Author's Note: Hi to all you readers. Once again, my sincere apologies for taking so long to update my fanfic, as you should've realised by now that I'm apologising in almost every single chapter... However, this story is approaching the end and will probably be in about 2 to 3 more chapters. Hope you had fun reading and I also hope that the ending will not dissapoint any of you!

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Chapter 10 : Repercussions

He spoke his name. A voice that he had not heard for the past few months. A voice that was all too familiar.

It was happening all too fast. Fighting a Tyrant that had once been his cousin, then seeing his best friend's father getting impaled right in front of his very eyes. Now, he was facing the very same Tyrant he was struggling to hold out from, the Tyrant who had regained its human conscience.

For a minute, they merely stared at each other, unsure of what to say. Julian remained rooted to the spot, unable to believe what his cousin had gone through. He swallowed hard, then replied with a shaky voice.

"L-Leo? What… How…?"

"It was… Umbrella… They did this… to me…" Leo said, breathing hard, his chest heaving in and out.

Umbrella. Umbrella did this to his cousin, and probably caused the entire city to fall victim to their viral outbreaks as well. It was Umbrella's fault. Julian's fist trembled slightly, but the trembling disappeared as soon as it appeared, and he hung his head in disbelief. To think that he had always regarded that company as a helpful one -- boosting the city's economy, giving his father a respectable job; only to receive a hard slap in his face.

"No… But why did they w-?" Julian started, staring down at the floor, but Leo cut him off.

"It was all a lie," A brief look of anger flashed across Leo's face. "The job offer… The promises… Everything…"

"That means, all this time, you were…" Julian said, not wanting to finish his own sentence.

Leo looked down at his cousin. His always energetic, always confident and determined cousin was reduced to a depressed 16-year old sitting on the ground. The sight stabbed his heart like a sword. He didn't ask for this to happen so suddenly. He didn't want Julian to feel the weight of a thousand emotions flooding into his mind, just because he had to reveal the truth behind his 'disappearance'. He fought for some sort of words of comfort to say, but nothing came out. All he could do, was watch as Julian tried to clear the confusion plaguing his mind.

It was another minute before Leo spoke up again. "Julian, we have to get out of here, away from this place." He hesitated before continuing. "I'm sorry, Julian, but I didn't want this to happen…"

"Don't worry… You have nothing to be sorry for." Julian replied, slowly raising his head. At this point, Leo could see that Julian's face was clean. No tears, no red tear-soaked eyes. Nothing. Leo had expected Julian to cry, so this showed that Julian was stronger than he had thought. "If there was someone who should be sorry, it should be Umbrella…"

That one word brought new anger into Leo, but he would have to wait for a chance to vent it onto Umbrella. Right now, getting both of them to a safe place was of the highest priority.

He walked over to Julian and knelt down, examining the wound on his leg. It was probably caused by the fight earlier, when Leo was still under the influence of the virus (and he felt extremely ashamed at knowing that he had caused such an injury to Julian). He tore off the bottom part of Julian's shirt, or what was left of it, and wrapped it around Julian's leg, earning him a muffled curse from Julian. After that, he placed his arm around Julian's shoulder and helped him to his feet.

"Wait. We have to find my father first." Julian said.

"Sure, no problem. Come on…" With Leo's newfound strength, he could easily suspend Julian in the air with his arm while walking. Before they reached the door, however, Julian spoke up again.

"By the way…"

"What?" Leo asked.

"Did you realize that you're naked…?" Julian said matter-of-factly.

The sudden comment stunned Leo. He then realized, without a doubt, that it was actually true. He couldn't help but laugh sarcastically, and so did Julian. Together, they left the room and proceeded down the hallway.

Leo was determined to protect his cousin, no matter what the cost. He was sure of it.

X-------X-------X

Celine cursed and sweared, tapping her foot impatiently against the tiled flooring. The incubator in front of her kept spinning, but nothing was coming out of the stupid hole. She didn't have a lot of time – the missiles were already on their way, and what made it worse was that some idiot had set detonators all around the damn university, and it was timed to go off in less than 5 minutes.

As much as she did not want to remember it, her mind shifted back to just 10 minutes before, back when she was talking to that creepy scientist.

What was his name? Greg? Bah, doesn't really matter now… Celine thought.

