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This was it, it was the final stand. The ultimate confrontation between good and evil!
Okay, perhaps it wasn't that intense, but still, it was a major confrontation! Chris didn't know if he was going to make it out of this alive, but he'd be damned if he didn't go down without a fight!
"There's no where else to run, Redfield!" Sarah shouted, fixing her hair to her best efforts. It was now a mess in that ponytail of hers, which she ripped out from her hair and threw onto the floor.
Chris didn't speak, he just glared at the woman with an unwavering determination.
Rebecca whimpered slightly, the obvious pain reminding Chris that he had to be careful in his actions. She was depending on him to get them all out alive. The fact that she was wounded added the fact that there was only so much she could do to aid them in this stand off. Sarah seemed to take note of her condition, Chris spotting the sly smirk growing on her face.
'Shit,' Chris mentally cursed.
The men around Sarah now had their guns trained on the team, causing the group to flinch slightly and raise their own guns. Chris took a deep breath and joined his comrades, aiming his gun along with them. Sarah began to laugh, her voice disgustingly pleased.
"Are you really going to fight back? You're cornered!"
Chris had to chuckle slightly, "I'm not dying without a fight. At least I can say I tried after all this is done."
Sarah scoffed, glancing over at her men. Chris' heart stopped as soon as he saw her tilt her head, the motion full of permission to open fire.
Bullets began to race towards them, Chris firing back with adrenaline pumping through his veins. He could hear Jill shout his name, but nothing was quite fully coherent in his ears. Time seemed to be non-existent in that moment, even as a bullet implanted itself in his forearm. Chris didn't stop, he wouldn't allow himself to. He needed to protect his friends, he needed to be strong for them.
Jill rushed to his side, firing in synch with him. He knew she had his back.
Barry joined him to the left, barely dodging a bullet that whizzed by his head.
If they were to die, then they were to die together!
CRACKLE CRACKLE BOOM!
The ground shook, causing everyone to fall over, a few guns misfiring, but no casualties. Chris hissed at the pain that shot up his arm as he tried to break his fall. The bullet wound throbbing wildly.
"What the fuck is that!" cried one of Sarah's men.
Crawling from underneath them was a grotesque monster. Pink flesh hung loosely on it's six limbs, appearing like spider webs at the ends. Long talons dug deep into the concrete, small amounts of blood oozing off the tips. It's torso was massive, the rib cage protruding sickly. And finally, it's face. God it's face. It almost looked human, a pained expression plastered on. Dead grey, almost blue eyes, scanning the area, it's drooling jaw rimmed with sharp teeth cocked open. And from it's horrid throat, it emitted a nightmarish screech.
Chris stared at it, slightly shaking from the creature's presence, as memories came flooding back to him. He has never seen this creature before, and it truly frightened him to know: He didn't know how to take it down.
His gaze trailed over to Sarah and her men, the woman's face full of horror, her voice unheard, for nothing was heard for Chris at this moment. Her men fired their weapons onto the beast, but it didn't even flinch. Whipping one of it's arms, it sent one of the men falling off the building with an echoing SPLAT!
Slowly looking over to his team, he saw Rebecca's frightened stare, Jill's horror filled eyes slightly tearing up, and Barry's jaw falling slightly open. But above all, he saw the pain spreading across Wesker's face, the man falling to his knees and grasping his head.
It's unbearable...
"Shoot it! Shoot it now!"
The pain was spreading across his brain like a surge of electricity.
"Take that damn thing down at once!"
He could only breathe heavily as it all came and went just like that.
"Sir, the B.O.W was unstable, we had to-"
"Wesker! Wesker! Are you alright?" Chris shook him out of his thoughts.
The blond gasped slightly, shaking his head and blinking a few times, then nodded.
The large monster screeched once again, it's voice painful to hear. Chris assisted him to his feet, Wesker taking notice of the blood dripping down his arm.
"Chris-"
"It's fine, don't worry about me. Worry about that thing over there."
Said thing screeched again, twirling rapidly, it's arms flopping around hitting anything nearby. The entire group dodged the attacks, rolling away and getting to a safe distance from the creature. Rebecca shrieked loudly, Wesker rushing over to pick her up and dash away immediately. Every human being was cornered against the edge of the roof. They may have wanted each other dead a few seconds ago, but the matter at hand was more important.
"We need to get around it," Jill breathed, glancing over at Sarah and her men.
"Th-they should have some w-weapons down in the labs," stuttered one of the men.
Wesker never saw such fear displayed on a human's face. He never knew a man could tremble so visibly as did everyone around him. Rebecca was a wreck in his arms, lips quivering along with the rest of her; Although he could understand why such fear was felt, the creature was indeed frightening, but he couldn't bring himself to truly fear it. It was the strangest feeling, and he would ask Chris about the matter later.
"Wes," Chris called out to him, "Take Rebecca somewhere safe, she can't handle this in her condition."
"I-I can too!" the small woman cried from his arms, "B-besides! You're shot t-too!"
