A/N: Hello again. I hope the last chapter was more interesting than the last few. It actually had some monsters in it! Finally we're getting back to what this fic was originally about: action... And gore. ^_^

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GUNDAM EVIL 2 [chapter 8]

By the bravura SSJ_Bardock

            Trowa glanced about the hallway, Midii standing a few paces behind him. The zombie lay in a heap, a few meters away, and a small puddle of blood forming around its head. When his eyes darted around again, they finally settled on a single brown door. It was a plainly painted wooden door with a single brass handle sticking out. There was a small black plague on the door with the engraved name "James Woodward" on it. It seemed important enough, so Trowa walked toward it.

            Once he reached the zombie's corpse, he nimbly jumped over the puddle of blood, not wanting to dirty his white sneakers. As he neared the door, he brought his gun up and pressed it flatly against his chest. With one hand he reached for the door handle, the other clutched the gun. Then he glanced back at Midii and nodded at her, signaling for her to come over. Midii gave a brief nod, herself, and began her own walk over.

            She stopped short though, having not moved forward once she neared the decaying carcass that was lying on the floor. Pausing for a moment, she glanced downward at it and then back up at Trowa; a hesitant look on her features. Trowa simply showed his impatience with an ice-cold glare that would rival Heero Yuy's. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but stopped and again looked at the zombie.

            "It's dead… or undead… or whatever the hell undead things do when they die. Just get over here. It won't hurt you, I promise."

            Those last few words must have struck a cord in Midii, for she started forward for a second time. This time she walked all the way past, a bit faster than she normally walked, but it was progress. Eventually, she might get used to the zombies like he had and handle such small matters as these with a little extra grace and assurance. But for right now, she did all he could ask of her, try to cope.

            "Alright, I'm going to bust through this door. If there's anything you see that I don't, shoot it. Where?" he asked.

            "In the head."

            Trowa nodded and gripped the shiny door handle. In a flash, the door was open and Trowa was on one knee, gun pointed, scanning the room. Much to Midii's relief, there was nothing inside the office that was undead and moving. With a sigh, she lowered her Glocks and glanced down both ends of the hallway again. Meanwhile, Trowa walked forward.

            The room appeared to be a normal office. A desk was in the center, various papers scattered across it, while a single lamp sat on the corner. A red plush chair sat behind the desk, its owner nowhere to be found. In the far left corner sat a single metal file cabinet, two of the drawers opened, various folders sticking out this way and that. It was your basic office.

            Midii, bored with the office's furnishings, began to slowly walk towards the end of the hallway. Being cautious, she peered around the corner. Down this end of the hallway, stretched an even longer hallway. Various doors lined the walls, holding offices and who knows what else, within. She began to walk down that hallway when she thought she heard some rushed movement coming from behind her. Quickly spinning around, she looked back, to see only an empty hallway (plus one zombie corpse), but the sound of a crash brought her attention back.

            "Oh no! Trowa!" she yelled as she sped back to the office where she had left Trowa.

            When she turned into the office, her eye's widened in shock. On the floor, was Trowa… Trowa pinned under a hungry zombie. Panicking, Midii brought up her Glocks and fired off four shots at the creature of evil. The first two flew past the zombie and into the wall. The third bullet impacted itself into the zombie's shoulder, throwing it off balance. The fourth bullet managed to hit the zombie straight in the cranium. There was a brief pause when the bullet passed through its skull, and then it ended when the zombie collapsed on top of a shaky Trowa Barton.

            Trowa immediately pushed the zombie off and jumped to his feet. Slowly he reached down for his discarded duffel bag and turned to Midii, an expression of hatred on his face. If looks could kill, Midii would've been at a funeral home already.

            "Where the hell were you?" he asked, between clenched teeth.

            "I was just— " she tried to explain.

            "Not doing what you were told to! You should've been here watching my back! I could've died because of you!"

            Midii said nothing, but just stared at the floor. She felt horrible for what she did. To think that she could've caused his death was a frightening thought for her. She stood there for a while, waiting for anything to happen. When nothing happened, she slowly brought her eyes up to look at Trowa.

            Trowa was standing there, staring right through her. His eyes were narrowed, his nostrils flaring, fists clenched, and his mouth shut tighter than a pickle jar. Finally, he looked away from her and picked up his duffel bag. Picking up his shotgun, he slung the bag over his shoulder and started for the door. He walked up to Midii, who was standing in the doorway.

            "Get out of my way."

