Resident Evil Neurosis

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Previously on Resident Evil Neurosis:

At that moment time seemed to stand still as Sirius slowly turned, looking back at Rebecca he offered her a small smile.


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"Sirius!

It was kind of like an orgasm (horrible example), this gentle wave-like feeling. It was endless like the sea, but beautiful nonetheless. He vaguely recalled someone shouting not to walk into the light. As he turned, he couldn't help but to exhale sharply at the suddenly blinding light that had slowly begun to make its way towards his floating form. So close, he was so very close to….peace.

"Harry it's not your time son. You still have so much to do, a destiny."

A male voice called out from above him. He choked back a sob at the vision of his father before him; a smile spread across his face, eyes twinkling in genuine joy as he stared at him. His mother stood beside him a smile on her face and tears trickling down her cheeks. Just as beautiful, no more radiant then any silly photo magical or not could ever do her true beauty justice.

"Dad…Mom." Was his only response, as the tears slowly begun to trickle down his cheeks.

"Harry, no go back. I love you….forever."

"No, I want to stay. MOOOM NOOOO!" He cried out as the mirror like realm he was in suddenly shattered and he felt himself falling into the dark depth below, his parents waving their hands in goodbye…

"Sirius! Please wake up, please sir." Rebecca sobbed as she clutched onto her leader body.

"Mhmm! Chambers I do believe that this is ground for a sexual harassment suit."

"Wh-What!" Rebecca squeaked out her face a distinguishably red.

Opening his eyes, Sirius continued to tease his rookie subordinate, "You didn't even buy me dinner what kind of boy do you think I am, taking advantage of me while I'm unconscious." Sirius continued as he blushed in embarrassment and looked away.

"I was just trying to help." The pink faced rookie stammered on. "Yo-you know get you comfortable….that's all I swear."

"Naughty, naughty I don't know you that well. Your bosom pressed so heavily against my tear-drenched cheeks, as you sob brokenly against my chest. Oh no why…ahhh…..ahh-ahh!" He cried out dramatically, one hand pressed against his forehead the other resting against his chest.

Flushing in embarrassment Rebecca suddenly stood up. They heavy thud followed by a cry of pain was her only award. 'Serves him right' she smugly thought before realizing that her job may be at risk.

"Huh! I am so sorry sir. I didn't mean to….I don't know what got into me." Rebecca practically screamed as she rushed over to help her former leader.

Laughing at the struggling medic, Sirius shrugged her off. Pulling himself to his feet he turned and replied, "Take a chill pill Rebec it's alright, I'm not made out of glass."

The sputtering female shot him a glare before her eyes widened at the wound he was now grasping on his side.

"Sir you're bleeding let me tak…."

"Sssch!" Sirius hissed out in pain as the young medic attempted to check his wound, pushing her away Sirius asked in a somewhat it's alright Becky just a small cut." He lied. Rebecca shot him a knowing look as she accessed the wound. She gently began to pull up his vest only for said man slapped her hands away. "Aren't you supposed to be guarding, making sure he doesn't try to escape." Sirius casually remarked.

'Which he highly doubted, seeing as they were going oh sixty miles per hour'

"Hmm….." Sirius hummed malevolently.

"Your right sir, but Billy got trapped in the train storage room."

"Which we have no idea how to find, seeing as oh I don't we don't have a bloody map."

"Look Beck I'll go find Coen you stay here and secure the area, shoot to kill. So that means no talking and making niceties with the zombies and creepy crawlies." Sirius reminded her.

Flushing in embarrassment at her commanding officer words Becky turned and made her way carefully up the stairs.

Smiling thoughtful at the girl, Sirius hissed in pain. It would seem his body was reminding him of a more pressing issue. Turning towards the stairs, Sirius peaked up quickly seeing no Rebecca he carefully removed his vest.

He couldn't' help but to remember what he said to Enrico prior to their departure…


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Flashback Begins

"I've got a bad feeling about this Rico." Sirius said from his position on top of a stack of papers as he carefully sharpened his blades, all the while watching his superior shift through files.

"Do you, that is a first." Said man scoffed as he continued to go over their quarterly budget.

Ssch!

"Jesus! Sirius not the paperwork, damn." Enrico hissed in agitation, as he carefully removed the blade from the stacks of paper it was wedged through. "Thanks a lot now I'm going to be stuck goi…."

Sirius tilted Enrico chin so he was looking directly into his eyes. Enrico stared transfixed the emotions flickering in those irises fear, an expression he had never seen in his young Lieutenant.

"Something about these murders has me puzzled, Rico. Frankly I don't give a damn about neither of the dead victims what I care about is the team."

