TYRANT!

Chapter 2- Forever a Tyrant?

NAME - N/A
ORIGINAL FORM - N/A
AGE - (APPROX.) 17 YRS. 3 MNTHS.
HEIGHT - 9'3"
WEIGHT - 353 LB
GENDER - MALE
BLOOD TYPE - AB POSITIVE
VIRUS ALT. - T-VERONICA
CODE NAME : T-008

DESCRIPTION:
--Hugely Muscled
--Green coloration, scales on epidermis
--hunchbacked, tyrant (Hunter variation)
--Leonardo Dicaprio-esque face :)

Haylen read through the sheet of paper Roberts had scribbled about their new find. "17 years..." she whispered to herself. She put down the paper on Robert's oak desk, and looked at the creature.
Roberts then came in, his small glasses fit neatly on his pudgy little nose. He saw Haylen and smiled slightly. "I see you find this specimen rather interesting." he said, as he walked up closer to Haylen.

Haylen glanced at him, then back at the creature. "Roberts, is there a way this could be a human that came in contact with the virus?" she asked. Roberts rubbed his chin.
"Hmmm... quite possibly. But there is also a possibility of Pigs FLYING Mrs.Haylen." he said slyly. Haylen sniffed in anger. "But...17 years..." she said lightly. Suddenly, they heard a door open and close behind them.

"Aw, c'mon. I didn't take THAT long, did I??" Wilson said, walking in with some fast food. "WILSON! How many times have I told you?? Do not serve lunch here!!!" Roberts yelled. "Well, I--" Wilson started, but Roberts came and took him away for a long talk.
Haylen laughed, and began to eat some of the chicken nuggets Wilson brought. Then, she heard a weak grunt from inside the cage where the tyrant was held. She looked, while still eating her nugget. Steve groaned, and sat up. His head really hurt right now. He shook his head quickly, then looked at himself.

He gasped in terror. He looked at his big clawed hands, his clawed toes, his large green stomach and his big broad shoulders. He looked up, and he saw Haylen. "You're awake..." she said uneasily. She could see the terror on his face.
Steve grunted and stood up, then walked towards Haylen. Haylen jolted, then stepped back.

'A bit gentle for a tyrant... normally he'd come and try to kill me right away...' She thought. Steve stopped right at the bars, and sighed. He motioned his mouth to speak, and soon the words came out. "W-Wherrrre am I?" he grunted.
Haylen gasped. "You-you can talk?? You... Ah, so you WERE human!" she said. Steve looked at her oddly. She wasn't being very much of a help.

"W-What is you name?" she asked, grabbing a pad of paper. Steve sneered. "Answerrr MY question..." he growled. Haylen got a pen. "Answer mine, THEN I'll answer yours." she said. She looked at him. "Deal?" she said with a smile. Steve rolled his eyes.
"My name's Steve...Burnside." he said. Haylen jotted it down. "And... how did you get this way? How did you get to Antarctica??" she asked. Steve looked at her angrily.

Haylen laughed. "I mean, we found you in Antarctica! I mean, how many 17 year olds hang out THERE?" she said. "B-Because I--" he paused, and turned away. He grunted again. "Clairrrrrre..." he said. "What? What is it?" Haylen asked.
There was silence, until she heard the soft noise of crying. "H-hey... don't cry, Steve..." she said. Her heart guiding her actions she went over and unlocked the gate. Then she went in, and stood beside Steve. Steve looked at her, trembling, tears streaming down his face. "Awww... don't be like that..." Haylen said, wiping the tears off his face.

Steve sighed, and whimpered gutturally. 'Why's he acting like this? Hmmm... maybe I should lay off this subject for now...' Haylen thought. Steve stumbled for words to comfort Haylen, he could see the pain she had too.
But all he wanted was to be normal again, be with Claire, keep his promise to her, got his life back on track again... being a tyrant stuck in some lab with a woman who never answers your questions was the LAST thing he wanted.

He sniffled, and stared down at the ground. "Awwww..." Haylen said. She frowned and gave him a hug. Although her arms didn't quite make it all the way around him, it was just as nice. Steve didn't really care what was going on anymore. Right now, he was fearing the future.
Haylen then let him go. "Rrr...Thanks..." Steve groaned. Haylen patted his shoulder. "D-do you want something to eat? Ha ha, the food we feed our specimens isn't... how to say this... good." Haylen laughed.

