Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil.
A minor observation; anyone ever notice none of the main characters in Resident Evil smoke? Ever?
Chapter Four: The Chase
"Persistent asshole, aren't you?" I said towards the advancing tyrant, who was fast approaching.
I quickly made my way through the carpeted office and out the other side into the tiled and white hall. "White, everything is always white in these places." I thought as I ran down the hall.
Just then Mr. X punched through the wall in front of me, sending dust and debris into my face and me to the ground. Mr. X seized this opportunity to pick me up by my throat and attempt a punch.
Before he could though, I put my 1911 against the inner part of its elbow and fired a couple rounds. The bullets amazingly broke through and the tyrant was forced to drop me. I quickly rose to my feet and stepped back a bit. Then, with a running start and all my strength, I tackled Mr. X and tried to bring him down. This caused it to lose its balance. I then simply kicked one of its knees in from the inside, causing its knee to buckle and cave, sending it to the ground.
Upon this chance I began to run again down the hall. I checked my map quickly; I was on BF4 and the exit was on BF1. I had a long way to go.
As I proceeded down the hall further, my lack of stamina rushed to me as well as the adrenaline taking its toll. My heart began beating too hard and I almost lost consciousness, my vision becoming dark and blurry. I had to clutch the wall to maintain balance.
After a moment the feeling subsided and I pressed on, knowing Mr. X wasn't far behind. Eventually, I came to a stairwell. It led to the BF3 floor. Upon my exit from the stairs a voice came over the PA system.
"Mr. Wilt, why must you be so difficult?" I heard Wesker say with annoyance in his voice.
"Because I can." I thought to myself.
"So, you've chosen to remain silent
"What, who?" I said sarcastically.
"You're trying my patience Mr. Wilt. That is not wise of you." Wesker warned, still sounding annoyed.
"What in the hell do you want with me?" I nearly yelled, not wanting to give my position away to Mr. X. I was becoming frustrated with having to run my ass off and listen to the Devil.
"There were many before you, and all failed to so much as put down our failed tyrant." Wesker explained, "I've been looking for someone with the survival skills sufficient enough to be able to move on to the next step; eliminating the BSAA and those connected."
"Why?" I questioned as I began walking towards the next staircase. I had to get out.
"They have managed to ruin me before, stopping me short of cleansing this Earth of those unworthy to dwell on it." Wesker said.
"And what makes you think that someone would willingly wipe out an organization that stops pricks like you from destroying mankind?" I asked, still walking throughout the halls, checking behind me for anything coming my way.
"I have a new virus, much like the one that I used long ago, to give to the one that makes it past the tyrant." Wesker told me, "It contains a failsafe that, if that person were to disobey me, would shut down their vital organs causing heart failure and the brain to cease functioning."
"Why in the hell are you doing this to people when you could just go after them yourself?" I asked.
"Why risk my life when I can put someone else on the line?" Wesker said.
"True." I said finding the door to the staircase.
Just as I reached the door, however, a metal barrier slammed down in front of it.
"What the hell?" I said, jumping back and landing on my ass from the shock of almost being crushed.
As I picked myself back up I could hear it coming down the hall, Mr. X. It didn't waste any time and began to run down the hall after me. I looked around for an escape, there was nowhere to go. I had to fight this big bastard.
Mr. X closed the gap between us and attempted a punch to my face. I ducked and ran around him, heading down the hall. A little down the hall on the ceiling I saw a thin panel open. I quickly stopped and stood back as a metal door fell from the ceiling out of the opening and crashed onto the floor, cracking it a little from the impact and sending little chips from the floor into my face.
I turned away from the door and was met with a fist to my stomach from Mr. X, knocking the wind out of me and causing me to stagger. I stumbled out of the way of another punch once again aimed at my face and tried to regain my breathing. I ran to the other end of the hall.
"There's got to be a way to put him down that doesn't cause mutation on his part." I said to myself.
"Unlikely." I heard Wesker scoff.
"Fuck off." I spat at the ceiling.
I finally reached the other end of the hall, coming face-to-face with the first metal door again. I turned around and watched as Mr. X ran towards me.
