Disclaimer: I don't own resident evil or its characters.
Duck: after going over this I may have gone to fare with some parts, so if you think I went overboard place let me know and I'll try to tone it down in later chapters. On the other hand if you think I should increase the violence and gore levels then place tell me, all reviews are welcome (even flames).
Chapter 1: last rights
In an ally, somewhere in a place called New Raccoon City a man in a lab coat stood staring in horror at the shadowy figure of a creature that was like nothing he had ever seen. The creature's body was humanoid but it seemed to be disproportional, its chest was three feet across and it stood over seven feet tall maybe eight feet. Its arms stretched to its knee area its legs where certainly muscular enough to separate its huge build but its head seemed to small, in fact its head was the only think that looked like it wasn't oversized. There was a huge blaze behind the creature from what the man assumed was a car accident, "Doctor.you have something I want." the creature said in a deep throaty voice.
One week earlier.
Rebecca Chambers sat silently on a passenger train, she hated trains but she had no chose, she had to get to this place they called New Raccoon City. She glanced out the window tightening her grip on the combat knife that she now cared with her everywhere, "I can't believe they've dun it.re- building Raccoon City, their made." Rebecca whispered to herself. The train screeched to a holt at the station and the passengers got off in an orderly fashion, all except Rebecca who was uneasy about going to the center of a place she had tried so hared to escape. As she slowly walked to the exit of the train images of the undead flashed in her mind, "it can't happen again, even if they did build this damn city over the old one." she stated. After leaving the train, there was a sense of foreboding about the city, like the buildings knew that they where build to a graveyard all be it their where no bodies under the ground.
Rebecca could feel a strange sort of uneasiness surrounding every aspect of the city, from the mood in the air too the fact that the whole city was build inside a crater. That last bit was the hardest to shrug off; everywhere you looked you where reminded of that fact, why anyone would want to live here was a complete mystery to her. She fumbled around in her pocket and removed a pace of paper, "excuse me can you tell me how to get to.Tyron laboratories?" she asked a rather executive looking man as she wondered the unfamiliar. The man thought for a moment then pointed to a street sine, "well, if you go down that street there until you get to a sine that says, 'Smith's suits and things' take a left then you can't miss it. Why do you want to go there? You're to purity to be one of those science types." He added with a smile. Rebecca ignored the transparent complement and continued on to here destination.
Mean while.
In Tyron laboratories to men where having a heated argument, "how dare you criticize my work you insignificant fool!" the younger of the to shouted angrily. The older man, about 40 something, leaned over the desk that the younger man was siting behind, "how could you even think of continuing those psychopath's works?" he questioned. The older man was completely bold, ware thick glasses, a brown suit and a lab coat. The other man was at most eighteen and ware a pare of black trousers, lab coat and odd shoes. The younger man's lab coat was exactly the same as the older man's but the older man's coat had a nametag, which read 'Dr Grim'.
The younger man leaned forward in his seat, "one of those psychopaths, as you so quaintly put it, was my father. Moreover, they where all respected colleges and I wont allow you to insult their memories, now get out." The younger man said calmly and coldly. The younger man was a site to behold; his bare torso showing from under his open lab coat and his shoes that seemed to be high heals. They had three heals, one at the back and to at ether side of the heal, and where elevated off the ground slightly but not enough to classify them as high heals. Overlooking the way he dressed, his appearance was odd as well, his hair was completely white and his skin was a sickly gray sort of colour that made him look rather unhealthy.
At Smith's.
Rebecca read the sine above the shop, "well here's Smith's so Tyron labs should be right down here." Rebecca stated to herself as she started down the street. Shore enough, there was a place with a sine the read, Tyron laboratories inc. and so she proceeded in to the building. There she was met by a large security guard, "can I help you? Yes, I'm Rebecca Chambers.I'm here to." the security guard started to walk away before Rebecca had a chance to finish. The security guard sat behind a control panel and typed in a password, then a door to the far right of the lobby opened, "right through there, Miss Chambers." The guard stated blankly. The door lead to a long strait corridor that was decorated with paintings, as she prepared to enter the corridor a skinny man in a security guard uniform slowly walked up to her. He stopped short of a couple of feet from her, "ah, are you a hooker?" he asked in a natural tone of voice. Understandably this was a shock for Rebecca; she gave herself a look to see if it was her cloves that had prompted this question. No, it couldn't be my cloves, she thought; she had a pare of jeans and a black tank top on, it was a casual outfit but still not enough too sagest she was a prostitute. She glared at the security guard, "no I bloody will am not!" she said in a forceful and slightly angered tone, at which point the guard backed off slightly, "hey, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just in all the time I've worked here I've only seen two people go down that corridor, the boss and Dr Grim. Come to think of it Dr Grim only went down there today, and some days the boss stays down there for days on end. I just thought that maybe the big guy decided he deserved a little reward for his hared work and.ordered out, if you know what I mean?" the guard said with a suggestive wink.
Again Rebecca ignored this comment, entered the corridor, and as she cleared the doorway the door closed behind her. The paintings on the walls where slightly disturbing, there was one of an inhuman eye that seemed to follow here as she past it and another of a creature with mouths all over it's body. They seemed to be images of the creatures that once plagued the streets of old Raccoon City, as she struggled to ignore the horrors both on the walls and in here memories she didn't realize that the corridor had ended. Rebecca was shunted from her thoughts by the sound of a door opining in front of her and a bold man walking past her, "oh that's just great." she stated to herself as she looked down the spiral stare case.
