Huh… Where's this… Taking a look around, it looks like I'm in a white room or something, kinda like in that movie. How'd I get here? I can't remember…
"You." What? Who said that? What the heck? Someone's standing over there, he's the one who called me. It looks like… A burning shadow…"You."
"Who are you?" I ask.
"I'm here to help you."
"Help me?"
"Yes. I'm inside you, and I'm trying to help you."
"How can you be inside me?"
"You put me here. You took the project. 'D.A'."
"D.A? You mean, you're that thing? That thing that made me this strong?"
"Yes. However, you're not utilizing me properly. You're just throwing around the power without thinking. That can be dangerous."
"What are you talking about?"
"You must learn to cooperate with me, not just use me. I must teach you now, before I run out of time."
"Eh?"
"It does not matter, all you have to do is listen to me. Right now, you are unprepared to wield the power. So instead, I will take over your body whenever the need to fight arises."
"Do what now?"
"Never mind. All you have to do is let me take your body."
"Uh… Okay."
"Good. It is vital to our survival."
"Uh…Huh…"
This was one strange guy, but hey, some weird shit's been happening, so I guess I should take this seriously.
"You better wake up now."
"Huh?"
Suddenly I feel as though something slammed me into wall, and I wake into the real world. In a panic, I tried to move, but found I'm tied down by metal cuffs.
"Ah, you're awake." An old geezer popped out of a doorway, wearing a lab coat and really crappy glasses. He looks like a total wacko. "Welcome to my humble abode."
"Where am I?"
"You're back at Raccoon City. Wonderful place, is it not?" the old guy chortled.
"Yeah, it's almost as fun as wiping my ass on your face."
POW.
I feel a hand slam into my face from the side. My vision gets a little blurry, but not so bad as to not see Tower standing next to me, snarling.
"Thank you, King. Now then, I think you'd be smart to not give me your potty mouth anymore."
"Jesus Christ, you are old. Who the hell says potty mouth nowadays?"
POW.
"Foolish boy. If you hadn't taken 'D.A' you would've been dead by now." The geezer sighed. "Pity, I think I would enjoy slowly torturing you to death."
"And I'd enjoy wiping your old, wrinkly ass on that big bastard's equally wrinkly face."
POW.
Ouch, this was starting to hurt.
"You really are a fool. I'd better just find out what 'D.A' can do then."
The geezer went over to some control board and started pressing buttons. Suddenly I hear this high pitched screeching.
"What's that?"
"I'm just firing up the electricity."
"Huh?"
BEEP.
I just got what he said now. The screech was the sound of electricity passing into my cuffs. Let me tell you, having a whole crapload of volts go through your body isn't exactly a massage.
"AAARRRGGGHH!"
"Hmm, perhaps I should add more volts… Oh, what the heck, let's go maximum output."
"GRRAAAAAAGH!"
The lights were flickering on and off, and it felt like that in my head too. But I can feel something else now. It's like a rhythmic beating in my head. I can feel it grow faster, harder…
"…"
"Why so quiet now? Dead already? Run out of fancy insults?"
"Not quite, old man."
Third Person
The eyes that looked at the scientist weren't the same young, brown eyes of Nick. They had changed into a pair of evil, purplish-blue eyes.
"What in the world…" the scientist looked at him in a mix of horror and confusion. "W-What are you?"
"I'm your worst nightmare."
'Nick' began to effortlessly break through the cuffs.
"K-King! Stop him!"
"HRR!" King tried to subdue 'Nick', but was flicked away by one of his hands, yet was sent flying threw the walls into the outside.
"W-What power…" the scientist was shaking. "Y-You…You're the project! You're D.A!"
"Call me Mick, old geezer." King had jumped back in, and charged at Mick, sending him crashing through the walls the other way. Mick flew outside, and landed on the streets as though he had just jumped on the spot. King flew out after him in a rage.
"This is incredible…" the scientist said to himself. "I must go back to the lab at once!"
The mysterious old man disappeared down some stairs.