Enrico had been hoping Sirius would confess his fear for his safely, but he had learned a long time ago that Sirius was not one to invest his feelings into anything or anyone. Everyone was held at an arms distance, even those who had somehow wiggled their way into the hollow case he called a heart.

Clutching at the boy wrist, he removed his hand gently from his face.

"Sirius I….." Enrico began to say only to be interrupted by another blond pain in his posterior, Albert Wesker.

"Am I interrupting anything?" he asked in a mocking tone.

Bastard, he knew he had interrupted something. Biting his lips Sirius looked away from his 'commanding' officer.

"Of course not Captain Wesker..." Enrico quickly answered, completely in awe over the great Albert Wesker making a personal visit. The man was rarely on base unless it was for meetings, missions or whatever function they were all forced to attend.

Rumor had it he was living in a condominium overlooking some posh boutique; how he could afford that they had no idea (personally he didn't give a damn). Most of the grunts (RPD) saw S.T.A.R.S. as some hobby for some bored rich boy, but that did not change the fact that they were very good at their jobs. Afterall they were the best.

"Kiss ass." Sirius murmured under his breath, receiving a reprimanding look from Enrico.

Wesker merely raised in eyebrow at their display.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

"Yes the files containing your missions for the past two years, I.A. is breathing down my neck. It would seem that they do not approve our methods of carrying out our missions."

"Bastards, as though they have any rights. They lay about doing nothing always looking for an…."

Sirius rolled his eyes as Enrico began his rant, 'I.A.' was not a word spoken in his presence. He didn't know the exact history between Rico and the 'mutts' but they'd proven to be quite a hindrance when it came to completing their missions.

"Sirius you look nice."Wesker absently remarked, drawing Sirius from his reverie, Sirius visibly scowled at Wesker's proximity. There was just something about this man that caused all his senses to go haywire, he was not to be trusted simple as that. If only things were ever that simple.

"Captain Wesker, have I ever told you to go fuck yourself."Sirius sarcastically asked, turning his head he stared at Wesker. Eyes roaming across the man body, he carefully noted the expensive wardrobe. Guess being a git paid well.

"No I don't believe you ever have."Wesker answered, his lips quirked in amusement.

Enrico muttering in the background about those damn rats,and whatever buffoonery was currently cluttering his mind.

"Then go fuck yourself." He calmly said.

"Ha-ah, you still have that humor of yours it's wonderful."Wesker said as his hands brushed against the youth cheek. His eyes narrowed as the youth turned his face, clearly disgusted by his attentions.

"If you say so." Sirius remarked as he crossed his legs onto the other side, a move he hope went unnoticed. Wesker's hand was a bit too close for his likening and he'd be damn if he allowed that man to grope him.

"It would seem that I've found the elusive files." Wesker suddenly remarked.

"Where?"Enrico asked an incredulous expression on his face, seeing as he had ordered Sirius to place said files in their designated place; his drawers.

(Sirius is a horrible secretary by the way, he usually blackmails one of his subordinates into carrying out his duty in regard to paperwork)

"Right underneath 'our' esteemed Lieutenant."Wesker answered his head titling to the side.

"Siri."Enrico said as he shot his second-in-command a reprimanding look.

"What, I didn't know it was there." Sirius said as he tried to come up with a good excuse. Seeing the look Enrico was sending him he was in trouble, big. Stupid ass Andrew promised to write up his reports, and to think he did that stupid ass interview for his fanclub. Stalker!

"Up." Was Enrico's only response.

Sirius pouted before rolling his eyes, "Fine, you happy." He hissed out as he stood up from his seat.

Enrico pulled the file from underneath him and whacked him over his head a sign that he was forgiven, Sirius practically jumped up in glee at the action.

"Very, here you go captain if you need anything….."Enrico replied as he handed the files over.

"No that will be all. Enrico, Sirius." Wesker drawled, before he turned and made his way to the door.

Enrico and Sirius both observed his departure Sirius eyes narrowed in undisguised disgust. The way that man said his name made his skin crawl.

"Still don't like it." Sirius said in a singsong tone.

"Your opinion has been noted.' Enrico replied not even bothering to look up, he was otherwise occupied by the reports splayed over his desk.

"Sirius!I told you to stop…"Enrico said as he continued to ignored Sirius the teams budget otherwise preoccupying his thoughts.

"Pay attention when I'm advising you."Sirius angrily barked out, his hands coming to rest over said documents.

"I've got an advice for you right her…"Enrico began to say…

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He couldn't help but to smile at that memory. He didn't know why though, he and Enrico fussed all the time. However, that argument signaled an end. Tears welled in Harry….no he was not Harry Potter he could not be Harry Potter now. Enrico, the team, Rebecca were all counting on Sirius Black. He had a mission to complete and damn it he would carry it out. Come to think of it, that freak Wesker probably sniffed the folder and mastur...-shudders-, moving.

