Resident Evil: Return of a Nightmare
Chapter 12
By Windra
The Viper was still chasing Brad and Justin even as they reached the first basement level floor. The mutated snake's tongue flickered out of its mouth repeatedly, following the traces of heat that were coming off of the two men, as snakes usually do.
[i]Flesh. Blood. Kill. Eat.[/i]
The snake slithered along the ground as quickly as it could, eager for its next meal, for the taste of raw flesh.
With a great hiss, it lunged forward, its gigantic maw opened wide as venom fell from it two, saber-like fangs. The two men, now desperate to get away from the creature as it gained on them, ran faster, with Justin sputtering curses madly-
-and the ex-Umbrella employee was hoisted off of the ground, flailing and screaming wildly as the reptile's jaws clamped tightly along his lower torso. A mizture of blood and venom fell to the ground in a rapid drip-drop tune as the Viper lifted Justin straight in the air and began giving attempts to swallow him.
Brad cursed and swung around, raising his gun and pointing the weapon at the reptile.
BAM!
One shot was fired into the air, and it struck the Viper's right eye, immediantly shattering it. The snake squealed out in protest, shaking its head wildly, tossing Justin out of its mouth as it did. The man slammed into the wall and landed hard on the marble floor, spitting out blood.
The Viper quickly regained composure, and stared angrily at Brad with its one eye.
It lunged-
-and fell to the ground limply as a bullet was fired into its left temple. Blood poured from the wound as the snake's one eye closed instinctively.
Not wasting time, Brad ran to Justin's side, crouching beside him and trying to find someway to cover the wound.
"Justin...," he whispered, eyes wide at the sight of the damage done. "...Shit..."
Justin was a bloody mess. There were two large, deep puncture marks just below his ribs, and each wound was bleeding nonstop. A clear-yellowish liquid was dripping out of the wounds and pooling on the ground, showing the full extent of the neom injected into his body. His skin was pale, eyes wide and searching.
The ex-Umbrella employee wiped the blood from his mouth and grinned at the pilot, who was now desperately trying to dress the wounds.
"...Nice choice...of words...," he choked.
"Don't speak," Brad said, trying to be calm. "You're gonna be fine."
But he was speaking too quickly and too worridly.
Justin ignored the comment. "You know...what you have to do..."
Brad blinked. "Wha-"
"The venom...is a death omen...I'll only be...a...live for a...few more...minutes...if not seconds..."
"The infirmary's on the on the other side of this floor, that's what you said..."
"The infirmary...only has basic medecine...Anti-virus...downstairs..."
"Then I'll bring-"
Justin cut him off by grabbing Brad's gun hand and lifting it up, so that the barrel of the gun rested on Justin's forehead. Brad's face paled.
"Take care...of Rach...and the kid...for me..."
Justin gave a weak grin.
"See...ya...later..."
He closed his eyes an mouth with a faint smile as his breathing slowed to a stop. His skin drained of all remaining color, and the hand that was gripping the former S.T.A.R.S. member's wrist loosened its grip and fell limply by Justin's side.
[i]Death...[/i]
Brad gave a light, muffled choke, and closed his eyes for a minute, trying to register what had just happened.
[i]No more death...please...no more death...[/i]
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Justin's body twitch, his head move slightly, but his chest wasn't rising.
Brad placed a finger on the gun's trigger and gulped.
"Good...bye...," he whispered, and Justin's glazed, undead eyes shot open.
A shot rang through the air.
**********
A gunshot echoed off of the walls, making Rachel's heart leap with hope as Damien rushed her to the staircase.
Are they coming? Justin and Brad?
Her body tensed as she resisted Damien's forceful tug, and the man snickered and pulled her harder.
"Don't get so uppety, Ms. Kinston," he hissed smugly, gripping her arms so tightly that her circulation was beginning to cut off. "Do you hear footsteps? I don't. Try to stop me again and you'll have a bullet lodged neatly in your head."
"Then go ahead!" Rachel snapped. "Go on! Kill me! You're going to anyway! Why wait?!"
"Ah...yes," Damien whispered gleefully. He licked his lips and grinned at her. "Yes, well I was hoping we could have...a little fun before you die."
Rachel's eyes widened.
[i]Hell no! He's not thinking of...[/i]
"You wouldn't dare!" she hissed.
"Oh, I dare," he snickerd, stopping in the middle of the hall.