The stairs where unbelievable, they seemed to go on forever and the stairs where completely in closed in a cylinder, "a good think I'm not claustrophobic." she said to herself. The feeling of foreboding had been steadily growing to a sense of doom the closer to the bottom she got. Then finally she made it to the foot of the stairs and a door greeted her there. The door slide upwards and revealed a large room, "so glade you could make it, Miss Chambers" said the strange young man behind the desk directly in front of her. She walked to the desk and sat in the seat provided; the man sat in a leather seat that was typical of big executive offices and as for the desk if was nothing special. Except for a porcelain doll on a stand on the left-hand corner of the desk that was dressed in a long black dress and had shoulder length blond hair. The office had a high sealing and long walls but it was hared to make them out because there was only one light on in the office that was directly in the center of the room. The man leaned forward slightly, "do you like it? My doll I mean." He said as Rebecca realized she was staring at it, "I collect them you see. I have at least a hundred by now but this was my first.it was made to resemble an old colleague of mine, may she rest in peace." The man continued.
Rebecca was going to ask about this colleague of his, just to make conversation, but that last part was clearly an indication that she had died, "excuses me Mr.place, call me Tyron. Ah, Tyron.but what am I doing here?" she asked at which point Tyron leaned back into the shadows and clasped his hands on the desk. This made Rebecca even more nervous; "you are here because you and I have something in common. We have both been to the original Raccoon City.and survived." Tyron stated.
One hour later.
Rebecca stood silently in the street outside the building she had just been in, ".I wonder if you could survive again." The words where repeating in her head, what did he mean when he said that? This was the question that made the strange feeling she had since she arrived here seem so clear, "he wouldn't." she said aloud as the thought crossed her mind.
Tyron laboratories.
Tyron stood admiring something in a glass tube, "soon my children you will be ready to great the New World." Tyron said as he placed his had lovingly on the cold glass. At the other end of the research lab, Dr Grim glanced back and fourth from his notes and the strange young man with a worried expression on his face. Dr Grim placed his notes in his desk drawer and left the lab, as he left he gave the young man one final look before exiting.
Tyron, who had ether not noticed Dr Grim or simply didn't care that he was giving him strange looks, continued to cares the glass in an overly affectionate manner. When he was finished with the glass tube, he proceeded to the very back of the lab; there was a words carved on the bare wall which read, 'eternal tyrant'. Tyron smiled as he read the words on the wall, the meaning of this phrase giving him endless plusher, "let the apocalypse begin." he stated as the walked briskly from the far wall to the exit.
Three days later.
Rebecca sat on the bed of her hotel room staring at the small TV clutching her combat knife. On the TV a news reporter stood in front of the city hospital, "as you can see, the New Raccoon City hospital has been swamped with patents suffering this bizarre decease. The patents complain of nausea and strangely enough, extreme increases in appetite. We can only hope that." Rebecca switched the TV off, she knew what was happening and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Five days, it took the T-virus five days to destroy Raccoon City and this time was no different but this time it wasn't a worldwide company pulling the strings it was one man. These where the thoughts Rebecca was considering when she arrived at Tyron labs and to her surprise she discovered that the guards where under orders to let no one but her into Tyron's office. The second time she was forced to suffer the grotesque artwork and winding stairs she was to immersed in thought to be bothered by it. She reached the door and as before it opened but this time the office was empty and completely light revealing, what seemed to be Tyron's complete doll collection lining the walls of the office.
Rebecca looked around the office and found the glassy unblinking eyes of the dolls more than a little disturbing but what disturbed her more was the portrait hanging above Tyron's desk. She slowly walked to the desk but was stopped dead by the sudden sound of Tyron's voice, "welcome, no doubt you're wandering why I have a portrait of Dr Marcus on my wall. Well you see Marcus was my father, well not my biological father but he was the closest thing to a family I ever had.until you killed him!" Tyron exclaimed with a certain lack of emotion in his voice for the situation. Tyron continued, "oh, incase you can't tell this is a recorded message so don't bother asking any questions. In any case, you've no doubt been hearing about T-virus outbreaks in the city, and yes I did release the virus into the city but why? I'll tell you why.because I wish to see how long you can survive, oh and world domination as well but that comes latter. Incidentally, that door wont open again until the five-day incubation period is up but don't worry I left you plenty of food and uncontaminated drinking water. Well I will see you soon and hopefully you'll still be alive, bye bye." The message ended and door was locked, Rebecca picked up a photo from Tyron's desk. It was of him at about age thirteen and his 'father' standing in front of a glass tube that had some kind of monster in it but she couldn't tell what it was.
One day later.
The streets where littered with the dead and dyeing, the city was almost completely overrun by the undead and the monstrous mutations that Tyron had released into the city. As for Tyron himself he stood at the doors of the church that was in the south of the city, he walked in to find several people huddled in the church some praying and some grieving lost loved ones. As he walked to the front of the great hall he noticed that one little girl seemed to be just siting there waiting to die, this brought a sadistic smile to Tyron's face.
As he reached the front of the hall the priest greeted him, "welcome my son, have you come to pray with us?" he asked. Tyron flicked the shoulders of his lab coat of and aloud it to slide down his arms, "I'm no son of yours and I don't pray to any Gods." Tyron stated as he undid the belt of his trousers removed them, he stood completely nude, and "if you don't mind I will be taking the sermon today." Tyron stated as he took center stage.
