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

Chapter: 9

I heard bones cracking yet again, but this time, instead of joints disconnecting, it sounded like they were being broken by crushing, powerful jaws. The Licker screamed out in what was probably agony, until it suddenly was stifled.

A low, frightening growl flowed around the corner, stopping Angela, Baohuren, and me dead cold. Breaking the silence came a massive bang from a gargantuan foot.

Boom..Boom..Boom

And with one last step one blue, horrid foot. Angela screamed out, her voice squeaking in fear. Baohuren grabbed her shirt and pulled her away, she followed immediately, but I was frozen in place.

There were five hooked claws protruding from the toes of this giant paw, with its thick blue hide stretched out tight against its muscle.

Then it pulled itself around the corner, and I became truly petrified.

This creature was, if nothing else, creative with what it ate. I didn't know what it looked like before it escaped, but now it was the epitome of anyone's nightmarish monster. Its arms were as thick as a tree trunk, and rippled with deformed, and misplaced muscles.

As I studied the shoulders, the horror of what I noticed first was nauseating. Human and Licker skulls were stacked up, covering every part of the creature's shoulders, just under the skin. Its head was larger than one would expect. From the scalp, like a menacing form of hair, human and otherwise ribs stuck out and curved downward from its sea blue head. It's eyes were shockingly intelligent, yet sinister and cruel, the irises were blood red, yet every other part was pitch black. It had a salamander shaped face, with a serious under bite, showing thick, sharp fangs covered in glistening saliva.

Its body was more slender as I observed down the its waist, coming to two immensely powerful looking legs, with long, clawed feet. I was glued in place….how could they make such a monster? It looked to me slowly, with cunning, intelligent eyes. It opened its mouth wide, with dark saliva dripping from the top jaw to the bottom. It inhaled and bellowed. It's rank breath hit me at such a force that I stumbled backward, and then, it was coming at me.

I jumped up as it bit into the air where I'd been standing less than a second ago. And reared up to bite at me again. I kicked hard off its snout but failed to even move its powerful head as I threw myself away.

It turned slowly, growling in frustration. It opened its mouth and several long tongues spilled out and threw themselves at me. They were Licker tounges! I stumbled backwards and avoided all I could, but several tongues struck and grasped me. The ones that got my wrists and legs pulled me into it….and I could do nothing to stop it!

The Hellion made several short growls, but as I was struggling against the pull of its many tongues I wondered, was it laughing?

Suddenly in a fit of rage I forced the wrist bone out of my free arm and cut the muscle away that was pulling on me. The Hellion screeched, and the limp tongues fell to the ground, twitching.

Now all was silent, the creature was staring at me with the utmost hatred, I was obviously the first thing in the facility to cause it any sort of pain. I stood straight, staring back at it, in wonder and defiance. I couldn't beat this creature, but I could get away, and I would the next time he lunged at me.

He did just that, but this time, it was as though his speed had doubled. I was half as high as I was when he bit down, I was still right there, all he had to do was look up. I grabbed the ribs jutting from his head and back, and threw myself behind him.

I turned in midair and landed, right next to my gattling gun. I picked it up, ignoring the ammo pack on the ground and fired.

The rapid gunshots combined with the screams of anger and agony from the creature were deafening. Yet I kept firing for several minutes, the creature fell, full of holes, trying to get back up. One eye had been struck, yet the good one was widened, now all the wiser with the discovery of such immense pain, and so much more hatred for the catalyst of it all, something it wanted to eat was fighting back. With one last grunt, it fell to the ground and didn't move.

I picked up the ammo pack, and ran around the corner, allowing my increased speed to carry me swiftly throughout the Hive, there was no way that thing could survive so many bullets. I ran through the doors, sure that any real threat was gone and done with. I closed the doors behind me.

Angela and Baohuren were sitting in the back of the van, she was swinging her legs and patting Baohuren on he head. "Hey!" She said, snapping away from her solemn face. She got up, ran at me and threw her arms around me.

"Oh I'm so glad that thing didn't get you!" She said, hugging me tightly, I put an arm around her, slightly confused. "I'm so sorry, I saw that thing, and I panicked, it was so evil, I could see it in its eyes."

"It's ok, I dealt with it, but it scared me shitless," I said. She let go of me smiling. "Let's get outta here." I said, she nodded.

I drove us back to Amelia's home, and we walked in the door to find a sight that I couldn't say I wanted to see, at all. Matt, Mark, and Jacob were sitting on the couch. Each had the barrel of an automatic weapon pointed at them. Numerous costumed S.T.A.R.S members were in the room, and each turned to us when we walked inside.

"Project Nemesis Omega and Project 666," said one of them. That was the second time I'd heard myself referred to as that. It awakened some feeling of purpose in the back of my mind, but it was easily pushed aside, but the name of my 'project' itself made me wonder. Nemesis is a term used as a synonym for enemy, a hated foe. And omega, that's the last letter in the Greek alphabet. Were they fancily calling me the enemy to end all enemies?

How would they call their own creation that? Project 666 just seemed strange too, the devil's number, the mark of the beast….hm….

"You are all officially under quarantine by order of the Umbrella Corporations. You are all to accompany us to-….accompany us to……AAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" The man tore off his helmet, and threw it away.

Blood was rushing from his eyes and ears, he fell to the ground and began convulsing. Soon afterwards, to the shock of everyone in the room, the rest of the squad holding my friends hostage suffered the same bloody end.

"I really wish you wouldn't do that so much, I never get to shoot anyone anymore," sad a man's voice from the hidden hallway across the room.

A dark haired man wearing an Umbrella uniform with the symbol stripped off, a young girl, a slouching, confidant looking African man, and a brunette with a sea blue shirt and black skirt walked into the room. Then, walked in someone that I had seen before, but not in conscious hours…rather…I'd seen her in my dream! This blonde haired woman strode into the room, scanning the bodies with disgust, as though she loathed even the souls of these men, as she stared them into the ground, and down to Hell.

I froze in complete shock, and as she scanned the room over all the way to me, she did as well. We just stared at each other for several seconds, until tears filled her eyes and she broke the silence. "….Matt?" She asked weakly. She took a step forward, and I looked to Matt, who shrugged.

"Uh, think you're looking for him," I pointed to Matt, who was sitting on the couch still. The tears in her shining blue eyes spilled over and her lip curled as she let out her sobs, and shook her head. She rushed forward and looked right into my eyes….

She peered deeply into my left eye, and only briefly into my right one, before turning away. She fell into a chair and covered her face with her hands.

"Alice, it isn't him, he's dead…" said the brunette.

The girl I guessed was Alice's throat shuddered in a shaky breathe, and she nodded. Angela had a look of total shock on her face, we looked at each other, and then back at these people.

Author's Note: Sorry about another long wait. Please forgive me and don't hate me….'tis the season to be jolly…. Sorry though, school's making me really frustrated wit hall these interruptions to important things like writing… Well please review, I'm trying as hard as I can to get this stuff out, but we'll see when the next chapter comes, right? Later!