After Dark: The Mansion Incident
Chapter 4: Madhouse
"Shit shit shit shit SHIT!"
He dodged the low flying dog fangs as they came towards him. Falcon summersaulted under the leaping monster as it landed behind him. He drew his revolver from it's holster and turned around, but wasn't quick enough as the dog soon bit his hand, causing him to drop the gun. Captain Falcon cried in pain as he shook the zombie off his aching limb. With a powerful thrust, Falcon launched the dog into the wall, making it let go and falling to the floor. A think trail of blood and guts lined the wall where it hit. The dog didn't last long as it hit the floor. Falcon finished it with one final stomp on the head. A loud splattering sound echoed through the L-shaped hallway as the final cries of the monster disappeared into the darkness.
Falcon relaxed himself as the beast lay silent beneath him. He nearly choked on his own spit. The smell of the vermin infected flesh made the racer want to throw up, but he couldn't. He made himself. He had to control himself. The last thing he needed was a zombie coming up behind him as he's puking on the floor. The sound of a window breaking caused him to stand tall.
Another dog had entered the hallway, this one a Doberman just like the previous. Falcon had no time to reach for his weapon as he soon found himself on the ground with this thing on top of him. He fought back the ferocious teeth with his bleeding hands. He felt like calling for Ike, but felt it would be pointless. Ike was probably off somewhere on the other side of the mansion, hopefully getting somewhere in the finding of their friends. Falcon cried as he stuck his leg under the dog and kicked it off him. The dog landed on it's feet and ran back to kill it's prey. This wasn't going to happen. Captain Falcon reared back as his leg started heating up. As the dog leaped into the air, Falcon's leg had ignited, creating a mass of flame on his ligament.
"Falcon Kick!"
He thrust his leg into the abdomen of the monster, creating a large hole in the centre of the dog. The body instantly caught fire and flew into the wall at the back. The zombie fell to the floor and burned slowly into the carpet. Falcon walked over to the corpse to make sure it was dead. The smell of cooking dog guts was the only answer he needed.
"Hmph, nice try."
Falcon left the dog and went back to retrieve his weapon. This was the second room he had investigated since he and Ike split up.
He was already doing terrible in his mission. After leaving the foyer, Falcon had found himself in a metal room with a statue in the middle. The room was completely empty of anything useful, except for a map he found when examining the statue. Unfortunately, the map only gave the layout of the first floor of the mansion. He sighed as he pulled out the rolled up map from his belt to analyze it. He knew where he was. On the far east side of the mansion, first floor, in an L-shaped hallway. A few empty cupboards sat on the floor every now and then, but besides that, there was nothing useful at all. And with only 5 shots left in his magnum, he feared for how much longer he would be lasting.
He looked at the two smashed windows the dogs had used to enter the room. It was completely dark outside. The only thing that could be seen was the bark of a few trees covering his view from the rest of the forest. He turned back to the map. Two rooms in ten minutes.
He was wasting too much time, especially in that last room. After snooping through some old paintings of landscapes, Falcon had found himself face to face with another member of the walking dead. Of course, he had to dispatch him with a trusty Falcon Punch, which caused some of the paintings to catch fire. He cleared it out by tossing the flaming paintings out the window into the cold, damp darkness. The last thing he needed was for this mansion to catch on fire. Rescue would be impossible if that happened.
Falcon put away his map and wiped the blood from the view of his helmet.
He wished he was home. Not the Smash Mansion, no, he did care about the people at Smash Mansion, but the thing he missed the most was his original life. The life he had before the Smash Brothers. He missed the fast life on the streets of Mute City, his hometown. Competing in the grand prix with thousands of different alien races watching him from around the galaxy. That was what he missed. He missed the glory days, the days when he was seen as a celebrity. He was loved by every woman and feared by every enemy. Captain Douglas J. Falcon had it all. Nothing to worry about except himself. Sure he would find the occasional self-proclaimed girlfriend along the road, but in truth, Falcon never wanted a relationship. He just wanted to live life the way he wanted; a free man. And that was a hard thing to do when you've got stupid people like criminals ruining it for you every waking moment of your life. Falcon did enjoy his job. What was more fun that arresting criminals on the streets of Mute City? Certainly nothing the Smash Brothers could give. But whenever he tried to get some time to himself, a new mission would always pop up. He would have to return to the road as soon as he set foot in his own home. Life was stressful for him. Which, in a sense, make's the Smash Brothers look like a good thing because it gave him some time to relax. He gets his fans from the brawls. He has friends in the roster. But he always had that suspicion that they were always against him.
