Well, here is the next part. Usual legal disclaimer here. We don't own it, don't sue.

The thing seemed to be clawing its way into the small elevator. The four in the elevator did the only thing they could do: try to kill it. Joshua hit the emergency stop button, just as they reached the 1st floor (not the lobby).

"What the hell are you doing?!" yelled Eric.

Joshua was trying to pry the elevator doors open. "Getting us the hell out of here!" he yelled as he finally got it open.

The four made a mad dash out of the elevator, just as the fish-headed-thing came crashing through the elevators roof. The hallway was seemingly endless to the four. Little by little the thing was gaining ground on them.

"There's a window at the end of the hallway!" yelled Joshua.

"Aren't we too high up for that?!" yelled back Eric.

"We don't have a choice!" Joshua yelled back.

"Fine! But if I break a single bone, I'll kill you both!" yelled Scott.

Realization dawned on Tom and his eyes went wide. "You can't seriously consider jumping!" he yelled.

Fuck ...the kid. thought Joshua. "Eric, grab Tom and start praying!" yelled Joshua.

Eric snarled and grabbed Tom and lifted him up. The creature was taking an occasional swipe at them, as it got closer.

Finally they made it to the window. Joshua closed his eyes and put an arm in front of his face. He went crashing through the window, followed by Eric holding Tom, and Scott. They hit the ground feet first. Immediately Joshua sprang up and jumped into the back of a pickup truck, landing on his back. The other three quickly got the idea and hopped into the truck.

The creature appeared at the edge of the floor when it just barely stopped itself from falling. It was met unkindly by gunfire from two of his four prey. It backed up a couple of paces and then charged.

Scott had just started the truck and began to pull away. The truck just pulled out in time to avoid being crushed by the creature.

Thank God the keys were in the truck Joshua thought. He had just barely avoiding being squashed beneath the creatures' talon-ed feet.

He picked his head up, just in time to see the thing start to chase them. This time it wasn't hindered by gunfire while it chased, making it much faster. Joshua's eyes widened in fear.

"Step on it dammit!" he yelled.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" yelled back Scott.

"This trucks a piece of shit!" yelled Joshua for no apparent reason.

"Hey, I didn't pick it!" said Scott.

Joshua looked back at the thing. They had to be doing at least 50mph. How fast can that damn thing run anyway? Joshua mentally grumbled. He finally got an idea and reached into one of his pockets and produced a small little toy for the creature to play with. He pulled the pin and dropped it out the back.

"FLASHBANG!" he yelled.

Instinctively everyone shielded their eyes and Scott prayed he wouldn't crash. A blinding light enveloped the area with an ear piercing noise. They could hear the thing's shriek as they rounded a corner. Hopefully they had lost the thing.

"I think we lost him," Joshua laughed. "Yes!"

"That's great!" Scott didn't mention that the shiny new Chevrolet Silverado they were in had been a stick shift, and that was why they weren't going very fast...due to Scott's hand.

Damn...oh...my hand... Scott thought to himself. It seemed to be getting worse. It hurt less now, but there was a disgusting green crust on the edges of his wound. His entire hand was becoming discolored, and he had nearly cried out in pain when he shifted from third to fourth gear.

"Ooh, man...guys, can anybody here drive a stick?" Scott slowed to 50 miles per hour on the empty city streets.

"I can," Eric said. "Hand bothering you?"

Take a fucking guess, Scott thought angrily. Instead, he said, "Yeah, a lot. Can you come drive?"

"Sure," came the reply.

Scott pulled over to the shoulder. He was too much in pain to notice the truck sagging severely from the tremendous weight they didn't know about. After all, Scott drove a Miata, and he simply figured the truck was just plain big and heavy.

Scott stopped the car and got out. Eric hopped out the back of the truck. Scott cradled his hand gently, and Eric noticed the massive yellow and purple hand. "Damn, we need to get you to a hospital. Seriously, that is not good."

Scott swallowed hard. "Yeah, and I feel like shit too. I got a migraine, I'm sore all over, my throat burns, and I'm tired, hot, hungry for steak for some reason..."

"Okay, settle down. I think I saw a hospital from the helicopter. I'll get you there fast, all right?" Eric seemed genuinely concerned.

"Oh, okay...holyshitIdon'tfeelsogood..." Scott turned and threw up on the asphalt. Eric took a step backwards in disgust.

"Damn, man, you really...uh oh." He noticed that in Scott's fluids there were dark red chunks and light red chunks making up the majority of the excretions.

Oh, this is NOT good...

"Okay, Scott? Get in the back of the truck right now. We need to get you there." He noticed that Scott was pale. Deathly pale, in fact.

Scott nodded. "Okay...it hurts..."