            Midii said nothing and stepped aside. Trowa walked past and started down the hallway. Quickly, Midii began to follow her 'partner' in this escapade. The only sound made was the clicking of shoes on the floor and the metallic sound made whenever Trowa readjusted his grip on the 12 gauge. Midii knew that the next few hours or minutes, depending on how long it took them, were going to be hell if she didn't smooth things over between herself and Trowa.

            "Trowa—"

            "Shut up. I don't want to hear it."

            Midii sighed slightly and frowned. Things were not going to be pleasant to say the least.

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            Heero sat in the same chair watching the same screen with the same look on his face. Duo meanwhile was leaning up against the far wall, duffel bag off to the side and his black hat brought down over his eyes. The self-proclaimed 'Shinigami' was trying to get a little rest. The two were an exciting pair to watch… Okay, so they're downright boring right now.

            The pilot of the Wing ZERO was getting bored as well, but he'd never admit that. So far, nothing had really happened. Sure, Midii had almost gotten Trowa killed, but that was five minutes ago. Heero's attention span dwindled if he didn't have a Gundam to repair or battle to participate in. That was in his mind, his own flaw, which he'd never let anyone else know of. At last he decided to do something else besides watch them.

            Bringing up another window on the computer, he began to type in some buttons. Duo, hearing the noise, brought his hat up and watched with a bit of interest. Walking away from the wall, he came up behind Heero and looked over the other pilot's shoulder.

            "You're checking your E-Mail? Now?" Duo asked.

            Heero said nothing and continued to look through the messages. He stopped short when he saw the next message.

            "Quatre? What does he want?" Duo asked.

            Heero shrugged and clicked on the message. At the bottom, one video was attached. Scrolling back up, he read the message. Duo read it as well, albeit a bit slower than Heero, but he got the message.

            "A message from Wufei?" Duo asked in disbelief. "But wasn't he the one who said computers were a waste of time?"

            "Then it must be something important, now shut up."

            Duo raised his hands in defeat and stepped backward. The reason for Quatre sending the E-Mail was that Quatre mad sure that everyone knew his, in case of any crisis that should arise. Quatre also knew of all the other's E-Mail addresses, with the exception of Wufei, who didn't believe in using computers. Duo, watching the screen, listened closely as the message played. Sure enough, when it started, there was Wufei, a scowl on his face.

            "Hello Yuy. I don't have much time, so I'll make this quick…"

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            Trowa walked down the hallway, Midii close behind him. The scuffing of shoes and the clinking of metal was the only thing that would signify that anyone was in there. But then that changed when Midii spoke.

            "Trowa, I know you're upset," she said quickly, "and I'm sorry for what I did. But at least talk to me!"

            A quick flutter of emotion came over him, but only for the briefest of instances.

            "Fine. Be that way then," Midii said.

            The two continued on until they came to a large door. It was metal plated, with large bold letters spelling out "Warning" to all. There was a single handle on the left side of it and a control panel next to it. Trowa glanced back at Midii and motioned at the panel. Midii sighed in response and trudged over to it. Running her fingers over the buttons, there was a ting that signified it was opened.

            Trowa reached over and grabbed onto the handle. Sliding the door open, the two peered inside to see yet another hallway. Quickly, after spotting what was inside the hallway, Trowa slammed the door shut with an audible crash. Turning to Midii, he calmed himself. Midii on the other hand, was frightened.

            "What… was… that?" she asked.

            Trowa leaned up against the wall, standing a respectable distance away from the door and said, "That," but was cut off as a loud thump came from the door. The creature on the other side was obviously trying to break out and get at them. "That," he restated, "was one of the things that messed Heero up."

            Midii stared at him and then glanced back at the door, where a few more crashes could be heard. "Can that door hold it?" she asked.

            Trowa looked at her and then back at the door, "Oh, I'd say for about two minutes. Then the door will either collapse, or the creature will plow through it."

            His female counterpart gulped slightly in fear, and then began to back up. Aiming both Glocks at the door, she waited. A few more crashes could be heard and the door's frame started to budge. Now was the time that Trowa walked up to where Midii was.

            "Those Glocks won't stop it."

            As soon as he said that, he put his hands on Midii's Glocks and pointed them downward. "Put them away. You need to conserve ammunition."

            Midii looked up at him, for a brief moment a look of shock came over her, which was quickly replaced by resentment. "What? All of a sudden you care about what happens to me?"

            Trowa visibly frowned, "I'm merely making sure you make it through this. You have the codes I need. So, unless you want to give the codes to me, I have to make sure you live."

