Jeez, it took me so long to update. I'm so sorry.
I must tell I do appreciate the reviews; they give me the inspiration to continue and th-…
Anyways to the point; New chapter.
Songs used: A fragment of Out There from the Hunchback from Notre Dame, and My Lullaby from the Lion King 2.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nor the songs, nor the characters.
Enjoy.
Lunatic Assembles
I used to work for them…
Alex felt paralyzed at the affirmation. He was getting accustomed to painful and utter hopeless truths, but this was somehow different. It was as if everything he had done to prevent damage was still useless against the big crooked schemes of his 'father'. Suddenly, he closed his eyes, and he felt himself, or at least his conscience, fall into some kind of endless darkness, like the one he had experienced when he was in Silent Hill; his own psyche.
His mind was a cold and dark place. Alex didn't like it at all, not one bit, he didn't want to be there, but apparently the transportation reaction was involuntary. His father apparently wanted to have a personal word with him. He got dragged into some kind of soil that wasn't soil at all -but at least wasn't that mass of ravaged bodies that he had seen either-, and couldn't help falling on his bum.
"You barely can stand by yourself, and you still thinking you're not a child." He heard.
Alex looked up, and saw the man in the white coat again, somehow standing in the dark soil.
"Doctor Mercer." He growled.
"Blacklight, come on, is that a way to call your father?" His doppelganger spoke smugly.
"You're not my father. I hate you! All this is your fault! ...Somehow." Alex snapped, and aimed to stand up just to slash that bad memory and make him shut up. But it didn't matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up. It was as if he was glued to the soil. He guessed normal laws of physics didn't work in this psychic universe he was in now. Not that the normal laws of physics affected him that much either, but still, whatever logic reigned over his mind space it made him feel helpless and weak. He didn't like it.
"I know. You gain nothing by repeating it. I'm already aware of the situation." The Doctor spoke calmly.
"So you worked for Umbrella too!" Alex recriminated.
"It is a little bit more complicated than that. It's not at all necessary for you to know, so I'll leave you with that assumption."
Alex paused for a moment, glaring at the bad memory.
"No! You're telling me what's happening-"
"Or what?" Doctor Mercer interrupted him. "Are you going to kill me?" He chuckled. The sound making a strange echo. "Haven't you done that already?"
Alex growled. It was true.
It was weird how Mercer could make an advantage out of being dead.
"Then I will forget you." Alex tried threatening, but even him didn't sound too convinced.
"Could you be more childish, Blacklight?" The Doctor mocked. "Even more, why do you care about this filthy planet or the brainless humans that inhabit it anyway? It's not like you've shown much mercy on them in the past." He made a pause and then continued, walking around slowly in little circles around Alex. "Face it, son, it is not a monster's job to save the day, is it? How about you let them be wasted by the hordes of zombies this time. After all, your vengeance is already completed; you have no reason to interfere in this new extermination."
Alex looked down, saddened. His 'father's' words were hurtful, but at the same time, he was telling the truth.
Truth was always hurtful for him.
He had no reason to care about human life; he even had his fun slaughtering people every time he felt like it along with his newfound friends. He was a heartless monster. But at the same time, he felt like it was his responsibility to do something.
"The only way I can understand your preoccupation about humans is that you're worried about your food source." The Doctor spoke again, letting out an evil chuckle after that.
"Hey!" Alex scowled and twitched his mouth in despise. "Just tell me who is doing this, and why." He asked with a more shy voice.
The Doctor fell silent for a moment, and Alex noticed something strange in him, like a little gesture of sadness. But just as fast and unexpected the gesture appeared; it faded away, leaving the natural serious and cruel expression on the Doctor's face.
"If my theory is correct" He finally spoke. "This current apocalypse is being caused by no other but the last one of the Wesker children. Since the beginning, their sole purpose was to advent the end of the world as we know it…but also, begin a new and more prosperous world. But alas, most of them died without even get a chance to start their own Machiavellian cleaning scheme. Some of them were said to be quite apathetic about their purpose."
Alex's eyes opened widely, and so his mouth, but he just couldn't pronounce a word.
"I understand it may come as a surprise to you, son. But it's the truth."
Alex continued staring in silence; he didn't want to believe that. The Doctor spoke calmly and convinced of his own words.
