Chapter Fifteen: Invasion

A few hours later...

Everyone was in the chow hall on the B-1 floor, on the Renegade. Ben Seller had finished his food, putting it away in the trash. Working graveyard shift on deck was technically murder, but he got paid for it. He grabbed a cup of coffee, pouring a little extra sugar and cream.

The chow hall, as it was, was a very crowded place most of the day, open twenty-four hours. He zipped his jacket up only to a certain limit, were he could have access to his handgun. He opened the exit door, hearing the loudness of the hall become silent and muffled as he shut the door. He stood in a massive chamber with a marble staircase in front of him, as he went towards it, hearing each footstep echo in the giant room, he made his way to the first step.

He started climbing the steps, making his feet sound louder than the floor, tapping, then echoing throughout the room, muting the muffled chow hall sounds. The stairway split, one going left, one going right. Each leading to the same room.

Making it to the first floor, he opened the doors to the front deck, feeling the cool, salty wind blow across his face as he stepped out. Today he had front deck. There was then a middle, and a rear deck, as he walked on the metal platform whistling to himself.

This was the way he made his living, every since he took an Umbrella job, he was only assigned as security guard, patrolling the area, nothing seeming to happen. 'Take it easy, their paying you extra to keep your mouth shut.' Especially, he had to keep his mouth shut about those creatures the ship made and experimented with, all he had to do was shut-up and wait for the cash flow, filling his account as he kept walking, spotting the gigantic crane.

The crane had to be about two-hundred feet high. Two yellow towers with a giant tram stuck to a middle track, fitted with a claw, like the claw machine. He had never seen it operate, it was probably a disguise adding to the fake ship. He passed the first tower seeing the second one about a few hundred feet away.

He walked to the rail, seeing the sun set over the calm horizon, surrounded by dark clouds. He peered down looking at the blue Pacific ocean, as it was engulfed with black as the sun disappeared, reflecting the moon and stars. From where he stood, if he was to fall off, he would plunge about a hundred feet before hitting the water, then sucked down by the rudders, and sliced and diced.

He looked away, thinking of what it would feel like, if he did fall off, swimming helplessly in the water, then sucked in, swallowing gallons of water before getting your head turned inside-out and out your ass. He let out a stifled laugh and continued walking passing the second tower.

Thunder sounded off in the distance as he walked around, feeling the faint tingle of rain hit his face. It only began to sprinkle, but it wasn't too much of a danger. He looked back to the area he exited, seeing light in the windows, as the building structure looked like a black wall, in a blanket of darkness. He started whistling again, this time in a different tune, as he kept walking, hearing the rain begin to fade off, only hearing the wind as the ship glided in the water.

Again, he had made it back to the first tower, and checked his watch, seeing that he had only eight hours to go, before he was due for bed.

He stopped walking, turning his face to the direction to the wind, hearing a soft humming, like a wasp buzzing around its nest. He saw a small shape coming towards the ship, like a helicopter, wait, it was a helicopter. It was now close enough were he could see the details as it flew by. He continued watching it, hearing another buzzing noise behind him. Turning around, he saw another helicopter just like the other come by, but holding four to six red canisters.

"What the hell?" he said, seeing the previous chopper fly past him. Something shot out of the side of it and exploded in the air, a flare. The second chopper came head to head with the ship, and the canisters fell from the bottom.

Ben put his hand in his coat, feeling the cold handle, of the handgun as he took it out, 'bombs,' the canisters weren't bombs, as they exploded in the air, releasing a group of giant shapes onto the deck. The shapes hit the ground with a hard boom, tumbling across the floor like rag dolls, then stopping just twenty feet from were Ben stood.

The shapes stood up, as they were giants, but he couldn't make out their faces. "Stay where you are!" he shouted, "You're all under arrest. Stay or I'll shoot!"

He dropped his coffee, hearing it splash on the deck, as he aimed toward the group, hearing thunder explode. The wind picked up flying against his face, as it dried his eyes, making it harder to focus. The shapes came towards him, with low booming steps.

Boom! Lightning hit the ocean sending bright rays of light to the ship, and Ben finally saw their faces, for a second before feeling the fear soak into his body. Big as they were, but pale white faces, with no signs of hair, but shiny black eyes staring down on him, as the group edged forward, each thriving step shortening the distance between them and Ben.

