Chapter 6
Wesker was in midair as the explosion occurred, showering
him with bits of gore and flesh from the exploding Tyrant. The metahuman
slammed into he ground a moment later, courtesy of one of berserk Tyrant's
slams.
Wesker rose quickly, to see the berserk Tyrant charging
once more, even faster than he could move. Its clawed arm slashed, and Wesker
went flying again, this time accompanied by another sharp pain in his left leg.
Unfortunately, he landed on that leg as he hit the floor, sending a stunning
blast of suffering up his leg.
"Broken," he muttered as he tried to rise, only
to not be able to. Wesker glanced up at the berserk Tyrant as it spun towards
him. It was then that he realized that the next charge would finish him, the
Tyrant's claws tearing him apart. Frantically, Wesker scanned the area for
something, anything he could use as a weapon.
Wesker spotted a corpse nearby, not a zombie but a truly
dead man, clad in the armor and helmet of an Umbrella Secret Security Patrol
Team officer. He was still clutching his submachine gun.
"I need this more than you do," Wesker
muttered, prying the weapon loose from the corpse as the Tyrant charged again.
He spun the submachine gun around and opened fire.
The steady chatter of the submachine gun was accompanied
by bursts of blood from the berserk Tyrant's body as it took the automatic fire
to its chest. Rapidly, the thing's torso went from white to a mixture of white
and red as tiny rivers of blood trickled down its length. But if the Tyrant
felt it, it didn't show it.
Wesker shifted his aim, pointing the submachine gun
higher. Rounds walked their way up the Tyrant's torso until they began taking
the monster in the neck. One bullet struck it in the mouth, knocking several
teeth loose. That must have gotten its attention; the tyrant flinched for a
moment, stopping in place for a second.
Then the submachine gun ran dry, and Wesker tossed it
aside. He turned to the dead SSPT trooper and grabbed his sidearm as the tyrant
roared and began to charge.
Wesker felt a moment of appreciation at the soldier's
fine choice of weaponry; it was a .50AE Desrt Eagle, a very nice, and very
powerful, handgun. Hopefully it could stop this thing . . . .
The Eagle jumped in Wesker's hands as he fired, and the
heavy magnum rounds tore into the Tyrant. Its stopped momentarily, seeming
surprised at the power in that huge handgun, and Wesker pointed the Eagle up
higher, centering it on the tyrant's face.
Eyes, go for the eyes!
Wesker fired in rapid succession, six more magnum rounds
punching into the Tyrant's face, blood flying everywhere. The monster roared,
and began thrashing about mindlessly. Fountains of blood erupted from its face,
and more importantly, from its eyes. Even if Wesker had failed to hit the eyes,
the monster was likely blinded by its own blood.
Satisfied that the Tyrant was stopped for now, Wesker
began to crawl away as quickly as he could.
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Batman and the rest of the Batclan managed to run far
enough from the Tyrant to evade the effects of the explosion, but were still
splattered by the smoldering flesh.
"Damn. Now I gotta pay another trip to the
drycleaners..." Nightwing grumbled, as he brushed away the stains on his
suit and wiped his hands on Robin, who slapped him on the back of the head.
"Stop it." Batman snapped. Nightwing and Robin
obeyed immediately. No one likes to piss off the Dark Knight, especially not on
the job.
"So should we attack now?" Batgirl asked, as
Wesker flew yet again from a blow from the Tyrant.
"No." Batman replied. "Even the four of us
may be unable to take them both down at the same time."
"We got to let them beat the crap out of each other
first." Nightwing continued happily. The Batclan watched as Wesker
struggled to rise, the supercharged Tyrant still charging towards him.
"Wait for my signal." Batman told his clan.
Batman was about to command a charge when Wesker grabbed a submachine gun from
a corpse and opened fire on the Tyrant. Although its body had changed color, it
showed no signs of slowing down. The constant stream of machine gun fire could
be heard as Wesker emptied round after round into the Tyrant.
When the machine gun ran out of ammunition, Batman
watched to see what Wesker had up his sleeve next. Batman did not wanting to
interfere until he was sure they had done as much damage to each other as
possible.
Wesker grabbed a handgun and fired straight into the face
of the Tyrant at point blank range, sending blood spraying all over the place.
The Tyrant began to thrash wildly, breaking tables, chairs and computers in its
way. In the corner of his eye, Batman spied Wesker crawling away from the
chaos.
"Bring the creature down. I'm going for
Wesker." Batman ran after Wesker, as the rest of the Batclan surrounded
the Tyrant. Batgirl went in, flipping the huge killing machine onto the ground,
and pinned it to the ground with the aid of Robin as Nightwing dropped a
Batgrenade down its throat.
"SCRAMBLE!!!" Nightwing yelled, as he
somersaulted away from the exploding Tyrant. Robin and Batgirl did the same, as
once again another Tyrant exploded from the inside.
BANG!
Batman's scream pierced the cold night air at the same
moment that the gunshot rang.
"NOOO!!" Nightwing shouted, when he turned
towards the sound of the gunshot, to see Batman lying on the ground, blood
trickling from his head.
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Wesker ran. Well, no, it couldn't accurately be called a
"run". It was more of a "really fast hobble punctuated by
falling down and cursing." The injured man still clutched the Desert
Eagle, and laughed at how fortune had blessed him today. Not only had he
survived three Tyrants and was escaping with the samples, but Batman himself
was dead. Or, at least, Wesker hoped so; that gunshot wound looked pretty
nasty, though the pain Wesker was in now had thrown his aim off somewhat.
But Wesker had no illusions as to his safety. With the
Tyrants dead there was nothing between him and the remainder of Batman's little
band. He'd had enough trouble with just Batman and Nightwing. Nightwing
combined with Robin and Batgirl would be too much for the injured Wesker to
handle. He needed to lose them.
"Noooo!" came a cry from behind, and Wesker
smiled again. Doubtless the intrepid heroes had found their fallen leader.
Wesker hurried on, falling down again and cursing.
Then, he heard the sound of pounding feet. Damn. Likely
Nightwing and his cronies. Wesker had to lose them. But where?
The zombies! Yes! That would be perfect. There was a
zombie containment room just ahead. He'd simply open the doors and let the
virus carriers have fun with Batman's people.
Wesker rounded a corner, smiling at the thought of
unleashing the zombies. Once they were loose, he'd just need to get to the
elevator and get to the roof. A helicopter was waiting for his signal, and-
-Wesker was shocked out of his thoughts as a zombie fell
on him. Crap! He'd forgotten; the containment doors had been left open already!
Wesker batted the carrier away, grimacing as a wave of
stench washed over him. He saw more of the undead, turning to face him down the
corridor. Another lurched for Wesker, and he punched it hard in the face, smashing
its skull into mush as it flew back into several more zombies.
More lurched forward, and growling, Wesker fired his
handgun, blowing apart their skulls with the Desert Eagle's heavy slugs. He
managed to clear a path, and was acutely aware that the pounding of chasing
feet were behind him as he hobbled through, almost falling again. The wall of
undead closed around him, attempting to swallow the injured man in their midst,
when he broke free and escaped. The pitiful wailing of the hungry zombies could
be heard behind him, followed by immense cursing as Nightwing, Robin, and
Batgirl found the undead between them and their murderous quarry.
Wesker reached an elevator at the end of the hall, and
turned back the see the Batclan round the corner. He spotted them just over the
heads of the zombies as the undead attacked. Wesker saluted them with his good
arm, smiling as the elevator descended. With another cheery "bing!"
the doors opened, and Wesker moved to escape. The doors closed, and the
elevator began to ascend.