"Damn!"

He hissed in pain as he threw his vest to the side, his once green shirt was now stained heavily in a crimson liquid. He would be happy to pretend that it was the recently dispatched living-dead, but the wound to the side was making that difficult. Rolling up his shirt he scowled at the sight of a deep bite mark that was about two inches wide and three inches long. If that bastard had bitten an inch higher he would've bitten his heart right out, at the moment the bite was causing him a lot of pain and he was also losing a great deal of blood.

Pulling out his first aid spray, he sprayed around the wound hoping to at least slow down the bleeding. Feeling as though someone was watching him, he looked up quickly before leaning to see the top of the stairs. Seeing know one he continued with his mediocre healing technique. Sirius pulled out a green and red herb, placing them in his mouth and he slowly begun to chew them. At the taste of a bitter fluid invading his mouth he spat it out into his hands ripping a piece of the tablecloth, he placed the herbs into it. Folding the cloth over the herbs, he pressed it over his wound. Tying it quickly around his waist, he rolled his shirt down grimacing at the feel of the now dried blood pressing into his skin and the stung of the herbs taking into effect. He very much doubted that they would save him from whatever had contaminated the train passenger, but hopefully it could slow it down long enough for him to find a cure.

Pulling from the staircase Sirius pulled the door open, let's just pray that the passengers had learned a lesson.

"Ugh."

Guess not…..


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"He's hiding something." Rebecca said as she peeked at the staircase where Sirius was busy at work with…..a piece of cloth. As though he had some kind of sixth sense, his head quickly lifted eyes surveying the area where her head had been resting a few seconds ago.

"Hey girl where you at?"

Rebecca heard Billy asked from the radio.

Lifting the radio towards her mouth, she simply replied, "In the dining cart."

"What was all that racket."

"Just a bunch of the passengers paying a visit."

"Sirius and I handled them." More like Sirius handled them while she stood there and cried.

"What's wrong?"

"He was right." Rebecca dejectedly said.

"Who was?"Billy asked through radio interference, he was totally confused by the young girl rambling.

"Sirius he said that I wasn't meant for this job, that I don't have the killing instincts. And he's right I can't shoot anyone, I'm slowing him down." She admitted dejectedly as she slumped against one of the bar seat.

She grimaced in disgust as her arm came in contact with one of the unfortunate victim's blood, picking up said man's head she allowed it (body included) to fall onto the ground with a loud thud.

"He's right."

"Aren't you supposed to agree with me?" She asked glowering at the radio in her hand. "I thought that's how it works I confide, you agree."

"I ain't your boyfriend, doll." Billy jokingly remarked.

"Why you little..."

"Hear me out okay before you go all menstrual and what not. Sirius is right you don't have the instincts necessary for this job, you know how people say that it'll come to you."

"Yeah." Rebecca replied through her sniffling.

"That's, bullshit that's just what the politicians say to ease their own consciences for sending you there in first place. Your either born a killer are your made one, see me I came from a rural town and the only choices were either becoming the town drunk or military. I choose the latter and look what happened to me, the fact is Becky you stay on this job long enough and even the most compassionate person will lose their grasp. Becoming a killer breaks you down physically and mentally in the end, you are emotionally scarred and the battlefield is the only thing you really understand. Sirius and I were made for this. It comes naturally to us just like breathing; we know exactly what's happening to us. Can we stop it no, can we live with it unfortunately yes. Every scar is a memory of what we've done were not proud of it but it leaves one less innocent to suffer. "

"He needs you Becky you're his light and as his partner it's your job to pull him, to keep him sane. I wish I had someone like you it would've made the guilt so much easier to wash away. Of occurs I had a bottle of whisky to help ease the pain, but you know what I mean."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome and you know what I know a wonderful way for you to repay me." Billy happily remarked though the radio.

"How?" Rebecca ominously asked she had a bad feeling about this.

"When were through with this mission maybe you and I can disappear into a bedroom and better acquaint ourselves with…."

"You dirty old pervert, I am not having sex with you." Rebecca practically roared in outrage.

"Hey I didn't say anything about sex, I was thinking more along the lines of a nice game of chess. And I'm only twenty-seven….szch." Billy whined.

"He…hey…sczh..t..ng…o….n."

"Billy, Billy!" Rebecca shouted as her only companion soon became lost in the static.

"Stupid radio." Rebecca muttered to herself as she glare at the stupid piece of equipment. Shaking it in a jerky manner, she slammed the radio repeatedly into the table. "Just great stupid piece of equipment."