Tyron looked out on the confused and somewhat angered crowd, "Armageddon is a pone us." Tyron stated with a tone of reverence in his voice, ".the dead live. The living will die and the world shale begin again. The heralds of this new age will be War." at the East Side of the city in a military base a huge creature burst out of western most wall of the base. The creature was at least 7 feet tall and was like a human body with no head, its skin was a sickly brown and covered in lumps. Its body was laced with bright purple tentacles that went in and out of its body and ended at its back near its shoulders. At the ends of its arms, where huge hands with long thin clawed fingers and the tip of the tentacle peaking out from the palm. On the back of the hand was a large lump of flesh that had bone spikes sticking out of it and one big spike that was partly out the front and partly out the back.
Tyron smiled slightly, ".the second will be Thiamin." at the mail on the West Side of the city a man was running from something when he tripped. There was a rumbling and then a creature erupted from the ground, the creature had a stubby slug like body and on the front of its body was a huge mouth. The mouth had an interlocking vertical jaw and four long mandibles, two at each corner, which made a cross over the jaw when it was closed. The creature roared at the fallen man and then an arm like thing crabbed the man be the head and pulled him closer to the mouth then the mandibles stabbed into the man as he kicked and screamed in terror. The mandibles forced him into the mouth and jaws slammed shut cutting him in half. As his legs stopped twitching, the creature swallowed his upper body and as the bulge entered the creatures body it began to deflate rapidly.
Tyron took a deep breath, the smell of smoke and rotting flesh filled his nostrils, "the third will be me, as all others are.for I am the one how created them all from myself. Yes.in my infinite wisdom I gave birth to my self in all the forms I was destined to take and thus I became my own mother. The third will be." Tyron knocked the podium out of his way and grind evilly at the confused and frightened people around him. Then his head snapped back, the white of his eyes seemed to fill with blood, and his eyes changed from a dark brown to a feral yellow and his iris became cat slit. Tyron suddenly folded in on himself and the skin on his back began to ripple like water then formed four bulges and from them sprouted insect wings. The wings where half the length of his back, they folded open doubling in length and then they started flapping, gently lifting Tyron from the ground. The skin around his waist began to tare and his legs and lower waist fell to the ground. Then six long insect legs began to push through the bloody stump of his lower body, on the ends of each of the legs where three finger like appendages. Tyron straitened and glanced at his hands that were basically the same but had small holes on the wrists and the ends of the fingers where just sharpened bones.
Tyron smiled at the trembling group of people, ".Pestilence!" he screamed and began cackling insanely. One of the spectators managed to shake off the fear long enough to make a brake for the door, unfortunately before he could get to it Tyron zipped past him and landed in front of it. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the, now frozen man; "I'm not finished with my sermon." Tyron said lightly, then leaned close to the man's face and released a purple gas from his mouth. The man fell to the floor shaking uncontrollably and as he forced himself to his hands and knees he began blooding from his ears and eyes. Then he started to vomit violently several times before coifing up a steady stream of blood and falling into the puddle of vomit and blood, dead.
Tyron buzzed past the dead man, landed at the front of the hall and took a moment to enjoy the sound of retching and whimpering, then he heard someone said, "God help us." This made him smile, "God? God has no place here; this is my domain.as if he could help you anyway." Tyron stated in a loud voice for all to hear. The priest pushed a cross in Tyron's face, "you'll burn in her for this!" he shouted before hearing an emotionless moan that came from behind him. Tyron looked over the priests shoulder, "you fool.this is HELL!" Tyron stated as the once dead man struggled to get up. Tyron grind at the sight of it, "you see the fourth and final herald shall be the tyrant that plagues all that lives. The one thing that binds all the other heralds, and is the inevitable end product of the columniation of them." Tyron extended his hand and from the hole on his wrist a liquid shot out and ignited about two inches from his wrist. The flames engulfed the priest and as he fell to the flour Tyron shook his head, "combine War, Thiamin and Pestilence you get Death. The sad thing is you don't really need the others to get Death, the true Alpha and Omega."
As the zombie began, devouring the people trapped inside the church the little girl that had coat Tyron's eye refused to follow the example of the others and run in terror. This was a curious thing as Tyron had always believed that children where the most irrational of all humans but here was a young girl that was no older than eleven apparently exception the inevitable. This was too much of a curiosity for Tyron to allow some mindless zombie to feast on; he walked up to her his legs clicking on the flour as he did. Tyron leaned in close to the girl, "why don't you run? You might make it out alive if your fast enough." He said to which she responded, "I can't run forever, better to die now and become undead than live in fear." she said sadly sighing to her self.
Tyron's office.
Rebecca sat in Tyron's chair slumped over his desk trying to get some sleep, "dame it, how could he stand those dame dolls starring at him all day?" she ground to herself. It had been almost two days and, depending on when Tyron had released the virus, Rebecca would soon be able to leave this nightmare and enter an alto familiar one outside. She sat back in Tyron's chair, "I can't believe that Marcus had a son all this time. Not that it's hard to imagine that head case is Marcus' son." Rebecca ground loudly and tried to rest.
Elsewhere in the city.
Dr Grim ran down a street clutching a breath case, "Marcus, you crazy bastard." he said to himself as he stopped to catch his breath, down the street a large group of zombies where getting closer. Dr Grim took shelter in a nearby building, "this is bad if I can't get this to the outside world then ever thing is over. There's only one chance if I fail." Dr Grim removed a small book from his coat pocket and began writing something in it. 'If you are reading this then I am dead. You must deliver the serums to the military before it's too late. There is a full explanation inside this book. The fate of the world depends on these serums, good luck.' Grim stopped wrighting and began looking for the backdoor of the building.
At the Church.
