(Dear readers, my internet is about to get shut off soon, so that will mean that I won't be able to publish more chapters and stories at the moment. When my internet reappears, I will certainly try to make up for the lost time I had. Thank you for your patience and liking to the story. It is very much appreciated. Thank you. -ST)

CHAPTER 10

Eric's head was resting on Ever's side. He could hear her faint breathing and feel the slow rise and fall of her chest. The fiery explosion must've affected her badly. Her skin felt warm, and everything about her was faint. She must be unconscious. She made no movement, no sound, but she was still alive.

The air was so thick with smoke, that even Eric felt like he couldn't breathe. His muscles ached from slaughtering Lyssa and being scorched by the fires. It felt like his whole self was rotting away, and he could only imagine how Ever felt. He had to get her out of here.

He started climbing on the walls blindly, his sense of smell weak due to the thick covers of smoke that clung to the atmosphere of the large chamber. He had to find a way out so Ever could breathe in healthier air. He didn't dare to go very far from Ever, though. What if she needed him? What if there was another creature in the room that was set out to kill her. She couldn't defend herself. Not now. He let out a hiss, every now and then crawling back to the girl to see if she was alright. He checked her for wounds with his sense of smell and feeling. He was sure to check her heart rate with his hearing by placing his head to her chest. She coughed a few times, signalling that she could still breathe and is alive, but possibly, not for long.

He crawled away from Everlyn for the tenth time, edging himself farther and farther away from her. He had to get her out, how? He couldn't sense a way out. The smoke wasn't lifting. Was there a way out, or was this a sealed room?

He then heard a loud buzzing noise, like something being sucked together. His muscles tensed up, and a low snarl escaped from Eric's lips. He immediately crawled back to Ever, memorizing the route he took several times to get to her. He crawled upon her protectively, his teeth bared and the snarls turning into long, threatening growls. The smoke was lifting up, which was good, but now he could sense several presences in the large chamber. Eric roared.

He heard foot steps coming his way, and he could smell fresh, normal blood as the beings came closer and closer. He let out a roar, warning them. There was no way we could let anything happen to him or Ever. He pounced on the first person he could grip. He dug his claws into the soft flesh of the human being. He heard the satisfying scream of agonizing pain. He continued clawing and biting at the human until they finally collapsed to the ground. He snarled, scented the air, and pounced on the one closest to Everlyn. He did the same thing to this one as he did to the other. He lashed his tongue out to the ones behind him, sticking the sharp point through a scientist's stomach and throwing him as far as he could manage.

It was difficult to travel as quickly as he could across the floor. It was riddled with sharp metal debris and embers still ruled the ground. It pricked at the bottom of his clawed hands, and he could feel his own blood ooze around the debris. He let out a snarl and grimaced in pain at each step. He heard Ever make a sound behind him, and he turned around only to get more debris in his hands and push the sharp shards in deeper.

He then felt a heavy weight on his back. He roared and felt with his tongue. The figure was large, lean, solid, and with heavy muscles. Eric let out a whine as the weight made him slip to the ground. He clawed at the heavy figure on top of him, but ihe could barely reach. He felt hands touch his neck, and he squirmed some more. Ever! he thought. I must keep Ever safe! He let out another whine as the world went black.

Dr. Burrs looked at the massive B.O.W Tyrant as it stood up with the Licker in his huge hands. The Tyrant stared at Dr. Burrs with its white, milky, glassy eyes, awaiting orders of what to do with the B.O.W in its arms. The doctor pointed to the large vacuum brass doors that him and the other scientists entered through. "Place TL-302 into the cage." The Tyrant turned away, its thick, long black coat fluttering just a bit.

"T-013-2 works like a charm, eh?" smirked one of the other doctos. "Good idea into combining 013 and T-103. Can't believe it turned out so well."

"Yes, well stop marveling about it. It's just like any other experiment we've done. It may have passed this test, but it's just like the other Tyrants."

"O-of course Dr. Burrs. I-I havn't forgotten about that."

"Good," the doctor placed a finger on his eye patch. The wound was still sore even after all those hours after Lyssa's release. Lyssa has proven to be a good, strong creation based off of Ever's part of the experiment, but in the end Lyssa was still over thrown by the original. Amazing. Lyssa, or Genetrix-R2, was meant to replace Ever because of her slow mutations. Evidently Burrs had underestimated the original one.

"Place Genetrix-R in one of the experimental rooms, most preferrably Room 206B. We have work to do, boys." Doctor Burrs gave a low chuckle. The scientists carried the young girl away on a stretcher. Burrs scanned his eye over the smoke and ash filled room. Then his eyes darted to the open vacuum doors. He could see TL-302 in the cage. Why was that Licker trying to protect Ever? He would need to test on TL-302 as well. But for now, his main priority was the girl. He started to walk out of the room. He turned and looked at the fallen Lyssa, his most successful test yet other than Genetrix-R. He huffed, then exit out of the room.

"Mama!" Ever cried out, holding her mother's head. Tears were in her icy blue eyes. "Mommy don't leave me, please!" Her mother took hold of her hand and smiled, showing bloody teeth.

"Keep yourself safe, Everlyn. Remember, I love you, and I'll be looking after you from Heaven. And so will your father, and your cousins, and aunts and ucnles, and everyone else."

"You're the only thing I have left, Mommy. Please don't go."

Her mother coughed and cringed in deep, agonizing pain. The bullet was still inside of her, and blood was seeping out badly and soaked her mother's clothes. This was not the way to end an ill-person's life! Her mother was so sick, and did her best to raise her child. It wasn't fair to have their house robbed and her mother murdered! Her mother's eyes closed, and Ever could feel her mother's life finally ebb away at last. "Mommy!" she shouted, trying to shake her mother awake. The poor eight-year-old cried. "Mommy! Wake up, please!"

Her eyes fluttered open. Pain seared through her like red-hot daggers. Ever hissed and snarled, making sounds that should of never belonged to her. She started squirming, and noticed that her wrists were being held down by large, metal cuffs. Confused and frightened, she felt her body tighten up on the inside. She squirmed some more, crying out sobs of help and pleads. She felt some things shift inside of her. Bones and muscles stretching and and moving. She cried out in pain.

"Genetrix-R is undergoing mutation!" cried one of the scientists in the room.

Wesker had entered the room just in time. He watched as Ever's barely clothed form writher and screach. He saw her claws lengthen, and her ribs were more visible than they were before. Her slits opened and closed rapidly. Her limbs grew, but not much. She began to get several rashes on her torso, fresh and red. She continued to screech and cry in pain. Wesker smirked, though. One step closer into having her in her true form.

After a while, Ever stopped squirming. She was panting hard. She spotted Wesker, and pleaded with her eyes to help her. She was still confused, and uncollected. She didn't know it was him who lead her operation. She shivered in pain, in hunger. She wanted blood, needed blood. Fresh blood. The need to feed. She threw her head back, letting out silent gasps of breath that she felt she could not breathe in. Ever was so lightheaded, felt so sick. She wanted Leon's safety and warmth next to her. She wondered where he was. Ever closed her eyes. Leon, she thought, and passed out.