She wouldn’t let him face the danger alone. She cared about him far more than herself - even than their child… 

She gulped as she looked to the girl again. She looked young. And a part of her looked like it was conflicted. But mostly, Alexa focused on the smirk on the girl’s face. This girl meant harm to them both - Alexa could tell. “What do you want?” she whispered beneath her breath.

A laugh escaped from her and she flashed a look of fake innocence between the two of them, “Sherry Birkin. Pleasure to meet you both.” Stop this… Sherry’s thoughts cried out as they tore at the walls of her mind. Trying desperately to break through, but of course to no avail. “I was sent to bring a message to you.”

She slowly began to pace forward. Not menacingly; more like she was mocking the two of them. The woman behind him clutched her stomach. Sherry laughed again, “Expecting?” Shaking her head, her eyes trailed back to Forest. She simply found the woman behind him as no threat. She wouldn’t be stupid enough to make the first move if she was truly pregnant. 

Her lightly stained eyes locked with Forests, “Forest Speyer. Correct?”

"Let's Light This Candle!": Mission Speyer (XD I'm so bad with titles)

alexa-mayfield:

uss-sherry-birkin:

Tracking down Forest Speyer was easy. He and his partner, Alexa Mayfield, did not do such a great job hiding their location. Though she supposed that was because neither of them saw anything coming. Neither of them saw any danger.. Any threats.

With a heavy heart, Sherry…

Alexa smiled as chills shot down her spine. Her skin covered in goosebumps and she turned her head just enough to look into his silver-gray eyes. She couldn’t stop smiling in that very moment. The past few weeks had been insufferable. But with him, she felt like she could do it. She could survive through this hell she was living in. 

He was her saving grace in a way. He was everything she needed - no, everything she dreamed of, and more.

She kissed his lips. Once she pulled away, Alexa winked playfully and chuckled, “I love you too…” She looked back to the television, but her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the blonde girl staring at them through the window. Alexa practically jumped from fright, placing a hand to her chest.

Sherry raised an eyebrow as the woman saw her, seemingly afraid. She wondered shortly if Forest would remember her from the few times they had met face to face. 

Knowing her cover was blown, her movements disobeyed her thoughts. Sherry balled her fist up tight and drove it through the window. The glass shattered without protest. Then, placing her gloved hands on the edge of the window, she swiftly climbed over and into the house. 

No, no, no!! she thought, but a twisted grin came to her face as she tilted her head amused at the two of them. “Hello there..”

OOC: Order.

Sherry, Forest, Alexa.

Mission Speyer (XD I’m so bad with titles)

Tracking down Forest Speyer was easy. He and his partner, Alexa Mayfield, did not do such a great job hiding their location. Though she supposed that was because neither of them saw anything coming. Neither of them saw any danger.. Any threats. 

With a heavy heart, Sherry got ready. She tossed her hair into a high, tight pony tail. Put on a black hoodie and made sure to pull the hood over her head. The daggers rested at her waists in their sheaths. That was all she would need to take down the both of them, she was sure of it.

But Sherry was going in with little hopes to kill Forest Speyer. She needed to make a point to him that Umbrella was not a force to be reckoned with. And that was exactly what she would do. 

Sherry set out for the house, parking a few streets down and walking confidently along the road until she finally reached the suburban house. She peeked in the window to find both subjects at the couch with a bowl of popcorn in lap.