Tyron loomed over the indifferent girl, "you say you don't fear becoming a zombie, child.but I think you do." Tyron stated as he lifted the girl up and placed her a foot or two from the grizzly scene of a zombified citizen with his head logged in a dead women's chest cavity. As the sounds of the zombie eating whatever it could get in its mouth gurgled to the surface, the girl was just as came as always.
Tyron hated this, the looks of fear and revolution where what made the pointless endeavor of the zombies tolerable, "it is inevitable.as you said." the girl stated flatly. True enough this was the gist of what Tyron was ranting on about. Nevertheless, he never expected anyone to take his words to hart, "I may have a use for you." Tyron said, thinking to him self that this girl was mentally the ideal test subject. As the emotionless child watched the carnage in front of her, she suddenly became aware of something taking hold of her. She looked down and realized that Tyron's clawed legs where slowly positioning themselves around her and clutching her securely, "what are you doing?" she asked with no real interest in the answer. Tyron ignored her question and took off towards the doors of the church and his laboratory, as he swatted any zombies in his way he couldn't help but smile at the devastated city around him.
When they arrived at his lab Tyron took a moment to inspect his latest test subject; she was a plain girl with no real distinction to her. She had strawberry blond hair that was slightly matted with blood and a pail complexion that seemed to be a resent thing. Tyron imagined she probably had a healthy skin tone before the city went to hell, but this new look suited her disposition. She ware a pretty pink dress that was stained with blood which ironically made the dress look better, the blood had dripped from her hair and face and cascaded over the numeric frills on the dress creating an interesting pattern. In addition to the blood stained dress she ware a necklace with a hart shaped locket on it, in side the locket were four photo-frames that where all empty. The only notable thing about this girl, which couldn't be attributed to the horrors of the city, was that she had emerald green eyes that where especially noticeable against her pail skin.
Tyron gestured to the girl to enter the lab and she did so with no hesitation, "for future reference I need to know your name." Tyron stated matter-of-factually. As they walked down the laboratory the girl paused, "my name is.I can't remember." She said with a hint of distress in her voice, which was the first real sine of life Tyron had seen in her, "then, for the sake of my notes I shall call you.Tormentum. Or Tor for short" Tyron stated.
They arrived at a large glass tube that was just like the others they past but this one was empty, "now we can begin." Tyron stated as he began mixing coloured liquids at a nearby table. When he was finished, he pored the end product, a bright green liquid; into a strange glass double helix shaped cylinder and loaded it into a gun shaped hypodermic device. He glanced at the girl that he now knew as Tor, "tilt your head to one side and relax the muscles on your neck." he said. She did as she was told and Tyron forced the needle into her jugular. As the liquid entered her body, she could trace it moving to her brain from the cold sensation, "disrobe and get into the tank." Tyron said flatly as he typed commands into the control panel of the tank.
Tor hesitated; she had lost many things over the last four days, her memories, her vitality, her past, her will to live, and some may even say her sanity. However, she had not lost her modesty, not that she truly had anything to be modest about but still the thought of removing her cloves in front of a virtual stranger was unthinkable. As she slowly reached for the back of her dress she could feel herself blushing then she started to wonder why she was so unwilling to remove her cloves. There was no reason to be so embarrassed; this creature had, at one point been some kind of doctor and more importantly, she had to do what he said or that serum my turn her into one of those zombies.
As she inched the zip on her dress down timidly she suddenly froze, "the serum" she thought aloud but not enough to draw Tyron's attention from the panel. She continued to unzip her dress as she tried to remember what the serum would do to her, it was when the zip abruptly stopped that she realized that she had never asked. Come to think of it she didn't care at the time, so why did she care now, "maybe that's what it dose." she again thought aloud. This time catching Tyron's attention long enough for him to turn and begin to stare at her with a questioning look on his face. He was probably wondering why she was just standing there. Then Tor took a deep breath and slipped out of her bloodstained dress. She stood still for a moment as Tyron eventually stopped staring at her and turned back to the panel.
She repeated to herself that Tyron was a doctor, although she wasn't shore if he was or not, but she didn't care not about anything. She was glade that she had returned to her indifferent state. She returned to this frame of mind when she realized that the serum that she was injected with would turn her into one of the monsters in the other tanks they had past.
As she stepped into the tank and it slowly filled with a water like liquid, she looked out through the glass and noticed that Tyron was monitoring the process. This relaxed her slightly, and as the liquid reached her neck she relaxed her muscles and closed her eyes, she couldn't remember the last time she had seeped.
Tyron watched as the liquid filled the tank, "in death you will live again" he stated. It was then that he noticed the first since of budding womanhood on his test subject's body. He imagined that this was the most trying time in a young girl's life, to have your body go through radical changes is a test for anyone. In fact, he had a better understanding of this than most men did because his body had changed dramatically but he had complete control over when this would happen and he understood ever thing that was happening completely. This was very rarely the case for young girl's and this particular girl would have to cope with the drastic mutations that she would have to indoor. It will be interesting to see what she dose with her new life, Tyron considered this and also how the hormones in this girl's body will influence the virus, if at all. One final thought crossed Tyron's mind before he returned to the streets to look for more survivors, what would she have been like if all this had never happened.
Tyron's office.
Rebecca stood in front of the door to Tyron's office, eagerly awaiting it to open. Then the door suddenly sprung to life and opened, "yes.now all I have to do it get out of this dame city and I'm safe." on the last word of her sentence she stopped dead. It had suddenly occurred to her, "even if I make it out of the city alive he'll just come after me. I have to destroy that twisted freak's virus or else I might as well let those brainless zombies tare me apart." Rebecca was now at the foot of the stairs; she sighed deeply and put her foot on the first step, "no turning back."
