"Congratulations. You've all made it here...well, you're still missing one, but I suppose that's alright."
Kirby and the others stiffened as they saw a figure step out of the doorway on the other side of the room, slowly approaching up from behind the motionless PT. It was Albert Wesker. Although a momentary sense of horrified awe struck the group, Chris didn't waste much time afterward standing around doing nothing. He quickly took out his Desert Eagle and began firing at Wesker from afar.
"Wesker!"
Wesker stood completely still. In a move that would have been impossible for any normal human to perform, he removed a small metal object from his coat pocket and swiftly used it to catch each and every bullet that came zipping towards him. It did not take long before Chris's gun was left firing blanks while Wesker was completely unharmed. Smirking, he tossed the object over to a stunned Chris. Despite the many bullets lodged in its surface, Chris recognized the object immediately; it was Phoenix's attorney badge, coated in blood. He dropped his gun, horrified.
"Oh no..." Chris gritted his teeth; he had really hoped that Phoenix would make it out alive with the rest of them. He had lost many friends and squad-mates alike in the past, especially during his history as a founding member of the BSAA. Phoenix's death, despite the short time they knew each other, was no less upsetting than the soldiers who had bravely died fighting against the B.O.W.s. Despite the inner turmoil raging about from within, Chris acted calmly as he picked up the badge into his gloved hand. He would have to give it to Maya once he found her, for Phoenix's sake.
Wesker chuckled softly under his breath; it was a cold, empty chuckle devoid of any real emotion.
"Chris Redfield...that expression on your face is the reason I keep going on. I want to see you with your arms and legs torn off, your eyeballs gouged out, your tongue sliced, and your genitals crushed into pieces. I want you to watch as I slowly torture and murder every single person that ever meant a damn to you in your life, from your family to your friends to your acquaintances. You will hear them scream out your name, cursing you for this horrible fate that you have brought on them. And I want you, as you are slowly dying in a pool of your own blood and excrement in utter defeat, to finally give in and admit that I am your superior in every single way. And for that is exactly why I have brought this boy here to our headquarters." He pat PT on the shoulder, and the boy trembled like a thin piece of timber. He had yet to take his eyes off of his own two feet.
Snake took out his remote-controlled missile launcher. Unfortunately, even though PT had left him for dead, Snake couldn't risk firing with Wesker standing so close to him like that. PT was just a kid; there had to be a real reason behind everything he had done. Wesker laughed again.
"Yes, it would be rather unfortunate if you fired now, wouldn't it? This boy...he wouldn't be able to run away even if he wanted to. By this point after his daily dose of drugs and chemicals, he's left in a state of waking sleep, I suppose you could say. But, now, it's time for him to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes and get to work."
Wesker unveiled a small needle with a dark-red fluid inside. He quickly injected it into the boy's neck.
"Stop! What you doing to him?" Chris shouted.
"I'm just giving the boy what he wanted all along. The very thing that he ended up betrating his comrades and his own Pokemon for. Power. His worthlessness as a member of the Smash Bros., his lack of real strength compared to everyone else there, his lost name and memories...it was incredibly easy to manipulate his fragile psyche, and get him into believing that riding the world of all of you was the right thing. He was so kind as to provide me with many of the blood samples I needed for my final experiment, as well."
"Wesker...you...you bastard...he's just a child!"
"He's no longer a child, Chris Redfield. He is something much more now." Wesker's eyes flashed briefly behind the dark glasses. His pupils were the color of blood. "He is a weapon meant to kill all of you who try to get in my way."
PT's body began to glow with some kind of ominous blue energy. Kirby, Snake and Pichu recognized it; it was Lucario's aura. His shirt exploded from the back as massive wings made from bones and tendons emerged. His right arm started to tremble violently, and long flesh-colored tentacles were sprouting all over. His left arm was swelling to an outrageous size. PT's face was also warping to the point of no longer resembling a human being. His jaw cracked and sank back into his skull, his glazed eyes bulged wide, and his ears stretched back into horns. His left arm had become a giant club-like appendage, and his left arm looked like a throbbing bush. His feet had become swollen and clawed, covered in thick blue fur. Another head was forming on his back that vaguely resembled a fleshy, eyeless Charizard. Two faces, Squirtle's and Ivysaur's, were growing on PT's chest.
The vomit-inducing sounds of his entire skeletal structure shifting to such a degree was too much. Not a trace of the original PT remained after the first four minutes. In fact, he was beginning to resemble some kind of nightmarish pokemon. Kirby and the others could only stare on in abject horror as the mutation continued.
"I'm in a good mood tonight, Chris, so I believe I shall fill you in with everything you'd want to know before you all die here." Wesker explained, "You see, I have been the one in control of the MvC for some time now. The real Iron Man has long been dead. I attempted to control his mind and use his intellect via the palagas, but it proved too damaging on his mind, thus Tony Stark was driven insane and died shortly afterward. I had to use what notes were left over to continue, and I used a droid designed in his likeness to put up the guise of him still living. I used mental conditioning and less-developed palagas to warp the minds of the other members of the MvC, and turned them into a vicious and violent group with little regard for morals. I used them to kill the Smash Bros. after I had filled their mansion with a special gas that neutralized their strength and left them helpless. It is a shame that I left some alive, inadvertantely, but I have collected more than enough DNA. I thank you anyway for coming to offer your blood to me so kindly, my friends. And killing the MvC as well. I certainly couldn't get rid of all of them myself. And now, there is just one last phase for my Project Galactus to begin. You're about to witness the dawn of a new age, Chris Redfield. I plan to welcome this new age with your death."
"Wesker...you really do like to talk way too much..." Chris truly wished he could fire a few hundred bullets into the other man's smug face.
"Indeed, I suppose you could consider that one of my faults." Wesker smiled dryly.
The twisted, mutaliated beast that was once PT unleashed a blood-curdling howl. His transformation was complete, and he stood a good three feet over Wesker in his current size, and he held pose similiar to a gorilla's by using his gigantic arms to keep himself upright. It screamed in rage once again, and a burst of electric energy exploded off of its bubbling skin. Pichu gasped. Wesker smiled broadly at this grotesque sight, as if he were just witnessing a miracle in the act.
"Do you see now? What amazing things I can create, thanks to my genius?"
"Wesker!"
Suddenly, it happened. The sound of glass shattering from above, and in an instant, a cloaked figure landed gracefully in front of the cackling villain. Wesker had no time to react. Before he knew what had happened, he was hit. He felt an intense pain shoot up vertically across his chest, and he became doused in his own blood. A blade had cut him. Wesker only coughed as he staggered backwards, more blood gushing from the deep wound. The robbed figure removed his cloak to reveal himself. Only Snake knew him. That robotic suit, the messy white hair, the stance...it all came back to him in a flood of memories.
"Raiden!" Snake had never imagined he would see this man again.
The cyborg ninja gave his friend and mentor the briefest of glances over his shoulder. "I'll take care of this one, Snake. You can leave it to me. The others are here as well, and we're here to help you."
PT screeched, and it made a charge straight for Kirby and the others.