Samus and Link especially had a thing against him. He never quite knew what it was either. Could it have been jealousy that got the best of them? Or maybe they just flat out hated his guts without question? He never found out why. They've been more friendly to him recently after the events of Raccoon City. He felt he changed as well. After experiencing the destructive power of the T-Virus, Falcon realized how important his friends were to him. He realized how important life was to him. So, it only made sense that he would help Ike find their captured friends together, whether he liked it or not.
He could barely remember how they got trapped in this mansion in the first place. Falcon thought back, trying to remember what happened. He recalled himself in the middle of a brawl with Meta Knight on Final Destination. ROB was monitoring the whole brawl. He remembered the simulation ending all of a sudden as the square room turned back to the way it was. Armored men in black uniforms burst through the door and took them to a chopper. He remembered seeing the scared look in Lucas' eyes. He was near to tears when he saw the soldiers beating some of the smashers who fought back, like Lucario. He took a serious beating trying to escape, but failed. Falcon really was lucky to be alive.
He took a deep breath before reaching for the door in front of him and stepping into the next room. He found himself standing in a small boxed hallway, a few windows allowing the moonlight to clear the darkness. He looked around and waited for the sound of moaning corpses. Nothing. This hallway was empty. With a sigh of relief he walked up to the first door in front of him. The rest of the hallway curved around to the west side, but he ignored it for now. It was better to investigate this place one room at a time.
Magnum ready, Falcon cranked the knob and leaped into the room. He almost landed in the nearby bathtub. A greenish liquid was sitting in the tub. The water level was unusually high. He stopped when he realized where he was. His reflection blinked at him in the mirror. Falcon was standing in a bathroom.
"Hey, you okay over there?"
Falcon whizzed around to look for the voice. Moldy wall tiles stared him down from above, but he couldn't see anyone else standing with him in the small room. A worried look grew on his face.
"Who's there?" he asked out loud.
"Turn around."
Falcon spun on his heel so that he was facing the mirror. His reflection stared blankly at him.
"Where?" he asked again.
"Right here," replied his reflection.
Falcon blinked beneath his helmet. Was his own reflection in the mirror talking to him? He studied the image of himself in front of him. Several small bloodstains painted the sides of the reflection's cheeks, some of it splattered on to the top of his red helmet.
"Are you...talking to me?" asked Falcon worriedly into the mirror. The reflection chuckled.
"Heh heh. Sure am. I've been with you since you've been around. Its about time you noticed me," said the reflection, "call me Douglas. Named after you of course."
Falcon continued to stare blankly at the image as he holstered his weapon. Was he losing his mind? Reflections are not supposed to talk to their owners! This was getting creepy. Falcon took off his helmet and set in on the counter by a moldy bar of green soap. His face was covered in sweat. The emerald hair atop his head was plastered to his forehead. He shook his head before holding it.
"Man, what happened?" he asked in a daze.
"Nothing's happened. Why? What were you expecting?"
"Are you fore real?" Douglas rolled his eyes.
"Am I for real? Of course I am! What was your first assumption?"
"I thought I was going insane."
"Well, no worries there big guy. You're fine. Trust me. Now, are you going to wash that crap off your face or not? I can barely stand to look at you."
Falcon looked at the bloodstains on Douglas' cheeks before leaning down and turning on the sink. The hot water did not seem to be running, so Captain Falcon had to settle with the cold. He stuck his gloves in the water and splashed his face with it. It was refreshing considering that he was all sweating just moments before. After a few minutes of rinsing, he turned off the water and looked back up at his reflection.
"Better now?" asked Douglas.
"Way better. That's just what I needed. Now that I'm refreshed, I have a question. Why are you here?"
Douglas was a bit nervous to reply, but he did as clear as he could.
"I'm here to make sure you don't go insane."