"If you lay one finger on me, I'll-"
"You'll what?" Damien said with a grin, kissing her on the cheek.
Rachel pulled away quickly, half-crying and half-pleading as she tried to escape Damien's grip as he advanced.
The click of a gun loading caught their attention. There were footsteps.
"Let her go," a shaken, but familiar voice said quickly as a familiar human stepped out of the shadows.
He looked like he had just dealt the card of death. His skin was a deathly pale, and his eyes were wide and had a faraway look plastered on them. His clothes were splattered with blood, and the gun he had that was pointed at Damien trembled slightly as Brad shook.
Damien's grip on Rachel loosened accidently, and she took full advantage of that moment. She tore away and ran quickly beside Brad.
[i]ThankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!![/i]
It was only then that she realised that Justin was no longer with him.
"Where's Justin?" she whispered to the former S.T.A.R.S. member.
Brad looked at her and shook his head. Rachel's face fell.
Damien began to laugh. "He didn't make it, hmm? What did the job? Hunter? Jumping Recluse? Viper? Or maybe even Cougra?"
"[i]Shut up![/i]" Rachel and Brad snapped in usion, but Damien didn't falter.
"Where's Rowan?" Rachel asked slowly.
Damien chuckled. "Oh, as far as I know, Albert took her to the dungeons below with that Birkin girl. It's too bad they got away, and Albert fled..."
"Albert...?" Brad asked, and suddenly felt panick stricken.
[i]Stop it. There are lots of people named Albert... It couldn't be him...[/i]
"Mmmyes," Damien grinned. "You should know him, as he was your captain once...Captain Albert Wesker."
The S.T.A.R.S. member's eyes widened. "He's dead!" he cried out, shaken. "Chris and Jill saw him die!"
"And the G-Virus that he had injected into himself healed him at the moment of his death..."
Rachel blinked, then shook her head. "Impossible... The necomer was Wesker? But the G-Virus would mutate him..."
"The G-Virus will mutate the person, true, but, in some rare cases, it won't. In Albert's case, he is now...may I say, Superman? Super-human strength. Extreme speed. Excellent immunity to weapons."
A pause, then Damien raised the gun. "Too much information, sorry. Who to get rid of first...?" he whispered, pointing th gun at Rachel, who recoiled with a short gasp. "I guess you're it. I'll take care of Vickers after the fact."
A shot was fired.
**********
[i]Mother? Father?"
Rowan called out desperately in the darkness, hoping for light...hoping for hope...
So dark...so cold...
And in the distance, she could hear voices. Familiar ones, distant ones, ones that were total strangers to her.
Three words crossed her mind, and lingered there.
Is this death?
Silence...but then again, there is only silence...
And suddenly she was soaring, watching life pass, watching events unfold in front of her. From the moment of her birth to her first birthday, then continuing on until she found herself back in Raccoon City, and saw the scenery more vivid that ever... The undead monsters, sould torn apart by a company.
And then she saw them.
Justin, his wide grin gone as his pale white face and wide, glazed eyes stared at the ceiling. Sherry, travelling through the corridors of the facility, being tailed by the people who had saved her and Rowan. Wesker, standing on a helipad and waiting for the people to leave before he fled.
Brad, standing beside Rachel in an empty corridor, with a man pointing a gun a them...
Damien? She had never seen him before...
And she watched in horror as he fired a shot in Rachel's direction, and watched Brad push her out of the way, taking two bullets-
-and crumple to the ground.
"NO!!"
Her voice was shrill and worried, but no one heard her, no one. She wondered vividly if this wasjust a dream gone wrong...
It was too real...
And no one saw her, heard her...
Except two eyes...
Two angry, yellow cat-eyes...
A giant cat-like creature was perched on the ledge across from her, above where Brad, Rachel, and Damien were, and unseen to them. It's fur was a yellowish-tan color and was mangled and stuck together with dried blood. There were many wounds along its body, and its skin was rotting away in some places. A large, long tentacle protruced from its neck, ending in a curved sickle. It's tail was double the length it should be, and was lined with spikes, as was its spine. It's claws were another story... They were huge, about six inches long, and curved. It's teeth were almost just as big and sharp, and its head was that of a cougars...
It stared blankly at the area where she stood, sensing her presence, but not seeing her...
