TYRANT!

Chapter 6- Traitors

Haylen yawned as her and Steve were on their way to the 'Health Room', which was where she was going to do what usual doctors do on checkups. She smirked as she tugged playfully on his leash. "Steve, it feels like you're my big dog or something." she laughed. Steve smirked back at her.
Haylen opened the large door to the room, and went inside. Steve followed. She led him to a somewhat small office, with a large metal bench in the middle. It was just like a doctor's office. Tongue depressors, height measurers, weight scales, stethoscopes... just like the doctor's office.

Haylen undid Steve's leash and collar, and smiled with a faint "Hmmm." Steve watched her hang up the leash. "So... what're you g-going to do?" he asked. "First," she said "I thought that you might want to check yourself out in a mirror. You know.... since you haven't for quite a while..." Steve shrugged. It didn't really matter to him.
"Do you ... want to?" Haylen asked. "I-It doesn't matter." Steve groaned. "Ok." Haylen replied. She cleared her throat, then left, and came back with a large mirror, turned away from Steve. "I'm telling you this now, Steve. You might not like what you see." She sighed.
Steve shrugged again. "How bad can it beee?" he grumbled. Haylen sighed, then turned over the mirror to face Steve. He gasped loud and gutterally, walking up to his reflection. It was a lot worse than he thought it would've been.

"T-Tha...Tha...That's me?" he growled. "Yup." Haylen said. She was really trying to hide her emotions, as this was getting pretty hard for her. Steve whimpered, mouth agape as he stared at himself. He had some ideas of what he looked like, but he didn't expect to look like this. "M-My head...a -and...my......" he said, as he continued to look. "Y'you're not too bad though!" Haylen said. Steve then turned to the side.
"AAAHHH... My-My back! A-And..I...augh...." he continued. "Steve, you're not as bad as most of the patients I had." she laughed. "My head is s-so small..." he growled. He continued to look in disbelief. 'Oh man, no wonder Claire was so terrified of me. I could terrify myself!" Steve thought.

"Well? What do you think?" Haylen asked, getting ready to put the mirror away. Steve's face was in disgust as he prodded and pressed on his ass. "Is this... natural?" he growled. Haylen smiled at him. "Yes, it's natural. Those fatty deposits are used to send enough energy to the muscles. That's a common trait for Hunter Tyrants." she said, as she put the mirror against the office wall.
Steve still looked at her. "How can you not believe me? I'm a pro when it comes to hunters! Here, I'll show you." she said. Haylen went into one of the drawers, and took out a B.O.W anatomy booklet. She turned to a section on hunters, and handed the book to Steve.

Steve took it, and examined the photos. "See?" Haylen said, pointing at the pictures. "See? Look. He has one, and she does... see? It's natural for hunters! Don't worry about it!" Steve grunted. "Now, let's stop talking about your ass, and get to work." she said, putting the book away, and giggling.
"Now Steve, can you stand up as straight as you can for me, please?" Haylen asked. Steve stretched his back upwards, standing as straight (or as much as he could). Haylen raised the measurement bar until it got to his hump (since part of it rose over his head).
She read the measurement on the screen below, and wrote it in a report. "Ok. Now stand normally... be relaxed." she ordered. Steve then lowered his back and stood 'normally'. Haylen lowered the bar, glanced at the screen, then wrote in her report again.

"Very good!" she said, "Roberts made a mistake in measuring you though... but I'll get that cleared up." Steve rolled his eyes. "Mm..Hmmm." he growled. Haylen patted his hump. "OK, now can you step onto this scale please?" she said, pulling out a... scale. Steve sighed, and stepped on the scale.
Haylen messed around with some of the measurement weights. "Hmmm...351..." she said. Steve looked at her wide-eyed. "WHAT!?" he said in complete disbelief. Haylen smiled at him. "What? Don't worry, that's a good weight!" she patted his belly. "You're a slim jim you are... that's very good." she laughed as she returned to writing in her report. Steve rolled his eyes again.

