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.