Suddenly a shadow fell over, gulping Rebecca slowly turned around, her hand firmly grasping her gun.

"Oh shit."


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The first time he saw that kid he couldn't help but to wonder what S.T.A.R.S. were thinking recruiting from pre-k, but that boy he had the eyes of a killer. His form, his manners, even the way he held his weapons denounce to the world he was one bad motherfucker. He shivered as he thought about the poor unlucky bastards that had crossed his path. There must be something or worth about him for all the trouble that went into recruiting him. From what he heard through the grapevine his dad was some legendary commander known for his brutal tactics and his even more sadistic torture methods, word was that his youngest Sirius was his prodigy. Everything he had learned in the last forty years pack into a much younger, much stronger and even more sadistic package. From his posture he was guessing that the kid prefer a more hand on approach to dealing with his aggressors. Come on look at the kid he was carrying two freaking kabar's, so what they were thrice the size of the originals a kabar was a kabar. Man he couldn't wait to see the kid use it, wouldn't that be a sight.

Sirius black was an enigma a dangerous one he wasn't too keen on pissing off, afterall he was his ticket out of this George Romero flick.


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Sirius slowly entered the kitchen, poking his head around he saw no signs of the undead passengers. Peering to his, right he saw a small enclosed area…hmm curiosity may have killed the cat but this pussy had two magnums that would make sure curiosity stayed down.

Walking down the ting corridor, he came towards a whatcha-ma-call-it.

Leaning against the wall, Sirius pulled the walkie-talkie with range, "Billy, Becky I came across some strange elevator like contraption. Are any of you near a similar like instrument near you…over."

"Well are we on first name bases…lil tiger I can imagine just how much you can…"

"Sirius thank god you're alright." Rebecca shouted into the tiny little instruments affectively cutting off Billy's weak pass at Sirius. "After you left one of the passengers who was on fire tried to attack me, I shot him point blank."

"Congrats Becky on your first kill."

"Oh sorry was I interrupting anything." Rebecca innocently asked a bit too innocently.

"Matter of fact…" Billy began to say only to be interrupted again.

"No, not all you just saved Mr. Coen from embarrassing himself with his weak ass pick up lines." Sirius absently answered, obviously bored by the entire conversation.

"ohh well I believe the elevator like object our talking about is called a…."

"Dumbwaiter and I just so happen to be standing near one." Billy happily finished, poor guy must have been trying to beat one of them at something. Of course, he was not the one stupid enough to fall into a hole and there by become trapped.

"Do you see anything of use that can get me out of this room?" Billy asked.

"Let me see."

Opening the dumbwaiter door Sirius picked up…

"I found a key." Reading the inscriptions on it an evil smile appeared on his face. "It seems I've found the conductor key, sorry Billy I've found nothing of use for you."

"That's ok Sirius I may have something of use for you though I'm sending it to you now."

There was a ding, before the door opened. Resting inside of the dumbwaiter was…

"You bloody prat you stole my gun."

"Sorry you have like three but I can't seem to use it so might as well return it to you. You don't have to thank me."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

"I want say thank you, you bloody ass you stole my gun. Your lucky your trapped. But you know what you better hope those leeches get to you before I do." Sirius sneered into the radio before making his way out of the kitchen…..

Sirius reentered the kitchen and swiped a piece pie. What he was starved, you can't kill on an empty stomach. Well you could but…why the hell was he having an internal battle with himself. Shivering, Sirius exited the kitchen as quickly as possible.

"Finally." Sirius huffed out as he pulled the third train door open.

Walking slowly Sirius through the door, he couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips as he jumped at the sound of the closing door. Well he was the one who said he wanted adventure..yeah right. Now he rather be at the Ranch dining on one of Julia steaks.

Shaking his head he couldn't help but to weep (internally of course, tears marred his face), he should have taken that vacation and told Wesker to shove it….anally. The perv probably would have asked him when. He couldn't help the shiver that ran through him…gross, grosser then seeing Snape (ugh) and Dumbledore making out. Just thinking about Snape on his own was gross but add that old fart into the mix was just, life-threatening.

Sighing Harry…no Sirius combed a finger through his hair, he cocked his pistol (borrowed from Dewey). Taking a deep breath he opened the dining room door, ignoring the gurgling of his stomach Sirius took a careful step into the room. Walking down the empty corridor Sirius paused as he took in the scene.

'What the fuck where are the dogs, matter of fact where are the people they'd killed.' Sirius eyes narrowed, something fishy was going on here. Someone or something had cleared away all of the remains of the passengers and the mutts. Who or whatever it was he would have to put it behind his mind, for now.

Standing in front of the conductor door Sirius swiped the keycard...Ding!

