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 11---

Micheal ran down the streets of his now desolate, silent hometown wary for anything that might have popped out at him. He had glanced down at Wesker's watch and caught a glimpse of the time. It was six. In an hour and a half, sunrise would come as well as the city's annihilation. He had to hurry. He could see the high glass towers of city hall, and saw that there were people standing up there, possibly to catch any intruders. He had to take care of them first. When he reached City Hall, he rammed the doors down for the left wing after seeing that the right wing was already broken into, possibly by Alice. He quickly headed for the elevator, getting ready. He had to get to the roof.

He hopped up, pushing the escape hatch open. He hauled himself up onto the top of the elevator car, pulling out the biggest knife he had stolen. The car neared the top floor so he decided that now was the best time. He climbed the cable quickly, watching the car come to a stop. He stared down at the doors, watching as a group of what he assumed were mercenaries slowly entered the car. He used his strength to make a clean cut through the cables holding the elevator up. The elevator began to drop, but stopped to a screeching halt because of the emergency brakes. He planned for that as well. He swung the cable he was on toward the other cables, and when he knew the swing was strong enough to send him over to the next cables he jumped, catching the next elevator cable. He quickly climbed down and drew his gun. He knew the cables wouldn't hold for long, but he thought it would be good to help the brakes along in any way. He aimed and fired, hitting the bolt used to keep the brakes together, the first one broke off, when the other one snapped, the elevator falling swiftly to the bottom.

He then jumped to the emergency ladders and climbed to above the opened doors. He carefully used the allowance beam -A/N: Just assume that the elevators have one of these. They're like bars that move inwards to let elevators down. They're for when nobody is in the building and the elevators are shut down for whatever reason so they don't fall from the top floor.- as a way to hide from the soldiers waiting for the thing that killed their comrades. He waited until one of the remaining mercenaries came look for him. He then hopped down, using his hands to swing down and kick the man and startle the others, giving him the chance to take them out. He jumped over the first one, kicking the man into the elevator shaft. He dodged some bullets being fired, fast enough to stay out of the direct line of fire from the two soldiers. He then dove out of the way as he ran between them, both soldiers still firing their guns. Their own bullets hit them, killing them both. The last one from before stood in front of him, shaking like a leaf. Micheal moved forward, scaring the man into running right into the elevator shaft. Chuckling, he headed for the roof entrance. He looked at the map with his night vision, seeing that the roof entrance was in the farthest corner of the floor from where he was.

He headed down the hallway, seeing that all the zombies were killed with bullets between their eyes, or even the entire head blown off. Less work for him then. He neared the corner leading to the hallyway leading to the rooftop entrance but stopped, hearing the sound of a gun being reloaded. He stopped, looking through the walls. There was another group of mercenaries waiting him. That other group must have warned them about him. He searched for a way to surprise them. He looked around and saw an office door opened. He slipped inside quietly and looked for anything that would help. He paced around the room and at that one spot near the closet he kept feeling some sort draft of hitting his head. He looked up and saw an opened vent leading inwards. Although he though that this was the best way to travel undetected, he had a bad feeling about it. He decided to test something out. He picked up a stapler from the desk in the office and tossed it up into the vent. The sound of clanking metal echoed through the vents and he could hear some sort of scuttling sound, like something was moving very fast inside the vent.

Micheal stayed cautious when the scuttling sound got louder and louder, and was startled when a woman popped down from the vent. She was dead, that was for sure but she didn't look like a regular zombie. She was reddish pink, and her tongue which was hanging out of her mouth was ten times longer than any human tongue he'd ever seen. He wasn't sure what it was, but he didn't take any chances. He raised his gun, when suddenly the gun was knocked out of his hand and thrown all the way across the room. He stayed still, silent. The woman seemed to stop, looking around.

'She must not see me then...I just have to stay extremely quiet for now...' He told himself mentally. He silently gripped the handle of his second handgun, and slipped it out of the holster. The monster turned her head in his direction but didn't attack. Micheal guessed she was just alerted. He stayed silent for a while, waiting for the monster to go back to trying to sense him in the room. Finally the monster stayed still, waiting for him to make a move. Micheal raised the gun silently, finger already on the trigger and aimed for the monster's head. He fired, the monster not fast enough to dodge, and screeched in pain as Micheal sent bullet after bullet into the monster's skull. Finally the hanging zombie woman dropped to the floor, bleeding profusely from her skull. Micheal could hear the mercenaries talking and coming closer, so he jumped up, climbing into the vent quickly. He stayed silent as the mercenaries entered the room, guns drawn. They searched the room.