Duck: after going over this I may have gone to fare with some parts, so if you think I went overboard place let me know and I'll try to tone it down in later chapters. On the other hand if you think I should increase the violence and gore levels then place tell me, all reviews are welcome (even flames).
Chapter 1: last rights
In an ally, somewhere in a place called New Raccoon City a man in a lab coat stood staring in horror at the shadowy figure of a creature that was like nothing he had ever seen. The creature's body was humanoid but it seemed to be disproportional, its chest was three feet across and it stood over seven feet tall maybe eight feet. Its arms stretched to its knee area its legs where certainly muscular enough to separate its huge build but its head seemed to small, in fact its head was the only think that looked like it wasn't oversized. There was a huge blaze behind the creature from what the man assumed was a car accident, "Doctor.you have something I want." the creature said in a deep throaty voice.
One week earlier.
Rebecca Chambers sat silently on a passenger train, she hated trains but she had no chose, she had to get to this place they called New Raccoon City. She glanced out the window tightening her grip on the combat knife that she now cared with her everywhere, "I can't believe they've dun it.re- building Raccoon City, their made." Rebecca whispered to herself. The train screeched to a holt at the station and the passengers got off in an orderly fashion, all except Rebecca who was uneasy about going to the center of a place she had tried so hared to escape. As she slowly walked to the exit of the train images of the undead flashed in her mind, "it can't happen again, even if they did build this damn city over the old one." she stated. After leaving the train, there was a sense of foreboding about the city, like the buildings knew that they where build to a graveyard all be it their where no bodies under the ground.
Rebecca could feel a strange sort of uneasiness surrounding every aspect of the city, from the mood in the air too the fact that the whole city was build inside a crater. That last bit was the hardest to shrug off; everywhere you looked you where reminded of that fact, why anyone would want to live here was a complete mystery to her. She fumbled around in her pocket and removed a pace of paper, "excuse me can you tell me how to get to.Tyron laboratories?" she asked a rather executive looking man as she wondered the unfamiliar. The man thought for a moment then pointed to a street sine, "well, if you go down that street there until you get to a sine that says, 'Smith's suits and things' take a left then you can't miss it. Why do you want to go there? You're to purity to be one of those science types." He added with a smile. Rebecca ignored the transparent complement and continued on to here destination.
Mean while.
In Tyron laboratories to men where having a heated argument, "how dare you criticize my work you insignificant fool!" the younger of the to shouted angrily. The older man, about 40 something, leaned over the desk that the younger man was siting behind, "how could you even think of continuing those psychopath's works?" he questioned. The older man was completely bold, ware thick glasses, a brown suit and a lab coat. The other man was at most eighteen and ware a pare of black trousers, lab coat and odd shoes. The younger man's lab coat was exactly the same as the older man's but the older man's coat had a nametag, which read 'Dr Grim'.
The younger man leaned forward in his seat, "one of those psychopaths, as you so quaintly put it, was my father. Moreover, they where all respected colleges and I wont allow you to insult their memories, now get out." The younger man said calmly and coldly. The younger man was a site to behold; his bare torso showing from under his open lab coat and his shoes that seemed to be high heals. They had three heals, one at the back and to at ether side of the heal, and where elevated off the ground slightly but not enough to classify them as high heals. Overlooking the way he dressed, his appearance was odd as well, his hair was completely white and his skin was a sickly gray sort of colour that made him look rather unhealthy.
At Smith's.
Rebecca read the sine above the shop, "well here's Smith's so Tyron labs should be right down here." Rebecca stated to herself as she started down the street. Shore enough, there was a place with a sine the read, Tyron laboratories inc. and so she proceeded in to the building. There she was met by a large security guard, "can I help you? Yes, I'm Rebecca Chambers.I'm here to." the security guard started to walk away before Rebecca had a chance to finish. The security guard sat behind a control panel and typed in a password, then a door to the far right of the lobby opened, "right through there, Miss Chambers." The guard stated blankly. The door lead to a long strait corridor that was decorated with paintings, as she prepared to enter the corridor a skinny man in a security guard uniform slowly walked up to her. He stopped short of a couple of feet from her, "ah, are you a hooker?" he asked in a natural tone of voice. Understandably this was a shock for Rebecca; she gave herself a look to see if it was her cloves that had prompted this question. No, it couldn't be my cloves, she thought; she had a pare of jeans and a black tank top on, it was a casual outfit but still not enough too sagest she was a prostitute. She glared at the security guard, "no I bloody will am not!" she said in a forceful and slightly angered tone, at which point the guard backed off slightly, "hey, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just in all the time I've worked here I've only seen two people go down that corridor, the boss and Dr Grim. Come to think of it Dr Grim only went down there today, and some days the boss stays down there for days on end. I just thought that maybe the big guy decided he deserved a little reward for his hared work and.ordered out, if you know what I mean?" the guard said with a suggestive wink.
Again Rebecca ignored this comment, entered the corridor, and as she cleared the doorway the door closed behind her. The paintings on the walls where slightly disturbing, there was one of an inhuman eye that seemed to follow here as she past it and another of a creature with mouths all over it's body. They seemed to be images of the creatures that once plagued the streets of old Raccoon City, as she struggled to ignore the horrors both on the walls and in here memories she didn't realize that the corridor had ended. Rebecca was shunted from her thoughts by the sound of a door opining in front of her and a bold man walking past her, "oh that's just great." she stated to herself as she looked down the spiral stare case.