Ben fired blindly at the group, not knowing if he hit them or not. Lightning struck once again, showing their faces again, and he fired seeing one of the rounds hit the clothing on one of them. Not faltering or stopping, they eased forward. He kept firing, wasting his bullets, as he tried to take the group down. The gun clicked in his hand, telling him that he was empty.

He began desperately, digging for a clip in his pocket, pulling one out and dropping it as he panicked. "Oh, my God." he said turning around and running for the emergency panel near the door. He felt something grab his arm, and he stopped in his tracks turning around as one of the giant beings held onto it. He struggled to get loose, pulling away, feeling the pressure around his arm grow tighter. He was only feet away from the panel, stretching his other arm to grasp the switch to warn the rest of the ship.

"Let go!" he shouted as his index finger rubbed against the switch. The pressure grew tighter, and he felt pain course all through his arm. His bone snapped and he let out a cry in pain, feeling his flesh ripped, as though the giant was squeezing his arm like a sponge. He struggled once again to get free, and felt his finger go into the switch, triggering an alarm.

He heard his flesh ripping, as the things hands squeezed without mercy. He began beating the hand with the empty gun, panicking to get free. He then fell to the ground, feeling hot blood touch his skin as he got up. He looked at his arm, seeing that everything below his elbow was gone. He opened the door and stumbled in, falling to the ground and kicked the door closed with his feet. Struggling to get up, he locked the door, and fell to the ground staring at his arm in horror, glancing at the fresh flesh hanging out, and the bone which stuck out just inches. He gagged, and looked away, feeling the pain make its way to his chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Looking up, the door began to bend inward as the giant freaks tried smashing their way through. The door wasn't going to hold, Ben began getting up onto his feet, as the door crashed opened, and the group made their way in.

He saw them look at him as he got to his to his feet, spitting out blood. "Get away from me!" he shouted, and he turned for the staircase. He was then slammed onto his back, by a cold hand. He looked up seeing four of the giants looking down at him, with no expression on their faces. They crouched down and Ben felt each hand wrap around each arm and leg on his body. Another of the pale giants came to him and pressed its boot on his chest. He began squirming trying to get free.

Suddenly, he felt his arms and legs grow tighter, as the giants stood up. He felt his skin stretch and tighten to a certain limit, but still they did not stop. His bones snapped out of his sockets and he gave a cry in pain, wondering were everyone was. His skin began to split, hearing his flesh rip. And very slowly, he was pulled apart, feeling the blinding pain envelope his eyes, as the giants pulled his arms and legs out of his body as he screamed in horror. Then, he felt his head crush inward, feeling his eyes squeeze out of his face, as one of the giants smashed his face in with its boot.

Captain George Newman, stood on the bridge watching the sun disappear over the horizon, as the ship glided through the water at one- hundred seventy knots. This was the most majestic ship in the world, with the latest technology. It was eight thirty and a storm was brewing a few miles ahead. Light rain began pelting the giant, two-story window, as everything inside was quiet.

Twenty years of operating on Umbrella ships had become his life. He enjoyed it, open sea, away from shore, that calm blue sky in the daytime. It was what he dreamed of when he was a boy.

He walked up the metal staircase to the second floor of the bridge. He made it up to the small walkways overlooking the bottom, as he walked past the computers. Three wooden wheels with gold encrusted handles stood there as one was occupied. He walked up to it placing his hand on the handle, turning to look at the night-driver. "Beautiful night, isn't it, Gibson?" he said.

"It sure is sure," replied Gibson not looking from the window.

George chuckled lightly, walking up to the glass, and placing his hand on it, so beautiful.

The Renegade was blind to most people, warlike on the outside, but the inside was well designed. The bottom floors where the experiments were performed was just like a laboratory, strictly forbidden, from the crew and him. The only way to see any of it, is if the bridge had overcome a problem were they would have to operate the ship in the emergency control past the labs. It was-

Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm went off making George jump as he made his way back down. He went to the radar seeing if the ship was being breached. Nothing showed on the panel, as the radar operator said it was nothing. Nothing was on the scope. "Turn the alarm off," he said. The alarm went off and he got on the intercom, "Please, ignore the alarm. It is a false alarm. Repeat, please ignore the alarm." He set it down and took his hat off.

