Authors notes: Hello everyone! THan kyou for your rewievs, they are helping to keep writing this story! So, I wanted to ask all of you why you like my story. Is it because of the action? NivanField lovers? Is it because of the storyline in the RE world and Piers Nivas point of view? Or because of mutations and the biology part?

If you have ideas, throw them inside and I can see what I can do with the rest of the story :)

I hope you enjoy it!

The bright lights of the smaller headlights hit his multiple eyes as a groan escaped his mouth. His body refused to move while he tried to open all of his eyes fully to see where he was lying. The ground was cold and wet – same with his whole body.

He moved his hand barely to his chest and stopped at his side to touch the scales of his skin, figuring out that it was just water – or something liquid that was similar to water. The stench of nutrient liquid, antibiotics and sedatives filled his cloer area as he managed to lift up his head just slightly.

He was lying on the ground in something that looked like a bigger shower. The walls and ground were build of tiles, light greyish in color. There was a small outflow at the right edge of the big shower. Around the edges, large big grids surrounded the shower at the right edge of the bigger laboratory room. The cabinets were filled with various formed glasses – glasses for chemicals, medications or sampling tubes.

There was no screen but when he tried to lift his arm he felt a sharp pain shooting from his elbow along with something that moved inside his thick vein. He glanced to the side and saw an IV feeding him with a light greenish liquid – probably he nutrient liquid. They obviously fed him with large amounts of sedatives – given to all these empty tubes and glasses that were placed right in front of his wet "Cage". That would explain his dizzyness and made it difficult for his body to gather some energy in order to use his muscles.

Then it came to him as he opened his eyes just a bit more. The light still was too bright to fully get used to but his blurry vision slowly adapted as he could make out his surroundings better. He didn`t know how long they were keeping him in that room already. Or what they did with him – probably no testing or further injecting than neccessary.

He moved his body against the wall, barely able to do anything as he tried to remember what happened in the last days in which he was stuck in that shower and before it when he searched his superiors office for any informations about the secret mission the B.S.A.A. Just signed them in.

His eyes widened when his brain focused on that mission he read about. The files reported about a new mixture of biologial weapons. Weapons, whose had the possibility to destroy the world, to kill the humanity and to create a new hell. He never was a man for biology or when it came to mushrooms, but that thing he read about seemed pretty dangerous.

He moved his tail and watched its tip moving against the grids while the bigger sharp spikes on its end left a loud squeaking noise after touching the metal roughly. He tried to move his legs, to stand up or even to sit up but his still sedated body simply refused to move greatly.

He sighed loudly and let his body fall down on the wet tiles again when he pushed the air that was being hold in his lungs out his nostrils against the wet floor. Thousand tiny waterdrops were splashed against his eyes as he closed them and thought of a way to get to that island before something bad would happen. But first, his body needed to get over the effects of the sedatives.

...The hours went by. He didn`t know what time it was nor what was going on inside the B.S.A.A. Headquarters. There were barely any scientists nor doctors that looked after him. He couldn`t even hear anyone waling around in the corridors or talking to others. There was just the ghostly silence that lingered on the medical centre of the headquarters, and it wasn`t usual.

Worry started to show itself as he stood up in his cage. His legs were still weak from not being used for a while, probably a few days or a week? He didn`t know. He waggily leaned against the grids and panted from the effort before turning back to the cage door.

He was able to lift up his body until he stood on two legs, both hands placed at the door as it was shaken by his force while he tried to figure out how to open it. There was no use. The lock was too strong and the grids too thick to be broken or bent. His eyes flickered over to the hinges. Too large, too strong of a built and too rusty to get broken or losened.

He snorted angrily as he turned his body and stepped to the opposite wall. He placed his hands against the grids and swung his tail towards the door. Opening doors with force always was no problem to him. The spikes of his tail could resist a truck driving against them with high speed, they wouldn`t wear off their stability just because of a simple cage door.

The time passed by. Each swing hit the door, hard. But there was no sound of a crack or it getting broken. There were scratches left on those grids and floor, but nothing more. He still hadn`t got enough energy, and after the virus was gone from his system, he wasn`t as strong and powerful as before, not anymore.

