Jill and Billy looked down with minor disgust as the lumbering creature that once was two separate beings repeated slashed at Albert Wesker. Faint sparks ripped through the massive creature's body, but it appeared to be unaffected.
"Man, what a way to go," Billy says, holstering his Striker and taking hold of his shoulder-strapped rocket launcher.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Jill adds, taking hold of her grenade launcher. A heavy mass landed nearby and the master of unlocking turned, aimed, and sighed in relief. "Leon."
Leon locks eyes with Jill, grins, and says, "Miss me, gorgeous?"
"Shut up." Jill turns her attention back to the one-sided fight below. "We have a couple hours left until the reactor goes nuclear, so now what?"
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something," Billy says, taking aim with the rocket launcher. He adjusts the launcher's digital scope and tightly focuses it on the muscled behemoth. "That's right, scuz bucket. Kill him and then I get to put you out of our misery."
Leon and Jill watch intently as Wesker manages to evade the lumbering giant's strikes, while fidgeting with a small hand-held device.
Wesker desperately presses the button on his remote device, hoping that somehow the high-powered shocks will stop the creature trying to kill him. His face was decorated with three long, diagonal slashes, his left leg was covered in blood, and his right arm fell limply at his side.
"Come on, you piece of shit!" Wesker yells. "Die already!" Using his thumb, he rotates a small dial around the electro-shock button, and a small light up display turns from yellow to red. "You won't get me that easily!"
Wesker pushes the button and the Tyrant-Nemesis hybrid explodes with electricity. The scent of cooking meat floods the boiler room and the hybrid monster still stands. Wesker backs away and pushes the button again, but nothing happens. He throws the device away, pulls out a red grenade from his belt, pulls the pin with his teeth, and throws it. A wall of flames envelop the Umbrella beast, but it appeared to be unaffected.
"Wessssskerrrrrr!" roared the beast and stabbed its massive claws in Wesker's shoulder. The bleeding human was hoisted up to the monster's face.
"That Ashford bitch couldn't kill me, so what makes you think you can?" Wesker shouts.
The Tyrant-Nemesis growled and hurled Wesker to the other side of the room. His head slammed into a steel pipe with a bone-cracking thud, and his body slumped to the floor. His eyes remain open, and stare intently at a strange purple fluid leaking from his uniform.
"Now?" Billy asks.
"Now," Leon says.
The ex-Marine tightly focuses on the Umbrella beast and fires. Four rockets explode from the launcher and converge onto a single target. The Tyrant-Nemesis turned around, just in time to see the projectiles comes towards its face. It let out an enraged roar and shook its claw in the air.
Jill, Leon, and Billy duck and cover as a massive explosion rips through the boiler room. The stench of burning meat and smoke flood their senses. After a few minutes, they stand up and survey the damage. The monster's body parts were strewn around the target area, and half the skin on the Wesker corpse's face had turned ashen.
Billy lets out a deep breath and drops the launcher over the side of the railing. "It blowed up real good."
"Yeah, it did," Leon adds. "Let's get outta here before we do the same." He and Billy take one last look at the smoking crater below and cross the catwalk.
Jill puts the rabbit down at her feet, stands rigidly, and gives a shot salute. "Farewell, Captain. May you have truly died at that thing's malformed hand." She picks up the rabbit and runs to catch up with her two friends.
Thick veins spread out from the charred remains of the Tyrant-Nemesis. The thick cables of muscle intersect and bind the various pieces of the creature. The body parts come together and slowly start to reform. Out of the mass of muscle comes a massive hand, with several, jagged claws of various lengths and shapes.
A pair of legs emerge next, one resembles the thick muscles of a Hunter, while the other has the appearance of a Tyrant. A second hand rips through the muscle mass, with a shark fin attached at the shoulder. The head emerges next, with one half resembling the Tyrant's face, and the other taking the characteristics of the Nemesis.
The amalgamated creature shakily stands and sharp steel spikes explode through its body. Its tongue slithers from its mouth and whips through the air. It knew what it had to do now and it would not stop until it found its newest targets and killed them mercilessly. Picking up the scent of fresh meat, the beast pursues.
Wesker's lifeless body rocked with convulsions. The thick wounds that decorated the corpse suddenly healed, and any evidence of the wounds was gone. The veins near the dead ex-captain's left eye gradually turn black, and decorate the dead face like a grotesque tattoo. The corpse's chest rises and falls, and his lifeless eyes shine with malice and hatred.
With a grunt, Albert Wesker stands up, feeling the breath of life flow through him once again. He was curious as to how he was still alive and halted his investigation when he noticed the numerous glass shards sticking out of his chest. With barely any thought, he brushes the crushed glass away and wills the black veins near his eye to return to normal.
"Better hope the bitch in red found some samples, 'cause I just ruined mine," Wesker mutters to himself. He checked his watch and decided it was time to leave. "It's the mansion all over again."