So here's a double update, with another one not too far away. Hope you like it. This is the final chapter of this story, if anyone is interested. The epilogue will be going up shortly after.
Full Part 3 summary: After narrowly escaping death in Raccoon City, Isaac is captured by a mysterious government faction and is given a new chance to join the rebellion against Umbrella. Three months of grueling, nonstop training have passed since Isaac has heard from his friends from Raccoon and now he has honed his skills as a fighter. One afternoon he recieves a phone call from Leon saying that Claire is about to infiltrate the Umbrella Labs in Paris and he goes off to help. What he doesn't know is that the nights three quiet months ago are about to repeat themselves.
Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Resident Evil, but I don't, I only own Isaac.
(Chapter 25)
I watched with wide eyes as the blonde woman's fingers caressed my sides softly, as if she was sizing me up.
"Excellent bone structure...strong potential...and oddly enough your blood is different from a regular human's...interesting Mr. Brown..." She spoke directly to me. I squirmed under her touch, her soft hands tickling my sides as she felt me up and down. This woman was creeping me the hell out, and Nat's shrill yells in my ear weren't helping with the headache I was having. The woman rubbed her cheek against mine, and suddenly she spoke.
"Don't worry...I think I might just toy with him for a while..." She spoke directly to Nat, who was screaming obscenities.
"FUCK YOU, YOU CRAZY BITCH! LET ISAAC GO!" Nat screamed into the mic, her voice ripping through my head and intensifying my pain.
"Brother must have been thinking of me all these years to give me such a fine research specimen..." The blonde cooed into my ear, her warm breath caressing the sensitive skin there. I could feel heat rising in my cheeks as she turned me to jelly in her hands. This woman was creepy, but she was still very attractive. I could feel the woman's fingers deftly undoing my jacket and shirt, revealing my not very muscular chest. "I want to have my fun with you..." She cooed as I screamed out in pain. I felt rivulets of blood run down my chest as she dug a scalpel into the scars left there by the Tyrant six months ago.
She licked my cheek softly, swiping at the tears running down my face in pain. "Poor thing...to have scars mar such delicious skin." I screamed out again as she slowly ran the blade of the scalpel across the new cut she had given me.
"Please! Stop!" I pleaded through gritted teeth. Suddenly I heard a soft clanking noise, and looked down past my bleeding torso. The woman had dropped the scalpel and was leaning over a small cart that had various medical tools neatly arranged on it. She was giggling, her shoulders shaking with mirth. She then picked up a large syringe, the barrel connected to an extremely long needle. She suddenly stuck it right into her chest, pulling at the plunger and pulling out a large amount of blood from her own heart. My eyes widened at the sight. She made no sign of pain; no inkling that what she was doing was hurting her. Once that syringe was full, she walked closer to me. I felt immobilized by the pain in my chest, and could do absolutely nothing when she slowly pushed the needle into my chest, right where my heart would have been.
She began to push in the plunger, and a burning sensation raced through my body, like my insides were being filled with acid. I screamed out as I began to wretch and twitch as every heartbeat sent new waves of fire through me.
"ISAAC! NO! HANG ON! HELP IS COMING!" Nat's voice was almost morphine to me, as I calmed down considerably and grit my teeth through the searing hot pain. I could feel my body burn as she finally emptied out the syringe into my heart. She slowly and sadistically pulled out the needle, cupping my cheek as I panted heavily from the convulsions of pain. I felt the bile rise up in my throat, and I quickly turned my head away from her and emptied out the contents of my stomach.
"You belong to me, Isaac. I have chosen you to be a part of my New World, in place of my brother...soon you will become something real...something perfect..." She whispered to both me and to Natalie. She backed up afterwards and left, leaving me in this dark place. Convulsions wracked my body, but suddenly the burning sensations intensified, making me scream out and cause tears to fall from my eye. The burning feeling seemed to only intensify as well, and I began to thrash around wildly, screaming at the top of my lungs in pain. I began to pull wildly at my chains, using every ounce of my strength to do so through the inferno in my body.
