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 10---

The seven of them piled into his old SUV, Carlos ripping out the wires and hotwiring the truck. Micheal had thought of just giving them the keys, but it was too late anyways. During the ride, he ignored the ramblings of everyone else and focused his attention to both young girls. Sara smiled at him as he made sure that she was not bitten. "Are you okay Micheal?" She asked. Micheal nodded, inspecting her arms.

"I'm fine. Aside from having to deal with the fact that I'm a mutant, I'm excellent." He replied, not really thinking about what he was saying. He leaned back, looking out the window. As they passed an alleyway, he spotted a tall blonde man staring at him through pitch black sunglasses. "Carlos, stop the truck!" Carlos pressed on the brakes, the car coming to a slow stop. He turned to Sara, who had a confused look on her face. "Can I have my old gun back?" He asked politely. Sara looked at him weirdly, but unclipped the Beretta on her left hip and placed it in his hand. Micheal then popped the trunk doors open. "I'll meet you guys there. I'm just going to check something out." He was about to get out of the truck when a hand grasped his.

"Micheal? Where are you going? You're not leaving this car!" Sara exclaimed. Micheal looked back at her with a smile.

"Yes I am. I promise you that I'll be there on time. I swear. Just let me check something out. See, city hall is only a few blocks away, it won't take long. Sunrise is at seven thirty. I promise that I'll make it." He said softly to her. She looked at him in nervousness, but released his hand from hers. She looked anxious, worried to the point of tears. He touched her face softly, using his thumb to gently stroke her cheekbone. He withdrew his hand and closed the door. The car drove off, leaving him standing in the middle of the street. He clipped his old Beretta to his pants and drew his new Taurus 9. He ran forward in search of the blonde man, but found that he had disappeared.

'He's not going to get away THAT easily this time...' He thought to himself as he adjusted his vision. He stared into the walls, seeing that the man was pressed up against the wall inside the building. He raised his gun and aimed for his knee cap. For some reason, he had a feeling that this man was bad, like he was following his group. He pulled the trigger, the bullet slamming through the stucco wall and catching the man's calf. Micheal dove out of the way when the man dropped and pointed his gun at him through the wall. Suddenly a rain of bullets came through the wall, the man missing every shot. The bullets stopped coming through the wall, so Micheal got up and made a run for the damaged wall. He hopped and kicked the wall hard, actually breaking through the stone and wood.

As he suspected, it was the blonde man from before. The dust made from the gunfire and the stone that was hit by the bullets hindered the man's sight, while Micheal's was perfectly fine. He knocked away the automatic weapon from the blonde's hands and pounced on him. The man, with a show of striking, unbelievable strength he threw Micheal off of him into the wall. Micheal landed on his feet, rushing the man and delivering a few punches to his face, and a harsh kick to the stomach. The sunglasses came flying off and Micheal could see his eyes. They weren't human. They were an ominous golden yellow, and instead of human-like round shaped pupils a pair of cat-like black slits stared menacingly back at his own grey ones.

"You're a..." He began, before he was knocked back by the enraged blonde man.

'Micheal! That's Albert Wesker! He's dangerous! He's a double crosser! Get out of there!' John's gradually fading voice said urgently.

"Mutant...yes, you're right. Just like you. I can see it. How else can you send a bullet through the wall with such precision?" Wesker replied, holding his fighting stance. "You were able to see through it."

"You're smart. My sources tell me you're a double-crosser. For some reason, I feel like it has something to do with the Mansion Incident involving Officer Jill Valentine." Micheal smirked. "Am I right?" Wesker chuckled, but said nothing. "OK, so you're not going to tell me, then here's an easier question. Why were you following us?" Micheal asked.

"I was hoping to kidnap the little girl, but now I don't know where they have gone, thanks to you. I guess killing you will suffice!" Wesker replied, rushing Micheal and attempting to hit him. Micheal blocked and dodged each blow, his thinner frame enabling to be faster than the man in front of him. He ducked and spun, his leg stuck out to trip Wesker. The foot caught the blonde's ankles and the grown man fell to the ground while Micheal got back up and readied a punch. He threw the punch at Wesker's chest, but the man was too fast this time, rolling out of the way while Micheal's fist collided with the concrete. The cement cracked under the force, startling the blonde man. Micheal was surprised himself. He saw everything moving in a slow blur, like things were going in slow motion. He could notice every movement Wesker made, and easily dodge every attack.

'How is he moving so fast?! I can't even land a single hit!' Wesker mentally raged. He wasn't paying attention for a split second and was caught by the chin when Micheal made an acrobatic manuever, doing a backflip in one spot and his feet slamming into Wesker's chest and chin. Wesker staggered, mildly fatigued. Micheal returned to his fighting stance, a determined look on his face. Micheal then froze. He could hear extremely heavy and loud footsteps from down the block. The Nemesis was coming. Micheal then ran forward, jumping onto the fire escape ladder.

