Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, the game or the movie. I do however own Scott, just not his concept as a nemesis figure.

Chapter: 4

The others and I were laying with the backs of our heads to a large fallen tree trunk, waiting. Amazingly, I wasn't that shaken by the fact that I was about to kill a large number of people. The realization that it didn't bother me, however, did bother me. Yet it had been drilled in my head, enemies MUST be eliminated. The sergeant rolled silently next to me.

"Hey big guy," he said to get my attention. "Why don't you give these guys a roar or two to wet their pants before we ambush 'em?"

I growled out of anger, but the man held up his hands. "Hey, I'm serious, it'll rattle them and while they're distracted, the others will spread out. On five roars we'll all start the ambush."

I stared at him for a while deciding that he was legitimate in his request. I nodded, and took a deep breath and pointed. I let all my air out in one, long, drawn out, beastly roar. I heard the men scream and shout in the distance.

"Que!?!?!?"

I bellowed again and watch the team scatter to all their positions, then I roared again and again, and then finally, my loudest, and angriest one yet, its intensity never seemed to stop growing, until I was out of breath. Instantly, everyone burst from their hiding spots and tore through the men that had set down their arms to find the animal.

What struck me as ironic was that they all died pointing at me and screaming. At least I'd be a good distraction. I pulled out a Desert Eagle with my left hand, and pulled the trigger of both that and my gattling gun.

We tore through all the men of the fort, and yet more and more seemed to be pouring out of outposts from the forest and from small dugouts, soon I heard the sergeant whistle and he motioned for us to move forward, I dropped my gattling gun, and removed the ammo pack, after taking the shotgun from it. I wanted to be able to move freely.

We rushed in, I fired my shotgun and tossed it back by my ammo pack, then I pulled out the hand guns and fired each of them until they were out of ammo, I threw the clips back to the ammo, and took new ones from my pockets, and emptied them.

I repeated until I was out of ammunition, and there were still a few men left over. I threw the guns away too. I tensed and bent my wrists, yet as the blades were sliding out several bullets hit me. Three struck the armor, and left nothing more than a vibrating sensation. However, one grazed my cheek, and left a cut. It stung, pretty bad, and I got angry, but the one in my arm made me really angry. I rushed at the last three, and using my unwounded arm, I thrust the blade into the first man's heart, and he was dead before he hit the ground. I slid the blades back in, and grabbed the other two, I spun around and hurled them into the air, too high to survive the fall.

The other men watched the rebel bodies fall in awe. They were silent until I was back behind the tree, picking up my gear. A tall member of the group set fire to the fort, and we made sure it burned to the ground. Then we all left for the rendezvous point, where we were taken up and back to America.

I hopped off of the helicopter and instantly I was escorted inside the fort and promptly to the van, where they wheeled me back to the mansion. I waved the escorts off once I left the van, saying I'd go to my quarters.

However, I had no intention of going there yet, I'd only seen a small portion of the apparently gargantuan underground facility. I planned to explore the base, no one would give me a second though, I was, to bluntly put it, their property.

So I wandered here and there, seeing nothing too out of the ordinary, nothing like me, anyway. Yet as I wandered around I soon left the scientific experiment level and came to an enormous corridor, full of tall, locked doors.

I was staring at the ceiling when I heard on door open, and then shut, but when I looked, it seemed like nothing had even been there. "Okaaaay."

Suddenly, the sound of gunshots cut through the silent air, and inhuman screams were coming from inside the doors to my, and what sounded like a dog barking. I rushed to open the door, but it was locked. But something was going on in there and I had to find out, I rammed into the door several times, bending the steel, but nothing, finally, I stepped back and kicked the handle as hard as I could, and it swung open. I stepped into a maze-like corridor, at least three stories high. All was silent for a moment, and then I saw someone walk across the intersection in front of me.

"Hey!" I called but they walked on.

I ran up behind that person and grabbed their shoulder, the turned around and I threw myself back in disgust and dismay. The person's skin was ravaged and dead looking, and his eyes were just the same, they were cold blue, with no humanity in them at all. His mouth hung open, moans of pain or something coming from it, as it dripped some strange form of black saliva. I stared in horror at him, but he didn't do anything but stare at me. Nothing happened for a moment, and then a brown haired girl stepped around the corner.

The creepy man seemed to snap back to life, it turned and ran at her, bellowing unlike any human should be able to, and stumbling a little as though he were a zombie or something. To make another entry on the list of completely weird things happening, she just pulled up her shirt a little, revealing the smoking barrel of a Falcon Handgun strapped to her thigh. He pulled it out, and pulled the trigger.