The stairs where unbelievable, they seemed to go on forever and the stairs where completely in closed in a cylinder, "a good think I'm not claustrophobic." she said to herself. The feeling of foreboding had been steadily growing to a sense of doom the closer to the bottom she got. Then finally she made it to the foot of the stairs and a door greeted her there. The door slide upwards and revealed a large room, "so glade you could make it, Miss Chambers" said the strange young man behind the desk directly in front of her. She walked to the desk and sat in the seat provided; the man sat in a leather seat that was typical of big executive offices and as for the desk if was nothing special. Except for a porcelain doll on a stand on the left-hand corner of the desk that was dressed in a long black dress and had shoulder length blond hair. The office had a high sealing and long walls but it was hared to make them out because there was only one light on in the office that was directly in the center of the room. The man leaned forward slightly, "do you like it? My doll I mean." He said as Rebecca realized she was staring at it, "I collect them you see. I have at least a hundred by now but this was my first.it was made to resemble an old colleague of mine, may she rest in peace." The man continued.
Rebecca was going to ask about this colleague of his, just to make conversation, but that last part was clearly an indication that she had died, "excuses me Mr.place, call me Tyron. Ah, Tyron.but what am I doing here?" she asked at which point Tyron leaned back into the shadows and clasped his hands on the desk. This made Rebecca even more nervous; "you are here because you and I have something in common. We have both been to the original Raccoon City.and survived." Tyron stated.
One hour later.
Rebecca stood silently in the street outside the building she had just been in, ".I wonder if you could survive again." The words where repeating in her head, what did he mean when he said that? This was the question that made the strange feeling she had since she arrived here seem so clear, "he wouldn't." she said aloud as the thought crossed her mind.
Tyron laboratories.
Tyron stood admiring something in a glass tube, "soon my children you will be ready to great the New World." Tyron said as he placed his had lovingly on the cold glass. At the other end of the research lab, Dr Grim glanced back and fourth from his notes and the strange young man with a worried expression on his face. Dr Grim placed his notes in his desk drawer and left the lab, as he left he gave the young man one final look before exiting.
Tyron, who had ether not noticed Dr Grim or simply didn't care that he was giving him strange looks, continued to cares the glass in an overly affectionate manner. When he was finished with the glass tube, he proceeded to the very back of the lab; there was a words carved on the bare wall which read, 'eternal tyrant'. Tyron smiled as he read the words on the wall, the meaning of this phrase giving him endless plusher, "let the apocalypse begin." he stated as the walked briskly from the far wall to the exit.
Three days later.
Rebecca sat on the bed of her hotel room staring at the small TV clutching her combat knife. On the TV a news reporter stood in front of the city hospital, "as you can see, the New Raccoon City hospital has been swamped with patents suffering this bizarre decease. The patents complain of nausea and strangely enough, extreme increases in appetite. We can only hope that." Rebecca switched the TV off, she knew what was happening and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Five days, it took the T-virus five days to destroy Raccoon City and this time was no different but this time it wasn't a worldwide company pulling the strings it was one man. These where the thoughts Rebecca was considering when she arrived at Tyron labs and to her surprise she discovered that the guards where under orders to let no one but her into Tyron's office. The second time she was forced to suffer the grotesque artwork and winding stairs she was to immersed in thought to be bothered by it. She reached the door and as before it opened but this time the office was empty and completely light revealing, what seemed to be Tyron's complete doll collection lining the walls of the office.
Rebecca looked around the office and found the glassy unblinking eyes of the dolls more than a little disturbing but what disturbed her more was the portrait hanging above Tyron's desk. She slowly walked to the desk but was stopped dead by the sudden sound of Tyron's voice, "welcome, no doubt you're wandering why I have a portrait of Dr Marcus on my wall. Well you see Marcus was my father, well not my biological father but he was the closest thing to a family I ever had.until you killed him!" Tyron exclaimed with a certain lack of emotion in his voice for the situation. Tyron continued, "oh, incase you can't tell this is a recorded message so don't bother asking any questions. In any case, you've no doubt been hearing about T-virus outbreaks in the city, and yes I did release the virus into the city but why? I'll tell you why.because I wish to see how long you can survive, oh and world domination as well but that comes latter. Incidentally, that door wont open again until the five-day incubation period is up but don't worry I left you plenty of food and uncontaminated drinking water. Well I will see you soon and hopefully you'll still be alive, bye bye." The message ended and door was locked, Rebecca picked up a photo from Tyron's desk. It was of him at about age thirteen and his 'father' standing in front of a glass tube that had some kind of monster in it but she couldn't tell what it was.
One day later.
The streets where littered with the dead and dyeing, the city was almost completely overrun by the undead and the monstrous mutations that Tyron had released into the city. As for Tyron himself he stood at the doors of the church that was in the south of the city, he walked in to find several people huddled in the church some praying and some grieving lost loved ones. As he walked to the front of the great hall he noticed that one little girl seemed to be just siting there waiting to die, this brought a sadistic smile to Tyron's face.
As he reached the front of the hall the priest greeted him, "welcome my son, have you come to pray with us?" he asked. Tyron flicked the shoulders of his lab coat of and aloud it to slide down his arms, "I'm no son of yours and I don't pray to any Gods." Tyron stated as he undid the belt of his trousers removed them, he stood completely nude, and "if you don't mind I will be taking the sermon today." Tyron stated as he took center stage.