"Come on! Get up here!" He called down to Wesker. Wesker looked confused for a moment, but then understood. He could hear the loud footsteps as well. He ran and jumped, grabbing onto the ladder rungs, but his foot slipped, and he almost fell. Micheal saw this, and let go of the ladder with his hands, hanging upside down to catch the tall man's hands with his own. Wesker looked at him with surprise, or even shock that someone would even dare try to save him. "Climb up ol' man! You're really heavy!" Micheal exclaimed. He could hear the footsteps coming closer and closer. Wesker used various parts of Micheal's body to get back onto the ladder, leaving Micheal dangling upside down.

'Oh yeah...leave me down here...' Micheal mentally ranted. He used his leg strength to swing himself up far enough to catch one of the rungs. He climbed quickly, both him and Wesker piling into the first apartment window they saw. Panting, Micheal got up and grabbed Wesker's arm.

"Come on! It could still see us! If we go deeper into the building, we could probably avoid it!" Micheal warned. Wesker looked at him with a disbelieving stare.

"Why are you helping me anyways? Why didn't you just leave me there to deal with it by myself?" Wesker hissed. Micheal looked at him as if to ask what the hell was Wesker's problem.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm still a human being. Come on!" Micheal said, pulling the blonde man along. "You know...you really have to learn how to trust people old man. In this situation, all you got is your friends. They watch your back." Micheal said. Wesker spotted a zombie coming out of one of the hallways, but Micheal had already taken care of it with a bullet to the head. They began a full on sprint through the building, heading down to the first floor. They could hear and feel something break through one of the walls upstairs, and heavy footsteps let them know what had broken through the wall. They made a run for the door, but were stopped when the roof collapsed and the Nemesis fell through the ceiling. The Nemesis stood in front of them, breathing heavily with it's large automatic revolving barrel gun in it's left hand and it's rocket launcher in the other.

"Shit...what is that thing?" Wesker asked. Of course he knew it was one of Umbrella's mutations, but somehow, this one was different. Micheal crouched low to the ground, ready to make a run towards the large creature.

"That is what killed me the first time..." Micheal growled. Wesker looked down at the boy. Micheal then made a sprint towards the Nemesis, staying low to the ground. Before the monster could react, Micheal had jumped and given it a hard kick to the face, making it stagger back. Wesker's thoughts went through his mind. He saw the kid fighting the monster so bravely. It inspired him to do the same. He ran forward, kicking the monster's hand to make it drop it's machine gun, but was knocked back by the butt of the rocket launcher. He flipped in the air and landed on his feet, running for the monster again. Meanwhile, Micheal had focused his attention on the rocket launcher, kicking repeatedly at it to make the large piece of weaponry drop. Wesker was distracting it, allowing Micheal the chance to attack the arm more forcefully. He held the arm, and kicked high with his right foot, the elbow making a loud snapping noise. The Nemesis roared, dropping the launcher. This was their chance. Micheal grabbed Wesker's collar, urging him to run. The Nemesis stood still, holding it's broken arm with it's good arm.

The two of them turned some corners, then reached the other fire exit other than the one they entered the building with. They burst through the front door, running towards the street. Micheal looked at the blonde man, while the blonde man looked at him with his mutant eyes. Micheal smiled. "Sorry, but this is were I leave you. Just to be safe, I suggest that you find a way out of here before sunrise. Umbrella intends to cover this whole thing up by launching a nuclear missile at Raccoon. See ya!" Micheal told him, turning the corner towards City Hall. Wesker kept running, running across the street to the other alleyway. He picked up his communicator, pressing one of the levers.

"Abort Mission. Target is accompanied by six armed escorts. One escort confirmed as a level 8 threat. Do not engage!" He called into the communicator. Electrical static came through but a member of his team came through.

"Level EIGHT!?" The soldier asked. Level eights were usually classified as a Tyrant in Wesker's eyes.

"He's dangerous. He can spot you, even if you're hiding behind a door. Do not engage! Retreat!" He ordered.

Electrical static came through then a: "Roger that..." Wesker let go of the walkie-talkie, sighing in relief. It would be best to just keep the boy alive than to let him kill his entire SWAT team. He owed the boy that much. He didn't think he'd be able to handle the Nemesis alone, no matter how strong he was, and the boy actually bothered to save him. Wesker had a feeling that Micheal was going to accomplish great things.

---End Chapter 10!---

And so ends chapter ten. Rather short I know, but oh well. At least the story made it to the double digits! Hurrah! -throws confetti around- As always, read and review!