I could feel the metal cutting into my wrists, the pain caused by the metal paling in comparison to the pain in my body. Suddenly I felt the chains giving way. Blood was running all the way down my arms, some of it getting on the shackles around my wrists. I screamed as I glared at the blood. Suddenly it let out a hissing noise, then suddenly flames shot out of the blood and the shackles snapped as I pulled on them. I fell to the ground, staring at my bleeding hands and to the slices on my chest, and watched with terrified eyes as they began to reseal themselves, leaving pale marks.
Blood does not do that...nor does flesh heal itself that quickly. I could feel the burning sensation in my body, but it felt kind of different, and it didn't hurt as much. It was almost a dull ache, which soon subsided. I looked around and saw the still open door. I buttoned up my shirt and zipped up my jacket and ran out, trying to follow that woman. This was her combustible blood, and that meant she was dangerous. I took a step out into the quiet hallway and froze. Footsteps, very loud ones. I felt around my hips and found nothing. My gun was gone. I turned in the opposite direction of the footsteps and ran, coming to a small junction. I surveyed the room, which looked so much more different from the places I had been in before. This place looked almost like a regular household, not a base in the Antarctic.
In the corner of the room, two drawers stood proudly, with a large statue of a woman with a small bowl resting in a broken section of the floor. Beside the drawers was a door that ended in a left turn. I went through the doorway and turned left, finding myself in a large foyer like room, a large staircase in the middle and that woman standing at the top. I looked up at her as she looked down at me.
"My, my. Up and about already? Did you like that little gift I've given you?" She said in a happily regal tone. I furrowed my eyebrows at her.
"Would you mind stepping aside, Isaac?" I heard another familiar voice from behind me. I turned around just in time to avoid a backhand from Albert Wesker. As I dodged, he looked genuinely surprised by my sudden evasion. Suddenly the blonde woman laughed heartily at my former employer, while he looked apprehensively at her. He steeled his expression and spoke. "Alexia, you've got something I want, and if need be I will take it by force...give me the T-Veronica Virus!" He commanded, which the Alexia woman promptly laughed it.
"Inferior beings are not deserving of it!" She laughed, taking slow deliberate steps down the staircase. Suddenly fire began to billow out from her body, burning up her clothes. Her skin began to turn a sickly grey colour as her hair began to intertwine and turn into a thick mass of grey. I stared at the woman in awe and fear as she showed what was to be assumed as her true form. Suddenly Wesker shot forward and made a move to punch Alexia in the face, but was backhanded and sent back to the floor on his feet. She then leapt off the stairs toward my old boss, but before she could catch him he had rolled to the left and was back on his feet. She suddenly swung a hand; droplets of blood hitting the ground and bursting into flame just as Wesker made a run for the wall. Alexia followed his movements as he ran on the wall, throwing more blood his way.
I watched in shock as his sleeve lit on fire as he jumped off the wall, delivering a punch to Alexia's chin. She looked unfazed as she threw more blood, both Wesker and Chris jumping out of the way.
"Chris! I'll let you take care of this. We all know Isaac is useless in fights..." Wesker spat at me. I glared at his retreating form, just as Alexia threw some blood at the door. I broke out into a run after the blonde man.
"You won't get away that easily this time, Captain!" I yelled as I ran through the flames and chased Wesker through the courtyard. I grabbed my combat knife, getting an idea. I gripped the blade with my right hand and pulled, the sharp blade slicing through my skin and letting loose a few droplets of blood. I then swung my hand in Wesker's direction, flames blocking his escape. I might as well put this blood to good use.
"You don't know when to give up, do you Alexia?" Wesker asked, turning around. He looked kind of surprised that I was the one standing behind him, my hand dripping blood. I breathed in and out, glaring at the blonde man who had led my friends in Raccoon to slaughter. I'll make this my last stand, dead or alive I was going to make right the mistakes I made. He looked at me and smiled maliciously. "Why Isaac...I see you've picked up a few new tricks from Miss Ashford..."