And as she looked at it, she could almost hear a voice - the giant cat's voice. But it didn't have a voice...did it?
She was growing confused, tired...the world began to spin once again as she fell, once more, into the darkness that enveloped her mind.[/i]
**********
Cougra stared at the ground below, watching as three humans bickered to each other, guns pointed at one another. It gave a low, light snarl that was unheard by them, and watched as the black-haired man rose his weapon at the woman.
The black-haired man...the human that Cougra constantly found outside of its air-locked cage, staring at it with a look of glee plastered onto his face. The man who had so many times pricked Cougra with pointy objects and injected something into it, although it couldn't feel the pain. The one who had fed it, watched it, observed it...
Yet, there was something about him, something that sent chills running down Cougra's spine and along the spikes that lined it.
There was a loud, cracking sound, and Cougra's eyes darted downward, watching as two metal objects went flying into the other man, the brown-haired one, and the scent of fresh blood flew up to its nostrils. It watched as the other man fell to the ground, still alive, still breathing, heard the woman scream, falling beside him and leaning over him, trying to keep him awake, and the black-haired one laugh...
And something caught its attention.
Something across the room...
Cougra swung its head to the ledge across the room, and its eyes fixed on one spot, a spot on the middle of the ledge. It could see nothing, nor smell anything from that direction, but still, what remained of its fur stood on end, as if something was there. It continued to stare, but saw nothing, until, finally, the presence died away, and Cougra felt comfortable again.
There was another sound. More footsteps heading from the left of Damien, and a little girl ran in, lunging at the man and woman, but with uncertainty. The black-haired one grinned suddenly.
"Sherry Birkin!" he cried out, laughing. "What a pleasure! Isn't Rowan with you?"
The girl...Sherry...didn't answer, only looked over the man and woman worridly, whispering something Cougra could hear dimly.
"Rowan's friends?" she whispered softly. The older woman nodded tearfully, and the fallen one looked at Sherry with a faraway look. Sherry smiled softly. "Good people are coming. They'll help... They helped Rowan and tried to help me, but I came back..."
There were more footsteps, and a group of four humans clad in back walked into the area, raising more metallic weapons at the black-haired one. They glanced at the fallen one, the woman, and the child fearfully before surrounding the black-haired one.
"Damien Roscwood," said an older woman in a hard, cold tone, "you are under arrest."
The black-haired one...Damien...grinned. "Honestly...you're so naïve..."
He raised the shiny weapon in his hands and pointed it at the older woman. "Umbrella will never fall!" And with that, he fired.
But the older woman moved like a cat and dodged the bullet, then aimed her own weapon at Damien and fired. More blood was spilt as the metal hit Damien's elbow, causing him to drop the shiny weapon and clutch his arm painfully.
The woman began to speak again, but something in Cougra's mind - or what was left of it - clicked into place.
[i]"Hold the cougar down!" yelled a man's cold voice, and the wild cat looked up painfully as a sniper's bullet pierced its chest.
Almost immediantly, the mountain lion was tackles to the ground, held by at least five or so men, humans. It was in total agony, pain roaring in its chest like wildfire and growing until parts of its body became numb. It stared up into a man's face, and chills were sent up and down its spine. The man who had yelled out had hair the color of midnight, and eyes that would make ice seem like fire.
"Let it die."
More words that came as a murmer as the world swirled, and eventually, fell. All the days of the cougar's life, from the day it was born, to the day he found a mate passed its eyes, and the cougar felt, for once in his life, despair beyond anything else...
Then darkness, flying, a lost soul searching for ts place. The soul that withered away as its body changed to fit what its murderers wanted...a cold-blooded killing machine...[/i]
Anger...
Hatred...
The first type of emotions Cougra had since the time it was alive.
Death...
Yearning...
Revenge...
A roar silenced the humans as Cougra leapt to the ground on its four paws. It walked along te ground with its fangs beared, his claws clicking along the ground. The woman and the fallen one's eyes were blank, awaiting death, thinking it would attack them, and the little girl beside them gave a muffled scream, recoiling.
Pity...
Despair...
Murder...
But Cougra simply walked past them, leaving the three humans dumbfounded. It walked towards the groupd that had surrounded Damien, and gave a low snarl, causing them to jump away and clear a direct path towards the black-haired one. They pointed their weapons at Cougra, but he ignored them, only lurching towards the man. Damien grinned, holding his wound tightly.