Stepping into the room Sirius was greeted by the sight of a green herb and red herb…smiling he plucked the two herbs out of their respective pots and carefully wrapped it up before placing it into his pack.

Turning towards the desk, Sirius looked through them.

"Blah!blah! maintenance…blah..blah..well, well what do we have here." Smiling gleefully Sirius lifted the conductor's wallet. Flipping through it he smiled at the family pic's.

"Aww, aren't these so cherish able. Sorry little Becky and Todd daddy won't be coming home ever." A slip of paper fell out of the wallet onto the ground, bending down Sirius couldn't help the smirk that appeared across his features. 'Humph, she certainly doesn't look like the Mrs.' Sirius scanned through the wallet contents..Visa, MasterCard...score. Sirius carefully removed the two twenty dollar bills, carefully folding them up he tucked them into his back pocket.

Not to say there was anything wrong with paycheck, but a guy couldn't live on forty-five thousand a year alone. And taking money from their deceased targets/victim's didn't bother him in the slightest.

…CLACK!

Turning swiftly at the sound Sirius stared solemnly at the previously hidden closet. His eyes narrowed at the closet location.

'Yeah right he'd seen enough horror movies. He sure as hell didn't want to be the dumbass who opened the door and quickly be attacked by more of these…FREAKS!

Holding his gun out in front of him, Sirius carefully opened the closet door….

"A suitcase, a bloody suitcase." Sirius hissed out irritably, grabbing the suitcase he attempted to pry it open.

'What the hell'

The stupid case wouldn't open, turning it over he realized he needed some sort of key to open it. Great he did not have time to play Scooby-doo; blowing his hair out of his face, he turned to face the other side of the room. There plastered across the wall was the trains map, hmm finally something of use to him. Sirius ripped the map off the wall; he had no time to be patient. Using a mini map and a marker he marked off the areas he and his accomplices had cleared.

'Well, well'

Carefully folding the map, he placed in his vest front pocket and peered up. According to the map there was a ladder that led directly to the lounge. Pressing the switch to his right, he took a step back as the ladder automatically came down.

'Here we go' he sourly thought as he begun to climb up the ladder.


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Peeking up Sirius was greeted by the sight of a badly damaged bar. Pulling himself up, he took a quick survey around the room before allowing his eyes to fall upon the assortments of drinks. He really shouldn't, but who was here to stop him. Grabbing three mini whiskey bottles, he placed them into his mini medic kit. Walking around the bar, he partook in the beautifully designed and richly furnished room.

'This must be the V.I.P section'

Walking forward Sirius stopped at a rattling sound. Loud screech was suddenly heard from the roof above as well as a large clanging sound as if a large 'creature' was walking ontop of the roof.

"That did not sound good." Sirius whispered.

Taking a step forward he continued towards the door, praying that whatever it was he just heard wasn't gonna be paying him a visit. Knowing his luck, it probably would.

Grabbing the handle Sirius pulled the door open.

Sirius grimaced at the sight of leeches hopefully these were non-violent. Turning to his right he caught sight of a ice pick, quickly grabbing it he shoved it into his pocket and continue don his way.

Walking down the corridor he was shocked by the sheer amount of leech's eggs, shit he wondered how the hell they'd been able to breed so quickly. They'd obviously fed off of the passengers and even inhabited their bodies like parasites. However, that still left no explanation for how or even why they'd, well fucked for better words. This job just got a whole lot more complicated.

Ignoring the eggs for now he pushed the door open, he carefully entered the room.

Lying on the bed was hunting rifle. Walking swiftly towards it, Sirius lifted it up and quickly examined it. It was in perfect working condition and still had its shell's meaning that its owner never even got a chance to use it.

Looking around he saw several cases of handguns lying about and one case of shells. Grabbing them, he quickly reloaded his sidepiece and placed the rest in his jacket-hidden compartments. He may not be able to use magic, but having a magical jacket made it much easier to carry items; big or small.

Making his way back to the sink he grimaced at his appearance. Turning the faucet on he dunked his head and begun to wash out as much blood as possible. Grabbing the towel, he begun to dry his face and hair it by the time he was finish the towel once white towel was now a burgundy color.

Looking to his left, he saw a slightly adjured closet. Walking towards it, Sirius noted the expensive suits, and casuals. Sliding his jacket off, he quickly begun to undressed; once naked (partially he still has underwear on you pervs).

Now that he was free and clear, somewhat. He could finally access the damage to himself and sew himself up.

Opening the mini medic kit, he began to pull out an assortment of items: a scissor, a needle, thread, packet of gauze and one whiskey bottle.