Tyron looked out on the confused and somewhat angered crowd, "Armageddon is a pone us." Tyron stated with a tone of reverence in his voice, ".the dead live. The living will die and the world shale begin again. The heralds of this new age will be War." at the East Side of the city in a military base a huge creature burst out of western most wall of the base. The creature was at least 7 feet tall and was like a human body with no head, its skin was a sickly brown and covered in lumps. Its body was laced with bright purple tentacles that went in and out of its body and ended at its back near its shoulders. At the ends of its arms, where huge hands with long thin clawed fingers and the tip of the tentacle peaking out from the palm. On the back of the hand was a large lump of flesh that had bone spikes sticking out of it and one big spike that was partly out the front and partly out the back.
Tyron smiled slightly, ".the second will be Thiamin." at the mail on the West Side of the city a man was running from something when he tripped. There was a rumbling and then a creature erupted from the ground, the creature had a stubby slug like body and on the front of its body was a huge mouth. The mouth had an interlocking vertical jaw and four long mandibles, two at each corner, which made a cross over the jaw when it was closed. The creature roared at the fallen man and then an arm like thing crabbed the man be the head and pulled him closer to the mouth then the mandibles stabbed into the man as he kicked and screamed in terror. The mandibles forced him into the mouth and jaws slammed shut cutting him in half. As his legs stopped twitching, the creature swallowed his upper body and as the bulge entered the creatures body it began to deflate rapidly.
Tyron took a deep breath, the smell of smoke and rotting flesh filled his nostrils, "the third will be me, as all others are.for I am the one how created them all from myself. Yes.in my infinite wisdom I gave birth to my self in all the forms I was destined to take and thus I became my own mother. The third will be." Tyron knocked the podium out of his way and grind evilly at the confused and frightened people around him. Then his head snapped back, the white of his eyes seemed to fill with blood, and his eyes changed from a dark brown to a feral yellow and his iris became cat slit. Tyron suddenly folded in on himself and the skin on his back began to ripple like water then formed four bulges and from them sprouted insect wings. The wings where half the length of his back, they folded open doubling in length and then they started flapping, gently lifting Tyron from the ground. The skin around his waist began to tare and his legs and lower waist fell to the ground. Then six long insect legs began to push through the bloody stump of his lower body, on the ends of each of the legs where three finger like appendages. Tyron straitened and glanced at his hands that were basically the same but had small holes on the wrists and the ends of the fingers where just sharpened bones.
Tyron smiled at the trembling group of people, ".Pestilence!" he screamed and began cackling insanely. One of the spectators managed to shake off the fear long enough to make a brake for the door, unfortunately before he could get to it Tyron zipped past him and landed in front of it. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the, now frozen man; "I'm not finished with my sermon." Tyron said lightly, then leaned close to the man's face and released a purple gas from his mouth. The man fell to the floor shaking uncontrollably and as he forced himself to his hands and knees he began blooding from his ears and eyes. Then he started to vomit violently several times before coifing up a steady stream of blood and falling into the puddle of vomit and blood, dead.
Tyron buzzed past the dead man, landed at the front of the hall and took a moment to enjoy the sound of retching and whimpering, then he heard someone said, "God help us." This made him smile, "God? God has no place here; this is my domain.as if he could help you anyway." Tyron stated in a loud voice for all to hear. The priest pushed a cross in Tyron's face, "you'll burn in her for this!" he shouted before hearing an emotionless moan that came from behind him. Tyron looked over the priests shoulder, "you fool.this is HELL!" Tyron stated as the once dead man struggled to get up. Tyron grind at the sight of it, "you see the fourth and final herald shall be the tyrant that plagues all that lives. The one thing that binds all the other heralds, and is the inevitable end product of the columniation of them." Tyron extended his hand and from the hole on his wrist a liquid shot out and ignited about two inches from his wrist. The flames engulfed the priest and as he fell to the flour Tyron shook his head, "combine War, Thiamin and Pestilence you get Death. The sad thing is you don't really need the others to get Death, the true Alpha and Omega."
As the zombie began, devouring the people trapped inside the church the little girl that had coat Tyron's eye refused to follow the example of the others and run in terror. This was a curious thing as Tyron had always believed that children where the most irrational of all humans but here was a young girl that was no older than eleven apparently exception the inevitable. This was too much of a curiosity for Tyron to allow some mindless zombie to feast on; he walked up to her his legs clicking on the flour as he did. Tyron leaned in close to the girl, "why don't you run? You might make it out alive if your fast enough." He said to which she responded, "I can't run forever, better to die now and become undead than live in fear." she said sadly sighing to her self.
Tyron's office.
Rebecca sat in Tyron's chair slumped over his desk trying to get some sleep, "dame it, how could he stand those dame dolls starring at him all day?" she ground to herself. It had been almost two days and, depending on when Tyron had released the virus, Rebecca would soon be able to leave this nightmare and enter an alto familiar one outside. She sat back in Tyron's chair, "I can't believe that Marcus had a son all this time. Not that it's hard to imagine that head case is Marcus' son." Rebecca ground loudly and tried to rest.
Elsewhere in the city.
Dr Grim ran down a street clutching a breath case, "Marcus, you crazy bastard." he said to himself as he stopped to catch his breath, down the street a large group of zombies where getting closer. Dr Grim took shelter in a nearby building, "this is bad if I can't get this to the outside world then ever thing is over. There's only one chance if I fail." Dr Grim removed a small book from his coat pocket and began writing something in it. 'If you are reading this then I am dead. You must deliver the serums to the military before it's too late. There is a full explanation inside this book. The fate of the world depends on these serums, good luck.' Grim stopped wrighting and began looking for the backdoor of the building.
At the Church.