Mick
It appeared King was trying to protect that old man. His strength is abominable, however, I should be able to equal him fairly well.
"Die!" it snarled at me.
"You first." I activate one of my many program functions, 'Accelerator'. This program enhances my movement fivefold, letting me move at 300 kilometers an hour by stimulating certain hormones and muscles. Using this speed, I easily managed to run behind King, and kick him through a nearby building.
"GRR!!!" King came back from the wall. Judging from his condition, he was unaffected by my attack. At this rate, it appeared that he may be invulnerable to conventional attacks. Unfortunately, most of my powerful programs are out of the question. They could permanently damage this body and its owner.
"HRR!!" I was about to use the same strategy I just used, but this time, he managed to outmaneuver me, throwing me downwards. I crash through the road, and land in the sewers.
"Nngh…" it seems that my enemy can also adapt and evolve. Adding this to my chances, I have very little chance of winning this battle. He's on his way down already. I must find an escape route ASAP.
"There." The sewer pipe trails out into open waters. I should be able to hide from King there. I activate my accelerator and rush into the water, hopefully fast enough to avoid King's gaze.
"Grr…" Holding my breath, I look up at King, who is standing at the edge of the pipe, looking for me. I assume he can catch every little move, so I better stay still.
Still looking around…
I'm running out of air…
Almost…
Finally, he's given up! I burst to the surface and take in some fresh air. I swim across the river, and get to land outside Raccoon City. I recognize this as the place where Nick escaped. He's done quite well to this point. Time to get him back now.
Nick
Huh? Where am I now? It looks like I'm outside Raccoon City again. But how come I can't remember leaving?
"Nick."
"Huh?"
"I just took over your body, so you won't remember what happened."
"Wha??" I must be crazy, my own voice is talking to me. Actually, it feels kinda silly.
"My name is Mick. I'm going to be sharing your body from this point on."
"WHAT?"
"The project, remember? That's me."
"…Okay. Well, weirder crap's happened to me. I just got one question."
"What's that?"
"Is your name really Mick, or you just making fun of me by changing one letter or something?"
"It's not my real name, but if I told you, I think you'd misunderstand me."
"Try me."
"Very well. You know D.A?"
"Yeah."
"Death's Angel."
"That's cool."
"You…Aren't afraid?"
"Dude, only two things in this world scare me. Things that I don't believe I can kill, and girls. But girls especially."
"You…Are a strange person."
"Speak for yourself, Mick, you came out of a liquid."
"Touché."
"Hey, Nick!"
That voice…
"Katt???"
I look out at the road, and sure enough, there's Katt, along with Jason, riding in a green military jeep, followed by another jeep full of armed men. Nice backup.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, but Katt just hugs me again. Ew, I'm feeling all mushy inside.
'Hey, you're getting mushy in here. Stop it.'
Oh great, Mick can talk in my head too.
"I'm so glad you're alive!" Katt looked like she was gonna start crying again.
"Nick." Jason called me. "This is my Uncle Pete. He's from Ramsville's army corps. I explained about the zombie guys, and they're taking us back to the army base. So he's all I've got."
"Hey Nick, heard you've been laying the smackdown out here." Pete seemed like a nice enough guy. He resembled Jason, black, scruffy hair, and he had a messy, stubby beard.
"You could say that. So, we going to go back in there now or something?"
"No, we're going back to the base to regroup. I told them about your… New strength, and their scientists say they might know what it is. So we gotta go. Get in, before some ugly-ass thing comes to eat us."
"Well, don't eat me then, Jason."
"Ha, ha, ha…" He said sarcastically, before punching me in the gut.
I got in the jeep with the others, and we followed the other jeep to Ramsville.
Third Person
"Master… Shall I attack?" King asked the old man.
"No. No one must see you yet. It's bad enough that… that… Monster saw you and lived."
"Forgive me, master."
"Make sure it never happens again. The next time you meet, he will die, or you will. That is all."
"Yes, master."
TO BE CONTINUED