"Even among the high-ranked personnel of Umbrella it was kind of a taboo speaking about them, but nonetheless they were the most important achievement and project of the corporation. Every single one of those thirteen specimens, enhanced in intelligence and physical capabilities by the marvelous potential of the virus-induced evolution, each life compromised to the sole purpose of causing humanity's… demise."
"I don't understand." Alex finally managed to spoke with a shaky voice.
"Think about it, son. Do you really believe that a mere normal puny scientist could, in any way be responsible for a creation of absolute accomplishment that is Blacklight?" The Doctor asked, and Alex noticed how afraid he was of the expression in his father's face in that moment. "Sure the personality you ended up with resulted to be a failure, I should've put more attention in it, not that you needed one, but anyways, your body is just right." He paused, and cleared his voice, maybe just for dramatic effect as he continued his narration. "I was involved in the most secret and visionary project of the Umbrella before creating you. Unfortunately I couldn't last much in, Lord Spencer was picky with his closest personnel, and in the end they considered my project to be too dangerous. Old fool. Can you imagine it? How ludicrous that a corporation that each day sacrificed at least a hundred lives in search for viral perfection to consider my creation dangerous, and my methods inhumane?" He smirked smugly, with an unseen cruelty. "I felt flattered. And there was when Gentek came into scene; giving me another opportunity to perfect my work."
"Damn you…" Alex stood up quickly and was about to snatch the doctor to maim him to pieces. He didn't care if he was just a memory at the time or whatever he's become. But when he got closer, again, he felt himself being immobilized by a force he couldn't understand or resist.
"Quiet, Blacklight. Show some respect. This is my domain, you have no jurisdiction here, so you better learn your place…son." The Doctor indicated, with a strange tone that could remind about parental strictness. "I am giving you answers, you should be grateful."
"This is madness." Alex almost roared.
"No, we ended up actually near Springfield. You should've been putting attention to the signals in the road. But I guess you were too busy singing with your romantic interest and your other friend." The Doctor explained with his calm, but smug tone. That snarky attitude was again starting to piss of Alex. Not that the answers he was giving helped to lower his stress levels anyways. "It's peculiar that you've developed such thing as feelings, how shameful."
Alex grunted at the mention of that, and flustered. "Stop fooling around with me! Tell me how to prevent this! How to stop it!" Alex demanded with a desperate growl, standing up again.
"Pity." The Doctor rubbed his temple and let out a sigh. "Seems the compulsive consumption of human memories has started to confuse you even further from your initial state. Yeah, that must be it. "
"What does that has to do with anything!"
The Doctor gave Alex another strict stare, almost a glare, his expression completely serious and hollow. "Tell me what would be your reason to interfere with this well-deserved punishment on humanity?"
"You were human!"
"Correct, Blacklight. I was human. Notice I no longer am. Not that I miss that. I like being a remnant within you; I have a certain condition of immortality, though it takes a lot of effort to maintain individuality and not to dissolve in your collection of countless memories." He paused and looked away into the immense darkness of their shared psyche. "Consider yourself my ultimate attempt to punish humanity and clean it. All what you are, only serves to destroy."
Alex felt hollow. He fell on his knees.
How could he possibly deny that? It was what he's been doing all along. It was his inherit purpose. He could recognize it. Maybe the Doctor was right and all the memories he'd absorbed were affecting him and his ominous program as a virus. Maybe this mercy and heroic necessity urges he was having weren't his own, but mere shades of morality that escaped 'the legion core' of ravaged bodies that nourished him. He swallowed thickly, even if it was merely in his mind.
"Monsters are not heroes, Blacklight. Do not interfere." The Doctor repeated coldly and stood aloofly in the vast darkness. Alex wondered for a moment if he was trying to convince him or something or if he was just being cruel. He was not an accidental monster; he was in fact, a monster created by a bigger one. The only relieving fact was that he was at least not being controlled by him.
At least.
"Please. Don't tell me you really feel some compassion. I would be disappointed." The Doctor spoke again, not addressing him with his gaze.
Alex didn't respond. The only thing that crossed his mind at the moment was his friends, and the Doctor seemed to notice this, letting out a short-lived chuckle.
"Even if you managed to do something to save humanity, what do you think their recompense will be? They will try to chase you down, and eventually…you'll have to destroy them yourself."
