Part 3: The Tyrant.
Wesker walked through the laboratory, the troops following close behind. The door had obviously been sealed, but a C4 charge had soon dealt with that. A few zombiefied scientists were wandering around the room. When they saw the HCF squad, they advanced towards them, driven by their longing for human flesh. A few bursts of AR-15 fire soon put them out of their misery.
In a large glass tube at the far side of the room stood a giant clawed figure, enveloped in a purple fluid. Wesker walked over to it, and turned to his men. "The Tyrant Omega.", he intoned "It is the latest, and most advanced version of the Tyrant bioweapon. It is also the reason why we are here."
As Wesker and his men prepared for transportation of the creature, a metal locker in the antechamber opened. Chris Redfield stepped out, and stretched. He had entered the complex with the animal rights protesters, with the intention of destroying the Tyrant before the abomination could be used by the Umbrella corporation. When several of the protestors had complained of feeling itchy, he had hidden in the locker. The massive horde of zombies that they had become had trapped Chris in the locker. When he had heard the roar of the minigun, he had peeked through a crack to look out. "Wesker!" he thought, "He must be here to steal the Tyrant! I have to stop him!" When Wesker and the soldiers had entered the lab, Chris vacated the locker, and checked his Mini-Uzi. He then followed Wesker into the laboratory.
Chris was carrying C4 plastic explosive, with the intention of destroying the Tyrant with it. The problem would be getting close enough to use it. He saw that the soldiers were clustered around the Tyrant's stasis capsule. They had assembled a kind of trolley, and they were about to lower the capsule onto it. Now was the time to act. Chris levelled his weapon, and opened fire. A Mini-Uzi might be easily concealable, but it is very inaccurate at long range. Many of the bullets aimed at the soldiers went wide. Of those that hit, most were stopped by the soldiers' body armour, but a couple of the soldiers were hit in the head, and died immediately. Hearing the gunfire, Wesker turned, and saw Chris at the other side of the room. "SHOOT HIM!" he shouted. As the remnants of the HCF squad opened up with their assault rifles, Chris dodged to the side, and hid behind a metal workbench. His weapon was empty. Chris reloaded, reached around the side of the bench, and fired a long burst.
Wesker drew his Desert Eagle. He took careful aim, and fired. The bullet hit the Mini-Uzi, the impact breaking the firing pin. Chris was now unarmed and helpless. Wesker removed his dark glasses, and ordered, "See to the Tyrant. I'll take care of this scum!" Transfixed by Wesker's strange glowing eyes, the Corporal stammered "Y-Yes sir!", and turned to continue preparing the Tyrant capsule for transport. As he looked upon the Tyrant, he noticed several bullet holes in the glass capsule. The purple fluid was draining out of the holes. Without the presence of the fluid, the Tyrant would not remain in stasis much longer. The Corporal turned, to see Captain Wesker charging towards the intruder at unbelievable speeds. Wesker reached Chris, and began to hit him, hard. Without breaking his rhythm of punches, Wesker calmly said, "Remember the last time we met, Chris? I said that the next time we crossed paths, I'd kill you." Wesker still bore the scar from their last encounter, and he wanted revenge.
"Sir!" shouted the Corporal, "We might have a problem!" He turned once again to the Tyrant. Almost all of the fluid was gone now. Suddenly, the Tyrant's eyelids flicked open, revealing eyes just like Wesker's. "Shit! Run!" shouted the Corporal. Those were his last words. The Tyrant's giant claw burst through the side of the capsule, impaling the unfortunate soldier. The Tyrant broke its way out of the container, and shook its claw, ripping the Corporal in two. As the beast stood, Wesker turned around, leaving a breathless, badly bruised Chris on the floor. Seeing the giant monstrosity rising from the capsule, he shouted "NOOO! Not again! Shoot it! Shoot it before it's too late!" Genuine fear showed in Wesker's eyes, as inhuman as they were. Wesker had no wish to repeat his last encounter with a Tyrant. Obeying his orders, the remaining soldiers opened fire, but the AR-15 bullets had little effect on the beast, which started to advance towards them. Seeing that Private Ramirez was among the fallen, one of the soldiers grabbed the GMG from his corpse, and began blasting the Tyrant with it. The Tyrant continued to advance, but after five rounds, it stumbled, and fell. The soldiers clustered around the fallen giant.