"Cut the talk Wesker, just fight me..." I said, swinging my blood-drenched hand in his direction. Fire shot up from the blood I threw, some of it catching on Wesker's leg. He put it out quickly and ran at me, throwing a punch. I ducked and gave him a punch of my own, leaving blood on the back of his shirt and throwing him back a couple of steps. His shirt burst out in flames, and as he made to pat it out I ran forward and slammed my heel into his chin, sending him flying into one of the small marble fountains. Fully drenched in freezing water, he got back up and gave me an angry glare. He ran forward and swung his leg at me, hoping to catch me in the side.
I quickly jumped back then kicked upwards, barely catching him in the chin. He growled and punched me in the gut, knocking the wind out of me. I doubled over, stunned by the blow that gave him ample time to run up and give me a hard kick to the chin and send me flying into the door. I grunted in pain as my back slammed into the hard wood, the wood rattling with shock. I fell to my knees, winded before getting back up and throwing a few more droplets of blood at Wesker, missing. He chuckled at me as he ran forward and slammed his heel into my chin, sending me flying back into the door once again. I quickly gained my bearings and sent my fist flying into his shades, breaking the tinted glass and revealing his reptilian eyes to me. I dove out of the way when his fist nearly crushed my face, then ran forward and in a fluid motion, I had pulled out my knife and slashed him deeply in the arm.
He staggered back a little, shocked by the sharp pain of skin breaking. He looked at me in rage and barely suppressed shock. "You'll pay dearly for that..." He growled. He suddenly pulled out my own gun and pulled the trigger, the bullet ripping through to my heart and puncturing it, coming out through my back. I felt dizzy and the pain was intense as blood began to fall from my body. I dropped to the floor, pained and nauseated and blood pooling on the ground around me. Suddenly I felt the heat as the blood combusted, covering me in flames, and at first it hurt, but soon it turned into sort of pleasant warmth accompanying the cold that was seeping into me.
"Still a human, I see. Only took one gunshot to the heart to kill you. I expected more from someone who was more like Alexia." I heard Wesker's fading voice in my deafening ears. Everything was turning black, and my body felt heavy. The image of Alexia flooded my head, her transformed face still retaining a sort of attractive quality to it. She was smiling sincerely, without madness or maliciousness.
You are something perfect Isaac...you cannot die...
My eyes shot open as the raging flames around me began to burn into my body, and I ripped at my clothes and screamed and wailed out in pain. I could feel my muscles ripping themselves apart and re-piecing themselves under my skin, and my bones shattering and rebuilding themselves, and my hair began to change, turning into smooth plates of armour that wound around my face and covered my mouth. I twitched in pain and shivered as the burning sensation coursed through my body. My skin was the same colour as Alexia's when she transformed, but there were more armoured plates covering my body. Suddenly the pain stopped as the flames suddenly died down, and I could feel power coursing through my veins.
I got back up, staring at the man before me. I was different, and I kind of liked it. Wesker looked a little afraid, his mouth slightly open and his eyes widened just a little.
"Isaac?" He called confidently.
Suddenly I shot forward, slamming a fist into his chest and causing him to stagger back. He let out a grunt of surprise before grabbing me by the throat and lifting me up off my feet.
"Let's see you fight without air, you little shit-stirrer. Umbrella wanted you dead...I think I'll do them a favour..." He snarled at me. My eyes narrowed at him, and I grabbed his hand. I concentrated hard, and suddenly fire burst from my hand. Immediately Wesker threw me into the courtyard wall, my shoulders coming in hard contact with the stone blocks. I looked at my body, surprised. On my shoulders were shoulder plates, smooth and thick with bone. My hands were different, a hooded bone structure growing out of my wrists. I got up, feeling no pain and stared hard at Wesker.
'I won't allow you to fuck things up anymore...I'm going to hep Chris exact his revenge on you...'
"How...? You're still Isaac under that mass of disgusting mutated flesh, aren't you?" He asked. I nodded, then saw the small flame just about to die out on the ground. I extended my hand to it, willing it to come to me. Suddenly the flame intensified, and I directed it at Wesker, the column of fire bending and shooting straight at him, slamming into the man and throwing him back into the limestone wall, singed. Suddenly he threw a flash grenade on the ground, blinding me. When the flash died down, he was gone without a trace. Suddenly I heard Nat's voice in my ear.