Falcon stared at his reflection, slowly raising an eyebrow at this comment. He's here to make sure he doesn't go insane? How is that supposed to work? how can that even be true?
"Are you fucking kidding me?" said Falcon arrogantly, "I am not insane."
"Not yet you're not, but once you discover the horrors hidden deep within this mansion, you will learn that it doesn't take much for a person to crack. You've played it pretty calm so far. But as the night goes on, you will slowly start to tremble. I'm warning you now. If you don't find your friends soon, there won't be anyone to help you."
Falcon turned away from the mirror and faced the bathtub behind him, contemplating on this. There was always the possibility of one losing their minds. It just depended on how it could happen. Falcon never thought of himself as one to lose his sanity. Still, you could never be too careful.
"Are you sure this could happen?" he asked, not even looking at Douglas.
"The probability is more than likely. I suggest you take precautions. The sooner you find your friends, the safer you will be. Trust me."
"That's the thing. I don't trust you. How can I know you're really my conscience? You could be that smart-ass-prick trying to put a trick on me. He's probably watching me right now."
Falcon noticed a camera staring down at him from the ceiling.
"Yeah, this is definitely a trick."
"I'm afraid you are mistaken. I am telling you the truth. If you don't heed my warning, you will die, Captain Falcon. Now do yourself a favor and get out of here. Find your friends. Escape the mansion. Quickly, before it's too late."
"Ha. You're a laugh."
"Listen to me!"
"I have a better idea."
Falcon smashed the mirror with his fist, creating a loud, reverberating sound to echo throughout the east side of the mansion. He shook he shattered glass off his arm and into the sink. He reached for his helmet and slipped it onto his head before cracking his neck.
"Uptight son of a-"
He felt cold hands grab him from behind as he was shoved forward onto the counter. The smell of rotting zombie flesh quickly filled the air.
"Oh God dammit!" he shouted as the zombie attempted to bite into his back. Falcon turned the situation around in a second. He stuck his foot up and kicked off the counter causing himself and the monster to fly back and trip into the bathtub. He elbowed the monster in the jaw as he jumped out of the tub and back onto the moldy carpet. A green liquid was oozing down his uniform. The zombie pulled itself out of the tub as it started moaning again. Falcon reached behind him and armed himself with a large glass shard from the broken mirror. He went into a battle stance as the zombie slowly approached him. He slashed across it's chest with the shard causing blood to fly out of it's abdomen. The monster continued to move in on it's prey. He slashed again and again across the chest. The monster did not seemed fazed at all. It lunged forward to grab the racer. He pointed the shard outwards as the zombie leaned into the attack. The glass shard punctured the monster through the heart and poked out through it's back. With a final cry, the monster fell to the floor, dead, a large piece of glass wedged into it's side.
Falcon stared at the corpse for a few seconds. That attack was so fast, he was surprised he hadn't anticipated it before. The water level in the tub was now half as high as it was when he first came in. The zombie must have been under the water. Had the mirror been on the wall, Falcon would have been able to see it coming. He let this thought get lost within the bowels of his mind. He didn't believe in a conscience. And he wasn't about to either. With one last glance at the corpse, he reached for the doorknob and stepped back into the hallway. Yet again, he has wasted his time with another useless room.
He turned the corner as the hall curved around. Falcon could smell the rotting flesh in the area. The moldy carpet under his feet did not help either. The hallway opened up into a slightly larger room with nothing to show but an empty cabinet and a large window. The moonlight was relaxing, but the mood quickly turned a Falcon remembered where he was.
"No goofing off. I have a job to do."
He walked around the next corner and noticed a white door. He opened it and stepped into a bright room. This room was perfectly square, only about 7 feet in length. It was smaller than the bathroom. A single wooden door sat on the other end of the small room. Falcon examined his surroundings, but found nothing. The room was completely empty. The white ceiling up above his head was unusually high. He did not take this into consideration though as Falcon soon left through the next door out of boredom.