"I know."
"Then, let all this anguish pass away. If you're reluctant to go with your destructive program, then just don't get in the way of whoever is doing things right. I'm sure when the Wesker child's plans are completed we can find us a place to exist in the upcoming new order. Umbrella's personnel is very fond of viruses, if they find you, they'll like you." The Doctor put out simply.
"Yes…" Alex lowered his gaze into the inert 'soil' of his mind. He felt like he'd been trapped in the darkness for hours, like he would be never able to get out and his conscience would be consumed by it, vanquished. Then he felt something resting on his shoulder; it was the doctor. He had his hand resting on Alex's shoulder, apparently in a comforting gesture. Somehow he seemed a little bit more human, and that both relieved Alex as it made him wary. But he stayed quiet. A few instants later, he could hear a feeble humming sound; it was also being provoked by the Doctor.
"The world is cruel. The world is wicked." He sneered with spite, as if he really was singing that out of his very heart and soul. "It's I alone whom you can trust in this mad sphere. I am your architect."
Alex stared at him with a helpless expression. The Doctor continued with a convinced and severe tone.
"I who made you, keep you, feed you, teach you. I who look upon you without fear. How can I convince you, son, just only…
Always stay away.
Away with me.
Remember what I taught you, Blacklight." He removed his comforting touch from Alex and stood in front of him, glaring down at him, like he wanted for him to feel guilt and pity.
"You are amorphous." He stated with a cruel sincerity.
"I am amorphous." Alex managed to repeat in a weak tone.
"And yet you are perfect." This time the Doctor sounded more arrogant, almost obscenely smug and prideful about the implications of his creation. But Alex didn't have another option but to repeat.
"And I am perfect."
"And there are crimes for which the world deserves little pity. You do no comprehend?" The Doctor continued, again with that harsh and hateful tone. It was so intense it seemed it even hurt him.
"Was made to be their slayer." Alex merely addressed, narrowing his eyes and not looking at the Doctor, who smirked at his affirmation.
"Out there they'll revile you as a monster." The tenacious memory placed his hand on Alex's hooded head, fatherly.
"I am a monster." Alex recognized in no time.
"Out there they will hate, and scorn and jeer."
"Only a monster." He repeated, each time with a weaker tone.
"Why invite their calumny and consternation?
Stay away.
Be faithful to me."
"I'm faithful."
"Grateful to me."
"I'm grateful." He repeated once again, infatuated by the hypnotizing words and melodic tone of his father's assertions.
"Do as I say."
"Obey."
"And stay…away…"
"Maybe in this new world, you could find a better place for yourself." From one moment to another, Alex noticed the Doctor had disappeared, and that he had been left alone in that immense darkness. It felt like ages, though it wasn't like he could be able to realize ho much time he's been there, 'away' from the real outside world. Lost in darkness. It felt threatening as always, but he was too discouraged to care.
A better place…
A place…
My place…
"Of course!"
Then someone else made its presence evident in the ambient.
"I now se the path…to our glorious return to power."
"Elizabeth?" Alex's eyed widened as he watched her crawling up to him out from the darkness, maybe in a little too suggestive way. She moved like some kind of lizard, her limbs twisted back and her bloody leather outfit contributing to a creepy image. She looked like she'd recuperated her animalistic conduct and her horrific demeanor all of a sudden. It made him quiver. "I don't-"
"Silence!" She hissed out, and approached faster than Alex could gather. Then her tone became more gentle…motherly. But the creepiness of it never left. "Hush, my little one; you must be exhausted of this all." She somehow curled herself around Alex and caressed his cheek.
He couldn't help but feel like a little kid, so helpless and confused and weak, inside his mind things were a lot different from him. He ended up giving in to her gentle gestures and closed his eyes, unsure about what would happen if he actually fell unconscious inside his own conscience.
The thought itself was odd… but not impossible.
"Sleep, my little Zeus. Let your dreams take wing. Don't you grasp this chance, my son? You could be a king." She whispered with a melodic tone, with a smirk that gave away everything but good intentions. Alex closed his eyes and cuddled in Elizabeth's embrace. She smiled and caressed his face again, looking pleased, gentle like a mother, but also pretty evil. She seemed to summon a cradle of thorny tentacles from the bare dark soil of the psychic place and left Alex on it, sleeping.