"Come on, you big bastard." I said, keeping my head against the door, "Come on, hit me."
It came closer.
"Hit me."
Closer.
"Come on, hit me."
Even closer.
"Hit me!"
Mr. X threw his punch towards my face. I ducked and watched his hand plunge into the metal door, causing his hand to become lodged on the other side due to the bending of the metal.
He reached for me with his free hand, but I moved out of the way and ran behind him. With Mr. X still stuck, I jumped on his back and wrapped my arm around its neck.
Quickly, I pulled myself up closer to Mr. X's head with my arm wrapped around his throat. After I was close enough I pulled out my flashlight and held it with me teeth. I grabbed my 1911 and pushed it against Mr. X's shoulder and opened fire. As the bullets ripped into its arm it opened its mouth to cry out in pain.
I dropped my gun and grabbed the flashlight. As quick as I could I took the flashlight and shoved it into the tyrant's mouth. I pushed the flashlight down its throat, causing the creature to gag. Then, I wrapped my other arm around its neck and squeezed with both arms, totally blocking its airway.
Mr. X quickly retracted its arm from the door, nearly severing its hand in the process and causing blood to begin raining from its hand. It tried reaching for me, tried to pull me off, but it couldn't reach. It then tried throwing its back against the wall, using all of its force to try and flatten me, so I merely pushed myself up the wall with my legs.
Just then though, Mr. X's hand began to "repair" itself. I could see the arm beginning to increase in size and the fingers on the hand beginning to split as the claws came from them. I didn't let up though, I was going to kill this asshole of a monster.
Even though Mr. X's hand was mutating, it was still losing a lot of blood and it still couldn't breathe. The combination of the two caused it to buckle and fall to ground on its face. I could feel the tyrant's neck turning cold as the life began to fade from it. As a last attempt to peel me off of its back, Mr. X's mutated arm bent backwards and one of its claws went into my back. The claw missed my spine, but it caused me to cry out in pain as well as tense up, squeezing its neck even more
After a minute or so of holding on, Mr. X quit struggling. It was dead. How dead I wasn't sure, so to be sure, I staggered over to the spot where Mr. X's hand went through. When he pulled his hand back through this caused some of the metal to bend back into the hall, weakening it at the seam.
I broke a piece off in the shape of a triangle and about a quarter of an inch thick and headed over to the tyrant's body. I placed a corner of the metal piece into it neck and raised my foot. Just then it let out a loud and gargled roar. Both being scared shitless by the sudden noise and wanting to end it, I stomped onto the scrap. The metal piece sliced into its neck causing some blood to rush onto the floor and a snapping sound to replace the roar.
After stomping vigorously for a couple of seconds I stood back away from the body and leaned against the wall. The head hung on loosely by some grizzle and skin, rolling off to one side because of the imbalance caused by the nose. Just to make sure, fighting through the haze taking my vision I stood over the body and kicked its head, the skin ripping and causing it to fly down the hall, rolling to the unfazed metal door and into it as the door slowly rose.
I paid no mind to it for the moment and glanced at the wall I leaned on. About where my middle back was, was blood. A lot of it. That must've explained why my vision was fading, blood loss. I fell back against the wall and slid down into a sitting position.
From the risen door I could see Wesker's men come through the hall and towards me. Lazily I reached for the scrap from the door I used to sever Mr. X's head and held it out in front of me . One of the soldiers kicked the metal piece from my hand and stood back. He reached to his belt and pulled a microphone from it.
"Wesker, sir, we've got him." said the soldier into the mouth piece.
"Good. Take him to the lab, but do it quickly. I can't have him bleed out." I heard Wesker say back.
"Yes sir." the soldier said before putting the microphone back.
The first soldier told two others to carry me. One grabbed my left arm, the other grabbed my right, and they dragged my away. As I was being dragged away, I could see the door at the other end of the hall raise up.
"Shut the hell up." I mumbled, before blacking out.
I need to start adding humor. I can't hold a candle to the other storied, but I think I did alright. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading, it's good for you anyway.