"Just a flesh wound," Chris smirked, letting it fade quickly and nodding to Wesker, "Go, quickly," he motioned towards the door.
"Captain, don't you dare!" Rebecca growled lowly, her glare as threatening as a child puffing it's cheeks out.
Wesker sighed, "I apologize," and ran for the door.
The creature howled, swiping an arm at him, which he dodged easily. Another arm came at him, but with a calculated leap, he was able to make it to the door, the heavy metal slamming shut behind him. Rushing down the stairs, he made his way back into the building. He didn't know where he would go, but Chris had trusted him with taking care of their friend, and he swore to do as such.
"Captain! Where are we going! We can't just leave them!" the woman cried, flailing her arms weakly, but with much determination.
"Chris trusted in me your safety, I cannot go against his word."
Rebecca sighed as he rounded the corner of a long hallway. He froze in his tracks as another headache came over him, almost dropping the girl to the ground. With all his strength, he made sure Rebecca didn't fall. After placing her down gently, he clutched his head, groaning from the pain.
"Captain?... Wesker?... Al-"
"Sir, the B.O.W is thrashing about madly! It's not accepting the treatment!"
Subject 767- RagDoll had been a failure. The B.O.W began to decay faster than any other before it, not to mention it's arms would fall off if it came into contact with the chemical Chloroxlenol. It was discovered a few days ago, after the tedious cleansing of the labs, the B.O.W began to react violently to the cleaning supplies used. It's limbs began to pale, slowly falling off the torso, until finally, the entire creature came fumbling down, it's body going pale from the chemicals as well.
The entire creature had decomposed. Such a simple chemical to bring the massive beast down. It was an utter disappointment, especially when the creature held such promise.
They had tried to improve it, to introduce the chemical into the blood stream directly, but it was a failure, only resulting in a very violent B.O.W.
Guns were fired recklessly at the creature, men shouting in panic as the beast wouldn't fall. Honestly, these idiots.
In one swift movement, Wesker grabbed a bucket from the janitor's closet, the old water ready to be dumped outside. Instead, he splashed the remaining liquid onto RagDoll, the beast screeching loudly, skin bubbling and turning pale and falling apart.
Chloroxlenol couldn't kill it from the inside, but the skin was too vulnerable to protect it from the outside.
Honestly, how he ever got things done around here was beyond him.
"Captain! Oh thank God!" he felt something heavy on his chest, looking down slightly, he spotted Rebecca hovering over him, eyes full of worry. "Are you ok? Does your head feel better? Please say something!"
"I know how to kill the monster," he stated, lifting himself from the ground.
Rebecca stared blankly, "W-what? How?"
"I remembered something," he mumbled.
"Wha- H-Hey!" she cried, suddenly being lifted off from the ground, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to serve some Justice," He said with a smirk, making his way quickly through the labs.
Rebecca scoffed shakily, "Who are you? Batman?"
The beast howled loudly, it's limbs flailing about at them, each of them dodging the advances. They took their shots when they could, alternating who shot from either side. They needed to work together in order to bring the monster down.
"You there! Now!" shouted a man, pointing at Barry with authority.
The older man grumbled, hating taking orders from a random stranger, not to mention one who had tried to kill them not too long ago. But he complied, quickly aiming his gun and shooting while staying in motion.
The bullets hit the pink flesh with a dull splat, the damage obviously minimum. The fact didn't discourage him though, he kept firing with a steady hand, all the while holding his breath. He felt as if he breathed, he would miss the flailing monster and ruin the whole tactic.
What tactic was that, he had no clue.
The thing gurgled, lunging forward suddenly. Barry dove off to the side, using the momentum to gain a good distance away. Sarah and her men seemed to be standing back, leaving the rest of their group to do all the work.
'Team work my ass.'
A loud whistle was heard, Barry spinning on his heels to find it's origin.
Jill.
She signaled Barry to come over, and he wasted no time in doing so, sprinting as fast as his feet could take him. He ducked quickly, barely missing a stray limb of the creature that trashed around violently. Gripping his hand, Jill pulled him over to a secluded corner, Chris running right behind them.
"What are you doing?" Barry asked.
Jill scoffed, "If that Woman thinks we're going to do all the work, she's got another thing coming! We're staying right here until we come up with an effective plan!"
Barry smiled, he loved it when Jill took matters into her hands. Made him feel Fatherly proud of her.
Chris glanced around the corner, flinching at the creature's howls, "Well, Sarah's men are finally moving their asses." He scratched the back of his head, wincing at the pain of his wound.
"Careful, Chris, don't wanna strain yourself anymore than you need to," Barry stated, patting the man on the shoulder lightly.
The younger man laughed nervously, finally leaning against the wall and breathing evenly.
Jill seemed to be calm, but Barry knew her previous wounds from days before were still healing. It was amazing that the woman hasn't collapsed from exhaustion. But then again, Jill wasn't your average woman.
Another fatherly pride settled in.
Barry shook his head, he couldn't let his mind wander from the task at hand, "So what do we do? Bullet's aren't doing us any good against this thing."