The Doctor had appeared again, standing not so far from them in contemplation, and looking not so content with her actions. She simply glared at him and crept a away from the cradle, then smirked hazardously at the memory in white coat, approaching him seductively while on continuing her humming sound, and eventually her melody.
"I've been exiled, persecuted. Left alone with no defense.
When I think of what you brute did.
I get a little tense."
She hissed at him, swatting a hand at him and leaving four slashes marks on his cheek showing her teeth like an animal and continued her song, the ambient around getting compatible with her emotive tones. Writhing and showing some crude dark red colors.
"But I dream a dream so pretty. That I don't feel so depressed.
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty. And it helps me get some rest."
In a second she disappeared in the darkness, but her voice was still audible, and her presence was somehow still perceivable in the nearing, moving slowly. Maybe her intention was for the Doctor to feel skulked about. Maybe he was indeed feeling unnerved, maybe not. It couldn't be known, for he didn't show any expression, even after her violent act.
"The sound of humans dying gasps.
Their young kind squealing in my grasp.
Their mothers' mournful cry.
That's my lullaby."
The Doctor's eyes glimmered with a happy sparkle towards these words. It seemed like they weren't too different. Oh, if only Zeus could ever resolve itself to cooperate with the family affairs.
"Now the past I've tried forgetting.
And my foes I could forgive.
Trouble is I know it's petty.
But I hate to let them live."
"So I've found you're finally coming out of your drowsy apathy." The Doctor entered in the rhythm, as snarky as he could be.
"Inspiration may get bloody, it has always of worked for me." And she replied with an even harsher and darkly cheerful tone.
"The melody of angry growls.
A counterpoint of painful howls.
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby."
"Our bodies are gone... but our 'souls' are still around...
To love this little lad."
Her tone quieted down and she crept up to the cradle, just to place a soft caress on Alex's cheek. Then returned back near to where the doctor was standing and roared out.
"He has learnt to be a killer
with a lust for being bad!"
The Doctor didn't seem at all amused, and while she was having her little episode, he too approached to the cradle.
"Sleep, little prototype. Uh, I mean, precious little thing." He corrected himself right after noticing she was looking over at him intently. A second later she was already by his side, with a bloody and eager smile on her face.
"Soon when you get big and strong."
"You will be a king."
She jumped away and started what could only be described as a really creepy and twitchy frantic dance, continuing on her song, her voice turning into a beyond animalistic roar. The surrounding psychic space was still matching her mood and some of her movements, red and purple colors dancing and clashing all around.
"The pounding of the drums of war. The thrill of Zeus' mighty roar."
"The joy of vengeance. Testify!"
"I can hear the cheering."
"Blacklight! What a boy!" The Doctor replied quite apathetically.
"Payback time is nearing. And then our flag will fly.
Against a blood-red sky. That's my lullaby!"
She ended up with a loud laughter.
The psychic space was then left in utter silence, both Elizabeth and the Doctor stared at Alex, their precious deadly creation; Zeus. Then their gazes shifted up, setting on each other, only loathe could be read in their eyes. Yes, they were the prideful parents of a monstrosity bred on hatred, but they were kind of ok with that, if it meant to achieve their shared goal.
"My my, he's quite a heavy sleeper." The Doctor made an observation, poking Alex's forehead, with his finger.
"He needs to recover if we want for him to have the strength to face his fate. Though Chronos and Phobos will also provide a significant help." She smiled crookedly, swatting away his hand.
"Is that how you've decided to call them now?" The Doctor adjusted his glasses up.
"You have a problem?"
"It doesn't matter that much." He turned around to leave into the darkness again, but his elegant escape was interrupted as Elizabeth pounced on him, and pinned him down.
*~Scene skip~*
There'd been quite a couple of hours now since they've retired from their original location, avoiding direct confrontation with the zombies since their –seemingly- leader had fallen unconscious. Heather was sat down on the asphalt, sighing in concern from time to time. It wasn't like she was too worried, she knew Alex was going to be fine, he just needed time to settle whatever he needed to with whoever was bothering him inside his mind, but him being knocked out made things boring. The temptation of approaching and sneaking into his psyche, which was an easy task for her considering her talent, was almost intriguing, but she felt that would've been disrespectful. And it wasn't like Kakolukyah would let her approach.
