Dante
The Nemesis lashed at Dwayne with one of it's many tentacles but Dwayne being the only member of the group with no wounds dodged it quickly though he knew he was about to get some.
Dwayne capped off a shot with his Magnum. The bullet hit Nemesis over the left part of it's now exposed chest. The Nemesis was knocked back slightly by the force as one leg was pulled off of the ground but it still continued it's advance.
Jarred and Winsor also began firing but it seemed that the Nemesis was only interested with Dwayne not forgetting that shot on the road.
Vanessa, Winsor and Jarred had had their more powerful weapons stripped of them too. It was almost as if Piers had a grudge on Dwayne.
Why me? I don't even know Piers.
The Nemesis swung at Dwayne and caught him with the tentacle on the shoulder lashing through his clothes and flesh leaving a gash over is shoulder.
Dwayne fired again, this one caught Nemesis dead on the forehead and it fell over backwards and landed on it's back holding it's face.
Dwayne didn't have any time to feel proud though as the Nemesis was soon getting up. Dwayne stopped that as another Magnum bullet connected with the side of the Nemesis's head knocking back down in pain.
Dwayne shot it once more in the stomach as the Nemesis lay their in a pool of it's own discolored blood unable to get up.
"He did it," Vanessa said watching Dwayne stand over the Nemesis with the Magnum aimed straight at it's temple.
"Night Night," Dwayne said smirking as he pulled the trigger.
Click.
"Shit!" Dwayne said reaching for the ammo and mentally kicking himself for forgetting to reload. But the Nemesis pulled it's strength from out no where as it grabbed Dwayne in it's tentacles just after he finished re-loading.
The Nemesis raised Dwayne high in it's grasp and brought him down with sickening force onto the ground.
Dwayne felt his ribs brake as he hit the floor, his breath was taking away from him but he didn't get the chance to get it back as once again the Nemesis raised Dwayne high ready to deliver the finishing move.
"That's It! I'm not gonna sit back and watch anymore!" Jarred roared as he sprang forwards and fired at the Nemesis with his weapon though little damage was done.
Vanessa and Winsor followed and began firing at the Nemesis.
The Nemesis roared in rage and struck down all three of them in one swipe before it once again prepared to finish off Dwayne.
But as the Nemesis raised it's hand the load felt quite light and the Nemesis realized that during the skirmish with Winsor, Vanessa and Jarred, it had let go of Dwayne.
Before it had a chance see where Dwayne went it was met by a Magnum shot to the back of the head, knocking it onto the ground.
Dwayne fired the remainder of his shots as he walked forward, the Nemesis was pinned down under the constant fire and a tremendous rage was built up inside it.
But it never had the chance to vent it's rage as Dwayne quickly reloaded and fired 6 shots right into th back of the Nemesis's head as Dwayne stood over it.
On the final shot, the Nemesis's head exploded in a mass of flesh and blood.
"Gotcha!" Dwayne said before the adrenaline left him and his wounds caught up with him.
Dwayne collapsed to the ground with a thud as he held his ribs in pain.
"Dwayne!" Vanessa said rushing to him with Winsor and Jarred.
Vanessa supported Dwayne's head as blood dribbled out the corner of his mouth onto her lap.
"I'm fine..just some scratches," Dwayne said trying to sit up but collapsing again to the ground.
"Well done Dwayne," Jarred said "I had my doubts about you but you proved me wrong."
Jarred extended his hand to Dwayne who in turn raised his hand and they shook hands.
"You sure you're okay?" Winsor asked noticing the blood oozing from Dwayne's wound.
"Well, maybe fine is an exaggeration but I should be good to go in a sec," Dwayne answered as his head fell loosely to the side.
"We better get some F-Aid anyway," Vanessa said looking around the area in vain as their medical supplies had been taking away from them all.
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"That little bastard!" Piers said as he noticed the Nemesis had been defeated. "The Nemesis defeated! By a little child!!"
"Eh Sir, what now?" the nervous guard who was named Trevor said flinching at his bosses anger.
"Have those three battle some Bandersnatches!" Piers answered still not taking his eyes from the monitor.
"But bring that one to me!" Piers said pointing to Dwayne on the monitor.
"His face is familiar," Piers said lowering his brows in thought.
"Oh and, patch him up, I need him at full strength for what I have in stored for him."
"Y-Yes sir."
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15 guards entered the feeding pen with their guns aimed at their members.
"Drop em!" one said.
As instructed the gang of youths dropped their weapons and kicked them towards the soldiers.
2 carried Dwayne away.
Jarred stepped forward to stop them but Winsor held him back.
5 broke away from the crew aiming at Winsor, Vanessa and Jarred and kicked the Nemesis's body towards a disposal hatch which opened as they pushed a button next to the hatch.