Eric knew what Scott had contracted, and he did not want to waste any time at all. He jumped in the car and shifted.

Bmmp. He was puzzled that the car shifted very noisily, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting to the hospital.

Why is this damn thing so SLOW?! He had driven a car like this before, and this one was oddly very, very slow. He didn't know why...didn't know about HAYLAR two inches under his feet, clinging to the underside of the truck, waiting for the next time the truck stopped.

Eric floored the accelerator. He saw the speedometer climb up to seventy miles per hour and hang there, despite a top speed of one hundred twenty miles per hour.

"What the fuck is wrong with this car!?" He screamed loudly enough to startle the three in back.

He then looked further down the street. He could see a figure further down. Eric had left his M16 in the back of the truck, so he couldn't just shoot it as he drove by. He stared at it, and then slowed to a crawl.

"What the hell?" He murmured to himself. Then suddenly, he understood. He knew what was going to happen.

He slammed on the brakes and threw the door open. "Everybody get away from this car NOW!"

"What's the problem?" Joshua was confused.

"I don't have time to explain, but get out right now!" He spoke rapidly, already running off into the night.

Tom picked up all the weapons and jumped off the truck, following Eric. Scott summoned up the strength to sprint away from the truck. Joshua ran after them.

The truck sprang up on its shocks, and then they saw it.

HAYLAR, the Fish-Head-Thing, had been latched onto the underside of the car. It let go and rolled out from underneath it.

"SHIT! RUN!" Scott managed to say, despite the fire raging in his throat.

They ran...

...and were thrown off their feet as a massive blast rolled over them.

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Nemesis did not smile as he lowered his rocket launcher. He'd fired at the truck only to get at the HAYLAR Specimen that he had been told to kill.

He did not smile, for he was only doing his job. "Stars..." He grumbled as he walked towards the burning wreckage to finish the job.

Eric slowly tried to get to his feet. The blast had sent them all flying at least five extra feet. Scott wasn't getting up, nor was he trying.

The pain...Oh god the pain... he silently cursed to himself.

Once again he was caught by a coughing attack and once again, more blood came flowing out of his mouth.

Joshua had just opened his eyes and looked around.

What the fucki just happened? he mentally questioned.

Looking around he saw Scott lying on his side, coughing again. Eric was leaning on a building for support and Tom was lying face down on the pavement, their weapons scattered all around. Beyond Tom was the truck, or lack there of. Joshua immediately got to his feet when he saw the HAYLER standing there.

What is it looking at? he thought. The giant fire emitted from the truck blocked the view.

Whatever it was, Joshua decided this wasn't the best time to hang around. He quickly jumped to his feet and walked over to Tom. The kid was out cold.

"Shit," Joshua said.

Eric was now walking over to Tom and picking up all their weaponry. Scott was still on the ground coughing. Joshua slowly walked over toward him and knelt down.

"Hey man, you look like shit," he said.

"I *cough* *cough* feel the part too," Scott replied.

"Come on, get up," said Joshua as he picked up Scott.

They walked over to Eric who was now holding all their weapons. They stared at each other for a moment.

"What do we do with the kid?" asked Eric.

Joshua frowned for a moment before Scott spoke up. "Take him. I'll stay *cough* *cough* behind."

"Are you nuts?! We're getting out of here together! Got it?!" yelled Joshua.

"Josh. Look at me man. I'm done for and you know it. Take the kid with you and leave me," Scott told them.

"And leave you to die?" asked Eric.

Scott coughed again, "Anybody got any frags left?" he asked.

"Just one," said Eric.

Both Joshua and Eric knew what Scott was planning. It was a kamikaze mission. Eric frowned and handed Scott the frag grenade. Joshua set Scott down and picked up Tom.

"Good-bye old buddy," said Joshua.

"Bye man. It's really been fun; now get the hell out of this town. Job or not. This shit isn't worth it anymore," said Scott.

Joshua said nothing and picked up Eric. Without a word the three took off into the alleys.
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Nemesis stalked toward the HAYLAR. Beyond the new creation's present location, were four more possible targets, but then three ran out of range. Oh well, he'd end up killing them all anyway.

The HAYLAR emerged from the wreckage, all piss and vinegar, ready to kick some Nemesis ass. Nemesis brought up its rocket launcher and fired off a shot. The rocket went speeding by as the HAYLAR dodged it. The rocket connected with a building, making it collapse on itself. HAYLAR charged up quickly and slashed Nemesis in the right side. Nemesis backhanded him for it.

The HAYLAR was sent skidding on the pavement and regained its' footing. Once again it charged and this time, sent Nemesis' rocket launcher to the ground, in two pieces. No explosion came though; Nemesis has all ready used his last rocket. The HAYLAR came up quick again and left a deep gash on Nemmy's leg. The big man swatted the HAYLAR, which was sent flying into a building. It smashed off the wall and left a nice little indentation.