Steve slowly nodded. "Ok! I'll get you something." Haylen said, and left the cell to get the bag of food Wilson got. Steve turned, and watched her get the food and come back. "Do you want the rest of my chicken nuggets?" she asked, "I couldn't eat another one."
Steve looked at her, took some, then scarfed them down. He was way more hungry than Haylen thought he was. Haylen smirked and exited the cell, and sat on a small office chair out near Roberts' desk. She motioned Steve to come that way with her hand.

Steve glanced at her, grunted, then walked out of the cell as well. "Take a seat...uh..on the floor." she said. Steve grunted, then with a bit of difficulty sat on the floor. "I'll answer your questions later, but just answer me this, how are you feeling?" Haylen asked, as she fixed her ponytail.
Steve looked at the floor. He wished he was dead, or at least have the virus take over his mind again. He sighed and crossed his arms, which were a lot bigger than what he was used to.

"Well?" Haylen asked, a worried look beginning to appear on her face. "Do you feel sick, nauseated, irritation of your epidermis, headaches??" Steve shook his head side to side, then stopped. "Y-Yeah..., a bit of irritation...and I feel--" he replied.
"Bigger, yes? I see. I can tell you're uncomfortable. You really show it." laughed Haylen. Steve gave her a dull look. What was she doing, testing his patience or something? Haylen laughed. "Yes we get that from a lot of our patients."

Steve perked up. "Patients??" he asked. Haylen nodded. "Why yes, allow me to tell you what we do..." she said. She cleared her throat, then began:

"You see, my name is Haylen. Me and two other scientists are in a group called the 'B.O.W Sweeper Group'. You are in one of our lesser labs, iiin a secret location. What we do is go to Umbrella Laboratories (or other places where BOWs can be found), and we scrape up whatever we can find that will help us in our research. Like vaccines and what-not."

Steve stood up. "V-V-Vaccines??" he grunted happily. ""Y-yes," Haylen said nervously, stepping away slowly, then stopping. ",sometimes we run into mutations such as yourself, in which the person still retains their human consciousness, but are still in their mutated state."
"AND!?" Steve said, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Aaand we vaccinate them, returning them to their original form." Steve grunted happily.

"However--" Haylen said sadly, "we cannot vaccinate you..." Steve froze, mouth agape. "WHAT? WHY NOT??" He growled. "You see, you have an infection with the T-Veronica virus. It is such a new type that we can't even begin to work on a vaccine! You're the first T-Veronica virus mutation we've seen!" Haylen replied.
"I--I--" Steve stammered, but he couldn't say anything. His anger now began to build up. He looked away from Haylen, ill-faced. "Steve? What is it?" Haylen asked. With a furious roar, Steve threw Haylen against the wall.

Suddenly, the door burst open. It was Dr.Roberts and Dr.Wilson. "HAYLEN!! What the Hell?" Wilson yelled. Roberts ran to attend to Haylen, while Wilson grabbed a metal clamp to grab Steve's neck with. Haylen groaned in pain, and saw what Wilson was doing. "NO! Wilson, don't do that!!!" she yelled.
In a split second, Wilson got the clamp on Steve's neck. Wilson pulled hard on it, choking Steve. "WILSON!!!" Haylen yelled, as she pushed Roberts out of the way and ran up to Wilson.

Haylen then grabbed the leash from Wilson and slapped him. "What the fuck are you doing, you freak??" she yelled. She turned to Steve and released the clamp. "Oh Steve, are you ok? I COMPLETELY understand why you did that. I'm sorry." she whispered. Steve nodded, and whimpered. Haylen turned to the others.
"Why did you guys do that??" she yelled. "For... your safety." Roberts replied. "But he's a 17 year old kid for crying out loud! I bugged him, so he got mad! FULLY understandable!" Haylen yelled. Wilson, pushed Haylen out of the way, re-clamped Steve and put him in the cell.

"Well, let's put it this way. He's a tyrant, and YOU'RE not. See the difference?" Wilson hissed. "And in any case, we can't be certain. The T-Veronica virus is an unknown variation. It could have the capabilities of making their BOWs smarter--er, more intelligent." Roberts said. Wilson nodded while taking out a hamburger out of its container. "You never know." he said, taking a big bite.
"Now come along Haylen, to the lunch room, hmm?" Roberts said, as he and Wilson left. Haylen sighed angrily and turned to Steve. "Sorry." she whispered.