They left after kicking the weapons back to Winsor, Jarred and Vanessa.
Vanessa cuddled into Jarred's arm as all Winsor could do was look on and think of Nathan.
Please be okay Nathan.
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The Nemesis's body lay lifeless in a pool of water, however the water had been contaminated with the T-Virus which began to revitalize the Nemesis's body, mutating it, reviving it.
Claire Redfield
Winsor stopped thinking about Nathan and looked closely around their new surroundings. It was horrifying life-like to that of a small city. The buildings were models of course, just hollow and empty inside. Winsor sighed.
I should have left them when I had the chance, but now I'm here with, with "these people". We are not going to get out of here alive. Game over.
A voice inside her argued to think positive, but the voice quickly died down when she heard something opening.
"That doesn't sound good," Vanessa said. "They put something else here."
Jarred quickly looked around and looked closely at the "city block". They were maybe eight feet away from walking into it. "Alright. Let's just stay together. Maybe we can find an exit-"
Winsor couldn't control the emotions that sprung forth. "Exit? How? We don't know what the fuck they just released and if you look around there is only one way in and out and it's locked!"
"Hey! Listen, if we go through this city thing, we might find another exit. You heard that door open. That means there are more than one way out," Jarred said trying to be positive.
"Yeah and something came out of that exit," Winsor barked back angrily.
"We can avoid it. We can even kill it. We have the ammunition and the ammo. Let's just get out of here and find the others," Vanessa pleaded.
Jarred nodded, but Winsor knew he would. Because it was her. He cared about her. Nathan cared about Winsor, but it can't, won't work out. Never. She was never to be with these people. She hated them and that was all that she needed to remind herself of the reasons why. They cared and that made them weak and foolish; it made her foolish.
Winsor started to jog away toward the city model. There were real streets, streetlights, and buildings, but no one would ever live here.
Only die here.
"Win-Sam! Slow down! We have to be careful," Jarred yelled.
Winsor turned her head at them. Both were following her and she angrily aimed her gun at them. They stopped running at the site with surprised expressions.
"Don't you dare follow me. Ever since I was with "your kind" I have been hurt and worse. I was better off on my own," Winsor said in gritted teeth. "I don't need you assholes to get me killed."
"Sam-" Jarred started, but Winsor cut him off.
"Don't call me by my first name!"
Vanessa looked pissed. "Oh really? You think you will survive on your own? What about Nathan and the others?"
"Fuck the others! They are probably dead right now as we speak. I have survived on my own all my life and nothing like this shit happened until I was with you people. I don't give a shit about what happens to you people or to Nathan! I-I-"
-And Winsor took off away from them, warm tears streaking down her cheek. It was the truth. It had to be the truth. She wanted to hate all of them.
And be like David? He left Nathan to die...
No, no she wasn't another asshole like him. He had been right about leaving people behind. She had always did. But deep down in her heart she knew she was lying. She did care for the others and Nathan. She just didn't know how to show it...
Piers grinned at the drama unfolding on the monitor. After the boy was taken away to the infirmary, he kept an eye on the other three as he let out the three remaining bandersnatchs. Each coming from a cell on the side of the wall in the far corner of the city. The city. What a beautiful hunting ground since the city had already been filled with the hunters, each stalking human prey.
He watched and heard the argument between one girl and the guy and the other one. Vanessa? He couldn't quite remember, but guessed the other one was Samantha. He watched as the girl lost it and felt that she was close to Nathan somehow. A girlfriend, maybe but that seemed to change quick. He loved how she pointed her gun at them and then ran off. It was beautiful; they were all starting to separate and bicker.
And they will die. All in terrible, painful deaths as will that traitor.
Markenson would die too. He, everyone who betrayed him. The soldiers, the scientists, the children, all of them by his hands.
He looked at the monitors at the different scenes of the building. Two bandersnatchs were around the city, but nowhere near Samantha. One was walking in the direction of the other two. Nathan was watching his father as he was probably waking up. Markenson and Ryan were walking in the hallways, Ryan at gunpoint. He saw David, Alex, and another person also there but in a different area. All looked like they were going to accomplish something, but Piers knew they would fail.
He looked at the "city" monitor again. If these kids killed the Nemesis...No, no he had a backup. There were four hunters in their cages along with a licker. And even in case, though Piers doubted they would kill the monsters, a gulp worm buried in its underground cage beneath the city. There would be no way in the hell the kids would survive that. If they had met up with the gravedigger, they would have been dead then. But the Nemesis...
It was in the past.
This is my future.