Lightning had started flashing in the distance followed by thunder as the ship made its way in the storm.

Boom! A ball of electricity exploded on one of the crane towers, sending a massive boom of thunder; lightning struck again, lighting the whole room up.

"Turret building to bridge!" The radio kicked on filling the room with a burst of static, "We found the graveyard security guard, he's been ripped apart! He's dead. Something got him!"

The operator clicked on the headset, "Ripped apart? Good God what happened?"

"We don't know, but we- what the?! Oh shit! Help us!" Heavy gunfire filled the radio, "giant people! Send help! My god they're ripping us apart! We-!" the line went dead as the operator tried calling to them.

"Send help to the Turret building!" George shouted, "Get some backup down there-"

KaBoom! Everyone looked towards the window seeing a big explosion erupt from the front of the turret building, metal debris flew into the window as the explosion cleared into a ball of smoke. Another explosion set off at the same area, again more debris hit the window. "My god!" he said in confusion, wondering who the hell would set off an explosion to get rid of whoever had killed the security guard.

"Sir! Come quick!"

George ran to the radar panel, glaring down at the screen, seeing a bunch of red dots appear on the screen as they approached the ship. "Quick, operator, contact those approaching planes, or choppers."

"This is the Renegade you are nearing our ship. Respond now, or we will have to take action. Over."

"This is Corin Pearson, you will be boarded, please prepare for attack. Over and out."

What the hell. Someone was playing a sick joke, and he didn't like it one bit.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... He looked toward the window barely making out about fifty or sixty helicopters coming this way. Red capsules hung from all of them, at least six each, closing in on the distance between them. He ran to the intercom and turned it on, "Everyone, battle stations immediately! This is not a drill! Repeat! This is not a drill! Intruder Alert!" he got off and looked at the rest of the bridge, "Stop this ship!"

Everyone in the ship heard the message and they all got up running for the turret operations room. Chad Nogoy grabbed his gun and exited the chow hall and ran up the staircase as one of the men blew those mysterious giants away by unhooking one of the eighty pound fire extinguishers and shooting it, blowing away a small portion of the wall. He came through the next room seeing the metal staircase to the gun turret operation.

He was in room A; there were exactly six teams for the turrets, going from A to F. He ran up the staircase and got off on the second floor, coming through the door. The room was already crowded, as eight people began checking the systems and monitors.

Sitting in his seat, he heard the faint noises of helicopters from outside. He sat in his seat switching on the monitor and bringing down a set of joy-sticks, one for each hand, each stick controlling a single turret cannon placed outside.

The intercom speaker came on, "This is the captain, fire when ready."

He heard the high pitched humming, as the rest of the machines turn on as he focused on the screen viewing the sky. A chopper came into view holding six red canisters and he pressed both switches, sending thick powerful straight lines of lead at the chopper. The chopper faltered swerving left to right, and the capsules dropped, exploding in the air. The chopper burst into black thick smoke and exploded in the air.

More helicopters flew by the debris releasing capsules, as Chad heard his team commenting as they destroyed a chopper. He continued firing trying to get a clear shot as the choppers zoomed by with great speed releasing more and more of the canisters. He rotated the turret, as he continued firing at the tails of the reign of choppers, in the dark threatening sky. He only damaged a few more, mildly damaging the sides, as they took off.

"Holy shit! What is that?" he heard one of the team members say.

Chad lowered the turret onto the deck rotating the turret seeing more of the giant figures that probably killed the guard. Lightning lighted the whole deck as he saw maybe fifty or sixty of them getting up. He aimed and fired seeing the freaks stop, as he pierced their skin with rounds. 'What the fuck?' These bullets were powerful enough to take down one of the choppers, easily, but these giants ignored it as it was not a threat.

He continued firing, focusing on one and began blowing the shit out of it, knocking the flesh and clothing off its body. He kept firing until the thing fell to the ground as a pile of bleeding flesh and bone. That only thing had taken over five seconds, maybe ten.

