Resident Evil: No End In Sight To This Nightmare
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters related to Resident Evil. Any similarities between monsters in my story and someone else's is completely a coincidence.
Chapter Ten
: The Silent OneLeon holds Dusty by his collar and leans in, "Now, shall we get out of this city, or should I follow you around this whole damned city, just waiting to bust your right kneecap?"
Dusty whimpers under Leon's gaze and says, "How about we get out of here first. Then we can fight it out."
Leon nods and says, as he releases his grip on Dusty, "The let's go. I don't think they sealed off the city, not when the outbreak occurred this fast... So we might be able to hoof it out of here."
Claire walks up to them and says, as she points her gun at the ground, "I see you two are playing nice. Damn.. I was hoping to join in the fun and bust a few kneecaps..."
Dusty and Leon arch eyebrows and exchange looks of confusion, then slowly walk back to the gun shop. Michaels stands up from the trashcans and slides a small vial into his pocket. Dusty walks up to Claire and keeps step with her. Leon rubs the smudge from his shotgun, and turns to Michael.
"Is there anything important we need to know about Genesis?"
Michael jerks his head to him and replies, "Not really, it's still in the 'drawing-board' stage as far as I know. I don't remember much, as they kept changing my shifts around. But I think Dr. Leach has been working on it when I wasn't. But Genesis should just be an idea in the wind."
Leon stops and looks at Michael, an expression of confusion on his face, "I thought you said that Umbrella was coming to get it?"
Michael gags and replies, his face flushing of color for a second, "Well they can create the virus from my documentation, it's just that the Riley facility doesn't have the necessary machinery needed to form a virus, or anything for that fact... We can't even make Penicillin... It's sad you know?"
Leon smiles and replies, "It makes me wonder how the T-Virus was released in the first place."
Michael nods in agreement and they walk down the street, Michael's hand resting on the vial in his pocket.
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Thomas makes it to the Arena in three minutes, giving him plenty of time to kill the zombies that stumble around the streets. He flips off the roof of the Post Office and lands on a zombie, crushing it in half upon contact. He stands straight and holds out his palm, then grunts, the tentacle flying out and snapping three zombies' heads off. He twirls the tentacle behind him and slices a zombie in half, then back-flips, dropping his knee onto its head.
He looks around, the streets are empty, "Where'd they go? -Sniffs- Hmm... I guess it's time to go inside."
He walks through the doors and sniffs again, picking up a smell of blood and sweaty animals... He walks past the concession stands, up the stairs, and arrives at the arena, and stares at the glass cylinder resting at center-court. He jumps down and walks up to it, something telling him this isn't good.... But he likes a challenge..
He taps on it and jokes, "Can I borrow a cup of sugar mate?"
He shoulder-rolls to the left as the glass case shatters, an ape-like arm resting outside the case. It twists around, then jerks upward, splitting the case as it rises. Thomas walks backwards, a smile crawling over his tanned skin. He lets the tentacle fly out, then sits down in a chair, waiting for the creature to tear through the rest of the glass.
You wasted your time with this one... It can't even jump...
He laughs as it flies through the air, its legs powerful enough to push it to the bigscreen, nearly seventy feet up. It lands and the ground shakes, its glare locked on Thomas. He stands up and pulls out his knife. He flicks the blade out and jumps at the creature, but is stopped midair by a held out fist. He slams into a row of chairs and drops the knife, since close-range won't work. He releases his tentacle and jumps into the air, then slams the tentacle down, smiling as it wraps around the creature's arm. His smile turns to a grimace as the creature slams him into the ground, using his own weapon against him.
This is going to be a bit difficult...
He rolls away from a dropped foot and stands to his feet, his handgun in his hands. He aims above the creature's head and pulls off three rounds, knocking the wires holding the big-screen up out. It groans and sways, then drops on top of the creature. Thomas slides back from the contact and smiles, happy to have the creature dead, yet disappointed that it dies so easily...
"Weak..."
It doesn't last long, as the screen groans, then flies through the air, the creature sitting in the middle of the dust and debris. It's chest heaves as it inhales and exhales deeply. It twists its left arm and a large bone-like blade snaps from his wrist.
Wait... It IS the bone.... How odd, and slightly disturbing...
