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Chris was staring out the large window of the Dining Room, when he first saw the zombies get past the main gate. He instantly gripped his handgun, and tapped Jill on the shoulder, pointing to the window. She quickly gasped. This brought all the other's attention to the window. This resulted on the quick scrambling to feet, and loading of weapons. Chris slung a double barrel shotgun over his shoulder, placing two machine guns in a holster on his belt. Jill grabbed a Python Magnum and slung a grenade launcher over shoulder, packing her side pack full with Acid and Fire rounds. Claire grabbed her B.O.W. gun and slung a holder for the darts over her shoulder, sliding her hunting knife in its holder by her shoulder. Barry grabbed his trusty magnum, placing a flame thrower in a backpack which he quickly put on, adding plenty of ammo and healing items. Leon grabbed his hand gun, slinging an assault rifle over his shoulder, crossing a sniper rifle over it. The five humans, no armed to the teeth, ran for the door, intending to warn the professor. However, no sooner had they even started towards the door, the room as filled with the sound of broken glass. Through each of the five huge glass windows, a Hunter had jumped through. Instantly, each member of the group aimed their weapons on the creatures, only to feel a hard blow to the chest. All five went flying across the room. Jill, the first to get to her feet again, looked up to see five Bandersnatches jump through the broken windows. That's when Wesker jumped through the middle window.

Chris jumped to his feet. "Wesker, I should of known," he growled, readying to pull his weapon up. Wesker merely snapped his fingers, and a huge tongue shot out from the darkness, snatching the gun from the man's hand. Five Lickers crawled into the room, through the tops of the broken windows, one holding the handgun in it's mouth. "As you can all see, I have complete control with these five. It's a true beauty of genetic improvement. They are all connected to me, and I need not but think my commands, and all these creatures do as I command," explained the evil man, staring at all five of his prey through his tinted black shades. "Too much of a coward to face us alone?" barked Barry, who was gripping his Magnum tightly. Claire and Leon looked around the room, trying to figure their chances of survival, which were pretty low. Wesker noticed this, and grinned. "Nope, sorry. No Claire, you and Chris are not slipping between my fingers this time. Even if by luck you do get past these monsters, the mansion by now is completely consumed with zombies and dogs. Not to mention more Hunters." At just the mention of it's name, the five Hunters hissed angrily, crouched low, ready to strike. "So your the one who let everyone in," growled and unseen voice.

Out of seemingly nowhere, Wolverine launched himself from the corner of the room. With his claws extended, he made a quick run across, ripping open the throats of all the Hunters. The gruesome creatures fell to the floor, their bodies writhing in their death throes, dark green blood spurting from the deep gashes, spray all over the large wooden table. Wesker stood calm, pointing to the new attacker. The Lickers growled, jumping towards him, but were torn apart in the gun fire given from the five members of the humans. Barry and Jill were the only two not shooting the Lickers, they instead, took this advantage to use their Magnums to blow off the head's of the horrible Bandernatches, their oozing gray brain matter spreading on the far walls, blood pouring down their decapitated bodies. Wesker remained standing still, his shoes now becoming soaked with the blood of the dead creatures. "Don't even think of jumping out the window," muttered Chris, one eye closed, his handgun aimed right at the man's forehead. At just then, the windows were closed off by sheets of ice. Bobby stepped out through a side door. "He won't be doing that," the boy said, a cocky little grin spread across his face.

Wesker looked from face to face, looking down the barrel of each weapon pointed straight at his head. Then he gave a grim grin, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "You really think you've won. You really think you have me? Well, guess what, you haven't." Before he even finished this statement, his movements became nothing but a blur. Each person in the room tried to track his movements. Chris watched in horror as each of his friends were brought down hard by the movements of the super fast Wesker. He had gotten so much faster since they had met in Antarctica. Jill and Claire fell first, the hollow sound of a boot being placed in the side of their head's audible. Bobby was then thrown across the room, a huge crater forming in the front of his shirt, obviously created by a super powered kick. Barry and Leon were next, both thrown hard against the far wall. Wolverine and Chris stood back to back, as the super blur sped around them. "Just great, right when we get that one kid who runs like this down, and new guy pops up and does the same thing," growled Wolverine, trying to slash at Wesker with his claws. Chris didn't answer. He aimed his gun at the far wall. He fired, heard the bullet bounce off the metal that was in the support beam, and heard the satisfying sound of contact. But, the blur hadn't stopped. There was no blood even trailing with it. "What did I hit then?" he muttered, and felt Wolverine collapse behind him. Wesker stopped then, placing a hard punch to the man's face. "Did you honestly think that would work? I thought I trained you better than that Chris," he growled, and swung his fist hard, aiming right for Chris's nose.