The next room was nothing strange. In the centre of the rectangular room sat a coffee table with a sofa sitting on a carpet. A dusty ash tray was on the wooden table along with a small plant. Several cabinets lined the near wall. A typical living room. The thing the caught Captain Falcon's eye was on the far wall. A lone shotgun was idly mounted on the wall. He couldn't resist the temptation. Falcon walked over and lifted the gun off it's place in the wall. He examined the weapon. It was in perfect condition and had six shells loaded into it's barrel. Just what the doctor ordered. Falcon slung the weapon over his shoulder and exited back into the white room.
As the door closed behind him, he heard a sharp clicking noise. Dust started to float down from the ceiling as a rumbling sound echoed through the small room. Falcon couldn't detect where the sound was coming from. He checked the door he came in from to find it locked.
"Oh shit..."
He looked up to find the ceiling slowly moving towards him. It was a trap.
"Oh shit!"
Falcon ran to the other door leading to the main hallway to find it locked as well. There was no escape. He did the only thing he normally did when faced with a problem.
"Falcon PAWNCH!"
His flaming fist slammed into the door, but it refused to budge. It was stuck. Not even his most powerful move could pierce the barrier before him. And still, the ceiling continued to fall towards him. Falcon cried out.
"Hey! Is there anyone out there!? Help me!"
He banged loudly on the door. There was no reply.
"Somebody!" he cried. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice.
"Who is in there?" asked a low muffled voice from the other side. Captain Falcon recognized the voice, but couldn't believe who it was.
"Meta Knight! Get me out of here!"
"Stand back."
Falcon backed off from the door and started to crouch. The ceiling was now too low for him to stand up. The sound of metal slicing at wood could be heard on the other side. He got low on the floor as the ceiling lowered itself. The door opened and he saw a gloved hand reach for him.
"Come on!"
Falcon grabbed Meta Knight's hand and let him drag him out of the room. The ceiling collapsed into the floor, flattening anything that was in it's way. Both survivors fell on the floor outside the room, which was now blocked by a giant wall of white. Falcon was breathing heavily.
"Phew, thanks man. I don't know how I would have been able to make it out of there on my own."
The star warrior brought himself to his feet and wrapped his cape around himself.
"You would have done the same for me."
"True that."
Falcon stood up and examined his saviour. Mate Knight was completely clean of blood stains or wounds. His mask wasn't even cracked. His sword, Galaxia, was in it's sheath.
"How did you escape from the soldiers?" asked Falcon.
"They could not contain us. I managed to escape with a few others. But we were separated a while ago. The majority of us are still being held captive. They plan on performing tests on us for their viral experiments. Fortunately, I happened to be passing by when you called for hep. What were you doing in there anyway?"
Falcon looked at the shotgun on his back before replying.
"Um, looking for you. I haven't been able to locate the others yet. You have any idea where they are?"
"No. If only I had map, I would be able to know which rooms I've visited."
Falcon reached for his map and handed it to the shorter warrior.
"I fond this. It gives us a layout of the first floor."
Meta Knight snatched the piece of brown paper and skimmed over it a few times. He handed it back to the racer.
"I see," said the star warrior. "We should not be wasting our time. A handful of us were able to escape. If we can rally the survivors, we may have a fighting chance at whatever is lurking in the darkness of this mansion."
"Agreed," replied Falcon as he put away the map. "Do you need a gun? I got two here."
"No thank you. I do not use guns."
"Alright suit yourself. Which way did you come in from?"
"The window over there. I was trying to figure out where we were, but it's too dark outside for me to get a clear view of our location. We could be anywhere in the world where there are trees."
"I kind of figured as much. Did you have any problems with the zombies?"
"I haven't run into any yet, but I'm well aware that they are here in the building. Our priority is to locate the escaped survivors. There is strength in numbers. Have you heard anything from Link and the others?"
"Link? Isn't he with you?"
"No. He Samus, Snake, Sonic, and Ike were not with the captives when I was down there. You don't know where they are?"
"Well,I know Ike is somewhere investigating on the west side. As for the other four, I'm not too sure. We can only hope that they are okay. If they aren't here, we shouldn't worry about them. They could be safer than the rest of us."
"True. I am glad I found you. At least now I know it's possible to survive in here."
"Tell me about it. Well, we won't get anywhere just standing around. Let's go."
"You lead. You've been here longer."