He slowly picked up the files of the children and started to read them starting with Samantha Winsor. Winsor. It did sound familiar, but faintly. Maybe he sent them to Europe to work in the headquarters. Why would they leave their daughter? He sighed and threw the file down. He got out of his chair and started to head toward the file cabinet. He had to see if it was a coincidence. Hell, he might as well also see about David's file and Markenson's and the boy in the infirmary when he gets the chance. Maybe there was something he overlooked about him and the girl...
Dr.William Birkin
David stopped at the corner of the antiseptically clean hallway. mp5a2 raised and loaded. "David...are we lost..?" Alex said quietly, looking at him. "Huh?? Lost??! Um..um....no, we aren't..how can you even imply that, I'm leading us right? Don't you trust me??" he said, nervously trying to reassure her. "Oh great, were lost and Mr. Pseudo commando over here is busy trying to look tough for his girlfriend...why couldn't I have been in the gas chamber..." said John, glancing back down the hall at the corner they had just come from. "OK OK WE'RE LOST..HAPPY NOW?! Damn...ok look, we need to retrace our steps and try and find another route or..something...". The sound of a bandersnatches fleshy loping steps was heard. "Great.....just great..". The orange nightmares appeared as if from nowhere, headed for Alex.
Alexandra's screams echoed off the walls as the creature pinned her to the floor, its elastic grip encircling her neck, it began to roar in an exclamatory note of victory. The next sound echoing down the corridor was that of gunfire, David depressed the trigger on the mp5a2, spraying 9mm parabellum ammunition at the monstrosity, blood splattering as it fell backwards, writhing in agony. David walked directly up to the convulsing body, raking it with another spray of gunfire, until the magazine emptied itself. "GOD DAMNIT....NOW I'M PISSED..." he said, yelling to no one in particular but hoping Markenson could hear him through some concealed surveillance device, "YOU HEAR ME.....I'VE HAD IT OK! YOU WANTED TO KILL ME, THAT WAS FINE, YOU WANTED TO KILL THE OTHERS..OK..I COULD GO WITH THAT...BUT WHEN ONE OF YOUR NIGHTMARISH LAB RATS TOUCHES HER!" he yelled, gesturing at Alex with the smoking submachine gun. "THAT'S WHERE I DRAW THE LINE OK?! YOU HEAR ME 'SIR'!???? I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN LIKE AN ANIMAL MARKENSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" David's angry cries echoed down the hallway, the adrenaline fueled rage passing slowly. Slowly, he turned to face Alexandra, "Are you ok?? Alexandra didn't say anything, instead rushing over to hug him and silently sobbing into his shoulder, the stench and rubbery feel of the creatures arm just reminding her of the living hell they were all in...
Markenson smiled, watching the monitor, genuinely beginning to respect and admire the traitor. Markenson thought of the future prospects at his disposal, Piers is dead..I call the shots now....we don't even need to kill Sunderland, just persuade him that if he comes back to us we can protect that girl...yes, this is all falling into place.. Markenson then remembered the augmentation Piers had received, but, he was secure in his knowledge that Piers was not the only person in the facility with supernaturally adept reflexes. Markensons eyes glinted a mysterious, almost artificial red, the veins of his eyes swelling in the light of the monitors. He had learned to deal with the side effects of the augmentations long ago, and was free to deliver that pain onto those who opposed him....
Carlos Oliveira
Nathan stared at the tank. His fathers mutated form ripping through the glass with ease. Nathan took off running. It was all he could do. After all he had no gun, no explosives, only a lighter and a pack of smokes. He ducked behind small building and lit a smoke trying to calm down and think. He was defenseless and in serious trouble. Nothing made any sense. Why was Piers so intent on using his father to kill him? The only reason he could think of was that Piers was fucked up in a bad way! Tensing as Judgment tore by he leapt away and started running. Ahead was a door. He launched himself against it and with a shudder it busted open as did his wounded shoulder. He winced in pain as he fell down but fear pushed him up and running again. After a few turns he realized he'd made a serious mistake. It' seemed like he was in a maze,...with Judgment blocking the exit!
Taking another left he came to a door. Turning the handle slowly he found himself in another dark hallway. Feeling he was through he thought he heard something and stopped. Listening he hear the relentless footsteps of the creature as it tore through the maze searching for him. Suddenly there was light ahead of him and a hunter danced down the passageway after him. Nathan took off back the way he came and almost ran smack into Judgment but at the last second dove sliding between it's legs and rolling to his feet he took off again. The hunter leaping at the creature who with one fluid motion caught it in midair and broke it in two. Roaring it's terrible roar it turned and sped away after Nathan once again. (Great! Not only the freak to worry about but Hunters too! Some guys get all the luck!!) he thought as he opened another door and took off around another corner. Passing what looked like a tunnel with a metal door at the end. Taking a chance he ran for it. Pushing the handle to his surprise it opened. Leaning back against it he slowed his breathing and waited. For now he was safe,...but for how long? He didn't know.