They seemed strangely overprotective over each other.
It was a curious detail she tried very hard to resist laughing at. It was fun and cute at the same time.
Desmond was in silence, staring wide-eyed at the morbid spectacle he'd been removed from by the strange 'Prince' and the eerie teen blonde girl he'd just met. He was away from peril, but couldn't help but to feel responsible. It made no sense whatsoever, but maybe it was just part of his personality. Too bad in his condition he couldn't really do anything to help those poor people who were currently being either devoured or turned into zombies by…well, the zombies.
The sound of screams and random cracking and crunching noises made him cringe.
"I can't believe this is happening." He said, or more likely mumbled. He didn't really expect a response from his 'companions'. The Prince and the girl were too deep into their own thoughts to put attention to his feeble human presence. Their attitude, though it wasn't bad, made him feel like some kind of pet. Just as weak and dependant, and only used as a manner of amusement for the others. If Altair or Ezio could see him now they'd surely be ashamed of him. Hell, even Shaun would be ashamed. And then he'd start mocking him. But this was not the moment to think about British jerks.
Or was it?
Whatever could or would happen, he just expected his friends to be safe.
"I know the sensation…" The Prince replied coldly, looking at the same scene, the horizon of the city covered now by the strange zombie troops. He was still holding the unconscious body of the other mutant stranger named Alex. After what has happened to him both the Prince and the girl seemed a lot more quiet and even saddened. Maybe even unnatural creatures like they've shown to be still had some feelings.
"Is he going to be ok?" Desmond dared to ask, his half-hunching position denoted fright, but at least he was grateful that they hadn't left him with the zombies. Maybe it was because Alex has shown some empathy for him at the start.
Nor the girl nor the Prince responded, and Desmond guessed that had been a stupid inquiry. "I'm sorry."
There was another long moment of silence. They were now distant from the action with the zombie troops, far above them as mere spectators, yet their chorus of maiming sounds and growls was still audible, as well as the incessant gunfire.
"They're so many." The girl finally broke the stiff quietness with her observation.
"And worse, they're contagious." The Prince complemented his blue eyes full of solemnity and tranquil fury gazed down at his sleeping comrade.
Alexander.
"My god." Desmond puffed weakly and rubbed his hand against his face, his vertiginous initiation in this entire situation was giving him nausea. One moment he was trying to eat a sandwich, and the other he was serving as witness for what could be the start of a zombie apocalypse with two near-godly semi-human entities. It was so unreal, like a dream…a nightmare. He just wanted it all to go away. He wanted to go home.
"God damn it!"
A flustered voice interrupted. The Prince's blue eyes widened in surprise and expectation, Desmond straightened up and turned to see, Heather jumped off the ground where she was sitting and stared at the immobile body of Alex.
The silver eyes of the viral monstrosity opened. "Kake?"
He's holding me…
A sudden blush made itself evident in Alex's pale face. The Prince merely smiled at him, relieved. "Can you stand?" He asked with his gorgeous royal voice.
Tell him no.
"Yeah. Sure thing. I can."
Nawww…
The royal-blooded sand specter let him down; Alex shook and stretched a bit. He seemed still a little disturbed from what he'd seen inside his mind. The ambitions of both his 'parents'. Their coarse hatred for mankind. And other things…
What was he going to do now?
"Alex, took you long enough to come back. You ok?" Heather spoke out with animosity, approaching to him.
"I'm fine, just…a little shaky." He smiled and took a step forward gazing at how the zombie horde kept advancing over the city, and moving beyond, human resistance in all its might meant nothing against the undead force of this army. Might as well they could end up using nuclear weapons to get rid of the menace, with no casualties of their own that mattered.
What to do.
"Alex?"
He could feel the eyes of his friends on him.
What to do.
Desmond on his own thoughts was too afraid to say anything.
Was there anything that still could be done?
"Alexander?"
Find…him.
Alex turned to them, his silver eyes filled up with decision.
"We're moving in." He stated.
"What!" Desmond replied mindlessly with a hiccupy voice. And then immediately realized it has been another dumb move. But nonetheless he hoped he wasn't referring at 'we' with him included. Maybe for them it was easy to think about that but he was still a normal human being, for him such thing would've been suicidal. But still, it wasn't like running away from them was an option either, at least with them he was safe from the zombie menace, as long as they were in the mood to keep him alive.