Tyron loomed over the indifferent girl, "you say you don't fear becoming a zombie, child.but I think you do." Tyron stated as he lifted the girl up and placed her a foot or two from the grizzly scene of a zombified citizen with his head logged in a dead women's chest cavity. As the sounds of the zombie eating whatever it could get in its mouth gurgled to the surface, the girl was just as came as always.
Tyron hated this, the looks of fear and revolution where what made the pointless endeavor of the zombies tolerable, "it is inevitable.as you said." the girl stated flatly. True enough this was the gist of what Tyron was ranting on about. Nevertheless, he never expected anyone to take his words to hart, "I may have a use for you." Tyron said, thinking to him self that this girl was mentally the ideal test subject. As the emotionless child watched the carnage in front of her, she suddenly became aware of something taking hold of her. She looked down and realized that Tyron's clawed legs where slowly positioning themselves around her and clutching her securely, "what are you doing?" she asked with no real interest in the answer. Tyron ignored her question and took off towards the doors of the church and his laboratory, as he swatted any zombies in his way he couldn't help but smile at the devastated city around him.
When they arrived at his lab Tyron took a moment to inspect his latest test subject; she was a plain girl with no real distinction to her. She had strawberry blond hair that was slightly matted with blood and a pail complexion that seemed to be a resent thing. Tyron imagined she probably had a healthy skin tone before the city went to hell, but this new look suited her disposition. She ware a pretty pink dress that was stained with blood which ironically made the dress look better, the blood had dripped from her hair and face and cascaded over the numeric frills on the dress creating an interesting pattern. In addition to the blood stained dress she ware a necklace with a hart shaped locket on it, in side the locket were four photo-frames that where all empty. The only notable thing about this girl, which couldn't be attributed to the horrors of the city, was that she had emerald green eyes that where especially noticeable against her pail skin.
Tyron gestured to the girl to enter the lab and she did so with no hesitation, "for future reference I need to know your name." Tyron stated matter-of-factually. As they walked down the laboratory the girl paused, "my name is.I can't remember." She said with a hint of distress in her voice, which was the first real sine of life Tyron had seen in her, "then, for the sake of my notes I shall call you.Tormentum. Or Tor for short" Tyron stated.
They arrived at a large glass tube that was just like the others they past but this one was empty, "now we can begin." Tyron stated as he began mixing coloured liquids at a nearby table. When he was finished, he pored the end product, a bright green liquid; into a strange glass double helix shaped cylinder and loaded it into a gun shaped hypodermic device. He glanced at the girl that he now knew as Tor, "tilt your head to one side and relax the muscles on your neck." he said. She did as she was told and Tyron forced the needle into her jugular. As the liquid entered her body, she could trace it moving to her brain from the cold sensation, "disrobe and get into the tank." Tyron said flatly as he typed commands into the control panel of the tank.
Tor hesitated; she had lost many things over the last four days, her memories, her vitality, her past, her will to live, and some may even say her sanity. However, she had not lost her modesty, not that she truly had anything to be modest about but still the thought of removing her cloves in front of a virtual stranger was unthinkable. As she slowly reached for the back of her dress she could feel herself blushing then she started to wonder why she was so unwilling to remove her cloves. There was no reason to be so embarrassed; this creature had, at one point been some kind of doctor and more importantly, she had to do what he said or that serum my turn her into one of those zombies.
As she inched the zip on her dress down timidly she suddenly froze, "the serum" she thought aloud but not enough to draw Tyron's attention from the panel. She continued to unzip her dress as she tried to remember what the serum would do to her, it was when the zip abruptly stopped that she realized that she had never asked. Come to think of it she didn't care at the time, so why did she care now, "maybe that's what it dose." she again thought aloud. This time catching Tyron's attention long enough for him to turn and begin to stare at her with a questioning look on his face. He was probably wondering why she was just standing there. Then Tor took a deep breath and slipped out of her bloodstained dress. She stood still for a moment as Tyron eventually stopped staring at her and turned back to the panel.
She repeated to herself that Tyron was a doctor, although she wasn't shore if he was or not, but she didn't care not about anything. She was glade that she had returned to her indifferent state. She returned to this frame of mind when she realized that the serum that she was injected with would turn her into one of the monsters in the other tanks they had past.
As she stepped into the tank and it slowly filled with a water like liquid, she looked out through the glass and noticed that Tyron was monitoring the process. This relaxed her slightly, and as the liquid reached her neck she relaxed her muscles and closed her eyes, she couldn't remember the last time she had seeped.
Tyron watched as the liquid filled the tank, "in death you will live again" he stated. It was then that he noticed the first since of budding womanhood on his test subject's body. He imagined that this was the most trying time in a young girl's life, to have your body go through radical changes is a test for anyone. In fact, he had a better understanding of this than most men did because his body had changed dramatically but he had complete control over when this would happen and he understood ever thing that was happening completely. This was very rarely the case for young girl's and this particular girl would have to cope with the drastic mutations that she would have to indoor. It will be interesting to see what she dose with her new life, Tyron considered this and also how the hormones in this girl's body will influence the virus, if at all. One final thought crossed Tyron's mind before he returned to the streets to look for more survivors, what would she have been like if all this had never happened.
Tyron's office.
Rebecca stood in front of the door to Tyron's office, eagerly awaiting it to open. Then the door suddenly sprung to life and opened, "yes.now all I have to do it get out of this dame city and I'm safe." on the last word of her sentence she stopped dead. It had suddenly occurred to her, "even if I make it out of the city alive he'll just come after me. I have to destroy that twisted freak's virus or else I might as well let those brainless zombies tare me apart." Rebecca was now at the foot of the stairs; she sighed deeply and put her foot on the first step, "no turning back."