"That's right...good Cougra...save your creator..."
Murderer...
Destroyer...
But the mutated mountain lion kept walking towards Damien, eyes narrowed, and watched in pleasure as it saw Damien's face pale significantly.
And Cougra leapt, pinning him to the ground, hissing and roaring in anger and pain, of hurt and despair, of so many things that it hurt inside. The ripped into Damien's chest, tearing at his ribs, scratching at his legs, clawing at his face until Cougra's bloodlust was satisfied. Damien's magnled body lay there, and he was still breathing, but slowly. The man stared up at Cougra slowly, eyes wide with pain and fear...
Cougra curled up around him, never taking his eyes off of him, watching him as his breathing began to slow.
Cougra would watch him die, just as Damien did to him.
The people around Cougra regarded him frightfully, then inched away, gathering up the fallen one, the woman, and the Sherry child.
And Damien stared at them angrily, fumbling with something weakly in his lab coat pocket. He pulled out a small, metal remote, but with number's large enough for everyone to see what was on it.
2 : 03
There was a bomb in the building, and it would explode in two minutes and three seconds...
The humans ran off hurridly, and Cougra could see the fallen one stare at him blankly, with silent understanding...
The way Rowan and Behemoth had exchanged glances...
Cougra gave a snort of approval and watched as Damien's life began to slip away.
For the first time since Cougra had passed away from its normal life, the mountain lion felt pleasure well up in it.
And as Damien's dying eyes stared at him before glazing over, his chest stopping and the scent of death flying up to Cougra's nostrils, as the building began to rumble while the bomb began to detonate two minutes later, Cougra rose his hed to the sky, eyes closed, and opened its mouth in a loud, triumphant roar.
Victory...
And...finally...eternal rest...
The thing Cougra longed for most...
There was an explosion of light and sound, and then all was silent.
___________
Took long enough. I liked this chapter...Cougra has a POV, and had a desire for revenge against Damien. *pats the cougar*. Yer cool!
One more chapter, then an epilogue. Next chapter will take place at a hospital...
@beenieweeniw : Rowan came down with a fever. I'll explain in the next chapter, rather, Rachel will.
Chow!
~windra
Chapter 12
By Windra
The Viper was still chasing Brad and Justin even as they reached the first basement level floor. The mutated snake's tongue flickered out of its mouth repeatedly, following the traces of heat that were coming off of the two men, as snakes usually do.
[i]Flesh. Blood. Kill. Eat.[/i]
The snake slithered along the ground as quickly as it could, eager for its next meal, for the taste of raw flesh.
With a great hiss, it lunged forward, its gigantic maw opened wide as venom fell from it two, saber-like fangs. The two men, now desperate to get away from the creature as it gained on them, ran faster, with Justin sputtering curses madly-
-and the ex-Umbrella employee was hoisted off of the ground, flailing and screaming wildly as the reptile's jaws clamped tightly along his lower torso. A mizture of blood and venom fell to the ground in a rapid drip-drop tune as the Viper lifted Justin straight in the air and began giving attempts to swallow him.
Brad cursed and swung around, raising his gun and pointing the weapon at the reptile.
BAM!
One shot was fired into the air, and it struck the Viper's right eye, immediantly shattering it. The snake squealed out in protest, shaking its head wildly, tossing Justin out of its mouth as it did. The man slammed into the wall and landed hard on the marble floor, spitting out blood.
The Viper quickly regained composure, and stared angrily at Brad with its one eye.
It lunged-
-and fell to the ground limply as a bullet was fired into its left temple. Blood poured from the wound as the snake's one eye closed instinctively.
Not wasting time, Brad ran to Justin's side, crouching beside him and trying to find someway to cover the wound.
"Justin...," he whispered, eyes wide at the sight of the damage done. "...Shit..."
Justin was a bloody mess. There were two large, deep puncture marks just below his ribs, and each wound was bleeding nonstop. A clear-yellowish liquid was dripping out of the wounds and pooling on the ground, showing the full extent of the neom injected into his body. His skin was pale, eyes wide and searching.
The ex-Umbrella employee wiped the blood from his mouth and grinned at the pilot, who was now desperately trying to dress the wounds.
"...Nice choice...of words...," he choked.
"Don't speak," Brad said, trying to be calm. "You're gonna be fine."
