For the third time, Em felt the cold surface of War's hand
sweep across his face, sending him off of his feet and onto the ground.
Adapted to his now downed position, Em opened fire and sent the
automatic rounds into War's wretched face. One of the bullets
triggered a rough, muffled scream as it embedded itself into one of
War's ivory eyeballs. His bloody hands grabbed at the wounded eye,
fingers gracefully moving until the ruined eye dropped onto the floor.
The now one-eyed War continued his approach towards Em. His rifle
now uselessly empty of bullets, Em used the unloaded gun as a makeshift
club, swinging it into the back of one of War's bulging kneecaps. He
doubled over slightly, but just enough that Elizabeth could riddle the
back of his head with bullets, courtesy of the late Sean Grey's Uzi.
Once the automatic chatter ceased, she bashed the firearm against War's
bleeding head.
"Over here Robert!"
Em, Elizabeth, and War all turned their heads towards their new
guest, a young woman with blonde hair flowing down from only the left
side of her head, the locks ending just below her breast. The hairless
right side was dotted with tiny key-sized capsules, filled with clear
and blue fluids. Her skin was a ghostly white, black veins cut across
the pigment-less skin. Her arrival distracted the soldiers long enough
for War to get a hold of Em's head, which he held like an aristocrat
would hold a fine glass of champagne. He hoisted up the struggling Em,
taking pleasure in his screaming as he turned the man towards the
woman. The blade shot out of War's forearm, quickly sliding through
Em's thick Kevlar jacket and making short work of his delicate innards.
The crude blade broke through the front, jutting out of Em's heaving
chest. His breathing continually became shallower and shallower until
it subsided, his body fell limp on the beast's claw. As his free hand
reached for Elizabeth, it suddenly stopped, as if one had paused him in
time. She could see his muscles were tense and attempting to push the
arm forwards to grab her. She turned and saw that the girl's hand was
outstretched and her eyes were tightly shut. Now willing to believe
nearly anything, Elizabeth could only imagine that this girl was "using
her mind" to save her from this man-monster.
Petrified with fear, Elizabeth nearly leapt back when War's
shoulder literally exploded. War writhed back in pain, his muffled
screams attempting to escape from their stitched prison, the bone blade
returned into the forearm, dropping Em's body to the floor. She saw
Seth standing in the doorway, armed with a grenade launcher, presumably
from the helicopter. He was loading another grenade into the smoking
gun as the girl began to yell.
"Waste no time! Cut the stitches!" Death screamed, now
obviously attempting to help the soldiers defeat War. Elizabeth
quickly obeyed Death, unsheathing her combat knife and plunging it into
War's chest. She dug the blade deep into his chest, cutting a V
shaped arc, then ripped it downwards, turning the V into a Y, cutting
open an entryway to War's internal organs. She could see the organs,
but they were not functioning as the heart and lungs laid still,
revealing that War was just as dead as the zombified Umbrella staff.
Death concentrated, turning the now bleeding War towards the armed
Seth as he limped forward, grenade launcher in hand. "Do it! Shoot
him!" Death screamed, her eyes still closed as she mentally held War
at bay. As he took aim, Seth glanced at his watch, the glowing numbers
reading "1:24 AM, 9/25/04." He remembered the subject he discovered
with Death's diary, that September 25th was the twentieth birthday of
Robert Peters, a.k.a. "War." A sense of vengeful fury took over as he
continued to limp towards War, drowning out the commands of Elizabeth
and Death. He plunged the barrel of the grenade launcher into War's
open torso.
"Happy 20th Birthday, you FUCKER!!"
--------------------
Elizabeth awoke in pain, her foot twisted and broken at the
ankle and her shoulder ached with a dull pain. Little was left of War,
blood and remnants of entrails were all over the walls and floor. She
could see Seth huddled in the corner closest to her, but she didn't
even need to check his pulse to see that he was dead. His head was
slumped over his shoulder, jagged lumps of broken bones pushing against
the skin. She stripped away her now seemingly useless bulletproof
vest and shredded overshirt, wrapping the shirt around her twisted
foot. Upon finishing her makeshift brace, Elizabeth spotted the
detonator that Sean had earlier wielded with reckless confidence.
Outside of the lab, she could hear what sounded like a helicopter's
landing gear skidding against the cold snow. She quickly pulled up her
black tank-top and hid the detonator underneath, wondering who was
coming and if Death was still here to stop them.
