Well, well, well, a new character introduced in this little
segment. I'm sure it will have most of you wide-eyed. Legal Disclaimer, we
don't own it, don't sue us.
Nemesis walked
over to the sidewalk and ripped out a light post. Holding the thing by the end
he swung it like a baseball player would a bat. A loud clang sounded as the
post collided with the HAYLAR's head. The HAYLAR was sent flying and smashed into
a cement truck. The rear of the truck was bent downward and some cement began
to pour on the HAYLAR. Instinctively the HAYLAR jumped out and charged Nemesis.
Nemesis swung the pole again and this time the HAYLAR ducked, but kept his
claws up. The pole was cut in half and the end of it clanged off of the ground.
Nemesis was not too pleased.
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The same man in the lab coat watched the battle rage on. Oddly enough, he was
smiling through it all.
"You ARE
advanced. A nice little toy, but we will have you in our clutches by the time
it all ends," he said to himself.
The thought of
sending in another Nemesis had crossed his mind, but he had decided against it.
He'd like to see if one could take it out.
"The only
question is, what virus was used to create it. It sure doesn't look like a T
creation, nor a G. Even more disturbing is who posses this virus..." the
man sighed; it would be a long night.
Eric and Tom
sprinted down the alleyway, Tom keeping up surprisingly well for a young boy
his age, Tom decided. After all, they...
CRASH! Mr. X appeared in the
alley behind them, running after them, though it was losing ground in a hurry.
"Run
faster!" It was hard for Eric to shout in between panting and screaming,
but he did it anyway.
"Come here
you son of a bitch!" Joshua's voice blasted across the alley. They didn't
turn around, but they heard a massive CLAANNGGG and heard Mr. X's
footsteps stop in a hurry.
They slowed to
a stop. Mr. X stood about forty yards behind them, his head bloody. There was a
shot...then another one. And another. And another. There was a total of
seventeen shots, and Mr. X did nothing. It simply stood there.
"The
hell...?" Tom was confused. Also, he had to fight a sudden urge to go beat
that thing to death...to go smash it to bits.
Good lord,
Tom, what's wrong with you? His brain rebuked him for the thought.
Suddenly, Mr. X
spun around faster than Tom thought something could move. It grabbed Joshua,
who dropped his empty Glock in utter shock. Joshua was lifed no less than ten
feet in the air. Mr. X's face remained expressionless, though Josh thought he
saw a flicker of pleasure in that head of his, as he prepared to slam his
helpess prey into the building.
Eric unslung
the weapons, but they were empty, and he knew that he wouldn't have enough time
to reload. But he had to try...
Then, something
startling happened...something that was very odd to them all.
Mr. X's face
exploded in a cloud of red, much of it splattering on the building next to
them. Joshua fell, but recovered quickly.
Joshua looked
over to thank Eric, but saw neither of them holding a loaded gun. In fact, they
looked far more surprised than he did.
Who the hell
was that? Oh, another squad! He was happy. He looked around but saw nobody. Huh?
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The man smiled
to himself as he put the Remington M700 AWR over his shoulder. He looked down
over the edge of the roof. It was a whole twenty stories up, but that
translated into less than a hundred yards, and the man could have been as
accurate at six times that...
Still, he saw,
he wondered if he'd given away his position. The dum-dum rounds he'd loaded
into the rifle had caused quite a mess.
Huh. Well,
that's too bad, he thought to himself. He turned to leave, and saw over half a
dozen zombies pouring through the door to the roof.
He couldn't
help but groan. He unslung his Calico M-950 sub-machine gun and aimed it at the
creatures. He didn't like to use ammo up like this, but he had no real choice.
With that, he
opened fire, wondering what the three down below would do if they heard the
shots.
The three were
still surprised at what had occurred. Suddenly Joshua realized their situation.
"Let's get
the hell out of here and quick."
He received no
argument from either Tom or Eric. They ran out of the alleyway and into a main
street. They looked around quickly. Down the street to their left was about
seven zombies roaming around aimlessly. To their right was clear for the most
part.
"We need
to find someplace to lay low for a while. We need some food and water as
well," stated Eric.
"Yeah I
know that. First we need a ride though," Joshua replied.