But he was speaking too quickly and too worridly.
Justin ignored the comment. "You know...what you have to do..."
Brad blinked. "Wha-"
"The venom...is a death omen...I'll only be...a...live for a...few more...minutes...if not seconds..."
"The infirmary's on the on the other side of this floor, that's what you said..."
"The infirmary...only has basic medecine...Anti-virus...downstairs..."
"Then I'll bring-"
Justin cut him off by grabbing Brad's gun hand and lifting it up, so that the barrel of the gun rested on Justin's forehead. Brad's face paled.
"Take care...of Rach...and the kid...for me..."
Justin gave a weak grin.
"See...ya...later..."
He closed his eyes an mouth with a faint smile as his breathing slowed to a stop. His skin drained of all remaining color, and the hand that was gripping the former S.T.A.R.S. member's wrist loosened its grip and fell limply by Justin's side.
[i]Death...[/i]
Brad gave a light, muffled choke, and closed his eyes for a minute, trying to register what had just happened.
[i]No more death...please...no more death...[/i]
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Justin's body twitch, his head move slightly, but his chest wasn't rising.
Brad placed a finger on the gun's trigger and gulped.
"Good...bye...," he whispered, and Justin's glazed, undead eyes shot open.
A shot rang through the air.
**********
A gunshot echoed off of the walls, making Rachel's heart leap with hope as Damien rushed her to the staircase.
Are they coming? Justin and Brad?
Her body tensed as she resisted Damien's forceful tug, and the man snickered and pulled her harder.
"Don't get so uppety, Ms. Kinston," he hissed smugly, gripping her arms so tightly that her circulation was beginning to cut off. "Do you hear footsteps? I don't. Try to stop me again and you'll have a bullet lodged neatly in your head."
"Then go ahead!" Rachel snapped. "Go on! Kill me! You're going to anyway! Why wait?!"
"Ah...yes," Damien whispered gleefully. He licked his lips and grinned at her. "Yes, well I was hoping we could have...a little fun before you die."
Rachel's eyes widened.
[i]Hell no! He's not thinking of...[/i]
"You wouldn't dare!" she hissed.
"Oh, I dare," he snickerd, stopping in the middle of the hall.
"If you lay one finger on me, I'll-"
"You'll what?" Damien said with a grin, kissing her on the cheek.
Rachel pulled away quickly, half-crying and half-pleading as she tried to escape Damien's grip as he advanced.
The click of a gun loading caught their attention. There were footsteps.
"Let her go," a shaken, but familiar voice said quickly as a familiar human stepped out of the shadows.
He looked like he had just dealt the card of death. His skin was a deathly pale, and his eyes were wide and had a faraway look plastered on them. His clothes were splattered with blood, and the gun he had that was pointed at Damien trembled slightly as Brad shook.
Damien's grip on Rachel loosened accidently, and she took full advantage of that moment. She tore away and ran quickly beside Brad.
[i]ThankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!![/i]
It was only then that she realised that Justin was no longer with him.
"Where's Justin?" she whispered to the former S.T.A.R.S. member.
Brad looked at her and shook his head. Rachel's face fell.
Damien began to laugh. "He didn't make it, hmm? What did the job? Hunter? Jumping Recluse? Viper? Or maybe even Cougra?"
"[i]Shut up![/i]" Rachel and Brad snapped in usion, but Damien didn't falter.
"Where's Rowan?" Rachel asked slowly.
Damien chuckled. "Oh, as far as I know, Albert took her to the dungeons below with that Birkin girl. It's too bad they got away, and Albert fled..."
"Albert...?" Brad asked, and suddenly felt panick stricken.
[i]Stop it. There are lots of people named Albert... It couldn't be him...[/i]
"Mmmyes," Damien grinned. "You should know him, as he was your captain once...Captain Albert Wesker."
The S.T.A.R.S. member's eyes widened. "He's dead!" he cried out, shaken. "Chris and Jill saw him die!"
"And the G-Virus that he had injected into himself healed him at the moment of his death..."
Rachel blinked, then shook her head. "Impossible... The necomer was Wesker? But the G-Virus would mutate him..."
"The G-Virus will mutate the person, true, but, in some rare cases, it won't. In Albert's case, he is now...may I say, Superman? Super-human strength. Extreme speed. Excellent immunity to weapons."