Wesker suddenly remembered something. The Tyrant Omega was created from the Tyrant -002. The same Tyrant as from the Spencer lab. That Tyrant had fallen as if dead then had risen with even greater strength and resilience. Maybe this Tyrant would too. "Get away from it!" he shouted, "It might not be dead!" "Of course it's dead." replied one of the soldiers, "Nothing could have survived that." As the soldier was saying these words, Wesker saw the Tyrant twitch. "Run, you fools!" he shouted, "It moved!" Wesker drew his Desert Eagle. The soldiers started to run away, but the Tyrant had already reached full strength. It sprang to its feet, and ran after the soldiers. The beast was now moving as fast as Wesker himself could sprint. It reached the soldiers in a split second, and ripped them to shreds with its claw. The Tyrant turned, and looked at Wesker. Wesker raised his gun, and began to fire. The Tyrant was hit in the head by a whole 9-bullet clip, but it kept coming. Enraged by the pain, the beast charged. Wesker turned and ran. He could barely keep ahead of the creature, so, thinking desperately, he ran over to where Chris was. He grabbed Chris, and threw him into the Tyrant's path. The Tyrant stopped, smashed Chris aside with its giant claw, then started running again. Meanwhile, Wesker had reached the pile of corpses on the floor. He grabbed the GMG, aimed it at the Tyrant, and emptied the entire stock of grenade rounds in one long burst. Hit by such a large number of grenades, the tyrant faltered, giving Wesker enough time to take the remaining C4 charges from Ramirez' corpse. He primed one, and threw it at the Tyrant. He detonated it, knocking the Tyrant back with the blast. He squeezed all the remaining C4 into one large wad, inserted a detonator, and ran towards the Tyrant. He had no time to reload his weapon, so he threw his combat knife at the Tyrant's head. Luckily, the blade buried itself deeply in the Tyrant's eye, distracting the monster. Wesker dashed past the Tyrant, slapping the C4 onto its back as he went. Wesker quickly took cover behind a workbench, and detonated the C4 bomb. An enormous explosion rocked the workbench which Wesker had taken cover behind. Burnt chunks of flesh rained from the air. The Tyrant's great claw crashed to the floor inches from Wesker's position. Wesker stood, and saw that the Tyrant was no more.
Wesker picked up an AR-15 from a fallen soldier, reloaded the AR-15 and his Desert Eagle, and walked out of the lab. He had failed his mission. The Tyrant had been destroyed, and his troops had all been killed. His HCF superiors would not be pleased. However, the mission was not a total loss, Wesker had obtained combat data on the Tyrant Omega. Anyway, if Wesker could destroy it, the Tyrant could hardly be the "Ultimate Bio-weapon". If his superiors disagreed, Wesker was sure that he could "Persuade" them to see otherwise. Wesker grinned as he continued towards the helicopter.
Meanwhile, in the destroyed lab, the broken body of Chris Redfield opened its eyelids to reveal eyes like those of Wesker and of the Tyrant. A small amount of the virus from the Tyrant's blood had entered a cut on his body. Chris stood, miraculous healed by the virus. At last he had the strength to fight Wesker on equal terms.
THE END.
Wesker walked through the laboratory, the troops following close behind. The door had obviously been sealed, but a C4 charge had soon dealt with that. A few zombiefied scientists were wandering around the room. When they saw the HCF squad, they advanced towards them, driven by their longing for human flesh. A few bursts of AR-15 fire soon put them out of their misery.
In a large glass tube at the far side of the room stood a giant clawed figure, enveloped in a purple fluid. Wesker walked over to it, and turned to his men. "The Tyrant Omega.", he intoned "It is the latest, and most advanced version of the Tyrant bioweapon. It is also the reason why we are here."
As Wesker and his men prepared for transportation of the creature, a metal locker in the antechamber opened. Chris Redfield stepped out, and stretched. He had entered the complex with the animal rights protesters, with the intention of destroying the Tyrant before the abomination could be used by the Umbrella corporation. When several of the protestors had complained of feeling itchy, he had hidden in the locker. The massive horde of zombies that they had become had trapped Chris in the locker. When he had heard the roar of the minigun, he had peeked through a crack to look out. "Wesker!" he thought, "He must be here to steal the Tyrant! I have to stop him!" When Wesker and the soldiers had entered the lab, Chris vacated the locker, and checked his Mini-Uzi. He then followed Wesker into the laboratory.
Chris was carrying C4 plastic explosive, with the intention of destroying the Tyrant with it. The problem would be getting close enough to use it. He saw that the soldiers were clustered around the Tyrant's stasis capsule. They had assembled a kind of trolley, and they were about to lower the capsule onto it. Now was the time to act. Chris levelled his weapon, and opened fire. A Mini-Uzi might be easily concealable, but it is very inaccurate at long range. Many of the bullets aimed at the soldiers went wide. Of those that hit, most were stopped by the soldiers' body armour, but a couple of the soldiers were hit in the head, and died immediately. Hearing the gunfire, Wesker turned, and saw Chris at the other side of the room. "SHOOT HIM!" he shouted. As the remnants of the HCF squad opened up with their assault rifles, Chris dodged to the side, and hid behind a metal workbench. His weapon was empty. Chris reloaded, reached around the side of the bench, and fired a long burst.