"Ignore the choppers, get the targets in the ship!" he shouted, pushing down both the buttons once again seeing the next things arm fly apart, as the rounds flew past it. "What the fuck are these things?!" shouting once again as he finished it off.

"I think their called tyrants." he turned his attention to the man next to him and looked back at the screen.

Tyrants? Why can't you call them shit-eaters? The turret he controlled was on the south tower of the crane, overlooking the whole front deck and parts of the middle deck.

He pointed downward on a group of five or six tyrants running towards the building he was in and fired, not stopping trying to take out the group, "Their near the turret building!" he shouted. His hail of rounds were joined in by five or six more turrets shooting in his direction, shooting the tyrants into the metal deck, like they were clay, finishing the group off.

Everyone in the bridge had a gun taken out, as George held an Ak- 47, pointing at the window, as the turrets did their business in taking out the choppers. Helicopters flew by as they dropped the red capsules onto the ground releasing a some sort of figure.

Most of the turrets were focused on the deck as some of them fired into the air destroying only a few choppers at a time, making them fly into other parts of the ship and blow-up. The alarm continued to go off flashing the room in bright blue.

Boom! A chopper blew-up just a few hundred feet away. Metal debris slammed on the window.

"Oh, shit! Watch out!" someone shouted, as George looked at the window seeing a huge red capsule crash through the window, coming apart in the bridge knocking a huge figure out, making it smash its way to a stop, hitting computers and denting the wall.

"It's a tyrant!"

Gunfire erupted onto the figure smacking it with rounds as it got up, ignoring their weapons and turning its attention to everyone inside the room. The tyrant got up as the rounds pelted its body. It performed a jump landing on the balcony of the bridge. Gibson started screaming, as George ran up the stairs firing the gun like crazy.

Reaching the top, Gibson was thrown out the window, screaming as he went. He continued firing at the tyrant, as it jumped forward at him. Reeling back, George was knocked off his feet, as the giant fist slammed into his chest.

Two more of his men made it to the balcony and began firing, as he lay on his back, regaining his senses. He got up ejecting the clip, and slapping in the next. He aimed at the tyrant, pulling the trigger, as it grabbed a hold of the operator by the neck. A wet crunching noise came from the operator as the tyrant squeezed his neck to death.

The operator gave out a gag, and died in the tyrant's hands, but still the tyrant kept squeezing, and his head fell off hitting the floor with a loud thud. It turned its attention to George as he stepped back, firing at its coat, puncturing it with bullets. He fell back over a console landing on his back, still firing. "Die!" he shouted hearing the gun go dry. He looked at the tyrant as it, came towards him, very slowly, making it look more menacing. He fumbled for another mag digging through his pockets, hearing thunder erupt in the distance, as wind pounded against his face.

"Why won't you DIE!!!" someone shouted, jumping on the tyrant's back and firing straight into its head, as the tyrant fumbled, trying to grab him off its back.

George got up sliding the clip into the gun, seeing the tyrant pull the man over his shoulders and held onto the mans sides, and slammed his body into the floor, smashing his whole body into the metal floor, watching intestines shove their way out of the side of the body, as the skull crushed, sending bodily fluid all over the floor. The tyrant finished and the man looked like a crumpled towel.

The tyrant walked toward him as George fired, screaming in anger, trying to take the creature down. The tyrant stepped back, and he knew he was damaging it, making it feel pain, as rain started to hit his back. The tyrant crouched down on its knees, closing its solid black eyes, as he continued, wishing that it would die. He was going to kill it, the tyrant was already jerking its head back, as its arms began to tremble.

He continued screaming in bravery, killing the humongous threat, continuing, rain hitting his back, hearing lightning and thunder strike simultaneously, clashing together like a powerful force, vibrating the whole room.

Click, click, click- His weapon ran away again and he went through his pockets trying to find another mag. He saw the tyrant open its eyes and get up, and it started at him once again.

He stood his ground knowing it was his time to die, as the tyrant brought both of its fist together over its head, and George closed his eyes thinking of all the happy times in his life, hearing the air split as the two fist made its way toward him, enclosing the space between them.

George felt the two fist touch his head and he died, as his skull crushed in, for that the tyrant, slammed its fist down his body, cutting him in half vertically.

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