The trio was
close to having absolutely no ammunition left. They had one clip for the MP-5N,
a clip each for their side arms and two clips left for the M-16. The situation
was looking grim.
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The HAYLAR stood back up after the numerous blows Nemesis had given it. Nemesis
wasn't looking too good. He was missing a huge chunk out of his right side,
which was bleeding profusely. Numerous gashes and cuts were all over his body
and he was beginning to ware down.
It seemed like
the HAYLAR was pissed. It shrieked out into the air with ear piercing frequency.
It outstretched its arms and the claws became twice their size. Nemesis looked
on with fatigue setting in on him.
For what would
be the last time, the HAYLAR charged in on Nemesis and dodged a blow. It came
up quick from behind and with one quick swipe from its talons, Nemesis had been
decapitated. The head rolled along the ground and the body fell to the ground
with a loud thump. Blood was spilling everywhere. The Nemesis had been
defeated.
Suddenly the
HAYLAR spotted a target about two blocks down. The thing was slumped over and
it was clutching something in its' hand. The HAYLAR recognized it from earlier.
Quickly it ran at its new prey.
Scott held the
frag grenade tightly in his hand. It was probably only a matter of minutes
before he'd mutate into a zombie. He had finally made it to his feet just to
see the Nemesis decapitated. The HAYLAR was charging at him. He reached over
with his other hand and yanked on the pin. Just as he did he felt the HAYLAR's
claw impale him and hoist him into the air. He looked down at it and it
screamed. Scott smiled weakly and dropped the grenade into its mouth.
Instinctively the HAYLAR bit down...
5 MINUTES
LATER...
Scott grumbled
something angrily as he ran down the street, gibberish to which even he didn't know
the meaning. He toted the Saiga 12 semi-automatic shotgun over his shoulder, as
he did not need it for the moment. HAYLAR, Nemesis, and Tyrant-100 specimen had
to have cleared out all the zombies, for there were several mutilated corpses
along the street.
He was better
now, much better. He had not planned on getting bitten, but fortunately the
vaccine worked amazingly fast. In several minutes, the virus had regressed and
he had been almost normal again. The only hitch to it was that his contact on
the roof had almost shot him.
He grumbled to
himself. That trigger-happy bastard nearly mowed him down as he stumbled onto
the roof. Scott had to duck the hail of bullets that had come through the wall,
and then he was nearly dead, until his contact walked up. He'd given Scott the
injection, and within a few minutes, he got back up and was ready to fight
again.
He was still a
big dizzy, dulling his reflexes and marksmanship considerably, but he could
manage. After all, I wouldn't want to end up like one of THEM.
He was pissed.
On top of HAYLAR, now he had to deal with Mr. X and Nemesis. Wasn't that a fun
job?
He'd been sent
to kill the little shit that Joshua Edwards and Scott Valdian were toting
along. He was certain Mr. X had been too.
But why the
hell is G-6650...no, G-6671...hell, Nemesis here? To kill HAYLAR?
Scott smiled to
himself. He would be there to laugh when Nemesis got his ass kicked. The
massive corpse he'd left in the street was invincible...it wouldn't die from
anything short of a nuclear explosion. It would have killed him, though, so he
had to put it down.
He had himself
a little deal with BioRout...a big deal. A deal that was paying him a square
five million dollars for this mission.
He smiled as he
passed a parked Suburban. He looked inside. Seeing no little red light, he
rammed the stock of the Saiga through the driver's side window. He then
unlocked the car and got in. In not fifteen seconds, he had started the car and
broken the steering lock. He laughed gleefully. It was odd how BioRout knew
what was going to happen...or they at least prepared for it. They taught him
how to hotwire cars, which was quite evident, among other things.
As he took off,
he noticed something. It seemed that the prick "Thomas Robert Kinson"
was wanted dead by Umbrella too.
His mouth
twisted into a grin. He didn't know why he was wanted dead by either company.
All he cared about was the thing known as Mr. X wanted to kill the target too.
Scott laughed
out loud as he roared through an empty intersection. Five million dollars for
killing somebody who somebody else is trying to kill? Piece of cake. In fact,
all he had to do was to make the boy dead before he "gestated" (Scott
had no idea what that meant). Scott himself actually didn't have to kill him.