Falcon turned to the door on the other end of the hall.
"Haven't been over there yet. Come on," he said.
Meta Knight did not reply.
The two of them wandered off into the dark hallway.
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Ike cursed as the zombie lunged at him. He jumped back, but didn't realize the set of stairs behind him. He tumbled down, obtaining several bruises on his body before he landed on the hard wood floor at the bottom. There was a throbbing pain in his head. He could feel the blood pumping it's way through the arteries. And still, Ivan's voice echoed through the room.
"Get up Ike! Get up! The fun has only just begun!" he laughed.
The swordsman cursed again as he slowly brought himself to his feet, limping a bit. He had dropped his sword earlier when he entered the room. An attempt at retreating caused him to get ambushed by another zombie and fall down the long staircase. Ike coughed as blood spat from his mouth. A fourth zombie turned the corner on the same floor he was on. He shook his head violently, trying to get that painful feeling out of his head. Why did it hurt so much? Did he hit his head off of something on his way down the steps? His vision was slightly blurred as he watched the clumsy humanoid walk towards him. Ivan's laughter brought him back into reality.
Ike ran towards the zombie as it reached for him. He dodged behind it and kicked it in the back, causing it to land in front of the staircase. Three previous zombies were attempting to walk down the stairs. Thee was too many enemies in this room, and the walls were too narrow. Ike needed a better plan. As the zombie on the floor brought itself to it's feet, Ike spat unintentionally. He looked around for anything he could use. Some large boxes were stacked underneath the staircase, but besides that, there was nothing else of use in the room. Various paintings of landscapes hung on the walls accompanied by a small drawer in a corner. This small hallway was getting smaller by the second as all four zombies approached Ike, the same dead look behind their crimson eyes.
Ike backed up against the wall behind him. He was cornered, and there was no where to go.
"Giving up already, Ike?" said Ivan's voice through a speaker in the ceiling.
Ike ignored the voice as he felt the wall behind him. His heart jumped when he found a doorknob. He quickly turned and cranked open the door with little effort.
He dashed into the room, slamming the door on the face of a close monster. He pushed against the door as the zombies banged on it from the other side. The room he was in was small, but had some kind of safe feeling to it. A single bed with white sheets sat on the opposite end from the door next to a night stand with a typewriter on it. A large shelf containing various chemicals and serums stood on the right wall. Next to the door was a large wooden trunk that could fit a whole person in it. Ike looked about his surroundings twice. There was not much to work with here. He looked up in a corner of the medical room to see a white camera. Ivan waited patiently on the other end. He wanted to see what cunning plan Ike would come up with next.
The sweat on Ike's head started to drip to the floor as the zombie continued ramming against the door. It wouldn't hold for much longer. Ike may have been strong, but strength was useless if the door wasn't stable. It would only be a matter of time before the wooden barrier collapsed at the weight of the creatures.
Ike reached for the trunk and pulled it up against the door to help barricade the room. For some reason, the trunk was unusually light. After moving it in front of the door, Ike opened the trunk. Three objects lay in the bottom of the container; a handgun, a First Aid Spray, and what looked like handgun bullets. This was just the fire power Ike needed, but he had never used a gun in his life. He immediately pulled out the spray and hooked it to his belt, followed by the retrieval of the handgun and bullets. The clip in the weapon was fully loaded to 15 shots. Would this be enough to kill four zombies? He didn't have time to think about it as soon, the door gave way and collapsed on top of the trunk.
Ike backed away from the door as the monsters attempted to climb into the room over the trunk. They continued to call for their prey to come closer. Ike wasn't falling for it. He raised the gun in front of his face and took aim. His first shot was a complete miss as it zoomed over the heads of the monsters. He flinched at the powerful sound of the bullet firing. But he was wasting too much time as soon, one of the zombies crawled into the room and stood up. Ike looked into the abyss that made up the monsters pupils. He couldn't even see his reflection through it.
The zombie lunged at him, but Ike reacted just in time as the zombie soon had a bullet through it's head at point-blank range. It's head exploded as it collapsed to the floor in a heap. The swordsman stared at the corpse, shocked at the sight of what he just did. He didn't' notice the other three monsters enter the room. Ike raised his gun to fire, this time striking one of the zombies in the chest. It just absorbed the bullet and kept coming.