Surprisingly, Alex merely smiled at him, kindly, and nodded.
"This is a strange move, Alexander." The Prince commented, his appearance solemn, and yet playful. "What do you think you will accomplish with this?"
Alex stood in silence. All the eyes on him.
"I want it…"
They were listening carefully, even Desmond was curious.
"I want this reign." Alex pronounced solemnly. "I want to meet the one causing this; these zombies. They aren't acting erratically. Someone sent them on. I want to find him and defy him in sake of this new world he thinks he's building." His silver eyes narrowed. "I want to bring a trial upon him and judge him worthy of this."
Alex's sudden ambition amused the Prince, and scared Desmond. He was definitively not fond of the idea of hanging around with megalomaniac monstrosities in search for confrontation.
"Is it really of your concern?" Heather asked, not rejecting the idea, but more like being inquisitive.
"It is. Anything involving zombies and viruses is my business. And it is certainly a personal interest for me to meet this…being, who dares defying my ominous superiority as a viral god of chaos and destruction."
Heather held back laughter, and it ended up sounding like a snort. The Prince set his gorgeous blue eyes on him and Alex blushed, looking away, coughing on his hands to dissimulate.
"Fine. I don't know. Maybe I am just bored."
Kakolukyah laughed.
"I see."
Then Heather intervened.
"So, we're finding that 'who'."
"Correct." Alex sounded convinced enough.
"How kind for you to go and try to save the species which has relinquished us away as demons and monsters." Heather crossed his arms and gave back at Alex a half-smirk.
"I don't like to think about this as a heroic act, think about it as a game, a game of power. It will either way give you something to do." Alex smiled sympathetically.
"So be it, Alexander." This time it was the Prince who smiled.
"Wait!" Desmond blasted into the conversation. "You three alone seriously going to just run into that army of zombies and hope to kick everyone's asses? I do not doubt you can but…"
What am I supposed to do when that happens?
"Of course not, silly, it would be more like slashing them and impaling them." Heather responded relaxed. "And who says we're only three?"
"What?" Desmond looked at her.
"Indeed. If we're going to fight an army, we need an army."
"I'm not sure about that, we pretty much can…" Alex intervened.
"Come on, Alexander it would be so much more stylish. Do you know nothing about war?"
"I agree!" The Samael kid nodded cheerfully.
Alex blinked a couple of times and blushed.
"I know much more than I would want to in fact. But I was thinking about a more stealthy approach."
"I understand. Very well then, I think I have the perfect candidates for stealthy approaches!" Heather grinned.
"You mean the colorful assassins we met in your reign?" The Prince questioned.
"Colorful assassins?" Desmond repeated, not too pleased with the adjective.
"Yes, them. And other little surprises."
"Good." Kakolukyah nodded.
*~Scene skip~*
Rome, New York city, Amsterdam, Berlin.
"HUNK."
Mexico City, Sao Paulo, Buenos Aires.
"HUNK!"
Paris, London, Stockholm…
St. Petersburg.
Russia…
"Hey HUNK! Hey!"
The mercenary turned his calculative sight away from the screen and stared at his loony comrade with an unamused expression beneath his mask.
"What?"
"Don't you just love our new uniforms? Just look at this cape." The other asked and commented, wandering around the room aiming for his oh-so-wonderful cape of evil to wave majestically, but nonetheless he ended up stepping on it and falling flat on his face. The mercenary stared in silence.
"I see it as a petty addition to a thing that is supposed to be non-stylish but practical attire." He commented coldly and turned in his seat to look at the screen again.
We still have limited territory on Russia…something isn't letting our troops advance.
"Come on, everybody knows bad guys should wear long black capes, or at least long black coats. Wesker looks awesome in them." The superhuman stood up with ease.
HUNK didn't understand how he, being an infected one, could and positively compatible with his virus, and thus having enhanced senses and strength could still be such a childish klutz.
"Do not compare yourself then with Wesker."
"Oh, what's the matter?" Krauser approached teasingly and folded his arms around the chair, and around him. "What's keeping you so cranky?" He moved further and placed his chin over HUNK's head. "You still afraid about your transition? I wouldn't have thought someone like you could feel fear. But I guess you're still human."