Thomas slams his tentacle into the floor and crouches into a fighting stance, his eyes locked on the white orbs the creature probably 'sees' with. He crouches a bit more, then pushes into the air, smiling as the creature does the same. The G-Virus pumping through his bones and veins sends him higher, right up to where the screen was once attached. He lands on the girder and throws his tentacle down, wraps it around the creature's neck, then drops back. As he stops right in front of the creature, he groans and screams as the tendons in the tentacle begin to stretch and snap, causing him the most pain he's felt in forever. He growls, then screams as he tears the tentacle off, using it to choke the creature. He swings to avoid its attacks, then stops, as the attacks become slow, and then finally cease. He smiles, then releases the tentacle. He lands on the big screen and screams as his left leg collapses instantly.
"Oh, shit..." groans Thomas as he rubs his leg, "possibly a fracture, or just a sprain."
He rolls onto his back and sits there, amazed as the creature is still attached to the screen-support. He looks at his left wrist and sighs at the indentation, then turns around and stands up. he swipes the dirt and dust from his person, and walks out, leaving the creature to spin solitarily.
"I'm done, what now?"
"Well done, but I want you to meet Genesis. That was just a bit of warm-up for you. But such a shame you removed your only weapon..."
Thomas laughs at this, what can possibly beat a G-Creature? He ducks as one of the Press-Boxes explodes, sending glass and debris raining down. Thomas swipes the glass from his black hair and stands erect, his eyes locked on the figure in the dust cloud, and the weird abominations attached to its body.
One of them explodes on its left leg and little slug-like things fly through the air and attach to his body, "Odd......"
His body feels like it's on fire as one of the slugs bites down. He swats them off his body and steps on them, smiling as the squish loudly.
"You got to do better than that!!"
More explosions fill the arena and Thomas covers his face.
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It amazes me.. No matter how fast an outbreak occurs, the gun store is always empty!
Leon kicks the glass case and says, "Merry Christmas guys...."
Dusty checks his watch, "Holy shit... It is Christmas.... December 25th, 2004.... What the hell...."
Claire snorts from the back room and walks back out, three boxes of handgun rounds tucked in her arms. She drops them onto the countertop and they land with hollow thuds.
"Yeah, they're empty. This place is empty..." replies Claire as she sits down on the leather chair.
Michael drops a shotgun and says, "There's no trigger, no hammer, and the stock is cracked."
Dusty leans against the wall and smirks, "What now, Super-Cop?"
Leon growls and says, "Remember.. I am the better shot. So, I got one word: Kneecap."
Dusty laughs and says, "I was just joking, damn. I guess we head for the outskirts, if they haven't sealed it off."
Leon and Claire exchange glances, then the ground begins to shake and rumble, then stops as soon as it started. Everyone exchanges awkward glances to one another, then slowly step out into the street. Dusty pops a cap into the Lone Zombie and they stare at the smoke billowing from where Riley Arena is situated.
Leon stares for a second longer, then says, "Well, that's odd..... Shall we take a look?"
Dusty and Claire nod, then they walk forward, leaving Michael standing in the street, a worried look upon his face.
Dusty turns back, places a hand on his shoulder, "You okay bud?"
Michael shakes his head quickly, then nods, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just caught in the moment."
Dusty smiles, "Better do it now, than when we're stuck fighting a Super-Duper-Ass-Kicking-Thing-Umbrella-Made-That-Can-Somehow-Be-Killed-In-An-Awkward-Way."
They both laugh and walk after Leon and Claire. Leon looks at Claire, grasps her hand and winks at her.
Claire smiles and pokes him in the arm, "You're cutting off the circulation to my fingers.."
Leon gasps, then loosens the grip, "Sorry, Claire... Hehe..."
He rubs the back of his neck and laughs sheepishly, Oh, sweet move ass.. I might kill her before the first kiss.....
Leon knows this is the wrong time to be thinking about love, but eh.. They might not make it out alive, not after what that Nemesis became. He ejects the thought, and replaces it with a picture of Claire smiling, Sherry at her hip, and the motorcycle behind them.
God, that was a nice bike....
I know this is a bit shorter than the others, but I just got over a problem with this chapter.. And my brain hurts. I'll make it up to you in the next chapter.. No One.
Now review, if you aren't too mad at me for taking so long....