A pause, then Damien raised the gun. "Too much information, sorry. Who to get rid of first...?" he whispered, pointing th gun at Rachel, who recoiled with a short gasp. "I guess you're it. I'll take care of Vickers after the fact."
A shot was fired.
**********
[i]Mother? Father?"
Rowan called out desperately in the darkness, hoping for light...hoping for hope...
So dark...so cold...
And in the distance, she could hear voices. Familiar ones, distant ones, ones that were total strangers to her.
Three words crossed her mind, and lingered there.
Is this death?
Silence...but then again, there is only silence...
And suddenly she was soaring, watching life pass, watching events unfold in front of her. From the moment of her birth to her first birthday, then continuing on until she found herself back in Raccoon City, and saw the scenery more vivid that ever... The undead monsters, sould torn apart by a company.
And then she saw them.
Justin, his wide grin gone as his pale white face and wide, glazed eyes stared at the ceiling. Sherry, travelling through the corridors of the facility, being tailed by the people who had saved her and Rowan. Wesker, standing on a helipad and waiting for the people to leave before he fled.
Brad, standing beside Rachel in an empty corridor, with a man pointing a gun a them...
Damien? She had never seen him before...
And she watched in horror as he fired a shot in Rachel's direction, and watched Brad push her out of the way, taking two bullets-
-and crumple to the ground.
"NO!!"
Her voice was shrill and worried, but no one heard her, no one. She wondered vividly if this wasjust a dream gone wrong...
It was too real...
And no one saw her, heard her...
Except two eyes...
Two angry, yellow cat-eyes...
A giant cat-like creature was perched on the ledge across from her, above where Brad, Rachel, and Damien were, and unseen to them. It's fur was a yellowish-tan color and was mangled and stuck together with dried blood. There were many wounds along its body, and its skin was rotting away in some places. A large, long tentacle protruced from its neck, ending in a curved sickle. It's tail was double the length it should be, and was lined with spikes, as was its spine. It's claws were another story... They were huge, about six inches long, and curved. It's teeth were almost just as big and sharp, and its head was that of a cougars...
It stared blankly at the area where she stood, sensing her presence, but not seeing her...
And as she looked at it, she could almost hear a voice - the giant cat's voice. But it didn't have a voice...did it?
She was growing confused, tired...the world began to spin once again as she fell, once more, into the darkness that enveloped her mind.[/i]
**********
Cougra stared at the ground below, watching as three humans bickered to each other, guns pointed at one another. It gave a low, light snarl that was unheard by them, and watched as the black-haired man rose his weapon at the woman.
The black-haired man...the human that Cougra constantly found outside of its air-locked cage, staring at it with a look of glee plastered onto his face. The man who had so many times pricked Cougra with pointy objects and injected something into it, although it couldn't feel the pain. The one who had fed it, watched it, observed it...
Yet, there was something about him, something that sent chills running down Cougra's spine and along the spikes that lined it.
There was a loud, cracking sound, and Cougra's eyes darted downward, watching as two metal objects went flying into the other man, the brown-haired one, and the scent of fresh blood flew up to its nostrils. It watched as the other man fell to the ground, still alive, still breathing, heard the woman scream, falling beside him and leaning over him, trying to keep him awake, and the black-haired one laugh...
And something caught its attention.
Something across the room...
Cougra swung its head to the ledge across the room, and its eyes fixed on one spot, a spot on the middle of the ledge. It could see nothing, nor smell anything from that direction, but still, what remained of its fur stood on end, as if something was there. It continued to stare, but saw nothing, until, finally, the presence died away, and Cougra felt comfortable again.
There was another sound. More footsteps heading from the left of Damien, and a little girl ran in, lunging at the man and woman, but with uncertainty. The black-haired one grinned suddenly.
"Sherry Birkin!" he cried out, laughing. "What a pleasure! Isn't Rowan with you?"
The girl...Sherry...didn't answer, only looked over the man and woman worridly, whispering something Cougra could hear dimly.
"Rowan's friends?" she whispered softly. The older woman nodded tearfully, and the fallen one looked at Sherry with a faraway look. Sherry smiled softly. "Good people are coming. They'll help... They helped Rowan and tried to help me, but I came back..."
There were more footsteps, and a group of four humans clad in back walked into the area, raising more metallic weapons at the black-haired one. They glanced at the fallen one, the woman, and the child fearfully before surrounding the black-haired one.
