Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, or Angela, just Scott.

Chapter: 7

Author's Note: To all readers, to be blunt and honest, I'm not "learned" in the details of the game Resident Evil at all. I don't know what kind of creatures Umbrella has produced, only what I've seen in the two movies, that is what this story is based off of almost entirely. I've had some help from friends and I thank them for that, but I wont be able to keep up to events while I write this, so I give my apologies.

Now, an offer, in this story, Umbrella would be unreasonable and cliché to have only the same monsters as before, so I will be making new ones, if anyone has ever had an idea and would like me to incorporate it into the story, please email me with the address on my bio. Thanks! And sorry again for my ignorance of the events in the game.

"So what?" I asked.

"So WHAT!?!?" Matt bellowed, he was panicked, looking as though he was scared to death. "We have to get out of here and lock the door FAST!"

Matt ran out of the room, with Mark and me speeding after him. He ran to the stairwell, and opened the door, it wasn't locked.

We walked in and Matt slammed on the button under the speaker on the wall. "Emergency!!! Drop everything you are doing and evacuate the premises, you have ten minutes, or we will be forced to lock the door. Evacuate the premises!"

"You'll give them ten minutes to leave and then just lock them in!?" I asked.

"Scott, I'm sorry, but you have no idea what goes on in the lower levels of the hive," Matt said.

"The hive?"

"Yes, that is what the facility is called, because of its shape, we are only on the second level, there are fourteen, each gets smaller and smaller, and the experiments that go on within them are filthier and filthier."

"So what's at the bottom?"

There was that demonic roar again. Yet after this time, there came the sound of human screams. Matt looked sick now, as though everything was hopeless. "That."

We ran up the stairs. "I have to get Angela!" I yelled. They nodded and we ran to get her and her uncle.

"What's going on!?" Angela demanded as we burst into the room.

"No time!" Mark said. "Jacob, you'd better prepare that portable suspension pod and quickly, in ten minutes we will be stuck here with the Hellions."

"WHAT!!!???" Jake bellowed. He didn't even give them time to answer, he picked up several things, and then got up to the computer. "Scott, please take these."

He handed me a glass cylinder and a large, yet strangely lightweight canister full of a thin liquid. He handed Matt and Mark several other things, and even some things to Angela. "Alright, everyone leave, I'll be with you soon, get to a van and wait for me."

"Uncle, what about Red?" Angela asked. Now Jake was working furiously on the computer.

"I'm working on it sweetie, but it will take time, just go!"

We ran to the garage, with three minutes left, we let the crowd pour out before we left, hopefully the metallic doors to the entrance had already sealed. The crowds thinned quickly, and soon only a few people were leaving at a time. We still hadn't seen Jake, and Angela was beginning to get worried. They had loaded up the back of the van, and there would be just enough room to hide me.

Far away, from within the hive, I heard more screams, both human and otherwise. Yet what Mark had called the Hellions dominated over everything else. Suddenly we heard Jake's voice, he was running, screaming, completely panicked.

"What Uncle!?" Angela shouted. Suddenly the doors began to close, and I leapt forward. I put my back to one end and an arm on the other, yet I only slowed the closure. Jake ran through, and then I heard the roar of the Hellion, it was so close.

"Let it close as soon as I'm through!!!" Jake bellowed. He dove through the door, and I got out of the way, watching an enormous, blue and deformed claw appear around the corner.

I heard it bounding after the doors closed. Then it slammed up against the door; it was huge. Yet the doors held, and after a few more tries we could hear it lumbering away. I stepped back. "We're outta here!"

We leapt in the van and sped out of the garage. "What was that thing!?" I asked Matt, still horrified.

"It's what was kept at the bottom level, the bottom level was newly added to contain the Hellion project. It was one of the few projects that we built genetically from scratch and the T-Virus. It was meant to be the ultimate weapon, a giant beast with a hunger that truly knew no bounds. We made it so that its saliva places a marker on every cell of every thing that it eats.

The marker then acts as a transport, and takes every muscle cell to its own muscles, and every skeletal cell to its bone, and so on and so forth. Yet once the Hellion reaches double its old size, speed, and strength, it will intake some more, and will make a lesser self, only slightly less fast, strong and sizable. In this way, Hellions will eat, even things infected by the T-Virus should they become desperate enough. If it consumes enough humans or otherwise in the hive, I'm afraid those doors will not hold it," Mark explained.

"So how do you stop it?" I asked.

"If we could stop it, we would have, but all we could manage to do was seal it in the lowest level of the hive and leave him to hopefully starve to death, if he is capable of starving to death, it takes a very long time," Matt said.

"Umbrella will deal with it, it's their own little mess," Jake said, he was driving the van somewhere. "I'm taking us to Angela's mother's home, it's been kept well for us in case we ever wanted to visit."

Angela's home was the size of Umbrella's mansion. There were easily enough rooms for everyone. It was on top of a secluded hilltop surrounded by woodland, overlooking all of Raccoon City. I would be able to go outside there.

By the next day we were in and settled, waiting for some sign by Umbrella that the problem had been eliminated. I, however, did not stay and wait anxiously by the phone, or watch the TV for signs that things had gone out of control.

I sat on the cobblestone porch, overlooking the woodland canopy as the hill descended before my sight. All of what was happening at the Hive was my fault...Only Matt and Mark knew, as well, if they'd told Angela and Jake, then it would explain why I wasn't being visited at all.

And so I stayed, day and night, the summer air didn't cool too much when the sun disappeared beneath the western horizon. I just kept watching the trees, dosing from time to time.

However, this was the first time I dreamt....I was dreaming, I always knew, for one reason or another. I dreamt that I was behind a woman with golden hair and a red tank top shirt and cargo pants, armed to the toe of her booted feet. We were back in the Hive.

Everyone's had a dream where they are walking and suddenly they fall, and they instantly wake up. This was nothing like that. We walked passed a t-intersection in the chrome hallways, and suddenly a blue swarm bulged out and pulled her aside, I heard her scream and then...

I woke up, sweating so profusely that drops of water fell from my face and to the ground where an existent puddle was growing.

How long had I been sleeping?

In the moment of shock I forgot what I'd seen, but when it came back to me, I shuddered, I would never tell anyone of this dream. Inside, the phone rang.

I walked in, as Mark turned to me, "It's for you."

I picked up the receiver. "What?"

"Scott, we know what you've done, and we hold you completely responsible. You are going to clean this up before the first....incident.....happens again. Do you understand me? Good" Click.

The man on the other line hung up. He was talking to me like I was a three year old... What was with these Umbrella guys? I set the receiver down. He did, however, sway me very easily. "I'm going back."

Author's Note: Well that was certainly quicker than usual. Think about my offer, I really hope I don't get swarmed. Please review anyway, though, please!!!!!!!!! Well I gotta go work on some other stories, so later!