Ike didn't have time to fire as soon, the zombie had grabbed his shoulders and sank it's teeth into his neck. Ike cried out in pain as blood flew out from his mouth and wound. He had dropped the handgun.
"Don't give up hero! There is still hope!" said Ivan laughing again. Ike's eyes flared red as he listened to the deranged scientist mock him. Hew couldn't take it anymore. Ike threw the zombie off of him into the the other two, giving himself some room between him and them. He was bleeding badly, the wound was deep. The carpet had now been painted red from the assault. He was running out of options.
Ike reached down, picked up the handgun and aimed it at his enemies. He was having trouble deciding which one to shoot first. They were now advancing on him again. Ivan's voice was starting to get annoying.
"Come on Ike! Shoot them! Why are you standing there? Just shoot th-"
A bullet pierced the camera eye and caused the machine to short circuit. Ike dropped his smoking weapon on the floor again. He was too weak. He was starting to give up all hope for this mission. He was just one guy, against an army of the living dead. What were the odds of him living after this? He should never have tried to save them. He would have been better off trying to escape on his own. He walked backwards as far from the group as possible, waiting for his inevitable death. He closed his eyes as tears started to flow from his eyes.
"I'm sorry, everyone. I'm sorry, Zelda. I've let you all down already. I'm no hero. I'm just a guy in way over his head. I'm going to get what I deserve. None of you will ever have to worry about me again."
His thoughts flashed back to all the times he spent with his friends. All the times he enjoyed his life for what it was. He didn't care about living or dying. Just as long as he could spend life with his princess, he was happy. He missed her. He missed them all. But now they were gone. Taken from him by the very man he hated. He was all alone. He remembered her voice. Her beautiful voice. The voice that had calmed him down when he was all upset. Her eyes were as blue as the vast ocean itself. Her touch a wonderland of love. She was his world. And now, his world was gone, infected by the T-Virus, and held captive in a madhouse. Why was she gone?
He was just with her this morning. He remembered her lying in a bed, in the hospital wing, dying. But, she was safe now right? He did bring her the herbs she needed. But did they really work? What if they found out about her and infected her again? Were they purposely doing this just to piss him off? Or was there some greater reason? Was she a key part to their plan for whatever they were trying to accomplish? And of all people, why her? Why him?
Ike hated attention. He spent his whole life getting attention from people, unintentionally or not. From his days in the army until his nightmare in Raccoon City, he's been getting attention. The scars on his back were still there; the scars he received from all the attention. Why was it so difficult? He never joined the Smash Bros. to be popular. He did it for her. He just wanted to make her happy.
He wanted to be happy.
And now, this third party wants her.
Umbrella wants her.
To them, she is nothing but an experiment, just a lab rat.
"And now, she's going to die because of me. I couldn't protect her. I'm completely useless." Ike put his head down.
It was over.
His adventure was over.
His nightmare was over.
His life was over.
Ike was nothing more than a zombie, wandering in the dark, searching for a purpose.
"Ike...Don't go..." Ike head rose.
"Zelda?" he choked.
"Help me, Ike. You promised you would never leave me. You promised. Don't give up now. Please."
"I can't save you. I'm too weak. I failed you."
"Please Ike! You have to get up! There is still time! Get up! Don't you love me anymore?"
"I...I do love you..."
Ike stood tall, flames burning in his eyes. He watched the monsters stumble towards him, now more hungry than ever. His face was dark, almost as if he was possessed.
"I love you, Zelda. Thank you for reminding me. I'm not going to lose. I will find you. I will save you. I will save everyone. I will kill the virus. I will kill them all. For you. I will do it for you!"
Ike reached behind him and lifted the typewriter over his shoulder, completely ignoring the fresh wound on him.
"I won't die!"