"Isaac? Are you..." I began to think. With these armoured plates around my mouth, I can't talk. I had to try and get rid of them. I began to concentrate, trying to get the plates to recede. Just as I was about to give up the plates opened and uncovered my mouth.
"No worries Nat, I'm fine..." I replied quickly.
"A-are you sure? Your heartbeat and heat signature was skyrocketing just now..." Nat said worriedly. I laughed.
"Don't worry. Everything is under control..."
"All right...but I don't want you to be in danger anymore, so I've dispatched a retrieval team to the base. They'll be over the hangar in ten minutes..."
"All right. Over and out..." I spoke before turning off my communicator and the plates returned to covering my mouth again. I pushed open the door and saw neither Chris nor Alexia. All there was in the foyer was a door that was supposedly hidden behind a picture of a family. I ran up the stairs, running down halls. I turned some corners and entered a few doors and found myself in the prison. I could hear someone behind one of the doors, breathing. I flinched when suddenly the sirens began to blare.
"The self-destruct sequence has been initiated; all doors have been unlocked. Please evacuate the facility. suddenly one of the doors flew open, Claire coming out of it.
'Claire!' I called out mentally. She froze and turned around. She looked at me with shock. I put my hands up in defence. 'No, wait! It's me, Isaac!' I made the plates recede, showing my face. She looked at me with even greater shock. "See?" I asked verbally.
"Isaac?" She asked. I nodded. She ran forward, throwing her arms around me. "Thank god you're safe...although it seems like you're able to take really good care of yourself now..." She joked. I laughed, feeling less of a freak than before.
"Thanks. For not making me feel like a freak of nature..." I thanked her. She laughed and shook her head.
"You're still Isaac in there. That's all that counts." She replied. I nodded. Suddenly we were reminded of the imminent danger we were facing. "Let's go. Chris might need a little help." I nodded. We made a break for the power reactors, where Claire said Chris had gone. We climbed the steps and saw Chris emerging from the entrance to the control room. He looked shocked by my appearance, but Claire soothed him by telling him that it was I. I nodded.
"I tried going after Wesker, but he got away..." I spoke. Chris smiled.
"No worries. We'll catch him. Jill really wants to see you..." Chris said. I laughed. Suddenly a large tentacle burst from under the grating of the platform we were on, opening up and depositing a mutated Alexia. She looked at me with calm eyes. Chris looked at Claire and to the weapon inside the glass case and ran toward it while I stared down the mutant woman.
"Claire! Go! Isaac and I will deal with this!" Chris said. I nodded, narrowing my eyes at the psycho woman. Claire nodded.
"Don't you dare die on me, you two..." Claire said before running to the stairs. Suddenly Alexia threw a path of blood in front of Claire, stopping her in her tracks. I quickly made my way to in front of Alexia.
"You won't touch her..." I glared. Suddenly there was a gunshot and Alexia dropped, Claire getting away. I jumped back as her legs began to fatten and mold and her torso losing its arms and sprouting wings.
"Isaac!" Chris called. I turned my head to him and saw the Assault Rifle heading my way. I caught it and opened fire, firing directly at Alexia's head. Suddenly I felt something stab me in the side and I looked down, seeing a little bug crawling quickly towards me. I bent down and picked it up, setting it on fire and tossing it back at Alexia. I ducked when Chris told me to, and a spray of grenades hit Alexia, setting the mad mutant woman on fire. I moved away from the little bugs coming out of Alexia's body and opened fire once again. Suddenly she stopped, and a swarm of giant ants covered her body, eating at it and forcing her into the air.
"Isaac! Go! Make sure Claire is okay! I can handle her!" Chris called. Suddenly Alexia's voice invaded my head once again.
You are the spitting image of my grand-uncles when they were young...that is why I picked you...
'Alexia...'
What you are fighting is the manifestation of my rage. I never really was a real girl...I never liked the aristocracy when I was young. When I saw you on the floor of my lab and I read your mind, I was jealous of your upbringing deep down, and your memories filled the side of me that still cared for people with sadness and regret. That is why I gave you those powers. You love protecting the ones you care about, like my brother did for me...you have the will to do great things...and although I am a mad woman, I will cheer for you in hell...