            "So that's why. No wonder," Midii stated bitterly.

            A loud crash sounded from the door. Both Trowa and Midii glanced toward the door, which was now holding onto the frame by a thread. One more push and that door would be gone. Trowa raised his shotgun toward the door and waited. The next few seconds of waiting seemed like an eternity.

            Finally one last loud crash was made, and the monster broke through with an audible shriek. Its momentum was used against it though as it fell to the floor face first, skidding down the hallway a short portion. Quickly it got to its feet, but that wasn't quick enough, for Trowa pulled back on the trigger and blasted the creature of Hell. The loud crack of the shotgun was deafening in the small hallway, forcing Midii to cover her ears.

            The monster took the blast in the chest and fell backward onto the cold floor. Blood ran down its chest from where the bullets had impacted. Silence was now dominant in the enclosed space. Trowa waited for the thing to show any signs of life. He wasn't sure how much it took to kill these creatures, but they were obviously a lot tougher than zombies. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins as his chest expanded with his breathing.

            Suddenly the creature jumped to its feet, giving off a terrifying shriek that would scare even the best of men. Before Trowa had time to react, the creature jumped through the air toward him. But Trowa's reaction time wasn't slow as he gripped the shotgun and did a forward roll under the creature as it passed overhead. Quickly Trowa spun around to see the thing just land, a bit too close to Midii for his tastes. Bringing the shotgun up he yelled out.

            "Down!" he yelled.

            Midii got the idea as she hit the deck. The creature spun around, just to catch another shotgun blast in the face. Crimson red blood splattered everywhere, coating the once immaculate hallway. The creature's body fell to the ground again, but this time headless. Trowa rose to his feet slowly and glanced over at Midii.

            "Are you injured?"

            Midii got to her feet and brushed herself off, "No, I'm fine. Nice shooting."

            Trowa didn't acknowledge the compliment and started toward the broken down door. Midii quickly jogged to get up to him and began walking once again when she was at his side. The creature was dead; there was no disputing that. Trowa didn't care how tough it was, without at least a portion of a brain, the body wouldn't be able to function. That threat was over for now.

            Once they passed the broken doorway, they continued on. As they walked, Trowa finally spotted the staircase and walked toward it, Midii in tow. The door stood out from the rest of the hallway. It was a plain wooden door, gray in color and bold red letters printed across it, telling all that it was fire stairwell. A single bronze door handle sat at midsection level and Trowa's hand found it.

            Turning the knob, Trowa pushed open the door to reveal an ordinary staircase. Metal steps wound around the stairwell, a single metal banister being the only thing separating people from falling. Trowa stepped out onto the stairs and the loud clang of his foot touching down echoed throughout the stairwell. Stopping in mid-walk, Trowa looked up and down scanning the interior before he began his march downward. Midii, even if hesitantly, followed him down, keeping her guns at hand.

            As the two reached the next floor, Trowa paused, looking at something below. Midii scrunched her eyebrows in question and then followed his gaze. In the left corner below them, was a single zombie wearing a lab coat. The creature was looking up at Trowa; its jaw hung loose and zombie-like drool poured out of the corners of its mouth. It raised its hands toward him and gave out a moan of pure hunger. 

            "Shoot it. In the head this time," Trowa said, not bothering to look at Midii.

            Midii would normally protest, but glancing at Trowa she decided not to. Raising one of her Glocks, she aimed at the zombie's head and pulled back on the smooth metal trigger. It only took one shot for the zombie to go back to being dead, for Midii had nailed it squarely in the forehead. The zombie's body stumbled backward and then swung over the rail and fell deep into the depths of the stairwell. A few seconds later, the sickening sound of its body hitting something sounded.

            The two continued down the staircase until they came to the floor they were heading for. Trowa pushed open the door and walked through, Midii following close behind. The floor they entered was the usual one for an Umbrella laboratory. A dull white hallway, immaculate as a hospital's greeted them. So with no apparent threat, Trowa and Midii started forward. The clicking of their shoes rang throughout the hallway.

            "Do you know the way to the main control center?" Midii asked, glancing around.

            "No… But it shouldn't be too hard to find," Trowa answered casually.

            Midii shook her head and sighed. Folding her arms, she walked alongside the normally stoic Gundam pilot, not really thinking about anything.  The two walked along, turning corners, going through doors and encountering a zombie here and there. It seemed like forever until Trowa found the main control room, but in reality it wasn't.

            "Finally here. Do your thing," Trowa said to Midii, motioning her over to the access code panel.

