Robert Peters arrived in the dimmed, flickering room only to

see the opposite door close. He saw his enemies, but all of them were

already killed. Robert was very good at killing, and all of his many

enemies ran away from him, a lot. He picked up the smallest enemy and

looked at it. It was very small, just bones and no meat. He ignored

the rest of the enemies and walked over to the door. He wasn't very

good at doors but he was learning. Enemies were usually always hiding

behind doors, and Robert liked to kill them. He made the thing come

out of his arm before setting his hand on the door opener. He didn't

know what the thing from his arm was, but it made the killing easier

and faster for him, so he liked it. He opened the door and Robert and

saw the enemies he loved to pursue, screaming. They began to run,

and Robert was very excited as he began to chase them.

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A sheet of red pain flashed upon Peter Keyes's dozing mind as

a Beretta handgun slapped across the side of his head. He fell from

his seat, the wind being taken from him as he hit the cold floor. The

steel toe of a military boot shot into his side, flipping him onto his

back and snapping ribs as easily as one could tear a tissue. He cried

in pain and attempted to make out his assailant. He was of average

height and weight, clad in black fatigues and a black bulletproof

Kevlar vest. He had penetrating green eyes, his brown hair styled into

spikes, spikes which were now wilted from sweat and blood.

"W-what's the meaning of this?"

The young man's face was filled with hatred and emotion.

"You took innocent children, including your own daughter, your own

DAUGHTER for chrissakes!! And what did you do to them?! You turned

them into goddamned guinea pigs! What kind of a person can do that?

What kind of a person can tinker with his own flesh and blood?! Are

you people monsters, is there any fucking morality in that black heart

of yours?! Tell me, before I put a bullet into it."

His already regret-filled heart sank down even lower as this

soldier once again brought up his work on the project. "Listen..I-"

Keyes stopped in an attempt to gain his composure. He stood up and

continued, "Placing my daughter in this experiment was my last resort.

There was nothing else I could have possibly done. Cassandra's genetic

makeup was the only one that I knew could be compatible with the

experiment. I had tried my own DNA and even the DNA of my son, but

neither worked. She was the only exception."

"Then why not scrap the goddamn project?!"

"Umbrella would have put a bullet in my head, and more than

likely a bullet for everyone in my family. Covering up their tracks is

Umbrella's specialty. Had I chosen to leave the project, Alexander,

Cassandra, or myself might spread word of these experiments on minors,

and Umbrella would suffer greatly."

"Alexander, he's your son right?" Keyes responded with a

solemn nod. "But why couldn't you quit Umbrella or something?"

The soldier had become calm, his anger flushing away from his now

almost concerned face.

"Same scenario. Umbrella would wipe out my family and myself,
erasing any speck of evidence that I ever worked for them. They know
what they're doing, they got away with the Raccoon City disaster, I'm

sure they've already got a story to tell the public when this place

blows." Guilt and insignificance sat upon the researcher's pale face.

Bitter silence sat among the men for a brief time before Keyes grimly

said, "I doubt that there is any way Umbrella can be beaten."

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Em, Elizabeth, and the unconscious Lyle left "Famine's Hall"

only to find themselves once again, in the lightless room. Em's first

instinct was, of course, to curse.

"Fuckin' bullshit, not this again! God-fuckin'-dammit!" Em's

boot smashing against the wall echoed through the otherwise still and

lifeless hall. Elizabeth felt Em's hand against her side, "Hey, grab

my hand. The last thing we need is to lose you now too." His massive

hand wrapped around hers and they began to progress foreward, only to

stop and snap their heads around when the door behind them opened,

spilling a small bit of light into the room, enough light to see the

horrible abomination that stood before them.

A creature ducked its head under to step into the room, its

massive 9 foot body too big for the doorway. Its muscles were utterly

huge, with a chest that had to be four feet across and possibly 78 inch

biceps. Its head was comically tiny for its bulging body, but its

size was the only thing humorous about it. The left side of his face

had been stripped of flesh, leaving only the dark red tissue plastered

to its skull. Its left eye was lidless, the eyeball itself a white

soulless orb. The other eye was a tiny slit, the white eye beneath

seeming almost evil in its concealed nature. The thing lacked a nose,

its substitute being two gaping black holes. A crude line of staples

cut across what would have been its mouth, pinning flesh onto flesh,

almost creating some sort of cruel smile. The staples continued all

the way around its head, as if the top half of his head had been torn

off and was now only held on by the staples. Across its gigantic

pectoral muscles and down its abdominals was a gaping Y-Shaped

incision, the same kind used on autopsies. It was held shut by

stitches, but the stitches seemed to give way, barely keeping

themselves in the flesh. It's left arm was mottled with the fleshless

tissue, and from its forearm protruded a grim spike of bone, soaked

with dark red stains of blood. His skin was a sickening hue of red,

not too different from the dried blood that masked Elizabeth's face.

Although the creature was obviously mute, Elizabeth could

almost hear it roaring into her ear as Em almost yanked her arm out of

its socket, whipping her along as he took off in a full sprint.

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Lyle's vision returned to him, but he saw nothing aside from

ominous black. He was thrashing against something, it felt like cloth

but much thicker, something he couldn't determine. He could hear

panting and the pounding of footsteps, and realized he was upside down,

arms dangling and swaying. He heard the familiar sound of a door

opening and squinted as light flooded his eyes. The said door slammed

and the thrashing stopped. He realized that he was thrown over Em's

shoulder, he had no idea why, and had no time to contemplate when he

heard wood splintering and Em scream, almost cueing the thrashing. The

door almost literally exploded, splinters hitting against Lyle's

shoulders.

He looked up to see a musclebound monstrosity with a huge claw

pursuing them. His brain was too flustered for him to emit a scream,

but his clammy hands scrambled towards Em's holster and succeeded and

pulling out his Beretta. He arched his back upwards so he was looking

right at the monster and began to vigorously fire at its grinning,

pumpkin-like face. It continued to run, almost unaffected by the

rounds. He stopped firing at the oncoming creature when, after

traversing many halls, Em finally stopped. Lyle soon found himself

back on his own two feet, slightly dizzy from the quick change of

perspective. Seth and Keyes were standing in the Conference Room

he was now standing with Elizabeth and Em.

"We have to go. Now," proclaimed Elizabeth, not a hint of

doubt in her voice. No one commented on her command, only silently

obeying as the four soldiers headed towards the Intersection with Dr.

Peter Keyes. As they neared the door to the Main Hall, they could hear

the very familiar sounds of shuffling feet. Seth punched out the

glass of a fire emergency case and wrapped his now bleeding hand around

the handle of the fire axe, holding it tightly as they approached the

apparantly occupied Main Hall.