Resident Evil: Absolution
Chapter 8 of my Resident Evil story, enjoy.
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Chapter 8
Recovering from their initial bouts, Jason led his team up the Skyscraper, stopping off at various floors to check for anything that would be useful. Only twice during their search did they meet any B.O.W.s, namely Majini but, more often than not, they were encountering the insectoid Reapers.
"This is getting ridiculous." David remarked dryly.
Cashmere shook her head. "Well, it's not got any better, look at that."
They all stopped, the stairwell before them had collapsed, they weren't getting any higher.
Sappira responded at once. "We are not taking the elevator."
Cashmere agreed. "I know, if the schematics we saw are correct, there should be another stairwell."
"Let's hope that is in one piece, or we won't have a choice." Tim added.
Jason didn't say anything, he remained quiet and focused, carefully scanning for any other B.O.W.s, they currently didn't seem to be any, at least on this floor. So they exited the stairwell into the floor, another office floor.
Finally Jason spoke up. "Okay, before we continued, scour the floor, search this whole office, see if there is anything we can use."
They nodded and got to work, being careful to ensure they could still see each other as they searched and could offer aid quickly if necessary. Although quick their search was not fruitless; in fact, the information contained in the offices allowed them to expose more people on Umbrella's payroll and also to ensure they found who was actively aiding Umbrella's viral efforts and who had no idea of the truth behind their employers.
Satisfied they sent the necessary electronic copies of the information to headquarters before entering the other stairwell; these stairs were still in one piece thankfully and they resumed their trek upwards; Jason was surprised at how light resistance was, they were now passing floor fifty, yet had barely had any serious encounters. He wondered if it was deliberate; especially as they were nearing the top of the seventy floor building.
'Are you just fucking with our heads now father?' He wondered.
Just then, as they reached the fifty-fourth floor he felt it. But before he could warn the others, there was a terrible crash and four Reapers burst through the wall, attempting to slash at them.
"Fuck, man!" Tim yelled.
Cashmere snarled and immediately opened fire; as did the others. But it was clear the Reapers held the advantage in this confined space.
"Hold on!" Jason called out.
He used his infection to power himself and swiftly charged in. He slammed one of the Reapers through it's torso and sent it flying in a broken heap, dead.
He turned to the others. "Through the opening, into the actual floor."
They hurried inside and, with more room to move, began to fight back more effectively. They injured the third Reaper at the same time as killing the second, but then the creatures attacked. Jason charged in again and grabbed the third Reaper, tearing off one of its arms before throwing it at the fourth Reaper.
He then kicked the injured Reaper away, right in range of Tim who finished it with his sword. It wasn't until they slaughtered the last of the four Reapers, with a combined head shot from Cashmere and David that they finally saw they were in another office, they immediately resumed their search and gathered more evidence before returning to the stairwell, ready to keep climbing.
But they only got up one floor when Jason stopped; the others saw his expression. He had just felt a massive surge, detected a vast infection.
"This way." He said quietly.
They followed him out onto the fifty-fifth floor. It was clear this was an armoury of sorts, but the group were more focused on something else. There, in the middle of the room, was a single figure.
It was a man of fifty-four, with short slicked back black hair and black eyes, he was Caucasian and dressed immaculately in black dress pants, a white shirt, dark blue tie, black suit jacket, black socks and black polished shoes. It was Jason's father, the head of Umbrella, Trevor Maxwell.
"So you finally made it." He drawled.
Everybody tensed, despite having their weapons ready, despite Trevor carrying no gun. They knew he was infected like Jason was and could move impossibly fast and was unbelievably strong and capable of healing from most wounds. Jason was the only one who could possibly stand a chance against him.
"Father, you..." Jason spat.
Trevor shook his head. "I must say I'm disappointed, in your progress...I thought you'd be here sooner. But maybe the Majini are stronger than I thought. Perhaps Ouroboros is indeed a success."
Tim scoffed. "They're monsters, like all the others, they just take a bit more to kill. But it's over anyway, Umbrella is finished."
"You truly think so..." Trevor remarked with almost absolute calm.
This unnerved most of the group and Sappira tried to maintain her cool. "Of course, we've already uncovered your...pay-offs, we already have everything we need to shut Umbrella down."
"Except of course, none of you are getting out of here alive. Trevor casually remarked. "Your...friends, are more than likely now being slaughtered by my greatest creations, the two great Ouroboros creatures. Mkono and Aheri. Meanwhile, you had the misfortune of running into me."
There was a stony silence; the others realized suddenly that their raid had indeed been anticipated, it was indeed a trap.
Trevor nodded, clearly savouring their horror.
"Yes; and once I kill all of you...Even if Umbrella is lost, I will not be found, I will simply dust things off and continue my work, under a new name, a new angle." He explained. "So you see, I have already won."
Jason then suddenly spoke. "Don't count us out just yet father, your celebrations are premature."
Trevor narrowed his eyes, he knew of course his son was the only one capable of beating him. Before he could retort however, there was a loud noise that caught the attention of everyone. It was then they saw the figure who made the noise.
It was someone the BSAA had encountered before. A woman clad in all black, pants, shirt, gloves and boots and, covering her body, a hooded cloak, which also hid her face.
She was standing by a table at the back of the room, inside a case she had her hands on were three things which stood out, a T-Virus strain, that looked different from any other, the anti-virus to the T-Virus and a blood sample, a blood sample bearing Jason's name.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