            Midii walked up to it and glanced over at him. For a moment, she just stared at him, and he just stared right back. It was Midii who broke eye contact as she looked down at the panel to put the code in. A few beeps later and the door unlocked. The twin doors slid apart from each other, letting the two through. They both walked through, and stopped dead in their tracks when they saw someone at the control panel.

            It appeared to be a man from where they were standing. He was wearing black pants, a black shirt, and black gloves. The hair atop his head was a blonde color, standing up slightly from his head. His fingers were moving across a panel at lightning speeds and a beep signified that he was done. A single disk came out of the computer and he took it and put it away in one of his pockets. The man turned around and Midii gasped.

            A pair of black sunglasses hid the face staring back at them. His blonde hair was combed back and his expression neutral.

            "I knew I had guests. Now who are you?" the man asked.

            Midii's face was in an emotion of shock, which quickly came back to her ice-cold glare.

            "You first," said Trowa, raising his shotgun.

            The man grinned evilly at the pair as his hands rose up to his face. Leaning his head downward, he took his sunglasses off and folded them up, putting them into a pocket in his shirt. Raising his head, he looked at the two with red, reptile-like eyes. Trowa's eyes went wide in shock and confusion, but he quickly regained his composure and went to grip his shotgun tighter… when he noticed he didn't have it anymore. Looking over at the man, he noticed that the man clutched it in his left hand.

            "Guns are such pithy things," he said.

            Keeping the gun in his left hand, he looked back up at Trowa and grinned. The sound of the barrel snapping in two rang out in the room. Trowa's eyes went wide again, as did Midii's. The gun dropped to the floor in two pieces, with a loud clank. Trowa looked down at it in complete denial. It couldn't be true! He'd broken the gun with minimal effort! That guy was some kind of creature.

            "What are you?!" Trowa demanded.

            "What am I?" the man asked as he put his shades back on. "I am just like you, a human being. But then again, I'm completely different."

            "I know who you are," Midii said, staring at the man.

            The man turned to her and arched an eyebrow, "Then you know how dangerous I am."

            Midii nodded, but Trowa looked back and forth between the two, "Who is he?"

            Midii went to answer but she was cut off as the man picked her up by her throat and slammed her against the wall, all in the blink of an eye. Midii gave out a slight gasp of pain before falling to the floor motionless. Trowa barely had time to register what was happening before he felt a punch connect with his jaw, with tremendous force. The power behind that punch was enough to send him sailing through the air and crashing into a far computer consol. He had been tossed through the air like a child discards a rag doll.

Sparks and debris flew everywhere. The sound of Trowa's body imbedding itself within the console could be distinctly heard. As Trowa lay among the scrap heap, he clutched his ribs tightly. A small trickle of blood rolled down the corner of his mouth. No doubt he had internal injuries. But as he looked over at the man, his eyes gazed down at the floor. There was Midii, lying unconscious with a small trail of blood marring the wall.

Trowa didn't know what exactly was going on through his mind the next moment, but rational thought ceased to exist. His mind was now on autopilot and his body found its second wind. Staggering to his feet, he snarled at the man, who watched him carefully. The man's head cocked to the side as if pondering something. Then an evil smirk crossed his features.

"You kids these days. You just don't know when to quit. Oh well, more fun for me, eh?"

"Damn you," Trowa spat.

The man shook his head back in forth, mocking Trowa, "Such language. You should show more respect for your elders."

Trowa was about to spit out another snide remark, when he found all his breath had left him. The man's knee was now imbedded in Trowa's chest. More blood spilled out of the Gundam pilot 03's mouth. Trowa then fell to the floor as the man pushed him to the floor.

"Who… Who are you?" Trowa managed to choke out.

"Is it that important to you?"

"…Y-yes."

"Fine. Not like it matters anyway. My name is Albert Wesker."

"Wesker," Trowa repeated.

"Yes. Now it won't matter really. You'll be dead in a few moments anyway—" Wesker was cut off by soft chuckling.  Trowa was laughing slightly, his eyes scrunched together in obvious pain. "What's so funny, boy?"

"I won't be the only one."

Wesker arched an eyebrow, "What?" he asked as he looked down at the fallen boy. Trowa was now holding a gun in his right hand. It was obvious that the young child had been hiding it for some time now. It was strange though; the boy wasn't pointing the gun at him. Trowa was pointing the gun at something behind him. Wesker followed his gaze and when he saw what Trowa was pointing at, he frowned.

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