"Nothing sir, just a evolved Z-type mutation. Must have fallen out of the ducts while trying to escape whatever was attacking it. No sign of the target." One man spoke. The three of them walked out of the room, and thankfully his new powers helped him tell when they could no longer hear him. He slowly began to crawl through the vents, eyes still in night vision. He turned left at the fork, the vent now leading back to where the mercenaries were waiting. He finally came to the vent overlooking the mercs. He had a chance. Conveniently, the vent he was in was large enough for him to crouch. He took out a small knife that he kept hidden in his shoe and began to unscrew the grate. He made sure that his fingers firmly had the grate in place so they wouldn't notice anything. After the first two screws were removed, allowing him the opprotunity to break through. He let go of the grate, thankfully nobody noticing while he prepared himself. Suddenly the section of duct he was in gave way, breaking the ceiling and making him fall down into the dust the damage created.

The dust masked his presence, so he decided to take advantage of the situation. He got up, drawing his beretta and putting bullets into the heads of each of them using his heat sensitive vision. He had to get this over with quick. The dust settled and the mercenaries were all dead. Micheal LOVED his new powers. They always get him out of a bind. He headed for the roof, pulling out one of his knives. He opened the door, quietly slitting the first guards throat. The other guard tried in vain to empty his clip into Micheal, but in a swift motion, his trigger finger was sliced off. His screams of pain echoed to the others, and so Micheal had to react quickly. He pulled out his Beretta and fired twice in quick succession at each soldier. During that time, the soldier screaming in pain over his lost finger regained control, using his left hand to shoot him this time. Unfortunately, Micheal had long disappeared. He looked around for the teen, but couldn't find him. He thought of escaping, and turned to run into the roof exit. When he entered the doorway, hands caught his head and snapped his neck sharply.

Micheal got down from dangling over the roof entrance, leaving the dead bodies there. He looked over the edge and spotted his former group sneaking onto the helipad. Directly across from him stood Alice. Micheal looked back and saw a pulley with a bungee cord attached to it. He ran back and grabbed it, tying it tightly around his waist. He then walked up to the edge and gave an assuring nod to Alice before they both began to run down the side of the buildings they were on. Micheal felt the wind ruffle his hair, rushing past his face. He neared the ground, performing a flip while removing the chord from his waist. He landed on his feet, large knife in one hand and a smaller knife in the other. A few guards spotted him as he ran towards them. Micheal jumped to avoid the gunfire the guards sent at him, and used his feet to knock one gun away long enough to use his knife to make a clean cut through the guard's hand, making him drop the gun and scream out in agony. He swung at the man a second time, cutting clean through the man's neck, blood spurting at him, staining his clothes.

Micheal sensed another guard running up to him from behind, got up and turned around. He made a sprint towards the man, and both made a swing for each other. Suddenly the man screamed out in pain as blood poured out of the cut Micheal had given him from his abdomen all the way to his shoulder, also slicing his heart in two. Micheal swiftly turned around, running towards the last three guards in his section of the helipad. The guards, even in their dark tinted helmets, their fear was still obvious by their trembling. They didn't even bother firing their guns until the last minute. By then it was too late. Micheal jumped over them and landed low to the ground and spun with his knives extended to slash each achilles tendon. They all yelled out in anguish when they were silenced by the quick movements of his blades. Micheal stood over them, watching as they stopped moving altogether.

He decided to check up on Alice and see if she was okay, and when he walked past the helicopter he chuckled at the damage that was caused. Both then turned around when they sensed something that was amiss coming from the copter. Sara began to step fearfully out of the copter with her hands raised, and a gun to her head. Micheal gripped his knives cautiously, waiting to see who was holding Sara hostage. Soon he emerged. He wasn't a guard, made obvious by the fact that the man wasn't wearing the thick garb the other men were wearing. He had a snidely confident look on his face. His blonde hair was styled professionally in a simple parting at the side. He wore various shades of blue, and over his ear was a small earpiece.

"Drop the weapons or the girl dies..." He said calmly. Micheal was the first to throw his weapons away, unclipping his gun and dropping it. Alice glared at the man maliciously before dropping the two extendable batons she had in her hands and unclipping the guns at her waist and the hidden ones at her feet. Mike, Carlos and Jill also dropped their firearms and raised their hands. The guards who weren't killed got back up, restraining the non-mutants. The guards began to tie the four regular humans up, sneering at the two enraged superhumans.

"Well...this is where the real fun begins..." The man said snobbily.

---End Chapter 11!---

Whoa...chapter 11...that's so many. I never thought I'd actually write this many chapters. I'm probably going to put up the next two chapters as the ending and epilogue. I already have the sequel's beginning written out, so it won't be too long till I post again.

; Bye for now!