"OK, now for your eyesight." Haylen said, taking a weird looking VR set off the counter. "Put this on. It'll tell me your eyesight when you were human, and your present eyesight." she said. Steve looked at her oddly. 'What a load of crap.' he thought angrily to himself. He sighed, then took the headset and put it on. He saw nothing, only black. He moved his head around to look, but he still saw nothing.
He grunted angrily. "No good, its busted." he said. "Really? Well, I'm done now. You can take it off." she said. Steve took off the set with some difficulty, gave it back to Haylen, then rubbed his eyes. "Huh?" he said. Haylen smirked. "According to its data..." she said, "your eyes are much worse as a tyrant. Normally you could see someone's face perfectly clearly 8 feet way, but as a tyrant you can just barely make it out at all."

"Of course, you never noticed that because you were knocked out for so long when we found you." she replied. Steve pouted, then Haylen went up to him and messed his greyish-green hair. "You're so cute when you pout." she said with a smile. Steve smirked back. Sure, she was a pretty whacked proffessor; but at least she could be trusted...

***

After an hour of Steve's check-up, Haylen had just put Steve back in his cell, and was on her way to bring her updated report to the main office. When she got there, she was just about to reach for the doorhandle until she heard Wilson and Roberts talking inside. Being curious as she was recently towards them, she decided to listen in... (again). She pressed her ear against the door, and stayed silent, as the two muffled voices continued:

"We can't trust her with this...Steve. I mean, what if she and that tree-frog catch on and somehow... Oh, I dunno." Wilson said.

"I'm not sure. But this is far too risky." Roberts sighed. "I mean, Umbrella is expecting T-008 in a few weeks, and we don't have a lot of research for them! I'm beginning to think this was a waste of time..."

Haylen Gasped. "U...Umbrella!? Roberts and Wilson...? What's this all about!?" She whispered.

"Listen Roberts, we'll just send them Steve! Simple as that! We let him go, Haylen cries, boo hoo, then we use the T-Veronica sample for our own! We can expand our services! Get ourselves world-reknowned even!!" Wilson yelled.

"I...I'm not sure Wilson..." Roberts sighed.

"Ohhhh, give it up! You have such a soft spot for Haylen! Look, tomorrow morning we'll ship that lizardo Dicaprio to Umbrella. When Haylen asks, we'll just say that we shipped him to another 'Non-Profit Peace Organization'... OK!?" Wilson snapped back.

She heard Roberts sigh. "I guess so. So.... tomorrow morning?"he said.

"Yup. Then its bye-bye for Steevie!" Wilson said, then he laughed, as Roberts remained silent.

Haylen backed away from the door, a sick feeling in her stomach. "Oh my god... they work for Umbrella... oh god no..." she said to herself. She then ran off to Robert's office (where Steve was kept).

***

Haylen stormed into the office, shutting the door behind her. "Steve!!!" she said. Steve turned to her, and saw the terrified look on her face. He stood up, a concerned look beginning to appear on his face. "Haylen, what is it?" he asked. She sat down near the cell's dorr, ready to cry.
"Wilson...a-and Roberts... they work for... Umbrella! They said they were going to sjip you to the Umbrella HQ tomorrow morning! F...For profits or something... I dunno." she yelled. Steve's jaw dropped, he looked like his heart was broken up pretty bad. "I-I didn't know anything about this! I swear!!" she said.

Steve sighed angrily and punched the wall. "They can't do that!" he growled "It-It isn't fair! I wanted this to go uphill! At leassst!" Steve then collapsed to his knees, as he began to sob. He was very, very distressed. "I..I just wanna be home... safe...human..." he grumbled, trying to hold back his tears.
An idea then popped into Haylen's head, as a faint smile appeared on her face. "...Maybe it WILL go up from here, Steve!" she said hopefully, "...I have a plan!!"