He swung the typewriter wildly in the small room. The first zombie's skull collided with the heavy object, causing it's head to fly clean off it's body and slam into the shelf. Some of the serums on the shelf fell from the shock. Ike took another step forward and slammed the machine across the second zombie's legs. It fell to the ground with a moan. Ike raised the typewriter above his head and slammed it down on the chest of the monster, creating a large gaping hole through the middle of it. He stood up just in time to dodge the last zombie as it lunged at him. The creature was completely open to attack. Ike rammed the monster, slamming his fist into it's side. The force of the attack caused the zombie to fly out of the room and back into the hallway. It twitched on the ground before it's face was crushed by Ike's boot. The swordsman stood over his vanquished enemy in triumph, but a dead look filled his eyes.
He was victorious.
At first, he couldn't react to anything. He was alive. A striking pain in his neck brought him back to attention. He reached for his old First Aid Spray can and sprayed the remains of it into his wound. The flesh instantly closed up over the blood and he was revitalized. The pain was gone. He inhaled deeply.
"I won't die, Zelda. You have my word. My promise."
Ike retrieved his sword and fallen handgun before examining the bodies on the floor. All of the zombies had been wearing similar dinner jackets. Wherever these people were harvested from, they were all from the same place. But it was irrelevant. Ike couldn't even remember what he was doing before he got interrupted by those monsters. He stood by himself in the quiet hallway for a moment before Ivan's voice returned.
"I say, that was marvelous. I couldn't expect anything less from you, Ike," he said. Ike cursed to himself before turning to the camera.
"What do you want?" he asked rudely.
"Why nothing, my friend! I'm just congratulating you on your recent victory."
"Don't call me friend. I already told you, you aren't my friend. If you were, you would have let me out of here hours ago."
"True. But that's not why I'm talking to you. I wanted to ask you, how did it feel?"
"How did what feel?"
"How did it feel to kill those infected civilians?"
"What do you mean how did it feel?"
"What were you feeling when you bashed that typewriter into their bodies?" Ike paused for a moment before responding.
"Why should I tell you?"
"For the experiment's sake. If you refuse to answer the question, I will have no choice but to kill your friends. All I have to do is say the word."
"I don't know. It was just...I don't know how to put it. They attacked me, so I defended myself."
"Ah, I see that. But were you experiencing any emotions at the time? Anger? Joy? Vengeance?" Ike paused again.
"Well...I'll admit...It did feel good."
"It felt good. It felt good to kill those things. That's interesting."
"You wouldn't even know how good it felt to kill those things. It was entertaining to see them tremble at my attacks, completely vulnerable to everything I did."
"Anything else?"
"It was fun. And I enjoyed it. That's how it felt. But the fun I have killing these things won't be nearly as fun as when I finally get to put you in your place."
"Ha. I'm touched. Well, your emotions seem to be just as we predicted. The virus is spreading at a steady rate, absolutely normal."
"The T-Virus? You've infected me wit it."
"Well, not quite. You see, if you were infected with the T-Virus, you wouldn't be feeling this rush of adrenaline like you did just now. You wouldn't be having 'fun', believe me. You would be cold, afraid, dead. No no, my friend, the virus we've put in you is far more powerful than any old Tyrant Virus."
Ike froze at this. He didn't know how to react. So all this time, he's been infected with a secret virus, one that's been making him feel good for killing zombies? What did they put in him.
"What did you do to my body?" he asked as calmly as he could.
Ivan paused before responding.
"You will find out in due time. If you plan on rescuing your friends while you are still sane. Time is of the essence. Because if that virus takes over your body, there won't be anything you can to save your friends, let alone yourself. So, run along. Quickly if you value your life."
"Damn you! What's going to happen to me!?"
"That's enough questions for now, Ike. Move along."
"Tell me what's going to happen!"
There was no response. Ivan was done with talking to him. Ike stood in the bloody hallway in silence. He had a virus in his body. But it wasn't any old T-Virus. He didn't know of any other possibilities besides the Plagas. But the odds of that were still slim. There was a third virus he didn't know about. A seemingly superior virus that gave it's victims a surge of power. He shook his head to get the thoughts out.
"If I go quickly, I won't have to worry about what's going to happen to me. This virus may b strong, but I am stronger. That's what I must believe. I will not succumb to the evil like Orlow did in Raccoon City. I will survive. I will live. And I won't die."
Ike collected himself together and continued his way down the hall.
The sweat that had beat on his forehead was gone now.
He was cold.
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