Pulling the bottle top off with his teeth, he quickly soaked it into the gauze before taking a quick swig. Pressing the gauze against the wound on his side, he let out a slow hiss. Pressing it against his side with his elbow, he quickly began to thread up the needle. He pulled his trusty lighter from his vets pocket and lit the needle head before soaking it in alcohol. Pulling the gauze away he begun to sew up the wound, he crossed stitched three times so that it would hold in before he cut it away. Wrapping the gauze quickly around his waist, he tied if off before pinning it tightly.

Standing up he grabbed a bright yellow polo shirt; it was the only one in his size. Pulling it over his head he carefully worked it over his wound, it wouldn't do to open it up. Tugging his vest back on Sirius grabbed the hair clip lying on the ground and tied his hair back in an upward do. He grabbed the discarded trouser lying on the ground and tugged it on, perfect fit. He wouldn't be surprised if the owner of this room was caring on in a sexual relationship with a man. On the other hand, maybe he was that small.

Kneeling down he begun to tug on his boots till a package caught his eyes, why hello there what do we have here. Pulling the box from underneath the bed, he disposed of the lid and tissue. Nestled within the box was the most beautiful pair of boots he had ever seen, this was most definitely real leather. Pulling them out he quickly donned the boots, frowning when he realized it was a size to big. Oh well, you don't look a gift horse in its mouth now do you…


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Sirius shut the door behind him, tucking the briefcase over his back in a make shift cling he headed back towards the bar. Maybe he could snag a few more bottles, for evidence.

As Sirius carefully made his way toward the bar, he continued to feel a light tremor running deep inside his core. His spidey senses we're definitely tingling, pulling out his piece he slowly peered upwards.

'Just his imagination his ass something was up he just didn't know…"

"Shit!" Sirius hissed as he jumped backwards in alarm, he'd barley missed being shredded by the mini projectiles falling down like the rain.

The fixture on the ceiling had suddenly fallen down onto the floor, leaving in its wake a thousand glittering pieces, beautiful and deadly. Mirrors he never much cared for them although someone now had seven years bad luck.

Taking a step back, Sirius continued to watch as more of the ceiling felled onto the ground. Looking upwards, he watched in horrid fascination as a claw appeared through a hole in the metal.

'Holy shit on rye and toasted butter'

The claw was soon joined by another as whatever it was begun to tear the roof open in an attempt to enter. Falling backwards, he stared at the large crustacean like creature begun to make its way toward him.

Titling his head to the side at the creatures appearance, "what the hell a giant crab…err maybe not." Sirius said as its tail hovered above its body.

Sirius begun to fire at the creature, jumping swiftly to his right he rolled over towards the couch and hid behind it. Kneeling upwards he begun to fire at it, ducking down everytime it swept its deadly tail toward him.

Fuck his gun wasn't doing shit to it, looking to around him Sirius started to rethink his course of action maybe he should try to make it to the hole. It couldn't fit into it but then again the creature might just force its way through again he would be endangering the others. He would have to bring this mammoth down himself. Peering to his left his face lit up as he caught sight of the hunting rifle he'd found earlier, unfortunately for him the creature was hovering above it.

'Hmmmm time for a distraction'

Opening his medic kit Sirius pulled out his last bottle of whiskey, hugging it to his chest he quickly opened it. Tearing a piece of his "borrowed" shirt, he pushed it into the bottle. Now all he needed was a light, surprise, surprise a chronic smoker like him should know better than to not carry an extra lighter. A rookie mistake, catching sight of the burning stacks of wood, he crawled over and placed the cloth as close to the fire as possible.

"Ooff!" Grunting Sirius drew his body from in between that couch, grabbing a tight hold of the bottle he threw it at the scorpion.

The creature screeched in pain, its body lifting up into the air in attempt to buck off its attacker. Wiggling out from the couch Sirius rolled over to the shotgun and proceeded to fire at the creatures head, its weakest spot. Damn science was truly an important subject. He continued his attack dunking whenever the creature claws or tail swung at him, back pressed against the wall Sirius fired one more time before it let out an anguish-filled scream and fell onto the ground.

"What comes from up above must certainly be put down." Sirius said as he mockingly chided the dead scorpion.

Walking over towards the creature he couldn't help but to admire both its simplicity and appearance. Whoever had made this little creature certainly had a lot of money and time. Pulling out his medic kit he begun to take samples from it, he would surely examine his findings later. In the back of his mind he couldn't help but to wonder just what the hell umbrella was thinking and just who the hell had set this plaque upon them.

Narrowing his eyes the man in the robes turn around and begun to make his way back to his home. He would leave his children to dispose of these trespassers; he had bigger fishes to fry. Umbrella would pay for their betrayal and his two protégés would be the first to feel the full force of his power. Very soon indeed, he cackled as he disappeared into the forest.