--------------------
U.B.C.S. Commander Felix Austin threw open the door to the
OpRev lab with his weapon drawn. His mouth suddenly went dry once he
saw the carnage that was formerly the Main Hall. Blood was abundant,
covering almost everything in the Hall. Bodies were just as abundant,
there was a black man, a man who had been split down the middle, an
Asian woman, a headless body, what looked like the good Doctor Keyes, a
man perched against a desk with a bullet in his head, and two others,
a man and a woman sitting in separate corners. "Looks like the
subjects got out," Felix uttered to himself.
"Jaysus Croist, whot in the Hell happened 'ere?!" screamed
Private Nell, his normally humorous Irish accent caused no laughter.
Bates, the medic, ran over to the male body in the corner and reeled
back in shock before checking his pulse, discovering the broken mess
that was once his neck and vertebra.
"It, uh, it looks like he got, uhm, thrown and took it to the
head so his neck is, uh-"
Jones, a mere grunt, interuppted the fear-stricken medic,
"Snapped like a twig? Hey bossman, we got a live one!"
Felix and two others dashed towards the female body in the
corner, who was indeed alive and staring them in the eyes. Felix
calmly and slowly prattled off questions. "Who are you, what is your
name?" No response from the woman. "What is your name?" Again, only
silence. Felix waved his hand across her face, but her eyes did not
follow.
"She could be in shock sir. She's probably pretty fucked up by
whatever happe- GAAAAAHH!!!!" Felix turned to the screaming Jones and
saw that both of his arms were horrifically bent at the elbows. His
head twisted 180 degrees before he fell to the floor. Mercer, the
other soldier who accompanied Felix, screamed as his fingers were bent
back as his arms tore through his chest. Felix turned to see Nell
and the other soldiers firing at a young, pale girl, but the bullets
did nothing but stop in front of her, falling to the floor at her feet.
The newer recruit, Foreman, had no time to scream as he was lifted
into the air by an unseen force and thrown into the line of fire, the
bullets from his fellow soldiers shredding him.
"RUN YOU STUPID FUCKS GET OUT OF HERE!" Percy screamed as he
turned to run, only to have his face mashed into the wall as his some
cosmic force had pushed him into it. Felix turned to the woman, still
sitting against the wall. She was reaching under her black tank-top
and pulled out what looked like a joystick tipped with a glowing red
button. As his brain processed what her intentions were, he swung his
rifle towards her, but her thumb was already over the button.
sweep across his face, sending him off of his feet and onto the ground.
Adapted to his now downed position, Em opened fire and sent the
automatic rounds into War's wretched face. One of the bullets
triggered a rough, muffled scream as it embedded itself into one of
War's ivory eyeballs. His bloody hands grabbed at the wounded eye,
fingers gracefully moving until the ruined eye dropped onto the floor.
The now one-eyed War continued his approach towards Em. His rifle
now uselessly empty of bullets, Em used the unloaded gun as a makeshift
club, swinging it into the back of one of War's bulging kneecaps. He
doubled over slightly, but just enough that Elizabeth could riddle the
back of his head with bullets, courtesy of the late Sean Grey's Uzi.
Once the automatic chatter ceased, she bashed the firearm against War's
bleeding head.
"Over here Robert!"
Em, Elizabeth, and War all turned their heads towards their new
guest, a young woman with blonde hair flowing down from only the left
side of her head, the locks ending just below her breast. The hairless
right side was dotted with tiny key-sized capsules, filled with clear
and blue fluids. Her skin was a ghostly white, black veins cut across
the pigment-less skin. Her arrival distracted the soldiers long enough
for War to get a hold of Em's head, which he held like an aristocrat
would hold a fine glass of champagne. He hoisted up the struggling Em,
taking pleasure in his screaming as he turned the man towards the
woman. The blade shot out of War's forearm, quickly sliding through
Em's thick Kevlar jacket and making short work of his delicate innards.
The crude blade broke through the front, jutting out of Em's heaving
chest. His breathing continually became shallower and shallower until
it subsided, his body fell limp on the beast's claw. As his free hand
reached for Elizabeth, it suddenly stopped, as if one had paused him in
time. She could see his muscles were tense and attempting to push the
arm forwards to grab her. She turned and saw that the girl's hand was
outstretched and her eyes were tightly shut. Now willing to believe
nearly anything, Elizabeth could only imagine that this girl was "using
her mind" to save her from this man-monster.
Petrified with fear, Elizabeth nearly leapt back when War's
shoulder literally exploded. War writhed back in pain, his muffled
screams attempting to escape from their stitched prison, the bone blade
returned into the forearm, dropping Em's body to the floor. She saw
Seth standing in the doorway, armed with a grenade launcher, presumably
from the helicopter. He was loading another grenade into the smoking
gun as the girl began to yell.