"Damien Roscwood," said an older woman in a hard, cold tone, "you are under arrest."
The black-haired one...Damien...grinned. "Honestly...you're so naïve..."
He raised the shiny weapon in his hands and pointed it at the older woman. "Umbrella will never fall!" And with that, he fired.
But the older woman moved like a cat and dodged the bullet, then aimed her own weapon at Damien and fired. More blood was spilt as the metal hit Damien's elbow, causing him to drop the shiny weapon and clutch his arm painfully.
The woman began to speak again, but something in Cougra's mind - or what was left of it - clicked into place.
[i]"Hold the cougar down!" yelled a man's cold voice, and the wild cat looked up painfully as a sniper's bullet pierced its chest.
Almost immediantly, the mountain lion was tackles to the ground, held by at least five or so men, humans. It was in total agony, pain roaring in its chest like wildfire and growing until parts of its body became numb. It stared up into a man's face, and chills were sent up and down its spine. The man who had yelled out had hair the color of midnight, and eyes that would make ice seem like fire.
"Let it die."
More words that came as a murmer as the world swirled, and eventually, fell. All the days of the cougar's life, from the day it was born, to the day he found a mate passed its eyes, and the cougar felt, for once in his life, despair beyond anything else...
Then darkness, flying, a lost soul searching for ts place. The soul that withered away as its body changed to fit what its murderers wanted...a cold-blooded killing machine...[/i]
Anger...
Hatred...
The first type of emotions Cougra had since the time it was alive.
Death...
Yearning...
Revenge...
A roar silenced the humans as Cougra leapt to the ground on its four paws. It walked along te ground with its fangs beared, his claws clicking along the ground. The woman and the fallen one's eyes were blank, awaiting death, thinking it would attack them, and the little girl beside them gave a muffled scream, recoiling.
Pity...
Despair...
Murder...
But Cougra simply walked past them, leaving the three humans dumbfounded. It walked towards the groupd that had surrounded Damien, and gave a low snarl, causing them to jump away and clear a direct path towards the black-haired one. They pointed their weapons at Cougra, but he ignored them, only lurching towards the man. Damien grinned, holding his wound tightly.
"That's right...good Cougra...save your creator..."
Murderer...
Destroyer...
But the mutated mountain lion kept walking towards Damien, eyes narrowed, and watched in pleasure as it saw Damien's face pale significantly.
And Cougra leapt, pinning him to the ground, hissing and roaring in anger and pain, of hurt and despair, of so many things that it hurt inside. The ripped into Damien's chest, tearing at his ribs, scratching at his legs, clawing at his face until Cougra's bloodlust was satisfied. Damien's magnled body lay there, and he was still breathing, but slowly. The man stared up at Cougra slowly, eyes wide with pain and fear...
Cougra curled up around him, never taking his eyes off of him, watching him as his breathing began to slow.
Cougra would watch him die, just as Damien did to him.
The people around Cougra regarded him frightfully, then inched away, gathering up the fallen one, the woman, and the Sherry child.
And Damien stared at them angrily, fumbling with something weakly in his lab coat pocket. He pulled out a small, metal remote, but with number's large enough for everyone to see what was on it.
2 : 03
There was a bomb in the building, and it would explode in two minutes and three seconds...
The humans ran off hurridly, and Cougra could see the fallen one stare at him blankly, with silent understanding...
The way Rowan and Behemoth had exchanged glances...
Cougra gave a snort of approval and watched as Damien's life began to slip away.
For the first time since Cougra had passed away from its normal life, the mountain lion felt pleasure well up in it.
And as Damien's dying eyes stared at him before glazing over, his chest stopping and the scent of death flying up to Cougra's nostrils, as the building began to rumble while the bomb began to detonate two minutes later, Cougra rose his hed to the sky, eyes closed, and opened its mouth in a loud, triumphant roar.
Victory...
And...finally...eternal rest...
The thing Cougra longed for most...
There was an explosion of light and sound, and then all was silent.
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Took long enough. I liked this chapter...Cougra has a POV, and had a desire for revenge against Damien. *pats the cougar*. Yer cool!
One more chapter, then an epilogue. Next chapter will take place at a hospital...
@beenieweeniw : Rowan came down with a fever. I'll explain in the next chapter, rather, Rachel will.
Chow!
~windra