It didn't seem fazed at all and once again, began its assault on the big man.
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The man in the white lab coat studied the screen very carefully, watching the battle take place. The HAYLAR was very advanced, to make matters worse, it wasn't an Umbrella creation, which was why they wanted it dead. That way they could study it.

He frowned at the screen, "Yes, you are an advanced one aren't you? No matter, you will die one way or another."

He picked up a walkie-talkie and opened up the channels. *Bzzt* "Send in variable C."

This time his features took on a more pleased expression. There was no way the HAYLAR could be as advanced as to take on two of Umbrella's best B.O.W's at the same time.
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"I don't get pain enough," said the pilot to himself. He had been assigned to drop the Tyrant right in the middle of that brawl between the Nemesis and the new creation. If they had to send in this guy along with the Nemesis, this thing was far advanced beyond Umbrella's creations.

"All right big guy, end of the line. Don't blame me if you pull a hamstring on the landing," he said as he dropped the canister.
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The canister burst open and Umbrella's other powerhouse emerged from it. He hit the ground with a hard thud, but it didn't bother him. Standing up, his trench coat hung down to his knees, along with his giant boots. His gray face remained expressionless as he stalked toward the battle. Unlike the Nemesis, this guy had no specific programming, so he could not be limited to attack only one thing. Whatever got in his way was as good as dead as far as his thoughts went. He did recognize the larger one in the black trench coat. In the labs when he first awoke, he had seen one in a tube. Now, he would get a crack at it. It was the other thing he didn't recognize. No matter though, he'd take them both out.

The world had gone to hell. It simply, flat out, was sheer chaos.

Nemesis swung the rocket launcher in a wide arc, smacking HAYLAR in the side of the head. HAYLAR didn't seem to feel it as it swung a massive bladed claw, nearly cutting off Nemesis's left arm. Nemesis actually kicked it, sending it sprawling. It sprang back to its feet in a blur.

Mr. X walked up to the creature he raised a giant fist, ready to smash down on top of HAYLAR...

..and HAYLAR dove out of the way as the massive arms came down on the car HALYAR stood next to.

HAYLAR shrieked a massive, unhuman, indescribable feral scream as the car alarm of the smashed Nissan went off. As the three looked on, the thing went into a sudden frenzy, kicking, slashing, clawing at anything it saw, even light poles.

Scott had arrived over at the fighting three. He was about to pull the pin when Mr. X turned around. It looked him dead in the eye, then punched him in the head. Scott flew back a good ten feet, then hit the ground, and from the way his neck flopped around, the three survivors knew he was dead.

Mr. X reared up to smash HAYLAR's head in again...

...and met his foot. HAYLAR kicked Mr. X. However, he kicked him very hard... So hard, in fact, that Mr. X flew backwards fifty yards, reminding Tom bleakly of The Matrix. Unfortunately, Mr. X flew in their direction. It hit a steel light pole that was not twenty feet from the car they were hiding behind.

Mr. X got up, facing the three startled people. It looked at Tom very, very closely. Then, Eric, and finally Joshua. Then, it looked back at Tom.

Yes... His infected brain told him. That's the one you want. Kill him before it gestates...

Mr. X let out a demonic howl, then slowly...deliberately...advanced towards the frightened child.

The trio began to back up slowly into an alleyway. Mr. X slowly followed them. Joshua raised the MP-5N Tom had given him and let loose a hail of bullets.

"Get the hell out of here while I distract it!" yelled Joshua.

The other two took off running into the alleys. Joshua didn't have the chance to look back to see which way they went. Mr. X though, watched their movements carefully as they took off. Joshua finally looked behind him and saw no one.

"Fuck. Where'd they go?" he asked.

That's when he heard a noise that would scare the hell out of the most courageous of men.

Click, click, click, click.

Joshua looked down at the gun. It was only a matter of time until the clip went dry, but why did it have to be now while this giant was stalking him.

"Heh, heh. I've really enjoyed our time spent together, but I've got to go. I hope you understand," he said as he took off down the series of alleys behind him.

Mr. X took his time walking down. Finally he came to an intersection of alleys. He looked straight ahead in the direction Joshua went, but then turned and walked down the alley on the right, following the boy and the other target.
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The HAYLAR and Nemesis were still going at it. HAYLAR had the definite advantage in this battle. Nemesis had been cut in several parts and had a deep gash running down his legs and chest. The big man wasn't happy with this fight. The HAYLAR had been more of a challenge than the calculations had mentioned. This was a problem.

Well, there is part whatever. Hope you're enjoying the story.