The three glanced around the corner, eying Sarah and her men fighting off the beast. The woman shouting out curses directed specifically at a certain Redfield.
"We need something with a bigger punch," Chris stated, almost sarcastically, "Obviously, we don't have that kind of power with us."
Jill reloaded her gun, cursing inwardly at the amount of ammo she had left, "We could probably find something inside, although thinking about it now, I'm sure there are more left over B.O.W running around in there."
Barry agreed, it seemed Umbrella locked away these "left overs" to be forgotten. They were most likely supposed to die from excessive decay and lack of food. Guess they crashed the party before that could happen.
Another ear-rattling screech from the monster, the trio hunching over in attempts to drown out the noise. Umbrella was damn lucky their facilities were a good distance away from civilization. Surely the neighbors would be shaking their fists at horrible sounds that were emitting from the building.
"I say we make a run for the door and search the building," Chris suddenly said, receiving baffled glances from Jill and Barry alike. The man sighed, "We don't stand a chance against this thing, I honestly would rather face the B.O.W we're used to, and find something to work against this thing, than shoot useless bullets until one of us slips and become dinner."
Barry wanted to protest, but he saw no other way, they were going to have to take their chances inside the building-
SLAM!
The creature had collided with the wall, specifically, the one with the only way out. Sarah's men were cheering, as if they've achieved something amazing. The only thing they've achieved was making it angrier and destroying their only escape. They cheered as if they had actually damaged the monster. They were in for a rude awakening.
Jill sighed, "Guess we should help now."
Chris cursed and sprang to his feet, training a gun on the B.O.W and firing away.
Rebecca winced at every step, she honestly hated feeling so useless. She could be out there right now, fighting off that horrible thing with her friends, instead of being baby sat by their former Captain. Not that she wasn't complaining about being carried, Wesker had very comfortable arms, she just wished to be in healthy conditions.
"So how do we kill this thing again?" She asked, holding in the need to grunt in pain.
The man glanced at her, and Rebecca knew he could see through her act, "We need as much cleaning detergent as we can gather. It contains the chemical Chloroxlenol."
Rebecca tried piecing the information together, "You mean a simple chemical used for cleaning is that monster's weakness?"
Wesker nodded and continued navigating the building.
She was relieved to know the beast wasn't as indestructible as everyone had thought. A simple chemical that's available to the public, how easy was that? Probably the sole reason Umbrella never used the B.O.W in the first place. And suddenly, the thought struck her.
"Wait, how did you know it was weak against Chloroxlenol?"
The man's face seemed to show slight guilt, "I might have, had a flash back," he stated, glancing back down at her, "Might have."
'Might have? Perfect! Last thing I need is him to remember who and what he is, and turning against me. I don't think I can take going against him in my condition!'
Rebecca didn't respond, just stared at the man's chest while he proceeded walking. She didn't know what to respond with, and in all actuality, she didn't want to spark anything else in that head of his. The man was her ally now, but she wasn't so sure he would remain that way.
"It's quiet," she heard him breathe, causing her to look up and observe their surroundings.
The building was, indeed, awkwardly quiet. There were no muffled noises from the battle waging on the roof, nor any distant bullets being shot. It was eerie, to say the least. Something didn't feel right, not at all. Rebecca tensed, hoping it was just the blood loss getting to her head.
She gasped silently, feeling Wesker tense as well. This wasn't good.
SCREECH!
Wesker dove to the side quickly, avoiding massive claws from colliding with his back. Rebecca shrieked, trying to make out their attacker.
"Hunter!" She cried, recalling her near death experience from the Arklay Mountains.
Wesker grunted, obviously not wanting to waste time on the beast. The hunter reared it's head back and let out a loud roar. Rebecca felt her heart burst when she began to hear more Hunters approaching. How did Umbrella manage to keep so many B.O.W's locked in this facility?
"Brace yourself," Wesker said lowly, causing Rebecca to quickly grip the man's clothing tightly, holding on desperately. In the blink of an eye, the Hunters all pounced, Rebecca squeezing her eyes shut tightly and praying for their lives.
Splat!
Something warm and horribly scented hit her cheek. Peering out through half lidded eyes, Rebecca saw one of the Hunters, a bit too close for comfort. Although the creature itself wasn't moving.
A better look, and it was impaled in Wesker's arm. Retracting his hand, the body fell limp to the ground, joining it's brethren that now decorated the floor. Rebecca couldn't imagine how on earth did the man manage to rid of so many hunters in such little time. She could only assume the man was beginning to remember on how to use his abilities.
"Have a flash back of your abilities too?" She inquired, looking at the former Captain's handy work.
"It's coming back to me," He stated, all too amused, a smirk growing on his face.
Strangely enough...
... It wasn't a threatening one.
Okay Okay, I know this was supposed a Bloopers Chapter (Every 4 Chapters) but I couldn't do that to you guys! XD
The next Bloopers will be the final Post for this story... That's right folks, "Chris Who?" is finally ending! D:
The next chapter will maybe be the last, although I'm not certain. We'll just have to sit tight, wait, and see ^ ^
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