Yet another disclaimer..... I own nothing.... I may look like Toad, but I don't own him or any characters in this story.....
Todd: Hey, you may have a face and hair cut that looks a lot like mine, but you got the body build of Blob
Fred: Yeah..... HEY!
Todd: Gotta go....*hops off quickly*
Fred: Oh no you don't! *chases after him
Thegamingteendream_16: You see..... this is why teens in Texas turn to alcohol....
Wesker was trailing the speeding jeep easily. They were now less than twenty minutes away. He pulled out a specialized dart gun, holding six hollow darts, each filled with the T-Virus. He was so focused on his prey, he almost missed the sound of his communicator beeping. He cursed, pulling the device out quickly. "What the fuck is it? I almost have the teens," he spat. "Albert, watch your language," replied Magneto. Wesker silently cursed him. "Sorry sir. What is it?" he covered. "Don't infect the teens yet. There seems to be a problem. When mutated with the virus, they lose control of their mutant gifts. They'll be out of control. It was hell getting them back under control now that they're at a level 2 mutation, but we had to send Juggernaut and Sabertooth back to the mansion to retrieve on of the infected teens. So, what ever you do, don't infect them, yet. You're tough, knock them out first," ordered Magneto, before killing the transmission. Wesker pocketed both the communicator and gun. "Just great.... I could pick them off one by one, but they're all damn near invincible together...." he muttered. That's when an idea struck him, and he sped up, easily out running the jeep. He reached the mansion in four minutes. The dark man walked over to the side of the house, and moved open a hidden panel. Inside was a lone keyhole. Wesker reached into his pocket, pulling out his own key. He inserted it, and the ground began to shake, as a huge opening ripped the backyard in two. It revealed pit, filled with hundreds upon hundreds of zombies. Slowly, a ramp lowered into the pit. Wesker stood, arms crossed, staring at the pit through his shades. For a few minutes, it seemed as if nothing happened. Then a single, rotted and broken hand reached out of the pit, and the zombies started pouring out in an overwhelming mass. Wesker chuckled and moved onto the porch of the house, slipping inside, as the yard and the surrounding woods were soon over run with the walking dead. Wesker locked the door tight. He pulled out his communicator. "This is Wesker. Level 4 lockdown now!" he barked, and raced down to the basement, moving into the lab before a giant steel door slammed down behind him. He quickly moved down the hallway, as it began to glow with a bright blue light, a alarming humming sound coming from the walls. He reached the control room, just as the door closed shut behind him. "Steel doors locked, automated laser security system activated. Nothing is getting through," announced a technician, who was typing busily at a computer, the whole control room busy with many men and women in lab coats. "Good. Let's see those kids stay in one big group while fighting off a mob of flesh hungry zombies," chuckled Wesker, moving out of the control room, heading to the heart of the lab.....
"Ah man, I thought this jet was fast," moaned Lance, who was in one of the many seats of the X-jet, holding his stomach. "It is, but something is slowing us down, plus we can't just land at the boarding house, I have to circle around for awhile, to find the right place to land," commented Bobby. He and Barry were checking over the planes controls. "Man, this sucks...." groaned Lance. "Could be worse, we could still be trapped in that mansion with the weird guy," mumbled Pietro. "Speaking of which, how is Wolverine?" asked Chris. "I'm fine. I heal real fast," muttered Logan, rubbing the back of his head. "That's a relief. Was worried we were gonna have to carry you the whole way," said Leon, grinning. The rest of the people laughed, but it was cut off quickly as an alarm went off in the jet. "Oh man, we got a hull breach in the cargo bay," exclaimed Bobby. "Oh no, not this again," gulped Claire, remembering her encounter with a Tyrant in the back of a plane. Logan sniffed. "That guy doesn't know when to give up," he growled, standing up, extending his claws. "Let me guess, Omega Red," muttered Chris. "Got that right. 3,000 feet in the air is not a place I'd wanna fight the bub, but we got no choice," muttered Logan, moving towards the door that would lead to the cargo bay. "Wolverine, wait. Leon and I will cover you," said Chris. Leon nodded and pulled out his assault rifle. Chris grabbed the grenade launcher, pocketing a few extra acid and fire shells. "Don't think those will work, but it's worth a try," shrugged Wolverine. The three men took a deep breath, and opened the door, rushing in.