"Hey Billy I found the key to your escape." Sirius purred.

"Oh really."

"One sec I'm sending it up now."

Ding!

Ripping the door open in his excitement, he was greeted by the sight of an ice pick.

"Umm…Sirius what the hell am I suppose to do with this."

"I don't know stupid how about picking the bloody lock, meet me at the kitchen it's the door you couldn't get through at the bottom of the stairs. Rebecca I want you to head towards the conductors room and await for us inside of the room, lock the doors and let nothing in. understood."

"Yes, sir."

Sirius wouldn't be surprised if Rebecca hadn't also saluted him, nope not in the slightest.

"Oh how about I keep Rebecca company." Billy leered.

"I don't think so I want to return you to your handlers in the same condition I found you, meaning having all your specific parts in perfect condition."

"…I'm with you."

"I thought as much, be careful Becky it would seem the leeches have been taking a cue form Coen and fucking all over the place."

"Roger."

"Let's go."

Billy had a feeling the smaller man had no interest whatsoever small talking, just right into the nitty gritty.

"So, what the hell are we looking for?"

"A radio or preferably a way to access the control room and send a signal for help, if you hadn't notice but the train speed has begun to increased."

"No shit." Billy angrily hissed out, he was right though the train had begun to pick up speed. Turning to iris currently bended form, he couldn't help but to ask, "And what if we don't find either."

"Don't or don't want to, Mr. Coen." Sirius icily asked.

"Don't give me that the shooting squad is looking more and more better. I feel like I walked into some fucked up horror flick, and I sure as hell won't be getting myself killed."

"Smart answer Billy cuz if you said otherwise I would have to pop you full of lead and use your body as a distraction. Of course that would break Becky's heart and her chances of getting laid, lucky for you."'

Billy really couldn't help the shiver that ran down his form ta Sirius words, this kid was the real deal. He had no problems killing you and using your body like it was nothing like it was a disposable, if it meant you would ruin the mission.


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"Billy over here." Sirius called out form his now kneeling position.

"I'll be damned, a hatch."

"Yeah well help me open it up so we can see where the hell it takes us to."

"I'll go first wait here into I call you."

Squeezing his form through the hole Sirius crawled quickly through the small hole, he was somewhat disappointed at its length. Oh well no time to dally, drawing himself up he peered into the dimly lit room seeing nothing he pulled himself out of the hole and held his flashlight and piece in front of him.

"Grrrr!"

Bang!Bang!

Was the first sound Billy heard before he flung himself into the hole and cralwd through it. A thump and whimper was the first sound he heard as he emerged from the…

"Would you care to remove your gun form my face." He politely asked Sirius.

"I told you to wait til I call you."

"Sorry I heard the shots and got worried."

Sirius merely lifted a brow at that confession," I'm the last person you have to worry about Mr.…Billy."

"And here I though you hated me."

"Don't push your luck; we've got a long night ahead of us."

"Here" Sirius said as he tossed towards Billy the rifle and few shotgun cases.

"Don't get any ideas; you have no use to me if you're dead."

In other words here Billy I don't want you told die before you and I make hot man sex to em. At least that what he told himself, he'd never done it with a guy before but it was prob the same as fucking a woman. Right, he hoped no prayed.' looking up he watched as Sirius investigated the hall before walking back towards him a case in one hand a ring in the other.

"Asking me to marry you Sirius, we hardly no each other."

"Don't flatter yourself." Sirius hissed as he pushed the ring into the indent on the suitcase. One down, one to go, "Coen make yourself useful there's a switch in the next room press it so I can get the hook gun."

"Roger." Billy replied before mockingly saluting Sirius and going towards the switch.

Pulling the hook out Sirius gave Billy a small nod and they turned and began to make their way back, passing through the first seating area…

Sirius jumped back as a flaming zombie flew out of the fridge and proceeded to approach him. Damn not enough time to draw out his piece, he was a goner.

Bang!

Turing around he scowled at Billy's smiling face, not even bothering to thank him he continued on his way. Sirius hated asking for help or being helped it made him feel weak. Just like when he was with the Dursley's

"Hey whats your problem?" Billy called out from behind him, getting irritated that Sirius continued to ignore him. He grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to turn him around, big mistake.

Billy was face flat on the ground his arms pulled tightly behind his back, not one to give up he continued with his questioning, "What the hell is your problem I just saved your life."

"Nobody asked you to." Sirius bit out just as angry, releasing the convict he stepped back and allowed Billy to pull himself to his feet.

Rubbing his sore limbs, he turned to shoot the kid in front of him a scowl, said kid was unaffected by said scowl and merely lifted a brow.