HUNK's eyes widened behind his mask. Krauser could feel him getting tense with his enhanced senses, he smirked.
"Remove yourself from me, or I'll be forced to break something."
"You know, he loves viruses more than anything. You're kind of lucky he lets you stand by his side. But I guess you've proven yourself worthy." Jack chuckled lightly. HUNK was irritated, but gave no evidence of it. "I'm also surprised he hasn't pressured you into converting. I would've expected every single one of us to be already superhuman before the great scheme was set in march. Guess I was wrong."
"Does sharing this information with me have any purpose?" HUNK kept his voice collected, and his body immobile.
"Not at all, comrade... I just like conversing with you."
"Then please refrain yourself from engaging in dialogue if it has no practical motivation. I am busy with my own calculations." HUNK warned, trying to concentrate on the screen, he then proceeded to type some codes on the nearby keyboard which resulted slightly difficult due to the fact Jack was still holding him.
Something's missing…the satellites hadn't caught any suspicious events. But…
Then there was that coarse annoying voice again.
"So say, have you always been HUNK? Didn't that made things awkward when trying to introduce yourself to a girl? Like 'hello there, I'm HUNK'. They would've really given you the odd looks."
"Reformulate your question into something I can understand."
Krauser laughed.
"I mean that if you're ever going to grow tired of that alias. Or would you prefer to be called Mister Death. That doesn't sound so pretty either, it's kind of blunt."
"Irrelevant. What I do is what defines my identity, I kill, and I survive, thus Mister Death is a worthy name to match my convictions."
The bulky man with the beret sighed.
"You're always so dry. Really, isn't there anything else to you? You act like a robot. Sometimes I'd like to know more about you, you couldn't be like this all your life, what about your childhood or friends…Why are you even following Wesker? It doesn't look like you even share his motives… Or is it because something else? Like what I've been thin-…"
HUNK stopped typing and Jack fell in silence.
"You're way too optimistic about the depth of my motivations, Krauser. I assure you, I'm not that much complicated as a human being." He put a slight emphasis on the last words, and then went back to typing and analyzing the maps that the satellites have provided. "Sharing my experiences before joining Umbrella would serve no purpose."
"O' course it would! We're supposed to know about each other, we're friends."
"Incorrect."
"What?"
"We're nothing near as friends, our only common goal is to follow Wesker, and that's what puts us together into some kind of productive coexistence, reasons are worthless. But do not misunderstand my position; I am void of any empathy for you."
"Oh. I get it, you're still mad about the cookies."
The next thing Krauser could acknowledge was a tough punch to his stomach; even being superhuman it had hurt quite a bit.
"I knew it." He coughed with a wry smile.
"Would you ever remain in silence? You're affecting my productivity." HUNK almost growled and delivered another quick and deadly set of kicks. "Why don't you go and bother Steve or Excella, or Irving or…" His speech was interrupted by a loud grunt, as he was suddenly pushed back against a wall, Krauser pinning him and immobilizing his arms.
"I have no interest in any of them. They're boring." The other man spoke with his coarse voice, maybe too close to comfort.
"You smell like beer."
"Oops?"
HUNK struggled; it was like being held by a BOW.
Oh wait, that was pretty much the case.
But he wasn't giving up.
A quick knee to the chest and he was free, two more kicks and Krauser backed off coughing, impressed by the human's strength and conviction.
"Nice legs." The mutant complimented, wiping off the blood from his upper lip that had streamed down from his nose.
"Fighting with you was definitively not on my agenda, but I admit kicking your ass is quite satisfying." HUNK stated, smiling under his mask and took a step back, guessing his rival wasn't going to give up so easily either.
Krauser charged against him, getting a loud cough of pain as he almost nailed his fist into the other one's abdomen, -he wasn't yet so talented as Wesker as of to literally impale people with his bare arm-, but then HUNK quickly responded with one of his deadly locks, and a crunching sound was heard. Krauser let out a groan of pain.
The scarred soldier then laughed, and quickly rolled and shifted, hitting HUNK's face with his elbow, hard enough that his plague doctor mask almost flied off. He was a BOW after all. The mercenary's body felt wobbly for a bare second after the hit, his vision blurry and filled with strange shifty stars.