He smiled to
himself. This was a good day. Oh, yes, a very good day.
Ooh! This
car has a CD changer! Let's see what is on there...
Joshua and Eric
spotted a van and ran towards it, with Tom not far behind. Joshua smashed open
the window and hopped into the drivers' seat.
"Damn,
does nobody in this town take their keys with them?" he asked as he
started the van up.
"Hey,
don't complain," said Eric as he sat the SPAS-12 in his lap.
Joshua nodded
and continued driving. He looked in the mirror to see Tom asleep. Then he
turned his attention to the road ahead and saw a small convenience store. He
pulled over and parked it so that the end of the van was facing the entrance to
the store. The two popped out of the van and Eric opened the doors while Joshua
opened the back of the van up. They ran inside and immediately began throwing
assorted food and soda into the back of the van. Joshua's watched began beeping
and they ran out of the store, closing up the back of the van. Joshua quickly
pulled out and continued on their way. Joshua for what seemed like the first
time in hours took off his gas mask and dropped it on the floor.
"Hey, can
you get me some soda?" he asked Eric.
Eric nodded and
hopped over the seats and into the back. "What kind?" Eric asked
back.
"The one
with the most caffeine," he said sharply.
"Heads
up!" yelled Eric as he tossed a Pepsi to the front.
Joshua caught
it in one hand and propped his knees up onto the steering wheel. He undid the
cap and took the steering wheel again, chugging the soda. Eric sat back down
with some kind of chips and water.
"You know
you shouldn't take too much caffeine. The guide says that..." Eric said
before he was cut off.
"Fuck the
guide! I don't know how much time I've got left, but I'm sure as hell going out
the way I want to," Joshua replied.
He failed to
notice the zombie in the middle of the road, that is, until he rammed the
thing. Half of its body went under and the other half was on the hood of the
car. Frightened, Joshua swerved the car.
"Kill that
thing!" he yelled as he regained control.
Eric grabbed
the M-16 and poked his head out the window. He hefted the gun out and pointed
it at merely inches away from the zombies' cranium.
"Die
bitch!" he yelled as he shot the thing.
"Shit!"
yelled Joshua as he turned on the windshield wipers.
Eric sat back
down on his seat and continued to eat some more chips and suck down the water.
They rode in quiet for a while until they heard something coming from Tom. It
was a low rumbling sound.
"Probably
just an empty stomach," Joshua said trying to find a logical reasoning for
it.
"Yeah,
you're probably right," said Eric.
Tom began
shaking in the seat unnoticed to the two others.
Tom twitched.
He didn't know what was happening. He had absolutely no idea about anything at
all, actually. He was deeply frightened. His color vision was gone, now his
hearing was distorted. Also, he was having a stronger tolerance to pain all of
a sudden...he knew that in the alley there was absolutely no way he could have
normally run that fast...
He had no idea
what was going on, but his stomach hurt like hell. His chest did too, but to a
lesser extent.
He didn't feel
himself shaking. He did not know what happened to him...
I...must...get...out...of...
And with that,
he promptly lost consciousness.
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Sniper stared
off the roof. What the hell is that thing? He saw a massive thing that
was huge, bleeding, and wearing a black trench coat. He knew it was either Mr.
X or the Nemesis, but he didn't dare snipe to, lest he miss. After all, the
thing carried a rocket launcher.
The thing...Nemesis...he
decided, lumbered down the street muttering something about "Stars."
Sniper didn't know why he did that, but he really didn't care a whole lot. What
he saw was a pair of headlights down another street, one that Nemesis had not
been down.
His binoculars
were destroyed by a zombie attack, where he'd left them on the ground stupidly
enough. He couldn't see what the car down the street was. It was some kind of
truck...no, it was either a van or SUV.
He pulled out
his sniper rifle and looked through the scope. Hmm...a Suburban, dark blue,
late model Chevrolet... He then had a troublesome thought. Who's
driving?
He readied his
rifle to put a hole in the driver's head, as he was ordered to do, but then saw
it was his contact again. He lowered the rifle, but couldn't help but think why
he didn't turn down that god-awful racket...