'Thank you Alexia...I'm sorry we couldn't have met in different circumstances...'
"Are you sure?" I called back. He nodded, the weapon from inside the case in his hands and him dodging the acid being spit by the airborne Alexia. "Fine, but you have to make it. Be careful!" I called before running down the stairs and back down into the prison.
"Wait! No! Let me go!" I heard Claire's voice. I turned the corner and saw Wesker dragging Claire off. I quickly followed, knocking down some zombies that were in my way. I quickly ducked behind a corner as Wesker fired a few rounds from my gun before running off through a door.
"Wesker! Get back here!" I screamed as I kept running, finding myself in a place covered in ice and snow. He smiled, holding Claire by the stomach. I moved forward, but he put my gun to her head.
"Now now...one more step and Miss Redfield gets a bullet to the brain..." He warned. I stopped, and he smiled. "Good...now...I want you to come with me...you are a very valuable subject to my new employers, and they wish to have a sample of your blood." Wesker explained. I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head.
"Not unless you let Claire go..." I retorted. Claire's eyes widened.
"Isaac! No! Don't let him take you!" She yelled out before her mouth was covered by Wesker's large gloved hand. I ignored her comment and took out my communicator. I set it on the ground, despite Claire's muffled protests. "My mission is here is to make sure Claire goes home safely. You don't work for Umbrella anymore, so there's no reason for you to kill her..." I reasoned. He tightened his grip on her waist, making her wince in pain. He chuckled.
"Oh, but there is! To exact my bloody revenge on your friend Chris Redfield..." He stated confidently. Suddenly Chris came through the door, looking shocked to see Claire being held captive by Wesker.
"Let her go! You want me, don't you? Let her go, and you can have me..." Chris pleaded with the mutant man. Wesker smiled.
"True..." He said simply. He tossed Claire to me, the brunette tripping and falling to the ground. I quickly helped her up, grabbing my communicator and sticking it back into my ear. I then whispered in Claire's ear.
"Go. Get to the hangar, I'll make sure your brother gets there safely." I told her. She looked at me desperately, before I shook my head. "Go. We'll be fine..." I ordered. She nodded and ran; leaving me, Chris and Wesker behind.
Chris clenched and unclenched his fists, cracking them. "I'll make you pay for killing S. T. A. R. S." He went into a fighting pose. The armoured plates covered my mouth once again, my eyes narrowing at the blonde man.
'Your company killed my family and friends...you ruined our lives...you killed an entire city...you deserve to burn in hell...' I spoke to him telepathically. He laughed at our reasons.
"Such petty reasons for revenge...fine then...I will kill both of you..." Wesker said, running forward and knocking Chris back. I quickly moved, the blonde pointing my gun at me. I slapped it out of the way before slamming the heel of my palm into his nose, blood gushing out.
He in turn slammed a steel pipe into the side of my face, leaving me dazed. Suddenly he staggered back as a gunshot was fired; a handgun in Chris' hands. He stood up proudly right after, his gunshot wound healing quickly. I pressed on with my attack; slamming a fist into Wesker's face and tossing a bit of blood his way. The blood ignited in midair, catching Wesker on the arm. He put it out and then slammed his fist into my cheek, sending me soaring back into Chris. We both went toppling to the floor, and I was feeling a little dazed. Suddenly Chris saw the spool. I looked at it, then looked at Chris and nodded.
I got up quickly and ran forward, throwing drops of blood at the blonde man to place him underneath the steel girders being held up by the spool of cable. As soon as Wesker was in position, Chris dove and threw the switch, the cable unwinding and the steel girders falling on top of the blonde. We both stood there, panting. Suddenly the girders began to shift, and then give way for the emerging body. Wesker was still alive. We both stared at him with wide eyes shocked by his survival. I don't even think I could survive that, even with the new powers. He staggered toward us, holding his guns.
