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Full Summary: Micheal, a cold, aloof sixteen-year-old becomes plagued with dreams of the dead walking. At first he chocks it up to his twisted, horrific imagination, but things that happen in his hometown of Raccoon City force him to realize that his imagination isn't the ONLY thing twisted and horrific. Based on Resident Evil: Apocalypse.

Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned Resident Evil, you'd know.

"..." means speech.

'...' means thoughts.

---Chapter 6---

---At the top floor of the Hospital---

"Sir...I think you should come see this..." The assistant said in fear. On the video monitor was the image of Micheal and the monster staring down at him. The scientist shot the zombie that had tried to get in the room, running over to look in shock at the security monitor. He knew what that monster was.

"The NEMESIS project...? But...why would it be activated?" He asked himself. On the monitor, the Nemesis was raising it's hand to hit the teenager. Acting quickly he shouted commands to his assistant. "ACTIVATE THE MALICE PROJECT! NOW!" He yelled, the woman quickly typing in commands. She hit the enter button, the computer monitor turning green.

---At the first floor---

Malice woke up, seeing that a large monster was about to punch him, possibly even kill him. The monster brought it's fist coming towards Malice with terrifying speed. Acting quickly he jumped backwards, doing a backflip before landing on his feet. The monster roared with rage, running heavily towards the mutant boy. Malice turned and ran, spotting Sara peeking her head up from behind the counter. "Sara, keep hiding! Just keep hiding! Please!" He yelled, running down the glass hallway. Sara spotted the large monster and ducked under the counter, curling up underneath the desk. She could feel every step rumble through the ground, and soon she heard it get more and more faint.

Meanwhile, Malice was still running for his life. He had made his way to the courtyard, which had various vendors and restaurants. He looked up, and saw a kind of balcony, and holding up the ceiling were thick stone pillars. He gathered his strength and jumped, catching the one of the pillars with his foot, he kicked off of it and jumped toward the banister. He looked like he was going to make it, but he was short of the banister by a few centimetres. Cursing, he grabbed onto the wall, driving his thick, hard pointed nails into the stone. He ended up dragging down a little, but soon he stopped enough where he could kick back onto the pillars then up into the balcony. He hid behind the guard rails, the stone bricks totally obscuring him from sight...or so he thought. He got up when he heard a large roar and a crashing sound. He looked over and at the edge of the balcony stood the monster. Cursing he started running again, with the black clad monster following. He looked back to see the monster drive it's fist deep into the stone balcony, the shockwaves cracking the balcony, the cracks coming closer and closer to Malice. Seeing no other choice he jumped off of the balcony, making a hard landing on the ground. He kept running until the large hall led to a dead end.

"Fuck..." The monster stood in his way, chest and shoulders heaving up and down. Thinking of no other option Malice ran forward, ready to attack. He dove under the first punch the Nemesis threw, rolling to his feet and jumping up into a spin and kicking the monster in the side of the head. The monster wasn't even fazed, but he could feel a throbbing pain in his leg from the kick. "Oh shit..." He cursed, readying himself for the punch that was coming his way. He blocked as best as he could, but the force still sending him flying. He felt himself do at least two backflips before he slammed into the brick wall behind them. He could feel his skull slam into the wall first, knocking him out immediately. He could feel blood trickle down the side of his mouth, as well as from the wound on the back of his head.

The Nemesis stood over him, watching for any signs of life, but the boy was completely still. His mission was complete. He turned back, heading to the weapons that the helicopter left him. He was able to sense the young girl behind the counter, but the orders were firmly to kill the Malice Project. Now the mission was complete so he was supposed to wander around until he had a new objective. He could see the girl watching him, trembling with quivering breaths. He raised his hand and pointed down the hall where he left the project dead. Then it picked up it's equipment and went on it's way.

