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

Chapter: 8

"You're going back?" Matt asked. "That would most likely be suicide!"

"I started this and I'll bet you all know damned well that I did," I said.

"But the Hellions, you're not armed, how can you expect to even hold them off?" Mark said. I shrugged, but turned nevertheless. I left the garage and hopped into the van. I unloaded the equipment and found Baohuren in the back. I pat him on the head and made way for him to get out. Yet he didn't budge.

"Come on, boy," I said, he just stared at me.

"He's worried about you, so am I. So, we're going with you," Angela's voice broke the silence behind me. She hopped into the back, and smiled. "Let's go."

I shrugged, it was probably useless to attempt to dissuade her, even her dog was immovable. I hopped into the driver seat and rolled up the window. Luckily they were tinted, no one would see me.

We drove for twenty minutes, until we arrived at the abandoned garage, The steel doors to the hive were closed still, but we knew that the mansion had a door as well. "You get to the mansion and take that way down, I'll take this door." I said. Angela nodded and her and Baohuren ran off.

I punched in the code to open the doors, and they screeched open, the dented metal grinded against the wall as it opened. The Hellion had really pounded the crap out of it. I walked down the dark hallways, the lights had been turned off somehow, yet there still backup lights on here and there.

There were blood stains on the walls, spattered here and their, but the bodies from which they came were no where in sight. This was freaky, but I walked on to the armory anyway.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps, slow, staggered ones. I looked about me, searching for the source, but I saw nothing. Then came a moan. A woman, as if in some terrible pain. I ran around the corner nearest me, and beheld a hallway full of staggering zombies walking away from me. One turned to look to me, yet looked away and resumed walking.

I had to get to the armory.

I ran from there on. Where those zombies were going, I had no clue, but I could find them. When I reached the armory, I grabbed a jacket of Kevlar armor, and strapped it on. I threw a pack of belt ammo onto my back, and slipped on the bladed wrist guards. Then I strapped the Desert Eagles to my waist, and threw two grenades in the pockets of my cargo pants. I picked up the gattling gun and combat shotgun, and loaded them up. I grabbed extra ammo for a handgun to give to Angela.

I scratched my arms and legs, they'd been itching since my outburst, and wouldn't stop.

I was ready.

I burst from the room, and ran surprisingly fast to where the zombies had been. As I got nearer, I heard bellows and shouts, and gun blasts. Angela had met them.

I readied my weapons, and tore around the corner to see a swarm of zombies surrounding a small person, who was fighting them off as they came.

"Crap," I said, she'd entered conditioning, this was the main thing I was afraid of, how would she recognize me now?

I fired into the fray. After mowing down several of them, they seemed to accept that I wasn't one of them. They ran at me, stumbling and looking very stupid, yet I merely blew them down.

I pulled a grenade, and shoved it inside the mouth of an oncoming zombie. I shoved it back and fired the shotgun at two more and watched the small explosion take out a number of them. I then threw off my gattling gun, for some reason I didn't know, and threw out my wrist blades. I jumped off the wall and kicked a zombie so hard that its neck broke. I slashed into one's head, then another and another. Not noticing right then how incredible I was fighting, and how I hadn't learned any of these moves, I was just performing them from instinct…strange, but useful. Suddenly, the last zombie fell, yet five fast gunshots rang out.

POWPOWPOWPOWPOW

The concussions of these bullets were felt right over my scar. Then out of nowhere came a powerful kick in the same spot. I fell on my back screaming. My whole body was consumed in the pain, yet it vibrated in my limbs with every heartbeat.

Angela stood not ten feet away, with the smoking barrel of her Falcon pointing right at me. The dog growled, but she paid no mind to it.

"Angela!" I bellowed with every effort. At this, she did twitch somewhat. "Angela, it's me, Scott, the one T-Virus victim in this whole friggin' facility you don't need to kill!"

She started shaking. "Angela, please, really! I'm not gonna fight you, just stop, or you will KILL me! Do you want to do that?" I said through gritted teeth. The pain was so intense. My head was throbbing now.

Another moment passed, that felt like hours, as her hands shook. Finally, she looked like she was about to say something. "…..No."

She dropped the gun and fell to the ground, breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" She asked.

Oh, how badly I wanted to say no, "Yeah, I'm fine."

I tried to sit up. But my scar felt as though it had burst open. Suddenly, something greater than pain swarmed from the scar through every vein, out of every poor of my body. I felt as though I was engulfed in a tangible form of the very definition of pain. Yet something was happening. I felt my arms and legs changing.

"Scott!?" Angela screamed. Baohuren whimpered and licked my hands. The very touch burned like acid.

Finally I couldn't hold it in, I no longer cared if I attracted every creature in the Hive, I screamed, as loud and long as I could I cried out as the relentless agony tore my body apart.

What was happening?

Every muscle in my body bulged, to enormous size. And then, the joints in my arms and legs all disconnected in several gross pops. I wanted so badly to die! Every second was a year long as this pain continued!

Yet suddenly, it began to recede. The bones felt reconnected, but my arms and legs were still longer and stretched out. My black fingernails were gone, replaced by small claws. And a new bone had torn from my flesh and knocked away the wrist blades.

The swelling stopped, and I breathed, cool, nice air. I sat up, with the remnants of the pain still vivid in my imagination, and so powerful that it still seemed there. Yet it was distant, in truth.

Angela was staring at me with a look of horror. "What?"

"You ask me what when you just changed out of no where?" Angela asked.

I stood up, and felt the Kevlar jacket move against my skin. I had shrunk!

I looked at myself, I was still incredibly built, yet my body was stretched, I was thinner, yet only slightly. The itch in my legs and arms was gone, I had to talk to Matt and Mark when I got out of here.

I heard a roar from down the hall, Lickers were coming. I looked to the bones protruding from my forearms. I felt back and forth, and the ulna and radius were still there…had this new, dagger like bone come from nowhere?

I toyed with the stupid idea that I would be some wolverine copy, and could retract the bone, yet surprisingly, when I willed it to pull back, it did just that. I stood wide eyed. The skin around the bone folded over and the wound closed and healed immediately. What had happened?

I willed it back out again, as the first Licker bound around the corner. I quickly tightened the Kevlar and ran at them. Angela screamed and began firing. I stopped and tossed her my extra clips and handguns. Then I turned and saw the four Lickers, one on either wall, one on the ceiling, and one just turning the corner.

I ran forward, yet stumbled when I noticed how fast I was. The Lickers were now right in front of me, looking astonished as well. The two on the walls switched places and jumped around me, they were interested in Angela again, someone uninfected.

They flew by me, much slower than the one had when I'd first met Angela. I stuck out my arms and pulled them back inward. The bone on my wrists cut through them both. The third Licker bellowed and bounded towards me, he too was impaled and torn in half. I was fighting, yet dumbstruck at how fast and strong I was.

I looked to where the final Licker was, yet only in time to see it pulled back behind the corner.

Author's Note: Hey everybody! I'm getting time to work in study hall so it looks like I'll be a little more available to write. I know that now I'm probably pissing a lot of you off with Scott's change, but I'm just trying to go my own way with the story. I hope you all don't mind too much, please review, later!