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Scott had a
Limp Bizkit song on that was nearly hurting his ears. He laughed giddily. He
knew he shouldn't make noise, but he was still a kid at heart. And, he didn't
have to worry about noise laws.
He looked
around. There was nobody there. How odd. Usually there were one or two zombies
around, as his grille clearly showed, but not now...
Suddenly, he
heard what looked like the patter of little feet. However, this was over the
sound of the engine and the radio. He pressed a button and the radio went off.
He looked behind him and saw what could only be described as
"Lizard-Man." He nearly had a heart attack when he remembered what
they were.
The
121s...the damned Hunters are here too?
The Hunter was
gaining ground on his car. It was only fifty yards behind and closing in fast,
even though he was going over eighty miles per hour.
He leaned out
his window for a clean shot, but got none. The darn Hunter was too far to the
right side.
He fired
through the back window of the car, slowing the Hunter considerably. However,
it got back as fast as ever...
...and flew
back as the 7mm Remington Magnum cartridge hit it square in its sorry excuse
for a face.
He smiled. Wow,
he is a real good shot./.
He drove along
happily; blissfully unaware that he would be dead in less than six hours.
The van pulled
up to the parking garage and glided into the lot. The car was parked in the far
of the lot and out stepped two men in black gear. There was a child in the back
seat, but he wasn't moving.
Joshua and Eric
stumbled out of the van with their weapons raised. Joshua was carrying the
MP-5N and a Glock strapped to his leg and Eric the M-15 with the SPAS strapped
to his back. Joshua spotted a police station close by and figured it would be
good to stock up on weaponry.
They ran across
the street, leaving Tom back in the van. They ran up and busted down the door.
The station was only one story tall, probably having a basement. Eric
immediately raised the M-16 and put a bullet through the zombie's head that was
behind the counter. Joshua jumped left and looked down the hallway as he rained
down with lead on the three zombies. Their bodies dropped.
The two
continued on throughout the station until they found the armory. It would take
some time to figure out the pass code to enter. A steel enforced door with a
control panel on the side was the only thing that stood between them and a shit
load of guns and ammo. They could only hope Tom would be okay in the van by
himself.
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Scott drove down the street with the stereos blasting. He didn't really know
where to look, but he didn't really care. As long as the job got done in time.
With Mr. X helping him out, he decided he could relax for a while. He saw the
Nemesis go down, but it wouldn't be long before the damn thing mutated and was
back on its' feet. Right now though, he didn't really care.
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The sniper ran a hand through his loose hair. His eyes scanned the area for a
while. His gaze always lingered on the Nemesis walking down the street.
It might be
worth a shot...that is, if I hit it the sniper thought to himself.
Quickly he
decided against it and packed up his rifle. He took out his Desert Eagle and
headed for the door to the stairs. Flinging open the door, he blasted a zombie
and its' brains splattered everywhere. It didn't bother him though, he had
gotten used to it. Especially working for a company that produced the damn
things.
Why the hell
does Scott get to have all the fun? It's just not fair damn it, he thought with a smirk
on his face.
He continued
his way down, not encountering another zombie on the way down. Walking out of
the building he looked around to make sure 'ol Nemmy wasn't around. Satisfied
that he wasn't, the sniper headed toward his car. He threw the case into the
back of his jeep and hopped over the welded door. He took out his pair of
thin-rimmed sunglasses, even considering that it was night out. Sliding them
onto his nose he started his jeep. The jeep purred like a cat. He had kept good
care of it even after the excursion he had experienced.
Well, it wasn't
the original one, but he had it made as close as it got to the one he lost in
Raccoon City. The damn town had been nuked along with his jeep thanks to those
bastards at Umbrella. And to think, he even accepted a job from them afterward.
Out of everything that had happened to him, he wasn't sour at all, the five
million he received made up for it. The wind flowed through his red hair and it
felt good running over his face. His new job was stressful and now because he
worked for BioRout, he could appreciate the things normal people took for
granted. So, with a smirk on his face, Leon Scott Kennedy silently thought to
himself,
BioRout sure pays a helluva lot more than
Umbrella.