BPOWSH

The back of the man's head exploded as the bullet ripped through his brain, and he fell instantly. Two more zombie looking people jumped from behind the girl, and they grabbed her. She turned and shot one right in the forehead, and suddenly, a large Doberman jumped from no where and ripped out the throat of the other one, just as he was about to....bite her?

She finished that one off and shot it in the head. She then looked to me, the dog stopped as well. It cocked its head, and the girl ran forward, she got right up in my face, and for a moment just stared at me. Her eyes were hazel, but her pupils were so dilated that I could barely see them. She jumped back away from me, pulled out the Falcon, and fired three times, I covered my face with my wrists, but she wasn't aiming for them.

The leather straps holding my Kevlar armor to my body snapped, and it fell off my torso. The girl then ran at me, and pulled a ridged edged combat knife from the gray messenger bag at her side. I took a moment to notice she was staring intently at the five scars on my chest from the creature so long ago. Those were incredibly sensitive, and I'd be reduced to nothing if she got at them. The girl ran up to me, but I was ready, I stepped back, and grabbed her wrist, I forced it up, taking note of how strong this girl was, despite her petite body. I stepped forward and turned around, this action force her to let go of the knife. I had her where I wanted, or so I thought.

The girl dropped to the floor, and swung her leg around, so my hold was useless, and she then jumped up and sat on my shoulders, she then gave a powerful kick with her heel right into my scars.

I bellowed and fell to the ground. She hopped off of me and picked up her gun, she aimed it at my scars, but I was already immobilized. I could just stare at her pleadingly.

Suddenly, the dog jumped up, and clamped down on the barrel, shoving it away as she fired the gun. Then it jumped down and stood in front of me. What was going on. I was slowly recovering no, and I stood, but when I did, I about fell over again when I noticed the girl fawning over the dog.

"Oh, Baohuren, are you okay?" She asked, the dog licked her face and smiled big at her. She looked up to me, and her eyes were normal. "Hi, what's up?" she said in a gleeful tone.

I stepped back. What had just happened? That girl was just about to kill me, and the DOG saved me, and now she was a normal girl all of a sudden.

"Uuummmm, nothing," I said, cautiously. "Who are you?"

"I'm Angela Keller," she answered. "Who are you?"

"Scott," I answered. "Does not my form freak the Hell out of you?"

"No, not really, I've seen scarier things," she said. "So what's you're-"

"Angela!" Came a small British girl's voice from seemingly nowhere. "Angela! They're sending a licker in there!!! The scientists overrode your uncle, they think you're ready!"

"A what?" I asked.

"Shit!" She said, now looking insanely scared. "Wow, that was kind of on queue," she said, breathing a sorry attempt at a laugh. I heard a large BOOM across the corridor. Then came a bellow that I could easily recall from memory, and still had nightmares about.

Angela shrieked, "Let's go!!!" She grabbed the dog's collar and my wrist, and drug us down the hallway, I switched the grip and drug her, easily pulling her back to my fallen Kevlar. I strapped it on again, and pulled the leather so I could latch it again.

"What are you doing!?" Angela screamed, she was petrified. "We have to go now!"

"No!" It was time for my own little vendetta that I thought would never come. I clenched my fists as the bangs grew louder and louder, and the roars came nearer and nearer. Angela ran behind me and began crying. I understood why she was afraid, but this time, I was equipped to fight this thing.

It burst around the corner, digging its claws into the wall. I stared at it, at its eyeless head, and Angela fainted behind me, but I wouldn't let this thing get to her. I wouldn't let this happen to her. I bellowed, a roar that would scare any human away.

It, on the other hand, didn't move, it only shrieked back, slightly higher and less intense than my own roar. I ran at it, and it jumped, but not at me, it leapt over me, heading for Angela.

It wanted her.

I reached up as fast as I could, and grabbed its dangling tongue, and yanked down. The licker yelped as it hit the ground. It turned to me, and its large claws extended as it swiped at my face, I blocked it, and buried my fist into its face. It dropped to the ground, and got back up quickly. I was already on it, I grabbed both its arms, and dug my knee in its back, I pulled up, until I heard the cartilage snap, and the muscles rip, and I severed both arms. The creature squealed insanely, and tried to stand and run away as blood poured from the wounds.

I clasped my hands together, and brought them down on its head, and into the ground under it. The thing stopped squirming, and lay dead.

I stood up, turning to the now jaw dropped Angela, "That wasn't so bad."

Author's Note: How could Scott find the same creature that had attacked him inside the facility? Questions will be answered in time, but for now one seems most important who is this Angela girl? Find out next chapter, if you would please review, I'd be better motivated to get it up sooner...Please? Later!