"Activate Nemesis Program"

My eye shot open and quickly adjusted to the bright lights. My body acted on its own accord and stood. I flexed my tired muscles, staring at myself in the mirror. I was a horrifying beast! Something straight out of a horror film… Or so I thought.

"Your mission," a voice said over the speakerphone. "Destroy S.T.A.R.S. members. And eliminate your primary target. Your weapons will be arriving shortly."

"STARS" A deep menacing voice boomed. Was that me?

"Good… now get dressed and head out."

I growled, somehow liking the way I looked. What looked like tentacles protruded from my neck and attached to my chest. My mouth was lipless, and yet curled in a sadistic manor. My teeth were deformed, large and sharp. I looked taller than I'd ever been, and my skin was withered, torn and scarred… I didn't care. I looked badass! Wait… that's not what I meant. I didn't really want to look this way!

My eye caught something in the corner of the room… Clothes that were made especially for me. When I slipped them on, all black form fitting leather, another lipless smile formed on my face. Oh yeah, now we're talking.

"STARS" I breathed, liking the sound of the deep ominous voice. With that, I walked right out of the door, which had been opened for me.

I liked the sound of leather scraping against leather, the rubber soles of my boots squeaking on the tile floor as I walked. I heard a chopper overhead some seven stories up. How I'd heard it, I don't know… But I did. My body was moving without my control, going to where a few large crates had been deposited.

I let out a chuckle as my large monstrous hands moved over the metal containers and made quick work of opening them. I'd never really worked with a rocket launcher, or a machine gun of this quality before. But just as easily as a kid playing with Lego blocks, I assembled my weapons and walked from the Umbrella owned building into the dead streets of Raccoon city.

"STARS" God how I loved the sound of that!

As if I were watching a movie, everything moved forward. My feet took me deep into the streets, passing several infected civilians. And yet… I didn't stop to question this. It was almost as if I'd grown up seeing the undead every waking moment of my life. No matter. I had a mission to complete and my senses were telling me there was a group of S.T.A.R.S. Members nearby.

I heard gunfire, but thought nothing of it. I could hear a hungry moan in the shadows as a zombie moved about looking for food. I let out a growl in reply to the undead and listened to the rubbing of leather and the soles of my shoes as I moved.

From the shadows I emerged, rocket launcher in one hand and machine gun in the other. "S.T.A.R.S." I growled, face twisted in another cruel smile. I could see the steam rising from my mouth each time I exhaled. Was it really that cold out here? Funny… I felt nothing. Not even when a sniper bullet pierced my shoulder, leg, and chest. I just growled, fed up with the annoyance.

The guy on the roof of the old auto body shop was frantically shooting. I could hear him shouting "What the hell is that thing!?"

I lifted the rocket launcher onto my shoulder with little effort. Say good-bye fucker… I remember thinking as I pulled the trigger. The missile broke free and torched that sucker! Perfect shot!

They were waiting… Each and every one of them… They had guns, my eye registered them as members of S.T.A.R.S. and their threat was minimal. But still… I quickly discarded the rocket launcher and held the gattling style gun up and held the trigger. Bullets whizzed out and pierced the walls and windows. Something in my brain brought the image of countless cops fall as the bullets pierced their vital organs.

Slowly, my gunfire came to a halt and I stepped forward to examine my work. Somehow, I got a sick sense of satisfaction when I saw the twisted, steaming corpses of my enemy all laying on the floor in pools of their own blood. With a growl, I noticed a civilian standing amongst the dead bodies.

I growled as my eye immediately registered the armed civilian. Threat? Minimal, of course. Yet… I thirsted for more blood. "Respect" the civilian said shakily, dropping his guns to the ground. In annoyance, I let out another vile growl and turned to leave. No use in terminating a non-armed civilian. Besides… It would be much better if he were torn limb from limb, as he would be devoured alive by the infected that infested this city.

I remained quiet as I moved through the city. Only the leather and rubber soles could be heard… And of course the rugged breathing that escaped my lipless mouth. I moved through the shadows, feeling drawn toward something… I don't know quite what it was yet.

An hour had to have passed by as I wandered the streets. Whatever I was being drawn to kept changing direction. Damn it! Hold still so I can blast your ass to smithereens!

Somehow, I'd known my target was going to cross over the walkway overhead. Nearby a car was ablaze, providing some light. Although I didn't need the light anymore, my abilities were far advanced. All thanks to Umbrella.

I stopped, hiding within a shadow. My eye was fixated on the bridge-like walkway nearby. I heard something… Footsteps? Breathing? Whispers?… Speaking of breathing… I slowed mine down so much that you'd think I didn't need oxygen to live. That I only breathed it in for the hell of it. My heart rate slowed to an almost non-existent tap within my ribcage.

There, I waited. Waited for my prey to cross my path, which it would undoubtedly do. Then… It happened. Someone stepped onto the walkway and looked my direction. This was my primary target. I could feel it within every fiber of my being. I was intended to fight and possibly kill this person. But… Who was it?

Immediately the chips in my brain began working to enhance the image before me. A grid lined along the body and face. When the image appeared before me, I wanted to look away. Alice!? Below the picture, it said: Primary Target… Eliminate?

NO! I couldn't! I tried to turn away and just walk on as if I'd never seen her, but my legs propelled me forward. Suddenly, two other people appeared in my line of vision. S.T.A.R.S. members… What I thought was just part of my mission turned into a sort of jealousy as the man stepped closer to Alice. How I'd become jealous, I don't know. And this guy wasn't even like that with her, you could tell! But something about him just got my blood boiling and I fired.

The bullet disabled him, because that's the last I saw of him. He was down, but not eliminated. "STARS" I growled, this time sounding more evil than I had in the past.

Alice leapt from the balcony and landed on the ground in fighting stance. Alice! It's me! Please… You have to understand. Alice? My hand squeezed the trigger and bullets whizzed toward her. Alice! No! Run! She did… But I think it was only a distraction so her S.T.A.R.S. pals could get away safely. Oh well.

I tried to stop myself, using every ounce of my strength to pull back, but nothing doing. My body moved forward, firing at her every now and then. She leapt over a fence just as I saw a bullet strike a gasoline can and send up a blazing cloud. How I'd done it was beyond me, but somehow I'd jumped over the ten-foot fence and landed on a vehicle. Woah! I didn't think my massive body could do that!

She ran, I was close behind, walking at a leisurely pace. ALICE! Wait! Help me please! I don't want to kill you! Honestly! This isn't me doing this! You have to believe me, I'd never want to hurt you… But my words only escaped me as a menacing laughter as I hunted my prey. No… this wasn't right!

I continued to fire. I hoped I didn't hit her, because if I did… Yes Alice! Go down the laundry chute! Good girl… Hide from me! I don't want to hurt you.

I stuffed the rocket launcher down the chute and pulled the trigger. I heard a loud explosion down below and chuckled. Oh no… Did I kill her? No… It didn't say "Target Eliminated"…Phew.

I probably should have gone down after her. But my body would NEVER fit through there! I mean look at me! I was a giant! I just growled with disgust and began walking. There was no way I was going to get to her now… I exited the building and started my search for S.T.A.R.S. members once again. Somehow, I had a feeling I'd be seeing her again… soon.

I just hope I don't succeed in killing her. If anything… I hope she kills me. Its better she doesn't remember who I am. Then, she wouldn't have to live with that on her conscious… that she was the one to personally end my life. Please Alice. Destroy me before I destroy you. I thought as I progressed through the dead streets.