Just as the fist was mere inches from contact, Wesker looked up, and saw nothing but green. The impact of something thick and slimy hit him hard in the face, sending him stumbling back a few paces. "You play really dirty, yo, but I got moves you can't match," yelled Todd, jumping through the window. In mid jump, he shot out his tongue, wrapping it around Wesker's legs, pulling him off his feet. The young teen landing softly, and ran as fast as he could, trying to plant a hard kick to the blond headed target, but was quickly caught in the ribs by a hard side kick from the man. Todd stumbled back, but even the few seconds was enough for Wesker to rush in, and pummel the poor boy several times in the ribs super hard. He finished off the attack with a hard knee to the boy's stomach, sending him flying into the air, landing hard on top of the room's table. The small teen remained there, motionless. Wesker grinned, and turned to face Chris, only to see the barrel of a gun. There was a bright flash, and the bang of the gun. This was all in slow motion for Wesker. At point blank even his super speed wasn't enough to get him out of the way. The bullet caught him in the shoulder, sending him spinning. Chris squeezed off several rounds, all impacting. A few bullet ripped through Wesker's chest, another through both his shoulder's and right arm, the rest burying themselves in his stomach. When the click of Chris's gun signaled it's emptiness, Wesker stood there, his clothes torn apart, blood flowing freely from his open wounds and mouth. Then, he merely fell forward, and moved no more. Chris stood there, breathing hard, holding his gun still aimed high where Wesker once stood.

The rest of his friends had just recovered, except for Todd and Bobby. Wolverine stood next to Chris, looking down on the dead Wesker. "Good thing you didn't end up a bullet short," muttered Wolverine, tossing the bullet that had been buried in his shoulder just a few minutes ago onto the corpse of the evil man. "I'm sorry about that, I had no business taking such a risk," mumbled Chris, turning to Logan, only to be amazed at the sight. There was no wound. Wolverine grinned and went to check on Bobby. "I heal fast," were the only words he gave Chris. Chris shook his head, and turned to the rest of people in the room. "Is everyone ok?" he asked. Barry and Leon nodded, still sitting on the ground, rubbing the back of their heads. Jill nodded looking down at Wesker. Claire however was at the table, checking on Todd. "Barry, get over here. He's been banged up pretty bad," she said, holding the knocked out boy's head up in her hands. The S.T.A.R.S. members quickly went to his side, and they spent the next few minutes patching up the banged up teen.

Meanwhile, the rest of the teens were wandering through the maze like corridor within the institutes walls. "Jamie, you sure you know where your going?" moaned Kitty, who was walking in front of Fred, followed by Rouge, Sam, and Jubilee. The young boy merely shrugged. "Nothing to really do but follow the passage till we find another door. We can't really go back." Fred nodded. He was still a little dizzy from when Rouge absorbed his powers. "Doesn't matter. I'm pretty sure this place doesn't have a ladder. We gotta find a way down stairs to get to the jet," pointed out Rogue. "Not really. All we need to do is get to a safe room, and Kitty can't phase us through the floor," suggested Sam. Everyone nodded, agreeing on the plan of action. "Hey, a new door," exclaimed Jamie. He quickly pushed the secret switch. The door opened up. The young boy barely had time to dodge the stream of spikes thrown at his head. "Oh crap. Sorry Jamie man," yelled Evan. He, Kurt and Wolfbane were in the room. The door was held in place by long spike spears, with zombie hand reaching from the holes in the door, the undead fighting to get into the room. "You guys tried the passage? Get out now!" exclaimed Kurt, pulling all the other teens into the room, closing the door fast. Just as it closed, everyone thought they heard an angry hiss of something unseen. "We tried going through there too, but the passage is blocked by a fire, and there are these weird things that crawl on the ceiling and try and rip your head off," explained Kurt. Everyone shuddered, having been in the dark with those things without knowing it.

The teens sat on the two beds in the room, resting and trying to think of what to do. "We're on the 2nd floor, but we need to get to the 2nd basement level to get in the corridor that goes to the jet," muttered Kitty. Every once in awhile, Evan would shoot out a spike spear, causing the zombies who were trying to break down the door to back off for a little bit. "We can't teleport or phase, because we have no clue what's in the other rooms," moaned Wolfsbane. Kitty got on her knees, and phased her head through the wall. She looked around the room, which was oddly empty, until she looked forward. A Licker was staring her right in the face. She screamed, and in desperation, phased all the way through, falling hard on the floor below. The Licker hissed, and jumped down, pinning the young girl down to the floor. Just before it could rip Kitty's head off with it's drool covered fangs, Kurt teleported next to it, placing a hard double kick to the creature, sending it flying through opposite window. Kurt grabbed Kitty, teleporting her to the safety of the above room. As they returned, Kitty shouted out. "The window! Why didn't we think of it sooner?" The rest of the group looked around, feeling the stupidity of missing an obvious answer. "Then that's it, we go out the window, and see if we can make it to either a safer room on this level, or go to the ground level and fight our way to the elevator," muttered Evan. He quickly shattered the room's window, and each teen climbed out on the narrow balcony, except for Fred. "Come on Blob, we gotta get going," yelled Kitty, noticing the spikes were becoming splintered, as the zombies started pushing harder, desperate to get the escaping prey. Fred shook his head. "No way. If I get on that balcony, it'll collapse from my weight. You guys go on with your plan. I'll fight my way through the zombies no problem. But get going," he yelled, grabbing the rooms bed, and slamming it over the window, covering the escape. Just then, the zombies broke in, and twenty or more instantly flooded the room, with a few dogs in their midst. Fred growled, balling his fists. "Bring it on!" he yelled, and was soon consumed by the mass of the undead.

That's it for now guys. I was gonna go further, but I figured you'd want something new soon, so this should tide ya over till I figure out what to do now.