"Waste no time! Cut the stitches!" Death screamed, now
obviously attempting to help the soldiers defeat War. Elizabeth
quickly obeyed Death, unsheathing her combat knife and plunging it into
War's chest. She dug the blade deep into his chest, cutting a V
shaped arc, then ripped it downwards, turning the V into a Y, cutting
open an entryway to War's internal organs. She could see the organs,
but they were not functioning as the heart and lungs laid still,
revealing that War was just as dead as the zombified Umbrella staff.
Death concentrated, turning the now bleeding War towards the armed
Seth as he limped forward, grenade launcher in hand. "Do it! Shoot
him!" Death screamed, her eyes still closed as she mentally held War
at bay. As he took aim, Seth glanced at his watch, the glowing numbers
reading "1:24 AM, 9/25/04." He remembered the subject he discovered
with Death's diary, that September 25th was the twentieth birthday of
Robert Peters, a.k.a. "War." A sense of vengeful fury took over as he
continued to limp towards War, drowning out the commands of Elizabeth
and Death. He plunged the barrel of the grenade launcher into War's
open torso.
"Happy 20th Birthday, you FUCKER!!"
--------------------
Elizabeth awoke in pain, her foot twisted and broken at the
ankle and her shoulder ached with a dull pain. Little was left of War,
blood and remnants of entrails were all over the walls and floor. She
could see Seth huddled in the corner closest to her, but she didn't
even need to check his pulse to see that he was dead. His head was
slumped over his shoulder, jagged lumps of broken bones pushing against
the skin. She stripped away her now seemingly useless bulletproof
vest and shredded overshirt, wrapping the shirt around her twisted
foot. Upon finishing her makeshift brace, Elizabeth spotted the
detonator that Sean had earlier wielded with reckless confidence.
Outside of the lab, she could hear what sounded like a helicopter's
landing gear skidding against the cold snow. She quickly pulled up her
black tank-top and hid the detonator underneath, wondering who was
coming and if Death was still here to stop them.
--------------------
U.B.C.S. Commander Felix Austin threw open the door to the
OpRev lab with his weapon drawn. His mouth suddenly went dry once he
saw the carnage that was formerly the Main Hall. Blood was abundant,
covering almost everything in the Hall. Bodies were just as abundant,
there was a black man, a man who had been split down the middle, an
Asian woman, a headless body, what looked like the good Doctor Keyes, a
man perched against a desk with a bullet in his head, and two others,
a man and a woman sitting in separate corners. "Looks like the
subjects got out," Felix uttered to himself.
"Jaysus Croist, whot in the Hell happened 'ere?!" screamed
Private Nell, his normally humorous Irish accent caused no laughter.
Bates, the medic, ran over to the male body in the corner and reeled
back in shock before checking his pulse, discovering the broken mess
that was once his neck and vertebra.
"It, uh, it looks like he got, uhm, thrown and took it to the
head so his neck is, uh-"
Jones, a mere grunt, interuppted the fear-stricken medic,
"Snapped like a twig? Hey bossman, we got a live one!"
Felix and two others dashed towards the female body in the
corner, who was indeed alive and staring them in the eyes. Felix
calmly and slowly prattled off questions. "Who are you, what is your
name?" No response from the woman. "What is your name?" Again, only
silence. Felix waved his hand across her face, but her eyes did not
follow.
"She could be in shock sir. She's probably pretty fucked up by
whatever happe- GAAAAAHH!!!!" Felix turned to the screaming Jones and
saw that both of his arms were horrifically bent at the elbows. His
head twisted 180 degrees before he fell to the floor. Mercer, the
other soldier who accompanied Felix, screamed as his fingers were bent
back as his arms tore through his chest. Felix turned to see Nell
and the other soldiers firing at a young, pale girl, but the bullets
did nothing but stop in front of her, falling to the floor at her feet.
The newer recruit, Foreman, had no time to scream as he was lifted
into the air by an unseen force and thrown into the line of fire, the
bullets from his fellow soldiers shredding him.
"RUN YOU STUPID FUCKS GET OUT OF HERE!" Percy screamed as he
turned to run, only to have his face mashed into the wall as his some
cosmic force had pushed him into it. Felix turned to the woman, still
sitting against the wall. She was reaching under her black tank-top
and pulled out what looked like a joystick tipped with a glowing red
button. As his brain processed what her intentions were, he swung his
rifle towards her, but her thumb was already over the button.