-Chapter 24-









Damn it! Was the thought that went to Mike's brain as he lay sprawled out on the floor, face down in his own blood. Why do you seem so surprised....? The voice of his mutated subconscious said to him in his darkness, She wanted to kill you; there was no other desire within her but to kill you.

What? What are you.... saying...?

Tell me, and I already know the answer... but tell me anyway, why do you keep following her...? Why do you insist on helping her? She never even really cared for you. She already knew that you will become what you are. She knew everything....

The only thing or even person I can trust is you. What do we do know?

Go after her, and disembowel her, make her suffer!

But...

What?

I don't.... think its right....

You shouldn't care. We're not even human anymore....

He snapped open his eyes and lifted himself off of the ground. He heard an inhuman growl escape from his throat, a growl of anguish of him being aware of what he was becoming now and of anger towards Kat and her involvement of his death. If he had never met her, he would still be human.... he would still be a student, training his own abilities so that he can have a career based on his talent as an artist.

But no, she had to come to Alucemet, she had to approach him, she had to know that he would die soon.

He looked up and glared angrily at the corpse of the Tyrant he had killed, then the elevator, which he knew that she had taken down further into this human made death trap. He heard the agonized and mindless moans of the lower creatures, the zombies, and shuddered to think that he had once been one of them.

When he glared at the elevator, his thoughts started to piece together slowly like a thousand piece puzzle and he suddenly remembered pieces of his memory that he had been missing since his reawakening, everything that Kat had done to him. His encounter with the black vehicle in front of the school was her doing, and because of that violent shock of death was what has triggered his unusual growth, his grotesque mutation was all her fault as well.

He almost had his hands on her, almost tore her to pieces; but she slipped away from him once again because his humanity, though miniscule, had overcome him with the desire to be with her. Now, as he thought about her, he felt that cold and dark rage forming within his body again. He darted up to his feet and charged the elevator doors.

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"Umbrella Headquarters, please come in!" Kat said into her pocket radio, "This is Kat, answer me!" She waited for a reply, "Damnit, headquarters! Respond!"

She heard heavy static come from her radio, then a voice. "Kat..... th...... brella..... what.... atus....?"

"Damn piece of crap.... My status is that I have gained access to the lower labs in the Trading lab, encountered the ENWC- Chimera numerous times, and it shows no signs on dying. It has already eliminated the whole student population of the high school, a Latecomer Police Department S.T.A.R.S. member and the Mr. X Tyrant. It seems to grow based on its eating habits. Humans have already become zombies. That is all, I have been able to file the reports on the monster, but I have not been able to gather a sample yet. I plan on recovering a sample when I find a way to kill it. Over and out." she sighed, and eyed the handgun in her hand. "Mike..... Please, wait for me...."

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Lured by the overwhelming smell of her which now flared through his nostrils, he ripped open the door to the elevator and peered down the elevator shaft, spotting the small elevator cabin slowly descending down towards the bottom. He let out an inhuman screech that echoed through the shaft and lunged down to the cabin.

His clawed feet made contact with the rigid metal of the box containing his intended kill and ripped slightly into the surface. His vision became an even more fiery crimson as his body unleashed a mutated adrenaline into his system, filling him with cold animalistic fury. He thrust his right claw into the roof of the box and he reached for her, he felt a slight nudge on his hand, then a kick.