Suddenly an explosion blew the three of us back, Wesker's face burnt by the fire from the surprise explosion. He held his face, staring at us with hate-filled eyes in the middle of the debris.
"You two are pretty lucky...next time I will kill you both..." He said darkly. I narrowed my eyes at him before Chris grabbed my wrist and told me to get going.
We both made a run for the hangar, clamouring into the elevator and punching the button for the highest floor where the hangar was. Chris and I sprinted as soon as the doors opened, dodging an explosion. Chris made a jump for the plane when I saw the helicopter ladder. I made a jump for it and grabbed it. I looked up at the opened door and saw Nat leaning down and looking at me. I gave her thumbs up. She signalled the pilot to go, just as Chris and Claire rose into the air. I began to climb the ladder, getting pulled in by a distraught Natalie and her father. They both looked at me in shock as I sat in front of them in my mutated form before they stared wide-eyed as I finally had the time to change back, stark naked. They wrapped me in a blanket to keep me warm and closed the doors, the chopper flying off toward Africa.
I sighed in relief. It was over. Everything was over. I sat back in my seat, my fatigue finally catching up to me. I fell asleep with Nat's arm around my shoulders, her tactical suit smelling of her own unique scent that was even more apparent with my heightened senses. I felt safe with her. It felt great to feel that way again.
(Three weeks later)
I walked out of the research lab, the scientists finally concluding that I was not a contamination hazard. I made my way to my old living quarters. I had grown a little taller since those six long, hectic months ago. I had grown from a measly five foot six, to a good five foot eight. I entered the small room and stopped. On the bed was Natalie, in her fatigues. She had a sort of bitter smile on her face as she looked at me, and I could tell that she was sad.
"My dad's being transferred, which means I have to go with him..." She spoke, looking down at the neatly made bed. I smiled softly at her.
"Damn...you and your dad are the only ones here who don't look at me like I'm a freak..." I retorted playfully. I sat on the bed beside her. "Your father told me...but it's for the best. Once Senator Graham finds out that one of the people he hand picked to be part of an Anti-Biological Weapons militia is now a B.O.W. himself, I'm going to be kept on an extremely tight leash." She looked at me in shock.
"He doesn't know yet?" She asked. I shook my head with a smile.
"No. All he knows is that I've been wounded pretty badly. Your father lied to him." I answered happily. Suddenly I took her hand. "As a parting gift, why don't I take you out for dinner? I owe you my life..." I said sincerely. I did. If it weren't for her I would have been dead as soon as I walked into the Umbrella Facility in Paris. She looked at me, then smiled.
"No. My plane leaves in an hour. After this I don't know when we'll see each other again." She declined. I nodded, hiding my disappointment. She suddenly reached behind her neck and unclasped something. She pulled out a small lapis lazuli triangle stone, polished to a gleaming lustre. She took my hand and opened it, placing the necklace in the palm of my hand and closing it around the jewel. She leaned in afterwards and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. My skin burned where she had touched it with her soft, small lips and I was left to ponder the meanings behind the kiss as she got up. I looked at her in confusion.
"What is this for?" I asked. She wouldn't look at me, but I could hear the sadness in her voice.
"I never want you to forget who I am." She spoke. I stood up, walking toward her.
"I never forget anyone. Especially friends..." I told her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders in a soft hug. "If you ever have the chance...come visit me sometime." I whispered into her ear. She hugged tighter, burying her face into my shoulder, sobbing quietly. I pet her hair, feeling her sadness in the very depths of my soul. I slowly withdrew my arms, smiling. "You should go. Your father is probably waiting for you..." I said. She sniffled a little and nodded, turning to the door and walking away.
'I won't ever forget you, okay?' I spoke to her mentally. She paused for a moment, then nodded. Nat walked away, leaving me to face my fate all by myself. She was strong. I needed to be strong as well, for everyone.
(End Chapter 25)
So there's the end of the story. It was sort of anti-climactic wasn't it? I always like to end things on a soft note. There's one more chapter to go after this, which is the epilogue. I'm going to be mentioning Kris in the next chapter, because he's going to be a central character in my next original fiction. Anyway, read and review, if you want to...