Wesker drew his Desert Eagle. He took careful aim, and fired. The bullet hit the Mini-Uzi, the impact breaking the firing pin. Chris was now unarmed and helpless. Wesker removed his dark glasses, and ordered, "See to the Tyrant. I'll take care of this scum!" Transfixed by Wesker's strange glowing eyes, the Corporal stammered "Y-Yes sir!", and turned to continue preparing the Tyrant capsule for transport. As he looked upon the Tyrant, he noticed several bullet holes in the glass capsule. The purple fluid was draining out of the holes. Without the presence of the fluid, the Tyrant would not remain in stasis much longer. The Corporal turned, to see Captain Wesker charging towards the intruder at unbelievable speeds. Wesker reached Chris, and began to hit him, hard. Without breaking his rhythm of punches, Wesker calmly said, "Remember the last time we met, Chris? I said that the next time we crossed paths, I'd kill you." Wesker still bore the scar from their last encounter, and he wanted revenge.
"Sir!" shouted the Corporal, "We might have a problem!" He turned once again to the Tyrant. Almost all of the fluid was gone now. Suddenly, the Tyrant's eyelids flicked open, revealing eyes just like Wesker's. "Shit! Run!" shouted the Corporal. Those were his last words. The Tyrant's giant claw burst through the side of the capsule, impaling the unfortunate soldier. The Tyrant broke its way out of the container, and shook its claw, ripping the Corporal in two. As the beast stood, Wesker turned around, leaving a breathless, badly bruised Chris on the floor. Seeing the giant monstrosity rising from the capsule, he shouted "NOOO! Not again! Shoot it! Shoot it before it's too late!" Genuine fear showed in Wesker's eyes, as inhuman as they were. Wesker had no wish to repeat his last encounter with a Tyrant. Obeying his orders, the remaining soldiers opened fire, but the AR-15 bullets had little effect on the beast, which started to advance towards them. Seeing that Private Ramirez was among the fallen, one of the soldiers grabbed the GMG from his corpse, and began blasting the Tyrant with it. The Tyrant continued to advance, but after five rounds, it stumbled, and fell. The soldiers clustered around the fallen giant.
Wesker suddenly remembered something. The Tyrant Omega was created from the Tyrant -002. The same Tyrant as from the Spencer lab. That Tyrant had fallen as if dead then had risen with even greater strength and resilience. Maybe this Tyrant would too. "Get away from it!" he shouted, "It might not be dead!" "Of course it's dead." replied one of the soldiers, "Nothing could have survived that." As the soldier was saying these words, Wesker saw the Tyrant twitch. "Run, you fools!" he shouted, "It moved!" Wesker drew his Desert Eagle. The soldiers started to run away, but the Tyrant had already reached full strength. It sprang to its feet, and ran after the soldiers. The beast was now moving as fast as Wesker himself could sprint. It reached the soldiers in a split second, and ripped them to shreds with its claw. The Tyrant turned, and looked at Wesker. Wesker raised his gun, and began to fire. The Tyrant was hit in the head by a whole 9-bullet clip, but it kept coming. Enraged by the pain, the beast charged. Wesker turned and ran. He could barely keep ahead of the creature, so, thinking desperately, he ran over to where Chris was. He grabbed Chris, and threw him into the Tyrant's path. The Tyrant stopped, smashed Chris aside with its giant claw, then started running again. Meanwhile, Wesker had reached the pile of corpses on the floor. He grabbed the GMG, aimed it at the Tyrant, and emptied the entire stock of grenade rounds in one long burst. Hit by such a large number of grenades, the tyrant faltered, giving Wesker enough time to take the remaining C4 charges from Ramirez' corpse. He primed one, and threw it at the Tyrant. He detonated it, knocking the Tyrant back with the blast. He squeezed all the remaining C4 into one large wad, inserted a detonator, and ran towards the Tyrant. He had no time to reload his weapon, so he threw his combat knife at the Tyrant's head. Luckily, the blade buried itself deeply in the Tyrant's eye, distracting the monster. Wesker dashed past the Tyrant, slapping the C4 onto its back as he went. Wesker quickly took cover behind a workbench, and detonated the C4 bomb. An enormous explosion rocked the workbench which Wesker had taken cover behind. Burnt chunks of flesh rained from the air. The Tyrant's great claw crashed to the floor inches from Wesker's position. Wesker stood, and saw that the Tyrant was no more.
Wesker picked up an AR-15 from a fallen soldier, reloaded the AR-15 and his Desert Eagle, and walked out of the lab. He had failed his mission. The Tyrant had been destroyed, and his troops had all been killed. His HCF superiors would not be pleased. However, the mission was not a total loss, Wesker had obtained combat data on the Tyrant Omega. Anyway, if Wesker could destroy it, the Tyrant could hardly be the "Ultimate Bio-weapon". If his superiors disagreed, Wesker was sure that he could "Persuade" them to see otherwise. Wesker grinned as he continued towards the helicopter.
Meanwhile, in the destroyed lab, the broken body of Chris Redfield opened its eyelids to reveal eyes like those of Wesker and of the Tyrant. A small amount of the virus from the Tyrant's blood had entered a cut on his body. Chris stood, miraculous healed by the virus. At last he had the strength to fight Wesker on equal terms.
THE END.
