Chapter 11: The Thing that Should not be

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The Nemesis Tyrant stalked towards the young woman as she crouched back away from the creature, her eyes were lighting up with fear as he started to walk towards her. Claire was not in a good position to move away, she could barely keep herself from falling back as she slowly crawled back. The tentacles snaked around on the floor towards her, wrapping around her leg as it slowly pulled her towards him and she caught sight of something in her eye as it pulled it toward him. There was something that she didn't like about the look in its eye, some type of hunger that was different from the usual hunger for flesh that was in the eyes of every zombie. At first she couldn't quite place it, but when one tentacle slithered up under her shirt, she could tell what it wanted and a new fear found itself in her head.

"No you don't," shouted Leon as he fired his shotgun right at the back of the head of the creature, but it did little to slow it down as it started to slowly tug at her clothing. "Damn it, that should do something, even if it's a Nemesis."

Rebecca fired her own submachine gun at the mass of muscle, hoping that by some luck the creature would let go of her and hopefully go off or at least give them time enough to get away. The creature didn't seem to be doing any of those things until a grenade flew into the head of the Nemesis, burning the left side of its face while leaving bits of shrapnel in it. From atop of the catwalk stood the one person that Rebecca would never have expected to see there, Marine Lt. Billy Coen, holding a smoking MGL M.1 grenade launcher, the same type carried by the late Forest Spreyer. He was dressed differently from the last time they had met; in place of a blue tan top was a black combat suit with a Kevlar vest.

"Get away from it," ordered Billy as he aimed once more at the Nemesis, which had thankfully let go of Claire as soon as the grenade hit it in the face.

The Nemesis didn't seem to be too pleased with this result and with great leg strength, leapt towards Billy, who only had enough time to avoid it. Rebecca, upon seeing someone she was personally closed to and had affections for, started to shoot at the Nemesis, her wildfire hitting its back. Whether the Nemesis felt this or not was unknown, for as soon as it got hit by another creature, one of the mass produced Tyrants that could be given orders. It was just as big as the Nemesis, but for its enormous size, the Tyrant had no deformities that were resembled on the Nemesis, everything saves for its unnaturally pale skin color and tremendous height, the Tyrant actually looked human.

While the Nemesis was distracted by the Tryant, Coen took the opportunity to climb down from the catwalk with a ladder and stood on the platform above Leon, Claire, and Rebecca. Rebecca ran up the stairs, her boots making a clinking noise on the metal boards, and she ran towards the person she had often thought about in the back of her mind. The two embraced each other for a brief moment until they pulled away, embarrassed by the rise in emotions that they had experienced, and gave each other a salute. The two were obviously happy to see each other again after being separated for a year and they seemed so wrapped up in the moment that you would have forgotten that two BOWs were fighting right above them. Thankfully, Leon cleared his throat in a manner to remind them that he and Claire were there and that there would be danger in staying there any longer than they should stay.

"Come on, this way," said Coen as he started walking towards a metal slide in door that was automated to move at the sign of movement outside and was labeled with glowing blue letters "Main Computer Interface."

Behind them raged a mighty struggle between two giants as the Nemesis used each one of its tentacles to try and impale the Tyrant, but this one seemed to be especially resistant, probably a new modification to make it more resistant to harm. Blows were traded between the two with savage precision and the fight seemed to be something of such immense proportions that it would soon bring down the entire platform. Just when it seemed like Nemesis was gaining the upper hand with the lashing of its tentacles, the Tyrant grabbed one of the tentacles and pulled it in for a savage punch that seemed to nearly knock its jaw off, literally. Blood used from the torn side of the Nemesis's jaw as the wound slowly healed itself, but the Tyrant was not about to give it time to rest as it picked up its opponent and threw him into one of computer terminals. Never giving a sound of anger or anything of that nature, the Tyrant charged at the Nemesis with a burst of speed.

"Okay then, everything appears to be clear," said Colt as he used his knife as a mirror to look over the side of the corner and saw that there was no one in the corridor. He let Chris go out first before moving right ahead of Jill.

"Alright then, we should be close to whatever facility we're looking for," said Chris as he jogged down the hallway, stopping before he passed the next corner. He peered out from the cold metal walls to find that there was nothing living down that side of the hall. Luckily there were only two zombies there, nothing that he should care or waist bullets killing. "Okay all we have are two zombies, I think there might be another one shadowed out, but it seems to be twitching or something."

"Not good, it's probably a zombie becoming a Crimson Head or a Crimson Head becoming a Licker," said Colt as he started to run down to the next corner, motioning for them to not draw attention to themselves.

Chris motioned for Jill to go first while he covered her with his assault rifle and then when he had seen that she was on the other side, started his own journey. Unfortunately, the Crimson Head that was hidden in the darkness had transformed into a zombie around that time and was now jumping on the ceiling to claw its way towards him. Biting back a curse, Chris raised his assault rifle and started to fire at the Licker, the bullets hitting the Licker in the leg, but its tissue was still stiff. The licker hissed as it lunged towards Chris, its claws sticking out as it jumped so that the claws would impale him or cut into his face. Chris reacted quickly, relying on the reflexes that had helped him survive a lot of Umbrella ordeals and started to shoot at the face of the Licker or what could be constituted as its face since there were no eyes or ears. The grey matter burst from its hemisphere accompanied by blood and gore with a pool of gruesome contents that people would rather not speak of.

"Good thing that there aren't any here to hear those sounds," scolded Colt as he looked back towards Chris and saw that there were in fact Umbrella guards running towards them. "Crap we have company!"

"So you were closer to us than we first thought," said a Russian voice, the very same Russian Chris had seen leading the guards before and chewing out Buchanan. "I'd drop your weapons there unless you wish for lead to be the lining of your form."

"Come on this way," ordered Colt as he ran to the door as he tugged Jill along with him and Chris followed immediately as bullets followed them.

Chris turned to fire back with the assault rifle and continued to run past test tubes filled with some of the most bizarre creations that Chris could not take notice to as he was running away from the guards. He felt a bullet fly past his head from ahead of him as Colt held his FAMAS up right to shoot at the guards behind him. He was only barely able to reach the other door as it shut behind him and he followed the two ahead to another room that was unlike the other room for it was filled with the dead bodies of scientists, all mutilated in a horrible and bloody way. There was a large hole in the floor that seemed to have been cut open with a massive set of claws that were like large titanium blades. There was no mistake what had happened here, even as Chris kicked over the corpse that had once been Dr. David Buchanan. That damnable creature that had once been Dr. Nishikiv had returned to his former place of labor and had taken his revenge on those that had made him what he was.

"Is it still here," asked Jill as she looked around and was answered by screams from the other side of the door.