Panting and growling out in frustration, he rammed his whole body against the door, hissing angrily and shaking the grids violently. The imagination of his nightmare getting true and another much more dangerus outbreak coming out from that island in which thousands or even millions of people could get killed was driving him crazy.

Pain shot through his elbow as he rammed his head hard against the grids, letting out a loud scream of frustration and anger as he sank slowly to his knees, the spikes leaving scratches on the floor while his head dropped.

He was so powerless, helpless. How could he serve under the people as a soldier of the rganization that should protect them if he couldn`t even break out free? The B.S.A.A. Had their reasons, after all, he was a B.O.W. still. A B.O.W. each person would fear, a monster that would be the target of every policeman and tank, of every plane and ship. Plus the law wasn`t allowing such a big creature wandering around as if it was free. He still was a risk to everyone – even through he didn`t want to see that.

His small emotional outbreak was noticed as his ears flickered up, catching up the sound of multiple heavy footsteps heading towards his location. He reacted fast and lay down on the tiles again to simulate still being sedated and asleep before the men reached the room.

To his surprise, they weren`t doctors or scientists. It were four armed soldiers, by the clothes and patches he could tell that they were from one of the Teams, probably Bravo Team members. They reached the cage before they stopped and eyed him closely.

There was a buzzing. The older man reached up to his radio.

"Not comfirmed. Still sedated and not moving. Any directions?" he asked.

"A twelveth Sedation. We do not want to cause any further problems. Order from the Deputy Director" A female voice ordered through the radio as the man nodded quickly and turned to the cabinet to grab a syringe before putting it into the tube, pulling the transparent liquid inside.

He swallowed. This was his chance. He still remained motionless while he concentrated his senses on the man approaching his cage while the others waited around him. He could feel their eyes watching him closely. He would need speed and luck for this getting to work.

When the lock clicked and the door slowly opened with the soldier slowly stepping over his tail and reaching for his arm he opened his eyes wide and swung his tail up, sending the man against the wall hardly and knocking the air out of his lungs before the body fell down on the floor, limb but still alive.

He heard the other soldiers growling out and scolding angrily before they started to shoot at him. Luckily, the scales were thick enough to resist the force of the bullets, but not as good as before. The hit of a bullet at his scales left a bruise that hurt pretty much. He hissed and quickly got on his feet before he started to run through the opened door, surprised when one of the men threw his body against the other side of the door to keep him from escaping.

He growled when his head hit the door as he pushed against it, trying to get off the man from the other side. Soon enough before he could push open the door, the other remained soldiers joined the man and pressed their bodies against the grids, closing it again.

He growled in frustration and pushed as had as he could, his feet slipping from the wetness of the tiles. One of his secondary eyes glnced over as the third man reached over to the keys and handed them to his comrade being closer to the lock of the door than the others.

Realisaion hit him as he stopped for a short moment and opened his mouth wide to scream at their heads only inches away from him like an animal in pure fury. That earned some time as the men backed off slightly in surprise and shock.

Pushing his right hand between the grids and grabbing the mand arm before he could lock the door again, he pressed his body against the grids and pushed the door open. Releasing his grip on the mans arm, he finally forced the door fully open and jumped forwards. The soldiers jumped and rolled off to the sides as he used all of his strenght to run out of the room and through the corridors, trying to find an exit.

He would reach the island for himself, he didn`t need any help for it. He just needed to get there.

Slipping on the floor each edge he was forced to make a sharp turn because of armed men showing up and shooting at him, he placed his hands at each of the wall in the thin corridors and pushed himself forwards while his feet moved of their own on the floor, the claws slightly digging into the material to avoid slipping even more.

"Stop him!" was everything he could make out in that mess while he slammed each door shut he passed by before anyone would be able to block his way.

Luckily, his tail was still long enough to block and catch all the bullets that flew towards his back from the soldiers following him. His tongue stuck out each passing seconds, trying to catch up any scent that would help him finding the next exit.

His secondary eyes moved of their own wildly, glancing over to each direction in each angle of his sight until his main eyes focused on the ceiling consisting of glass. Frowning and glancing up wih all his eyes he tensed his muscles and jumped up while punching against the glass.