"Look I'm sorry if I offended you by saving you, but like it or not we're partners and your gonna have to let go of that indepedent hero complex you to going one. Comprende."

"Comprende, usted mono estúpido…"

"I don't know what you just said but it sounded like an insult."

Snorting Sirius turned around and continued on his way, Billy Coen was just the release he was looking for, too bad he was a felon, of course that had never stopped Sirius before.

Pushing the window open Sirius shot the hook up towards the roof, nodding his head at Billy he drew himself up onto the roof. Moving slowly Sirius carefully made his way towards the hole, dropping down he was greeted by a lack of better words a zombie. Disposing of his host, he ransacked the room; opening the jewelry box, he pocked the easily transportable trinkets as well as the handgun ammo. Grabbing the silver key he pressed it into the indent and watched as the suitcase opened.

'Score'

Tossing the case behind him, he pocketed the card and headed towards the conductors room, knowing that both Billy and Rebecca we're waiting for him.

"Okay boys and girl, pull out your piece. We move as one Bill your my point man, Becky you cover us whatever is waiting for us through that certainly won't have any probs attacking fort asking questions…"

Sliding the keycard through the reader, they heard the all familiar hissed before…


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"That's impossible headmaster, the evidence." Hermione practically screamed out, her faith in the Wizarding World legal system crumbling with every second.

"What is wrong with you girl. One would think that you'd be jumping in joy at the fact that your friend is innocent." Snape hissed out irritably.

"That is enough Severus." Dumbledore chided in disapproval, before turning his gaze onto the bushy-haired witch.

"Ms Granger I understand your hesitance but the fact remains that the evidence we had was poorly labeled."

"Who would prosper from Harry's disappearance?" Molly Weasley asked her hands gripping that of her husband in a tightening grip.

She felt so ashamed of herself for all that she'd said to…Harry. That poor boy, God knows what his relative might have done to him without the protection of the Headmaster and his magic. She prayed with all her heart that he would be able to forgive them. She'd had so much trouble sleeping since his expulsion, she guessed that it was the guilt eating away at her.

'Fudge.'

Was the unspoken answer between them all. Since Harry's exile there had been, quite an amount of activity in regards to those of muggle upbringings, the Minster had even sent and overseer. Particularly his malicious and bigot Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge, though her role in the eye of the public was merely as an advisor Dumbledore knew all too well that her true purpose was to monitor his movements.

It would seem the Minster had it in his head that he planned to usurp him using the very children he had sworn to protect and teach, Harry's exile had punished the school as a whole. And, the muggle parents of witches and wizards called for a drastic change in the hierarchy of power. Pureblood were rapidly losing their powers and were on the brink of extinction just like…magic.

"Yes, although you don't think that the Minster is completely aware of the." Dumbledore continued.

"What do you mean headmaster?" Arthur asked as he rubbed his wife back soothingly.

"I believe that perhaps a certain undersecretary of his maybe responsible for Harry's banishment." Dumbledore said as he surveyed the room's inhabitant's expressions.

"Anyway enough talk of such a thing; we must first gather evidence before we start making such accusations. It would not do for us all to suffer Mr. Potter fate."

"So what do you suggest Headmaster."

"First we will begin collecting evidence I want you to piece together just what are dear undersecretary has been up to these past few years. Meanwhile, Serverus and I will begin our search of Harry." Dumbledore said.

"I will visit Gringott and try to see if they can perform a tracking spell." He continued. Perhaps he would be able to obtain a copy of young Harry's will. He had yet to receive his pittance from the young boy accounts nor had any of the Weasley's or Ms. Granger.

"Oh Headmaster I hope he forgives us, we were so…." Hermoine chokingly said.

"Cruel." Snape finished.

"I am sure Hermione that will be that last thing on his mind, he will soon be surrounded by love ones. What more could he ask for from us." Dumbledore assured the young girl knowing to well that it was a lie.

"Death." Snape muttered underneath his breath.

"What was that Snape." Arthur hissed out.

"Nothing, I just hope you all have fun getting him to come along. From what I recall Mr. Potter rarely took orders." Snape reminded him.

"Yes well thank you Severus for your vote of confidence." Dumbledore sarcastically remarked, "Rest assured my friends young Harry will be more than happy to return to us, afterall where else can he truly be himself.

'A Hero'


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Meanwhile on the second floor the eggs begun to hatched; and from within the dark crevices out crawled leeches. Soon the once empty corridor was now filled with the newborn leeches.


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I did it…-breaks into tears- reviews are very much appreciated. Chapter was way to long so I cut some parts out, might add some behind the scenes action later.

-"Comprende, usted mono estúpido…"- You understand you stupid ape