Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, the game or the movie. I own Scott, but not Angela.

Chapter: 6

Three weeks after the Licker incident

'You gave me life, now, show me how ta live!!!'

I was laying face up on my bed, with my arms behind my head and my feet tapping the air to the beat. I loved Audio Slave music. It was a little older than the stuff they had today, but it was better, by a long shot. I hated techno.

The two ATU missions I'd been on so far had paid very nicely, but all I could think of to spend the money I got on was my rooms new blaring speakers, a CD player, and a truckload of CDs from a few years back, the stuff I loved. I also had a nice plasma TV hanging on the wall, and a Playstation 2, but I couldn't play it very well anymore because of my enormous fingers.

But my music, I didn't know how I lived without my Metallica, Audio Slave, Linkin Park, Lost Prophets, Korn, or any of the other bands I idolized. I hopped up, and looked at the calendar, thinking today was something special, and I had some extra energy that needed expending.

I looked, and jumped. Today was the day that Angela was coming out of the suspension pod. I tightened the belt and put on a black shirt with the Umbrella Corporation's insignia on it, and ran to the room that I'd memorized.

Over the past three weeks Angela and I had become good friends, she was like the people that I used to hang out with, and it helped me hang on a little tighter to my past. Now I know it's weird that every time I wanted an answer from her, I'd have to look to that computer, but I learned to deal with it.

One thing I'd really been looking forward to was something I'd kept secret, and had only asked about when we were alone. All she would say was that she'd talk about it when she was out. I knocked and Jacob let me in. He smiled.

"You're right on time," he said, than he twirled his finger, gesturing to me to turn around. I did so, and heard the liquid gurgling down some drain, and the machinery moving away. "Here you go," Jacob said. I waited for a moment as she put her shirt back on, and I turned to see Angela blushing.

"Feeling better?" I asked, instantly feeling stupid, she nodded. We left in silence, then, when out of the room, she proceeded in talking very quickly. She told me about her mother, and how her father, an Air Force Lt., had died in combat. Her mother had signed documents allowing Umbrella to genetically create her a baby. Thus, Angela was born. Then I gave her my story, subtly leading to my question. "So.... before you got sick. What were you saying about the Lickers?" I asked finally.

"Huh? Oh yeah, didn't you know? Umbrella made them, by injecting the T-Virus, their favorite weapon, into humans, the results were unstable, so they locked them up in what we call the dining hall. They don't do much there, but as soon as something goes in they go insane."

"No, I didn't know," I said. "The scientists have always said that was a military accident, and that Umbrella was trying to help me."

"No, they're probably just using you for a weapon like they do with most of their stuff. Did you know that most graves are dug up from under ground and brought here for tests?" She asked.

"What!?" I yelled; that was disgusting!

"Yeah, I know." Angela said, looking glum. "Sometimes I wonder if everyone on the outside is like they are, and I'm just the different one."

"Huh?"

"I've never left the backyard of the mansion," Angela.

"Well, no, people aren't like that, that's a crime in the outside world," I just looked down and let my eyes dart left and right as I thought angry thoughts about the people that had been using me for over eight months. I began growling; suddenly I heard a more canine snarl. Again, her Doberman was in front of her with its lip curled, staring at me with defensive eyes.

I looked at it, and forgot my anger for a moment; once again, it was frightened for Angela in a moment of my emotion. I discarded it, and looked to Angela. "I'll be back later."

I turned and ran down the halls, teeming with anger, not knowing how I let myself be fooled. I clenched my fists harder as I ran, ready to fight if necessary. I burst into the lab that Matt and Mark were usually in. Unfortunately for the scientists there, Matt and Mark were absent. I thrust the doors open, shattering the glass and bending the metal frames. They all jumped, immediately terrified.

I scanned the room quickly, and roared. "Where are Matt and Mark!?!?!"

They all looked at each other, and shrugged. Without a word, I sped out of the room, then was halted by a familiar voice. "You wont find them here."

Red projected herself onto the floor next to me. "They've been called to the second level for a meeting with their superiors, a meeting about you," she said.

"Well then I think I should be there, don't you?" I started walking. Her projection appeared in front of me.

"You cant be there, you only have Level One clearance," she said. I walked through her, and onwards to the entrance to Level Two. Red appeared next to me yet again. "You know I cannot let you go farther than your clearance level."

I looked at her. She seemed apologetic, but that didn't matter to me at that moment. I clenched my fists. "Here's my clearance." With one swing I knocked the door down. An alarm sounded off, but was quickly quieted.

I began to run again, and took the elevator downwards. I tore out of it when it stopped, screaming. A man's voice came over the intercom. "Please go forward and take a left at the nearest intersection, we will see you in the third door down, thank you Scott."

I did as I was told, I didn't know who that cocky man was, but I was planning on hitting him nice and hard when I met him. I entered the doorway and stood there growling. There were four men in there, including Matt and Mark, looking extremely worried, or sad, I didn't know which, and two other men I didn't know. They looked extremely happy with themselves. "So, Scott," said the one that had spoken over the intercom. "You've learned our nasty little secret have you?" They asked. I clenched my fists again, and this time I heard the leather on my gloves squeak.

"You're damn right I have, and you're gonna regret lying to me," I said, snarling. He laughed.

"Oh am I? No, I think not. I've actually been waiting for this to happen, it makes things much easier for us, you see. Donald, activate the Nemesis Omega Program," he said to his fellow scientist. I took a step forward, understand, I'd never liked arrogant people, and now, well this guy thought he was in control of everything, that made me hate him more. I was going to press him into a little cube the size of a marble.

I stopped.

I stood straight, as if at attention. I couldn't do this.....What? It was against my purpose of existence.....WHAT?!?!?! I had to kill this man. I tried to move, but I couldn't, I wasn't told to. What was happening? I strained even to look at that smiling bastard. He was laughing heartily. I heard something besides that, and looked to Matt and Mark. "Sorry Scott, for what little it's worth, we never wanted it to come to this."

Come to what?

Suddenly, there was a white flash in the center of my vision. It spread out into a horizontal line, and then spread out over my field of vision, until a translucent red screen covered it. On the left, binary code began speeding upwards, just a jumble of ones and zeros. Finally, a cursor began blinking on the screen in the center of my vision.

"Nemesis, step forward two steps then resume position." Now I could move, I took two steps, but stopped. And went back. I looked at Matt and Mark pleadingly. They looked utterly disgusted with themselves. "You see, Scott, now you are going to do everything I say, and you don't even have to think about it," said that vile man.

Enraged, furious, fuming, not every synonym of extreme anger in existence could add up to what I felt then. With all the might it took, I took a small step forward. The cursor began to blink out letters.

HALT...OBEY PARAMETERS....HALT

I took another step forward. Then another, and another. I was right in his face, he was suddenly not arrogant anymore. "Nemesis!!! Halt!!"

I grabbed his neck, and picked him up, bringing him to eye level. "Fuck you..."

I squeezed until his eyes bulged from his head and he was screaming through his clenched throat. I threw him as hard as I could through the window. He shattered the glass like tissue paper, and dented the wall on the other side of the hallway. The other scientist, Donald, was already gone. I brought my fists down on the computer, and instantly moving became much easier. I threw all of the equipment down and broke it until the room was a jumbled mess of metal scraps and electrical sounds. "Come on." I said to Matt and Mark.

"What have you just done?" Matt asked, aghast.

"What?" I asked. And from several floors below me, I heard a demonic roar.

"You've just unlocked and opened every door in the facility," Mark said.

Author's Note: Sorry it took so long again, writer's block, but I hope I can speed up production again. Please review, I hope this chapter excited you, later.