Countless splatters of glass flew through the air as he pushed his body up to the ceiling and straightened on the roof. The soft wind touched the skin between his scales that worked like an own armor as he looked around himself. He was on a roof, pretty much high, probably the 5th floor.

A shot coming from the corridor underneath him hitting one of his spikes of his neck reminded him in what a dangerous situation he brought himself into. He quickly turned and started to run towards the edge of the roof until he stopped to look down. 48 feet down to the ground. He was used to various height differences thanks to the missions he already had in Edonia, Marhawa Academy, in Austria or China, but with another body, it wasn`t easy to register. Not after he fell from one of the skycreepers into a mess of undead people a while ago.

It almost costed him his life. He swallowed hard and stopped when he saw the walls of the building. Limestone, well as a part of the mateial. His claws could support his weight while he would be able to use the tiny pores of the material for his advantage to escape...

Time for thinking was never left when you try to get free, he was reminded by that fact when the men started to show up from the broken ceiling, aiming right at his head again before firing.

Gritting his teeth together, he jumped at the wall and started to climb it along while he tried not to slip while shortening the distance to the ground while the men shouted and yelled loudly as they still tried to stop him by firing at his back.

Obviously, they weren`t great shooters since they missed most of their shots when he jumped down the last few feet to the ground. Standing on the solid, moisty and smooth grass was a feeling he sort of missed, he had to admit.

His legs started to run again and brought him to the edge of the backyard. When he saw a very large group of men standing at the front of the building, everyone dressed in black and blueish clothes and saluting to a single woman, he stopped completly.

They weren`t from the B.S.A.A., nor from any other military organization he knew. Everyone carried a helmet, a black helmet with a symbol on it he still couldn`t make out. He never saw a symbol or a patch with a half diamond and cross.

Listening to the woman was impossible when the men behind him yelled out loudly and aimed for him again. Stubborn bastards. He turned. There was only one way.

Starting to run towards the streets, the other group of men noticed him as he could hear the womans angry voice echoing though the air.

He already reached the main street shortly after and hurried over the driving cars while his followers decided to take the motor vehicles from the B.S.A.A. Headquarters. They showed up in the traffic behind him while the men on the passenger seats leaned out of the vehicles and started to shoot at him.

The screaming people were distracting when he made his way through the streets and jumped or glided over the cars while trying not to harm any civilian. Soon enough, simple bullets weren`t enough as some men took out their rocket launchers.

He was sure, they were not from the B.S.A.A. nor interested in keeping up the peace. He headed towards the rails in hope to get off the followers as they kept following him and with the vehicles, they gained on speed.

Jumping over fences and standing cars of the sideway, he dodged the bullets and jumped forwards as fast as he could. The vehicles slowly picked up in speed and drove behind him as they separated to block the way and surround him. He growled and looked to his left, seeing one of the vehicles picking up to him while the other vehicles started to surround him from the back and left.

He swung his tail around and jumped into the air while hitting the front glasses of the right and back vehicle, hearing the men yelling loudly and aiming at him. The rocket was fired and to his luck, barely missed his right ear as it hit the house in the right of the street, being blown up in a large great cloud from the impact.

Hissing loudly, he jumped on the right vehicle and dug the large claws of his right foot into the back of the man in the passenger seat of the roofless vehicle. He felt the driver pushing his knife into his knee as he cried out and bit off the head of the man.

Grabbing the steering wheel and forcing the vehicle to drive to the left, he repressed the other remained vehicles before jumping off the vehicle as it crushed against the train standing on the rail.

Limping, he held his right bleeding knee and made his way behind the train. He looked trough the window to the other men stopping their vehicles and cars as they watched the three vehicles burning and exploding at the train.

He panted. He had given all his energy to come this far, to escape. Like this, he doubted that he would come even further, not to mention that he needed to reach the ocean and swimming towards that island of his own. He couldn`t count on others right now.

The windows of the train broke around him as the bullets destroyed the glasses. He protected his head with his elbows from the splatters as his ears searched for a way to get out of that shit.

When in the smaller street in front of him behind the train, helicopters showerd themselves along with police cars, his sight started to get blurry. He couldn`t handle them, not like this, not alone.