Surprisingly, aside from a huge hole in the jet, there was nothing odd in the jet. "Maybe he got sucked out," suggested Leon. Logan shook his head. "No chance. He's here." No sooner had Wolverine finished his statement, when a metal tentacle shot out from the hole in the jet, wrapping around Wolverine's waist, and pulling him out of the hole, tossing him out of the plane. "NO!" yelled both Chris and Leon. Though, just as Wolverine had been ejected from the plane, than Omega Red pulled himself through the hole, his eye's glowing angrily. "He was a good rival, but much too annoying. He will be missed. Now, for you two!" he growled, thrusting both fists forward, tentacles shooting out fast, heading for both men. Using their training and instincts, both Chris and Leon dodged, rolling to the side. Leon recovered first, pulling up his weapon, and let out a stream of fire. The bullets ripped into the red armor of Omega Red, sending chunks of thick red metal flying through the cramped cargo area. "American scum!" cursed Omega Red, using his tentacles to slap Leon across the room, throwing him into the wall. Leon gasped, the impact knocking the breath out of him, as he fell to his knees. Chris was about to fire a grenade right at the mutants head, when suddenly he found himself constricted painfully tight by one of the metal tentacles. "My, you people are careless. Amazing that you've survived this long in life," growled the white skinned monster, as he bent slightly, gripping Leon around the neck, lifting him off the ground, the assault rifle falling to the ground. "Now, any requests before you die?" he growled. "Yes, how about, let me the fuck go?" growled Chris. He pulled the trigger on the launcher, sending a strong blast at Omega Red's knee. The impact did little damage, but surprised the mutant enough to lose grip of Chris. He rolled, loading an acid round into the launcher. He looked up, just in time to see the tentacle that had once held him, was speeding towards his head. He quickly pulled up his weapon, and fired. The shell made contact, rocking the plane with its explosion. "What have you done you American Pig?" screamed Omega Red, as his tentacle began to melt from the acid. "The same thing I'm gonna do to your face," grunted Chris, glad he loaded six acid rounds into the launcher. "Oh no you don't," sneered Omega Red, pulling Leon in front of him. "Shoot me, and you kill your comrade." Chris gulped, not taking his eyes off Omega Red, or lowering his weapon. "AH HA HA HA HA! You're helpless to do anything but surrender," laughed Omega Red. His laughter was cut short, as a trio of sharp blades suddenly erupted from his chest, the deep wounds instantly spraying Leon with a dark green liquid. Another set of the blades rushed out, slicing Omega Red's arm right off the socket. The arm fell to the ground, useless, more green blood spewing forth. Leon landed with a thud along with the arm, quickly freeing himself. "Wolverine!" screamed Omega Red. He turned, to find a rather pissed Logan. "Yeah, and let me tell you this, I HATE BEING THROWN OUT OF PLANES!" he growled, and lunged forward. Omega Red batted him aside with his remaining arm, turning his back to the whole in the jet. The front of him was thick with his blood, which was pooling around his feet, along with a steady stream pouring out from the wound where his arm used to be. Logan rushed forward again. Omega Red countered with a spinning heel kick. The heel of his boot made contact with Wolverine's jaw, sending him flying and crashing into the far wall, but the force of the hit, coupled with the fact he was standing in a thick slippery puddle of his own blood, sent him off balance, tumbling out of the hole in the jet. He reached out, gripping the hole, saving himself. The loss of blood however made him too weak to pull himself to safety. Omega Red growled, looking up, finding Chris standing there. "You American's, you're nothing but a virus on this planet. I will wipe you all out!" he yelled. Chris narrowed his eyes, and pointed the grenade launcher straight at Omega Red's face. "Suck it," he growled, pulling the trigger, yet another acid round finding it's target, exploding against the mutants face. The force of the impact caused him to rip off the piece of the jet he had been holding, sending the white skinned mutant tumbling 3,000 feet to the ground, screaming until his face had been melted to the point his jaw fell off, just before crashing into the ground, a huge wave of green blood splattering in all directions. Back in the plane, Chris, Leon, and Logan stood at the hole. "Shouldn't mess with American's, we'll kick your ass," grunted Chris, turning, and head back to the cockpit, the others following him, as the group continued on towards the boarding house.....
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Omega Red dead? Seems like it. What's this about a Level 2 mutation in Juggernaut and Sabertooth? Find out in the next chapter! (and possibly what happened to the guys who went to Texas, if I feel like it)
Todd: Oh yeah, real suspenseful.... *rolls his eyes*
Thegamingteendream_16: Hey, you're not out of the woods yet, I can still kill you off!
Todd: You wouldn't dare.
Thegamingteendream_16: Wanna bet?
Todd: You'd be lynched! The Todd Lovers of FanFiction.Net would revolt! You'd lose all credit as an author! YOU'D START THE TOAD REVOLUTION!
Thegamingteendream_16: You're a little full of yourself you know... and my credit as an author isn't exactly that great to begin with.
Todd: Oh..... so basically you got nothing to lose huh?
Thegamingteendream_16: Nope, wouldn't lose a thing....
Todd: Much like your virginity *laughs and runs off*
Thegamingteendream_16: Oh, now that's just low....... *sinks into a dark pit of sadness, leafing through past stories in which he killed Todd....*
Fred: *pulling a huge rock over the pit* HA HA HA HA HA!!!!
Todd: Let's see him kill me off now......*grins*
