Necrovictus

I would like to apologize for my lack of updates, the reason for this being i was inspired to write another fic, and my computer died. In celebration of my new/old really slow eMachine, and my friend letting me borrow his copy of Dead Space 3, I grace you with another chapter. By the way, if any of you like the anime Naruto, you should look at my other fanfic, Bleed.

C4-Reap

Isaac looked at his repaired hand in awe and decided in that moment that whatever the scientists of Titan station did to him helped, and he wasn't going to squander it if he wanted to survive this new outbreak. He was not going to assume himself invincible, but he could rest easy knowing that he wouldn't need to worry about dismemberment as long as there were other Necromorphs or corpses nearby, though he wasn't too sure if he could survive decapitation.

He sadly looked at the body of the man he tried to save, then shut his eyes and turned away.

This is how it always is, he thought, I can't save anyone. The engineer turned and left the room. Once he was in the hallway, he turned left and saw a flailing Necromorph snarling and swinging its deadly bladed arms wildly. He took aim with the plasma cutter and fired, taking off the arms and head of the corpse.

Isaac continued down the path and went through the doorway and into a room with blood stains and X-rays on the walls the only thing remotely interesting about this room was the pair of plasma batteries on the counter. He grabbed them and placed them in his RIG storage. When he couldn't find anything else in the room, he left.

After a short series of hallways, he came out into the lobby of the hospital. Looking behind the desk, Isaac found a power node he knew he could use to modify his equipment, as sparse as it is right now. The left hallway was on fire, so his only option was right. He went down that hallway, coming to another burning path. The fire extinguishers suddenly turned on, simultaneously scaring the shit out of him and putting out the fire at once.

After turning left he was attacked by a rather fast Necromorph sprinting and swinging at him. Isaac ducked and responded with a left hook into the monsters side, cracking some ribs and knocking it down just as another walking corpse smashed through the ceiling and landed on top of Isaac before he could bring the plasma cutter up.

He kicked the monster off of him and into the ceiling, rolling out of the way as it came crashing down. Isaac stood up as the first Necromorph got up and began trying to slash at him with its blades. He shot off its head and severed its left arm, killing it. Another Necromorph ran out of the right side hallway and joined the second one, which had got up by now, in dashing towards Isaac with the sole purpose of ending his life in a very bloody way.

Isaac shot the closest one twice in the chest, knocking it down again and giving Isaac time to remove a leg and an arm in order to kill it. The other corpse kept running and was almost upon him when he realized that his gun wasn't firing. The beast managed a long, shallow slice across Isaac's chest, and he retaliated with a bone shattering punch to the jaw and a backhand to the other side of its head, tearing the appendage from its shoulders. He grabbed the Necromorphs right arm and ripped off, thus ending its unlife.

Isaac slumped against the wall and realized that he hadn't changed the battery of the plasma cutter since he started using it. He changed the battery and set it aside as he thought about these Necromorphs. They're different somehow, they seem to be smarter, he thought. He glanced down at the quickly healing wound in his chest, faster too.

As soon as the wound was finished healing, he stood up and started traversing the barely-lit hallways, Why does it always have to be dark, he mentally groaned. He came out into a room with flashing red lights and an actual person. The man, Stross he remembered from the earlier video with the insane doctor, was waving at him and shouting for Isaac to follow. Isaac frantically followed and ran after Stross through some halls and stairs while the alarms screeched murderously. He ran into a room and saw Stross waving him under a steadily closing door, shouting something that was lost in the blaring noise.

The door closed and Isaac was left alone in a room with a lot of vents, sirens and lights, something that was never good in the past. His comm crackled to life "I told you to hurry how'd you miss it!?" Daina shouted. Isaac was annoyed "Look, I don't need your help!" he yelled.

"Fine! Let's see how you do without it." She stated ominously.

Almost on cue several Necromorphs ranging from the standard Slasher to the scorpion like Leapers came out of the various vents and rushed Isaac. He shot off the tail of a leaper and the arm of another slasher and just kept firing plasma bolts into the crowd of monsters. By the time he used his last plasma battery up, most of the monsters were gone but four still remained in front of him. Isaac felt intense pain in his chest and looked down to see a scythe like blade exiting his chest. He grabbed the blade firmly then spun around, detaching the blade from the tail of the leaper behind him. He yanked the blade out of his chest and drove it down through the torso of the beast with enough force to crack the concrete floor beneath it, and it died instantly.

Isaac tried to throw the blade at the other Necromorphs but it wouldn't leave his hand. Without questioning the strangeness of it he ran forward and began hacking limbs off of the four Necromorphs, further covering himself in blood. After he killed them, he looked at the blade in his hand, it had felt so natural to use the organic blade, and looking at it he saw why.

The scythe was fused to his palm.

Recoiling over the fact, he tried to break it off or otherwise make it disappear, and it shrunk down and slid into his wrist, the place where it fused completely healing and vanishing.

Pushing the thoughts of the blade aside, he activated his comm and contacted Daina. "Next time you set somebody up, try not to make it seem so blatant, now where the fuck do you want me to go?" He bit out. "I've already sent you the location" she said a little too calmly.

"Great, headfirst into another ambush, maybe these ones will have guns" he said scornfully before cutting out the comm. He looked at the plasma cutter he had tossed on the floor, before picking it up, the red laser confirming it was empty. Curious, he held out his right hand and focused on a blade being there and sure enough, a long, wicked blade shot out of his wrist. There was no pain, strangely enough, but it seemed too… easy. Maybe this was why all of the dementia infected people killed so effectively, it was just so easy.

"Well then", he said as he withdrew the blade," let's keep going…"

Again sorry for the long wait, but I didn't exactly have a computer, I wrote Bleed on my Kindle Fire.

With that said, please review!