Sara watched it go, and when it had finally disappeared from sight she ran down the hallyway to find Micheal. 'He must have hidden from it...he must have given it the slip, that's all..." She reasoned to herself. Suddenly she saw it. All the damage caused. The balconies collapsed, some pillars were actually broken, and at the dead end lay her best friend, in a pool of blood. She stared in disbelief. "No..." She whispered to herself. She ran forward to his body, slipping a little on his blood. She shook him, talking to him. "Micheal...wake up...you're just faking it...right?" He didn't reply. She lifted him up, tears slowly falling from her face. He was gone, and she knew it. She cried softly, holding Micheal close to her. Now that he was dead, he could become one of them. She didn't have the guts to put a bullet in his head, so she decided to just leave him there. She placed one final kiss on his forehead and got up. She saw that her jeans were stained with blood, but that was fine. She turned slowly when she heard the voices of two men talking.

"Hold on Yuri...we're gonna get you some help...Yuri...? Yuri! No!" She heard the telltale snarl of a zombie, so she grabbed the handgun strapped to Micheal's belt, and hooked it onto her jeans and ran toward the sound of the men. When she returned to the reception area, she found one dead zombie on the ground and two armed men wearing black commando suits. She watched with silent indifference as they watched her.

"Who are you?" The redheaded man asked, his voice having a deep russian accent. She didn't answer, but watched as the dark haired hispanic man bandage the bite he had gotten from the zombie now dead on the floor. "Who. are. you?" He repeated. She walked over to the injured man, helping him with the gauze that he pulled out. She tied it tightly around his wound, ignoring the russian man until she was finished.

"I'm Sara. And...you are?" She asked. The redhead eyed her suspisciously, but replied.

"I'm Lieutenant Nicholai, formerly of the Umbrella Recue Team, until we were left for dead here. He is Carlos Oliviera." The russian man turned his attention to the two open steel boxes on the floor. "What's this type of thing doing here? We didn't radio in an ammo supply." He asked.

"Those weapons weren't for you..." She replied.

"Then who were they for?" Carlos asked.

"Something else..." She replied mysteriously, before leading them back out of the hospital...

---???---

Micheal opened his eyes, seeing himself standing over him. Startled, he got up to look around. He was in the hospital, he knew that, but he was in a different place. Why did this keep happening to him?

"You think that this is the real hospital?" He heard his own voice say. He spun around to look at where his voice came from, if not his own mouth. "You're looking in the wrong direction..." He heard his voice chastise him. Suddenly there was a throbbing pain in his head, like something was trying to push it's way out of it. He yelled out in pain as he felt something small come out from his forehead and drop to the floor. Breathing heavily, he opened his eyes to see himself staring up at him. He jumped, falling backwards on his butt, as his doppelganger got up, brushing the dust off of the jeans he was wearing.

"W-what...? What ARE you?" He asked in fear. His twin, who was a representation of Malice's part of the brain, smirked.

"I'm you...the stronger you at least." Malice replied. Malice paced around the room, looking at the broken parts of the room. "Weird...it feels real doesn't it? Of course, YOU'RE the only one who can actually feel things here..." Micheal knew he was right. Whenever his copy would touch something, he would feel it as if HE were the one touching it.

"Then, if this isn't the Hospital, then where are we?" Micheal asked. Malice chuckled.

"This is your brain repairing itself. When we got hit by that really big monster, our brain shut down. I know enough about this to know that the impact disrupted your brainwaves, so the brain shuts down to get the waves back in order. At this point, to the outside world it seems that you're dead." The twin explained.

"Then who are you?" Micheal asked once again. Malice smiled evilly, his plans already set in motion.

"In a few minutes, I'll be you, for real..." Malice replied, running towards the surprised teen.

---Top Floor Lab---

"What's going on?" The male scientist asked. He watched the readouts on Micheal's brain, focusing on the glowing red segment trying to connect to the other segment. The one segment holding Malice's mind was trying to assimilate Micheal's brain. That last hit must have permanently disabled the microchip. All the bad possibilities ran through the scientist's mind, and prayed that Malice wouldn't win...

---End Chapter 6!---

End to Chapter 6. Very short chapter, I know, but I left you all a nice little cliffhanger...see ya next time I update!