The next thing he registered was a heavy weight over him, and something clenching his wrists together.
"Krauser." He growled and squirmed, reluctant to being held down, on the metallic floor of the room.
The bulky man chuckled, a pleased expression set on his scarred face. "It's you the one who likes to make things overcomplicated, comrade, but I kind of like it."
HUNK said nothing and simply used what he had, kicking the sides of Krauser as fast and hard as he could, and then delivering a final blow with his knee, right in the center of his abdomen.
The man with the red beret cringed and closed his eyes in pain. HUNK took his chance to headbutt him –the head was in most cases a weak point of any kind of monstrosities-, which managed to daze the BOW long enough for him to shift positions and now was laying on top of him. The grim mercenary, by now quite enraged and flustered tightened his legs around his victim's hips, with a force that could've broken a normal human spine, and without warning he started delivering punches on the scarred face of his opponent.
Of course throughout the years he'd learnt how to defend himself from all kind of viral aberrations. Krauser couldn't be the exception. And from what he'd measured he wasn't as strong as Wesker.
"You're extending the struggle out of the schedule you know." Krauser complained and then grunted in pain from another punch. "You were supposed to give up when I pinned you down." He reclaimed, trying to catch the black gloved hands, but his efforts were met with just more punches. "Stop it!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Krauser. Surrendering is not an option." HUNK said collectedly and didn't cease his seize on his victim. Maybe he wasn't going to admit it, but this action, after quite a while of inactivity had set him on a relentless mood for exciting violence.
"Man, at least pick something else than the face. Mine's damaged enough." Krauser groaned, feeling his jaw falling back into place as he spoke. His suggestion was apparently heard, and the next thing he felt was the whole weight of the stoic mercenary falling at full force on his abdomen, getting a loud yell of pain from him. "Damnit…"
HUNK's mood swayed between socially dead and berserk. There were no middle points. And this flustered state from him had resulted too much for him to handle, even being a developed BOW. That was how deadly HUNK was, no doubts now in why Wesker had given him the honor of becoming one of his generals. He could only fear for what he would become once he got his virus.
"Stop!" Krauser almost pleaded, but he was neglected and HUNK trapped him in another deadly lock of his, threatening to break his leg if he wished to do so. But with Mister Death, it seemed negotiating wasn't an option. He couldn't be sure, but Krauser felt like HUNK was enjoying this way too much. Damn that mask of his that was still a problem to tell his expression. And he was just as silent as ever, except for a muffled panting sound.
"It wasn't supposed to end like this."
His leg crunched.
"Ugh! What will it take you to stop?"
"Your death."
"Fine, you bastard! If you're taking this seriously I won't hold back either." Krauser hissed and prepared to summon up his arm blade. Then he noticed HUNK has stopped. And the other person standing near them, staring at their quarrel with amused red eyes.
"Burnside?" HUNK addressed with his monotone voice.
"Brawl!" The youngest of the three shouted out cheerfully and jumped in to join.
"No Steve! No!" Both of the initial protagonists of the fight yelled out, but they were ignored by the beast.
Seconds later the three had gotten lost in a big ball of violence. Yeah, that was a good old school way to get rid of all the stress.
Some hours later, HUNK had made his way back to the computer.
"Have you tranquilized yet?" He asked his two companions calmly while occupying in typing some indications on the console.
"My arm!"
"It will grow back; show some spine, you are a BOW." The human unit never killed replied, monotone, and adjusted up his mask. Steve pouted and sat on the floor, grabbing his severed limb and nibbling on it.
Krauser had gone to get himself a coffee, despite the odds, it had been an awesome battle, and it had served to cool the mood between them. It didn't work that well with girls if he had to say himself.
HUNK stood up and prompted to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" Krauser asked, rising an eyebrow and sipping his coffee.
"Russia."
"What?"
The mercenary stopped for a moment. "There is something there slowing down our troops. I must find out what is it and neutralize it." He explained coldly.
"But…"
HUNK didn't stay to hear Krauser's concerns.
Wesker's plan's in action, his generals ensuring everything stays in order while he's away attending to unknown business. Alex and his group begin their move too. In the final confrontation between the viral gods, who will prevail, and what will the final fate of the world be?
Find out in the next chapter.
Or not…
We'll see…
Needles to say is that this is still an absurd fic.