Turned out it was he who turned off the power to the incubator earlier on, which had taken Celine by surprise. When she confronted him in that large empty room, he had spoken to her in an almost ecstatic tone. He referred to that Tyrant she barely managed to outrun as his 'ultimate creation', and that Umbrella could not have the Daylight, whatever it was . At first, he looked as if he was on Celine's side. That is, against Umbrella. But the flicker of insanity beneath those small glasses of his was more than enough for Celine to back away. Just as she wanted to say something, a shot rang out in the room.

Next thing she knew, Greg was lying on the floor with blood pouring out of his chin, staining the floor and the flashing projector. As soon as she looked upwards to the supposed shooter, her heart almost stopped beating when she saw the small device stuck onto the ceiling, and the constant beeping sound which accompanied it.

Ka-chunk!

Celine snatched the small vial from the small compartment. In it, was some crystal clear solution that glimmered in the light. There was a small needle on one end of the vial, and a button on the other. Without hesitating, she folded up her left sleeve, and stabbed the needle into her vein. This was what her sister sacrificed herself for, and as the smooth, cool liquid flowed into her body and throughout, Celine smiled.

Her sister's death would not be in vain.

But it would be if she didn't get her ass out of the university in time.

A minute later, Celine snatched the second and third vial which popped into the small compartment, and ran out through the door to the right of the incubator. When she had reactivated the incubator previously, she saw that Greg not only cut off the power to the incubator, but also to the entire university, which means that the elevator was not an option.

Ignoring Greg's corpse, Celine dashed through the sliding doors to her left, and found herself in a long grating hallway. She slid down the ladder as graceful as she could and headed to the other end. Soon, she was back in the room where she had found her sister. Alyssa's body laid in the exact same spot, covered by a blanket that Celine managed to find. As much as she hated leaving her sister's body here like this, soon to be incinerated, she had no choice. A quick glance at her watch told her she had less than two minutes before she became a human firework. After whispering a 'Sorry' to her sister's corpse, Celine picked up her pace and ran out the door.

Now she was back in the main lobby. All that separated her and the door to the back square was a simple wooden door, but the catch was that the door had no doorknob on her side. She tried kicking the door several times but it wouldn't give. Cursing her luck, Celine continued to kick at the door. The wood was already splintering, she was almost there…

And then, a crash resounded behind her. She whirled around only to come face to face with the same Tyrant that attacked her. No doubt it was Greg's so-called 'ultimate creation', seeing that there was a nice, big hole in the wall to her front-left.

"Oh man, not NOW…" Celine blurted out, wishing that the damn Tyrant could understand English so that she could vent more of her anger through insults.

It charged at her, bringing its right arm back. Celine let out a 'Whoa!' and ducked to the side. Its claws actually sliced off a few strands of her free hair as it punctured into the door. She rolled along the carpet flooring, got up, and saw that the Tyrant had withdrew its arm from the door, taking the entire wooden door with it.

Well, at least THAT'S a good thing… Celine thought, as she fired her weapon at its face.

Bullets peppered into its expressionless face, knocking out chunks of meat and flesh, but it did little to stagger such a powerful being. Instead, it seemed as if the bullets made it even angrier, and it dashed towards her again, which, in this case, was what Celine wanted. She waited till the last moment before throwing her body to the floor, while keeping her legs outstretched. She felt the wind and even heard the soft swish of its clawed arm as it flew past her.

And her plan worked.

Even though it was an unstoppable killing machine, the Tyrant clumsily tripped over Celine's outstretched legs and fell head over heels, finally crashing into the pillar. There was no time, however, to remain on the ground and laugh at how silly the fall looked, and as Celine got up and headed for the now open doorway, she thought she heard an angered growl coming from the Tyrant. She couldn't help but look at her watch again as she ran down the hallway.

Ten seconds left.

Celine burst through the double doors and was only able to run a few more steps ahead before the university exploded, sending her flying even further. She landed hard on her shoulder and rolled several times, almost crashing straight into the vehicle that was parked at the opposite end of the square.

Small bits of rubble rained down onto her face, irritating her eyes and dirtying her hair. Slowly, she stood up, using the car as a ledge to hold on to and steady herself. Before her was what was left of the university. Most of the top half of the building was completely gone, blown till kingdom come, while the portion that remained intact looked like it crumble should a child even lean on it.

Rest in peace, Alyssa… Celine thought, and she felt a tear running down her cheek again.

Now was not the time to cry. Not yet.

Her sister had left her a job to do, and that was in the form of two small vials which was squashed into her pocket. That was the golden key which could lock the doors to Umbrella's deadly virus once and for all, and perhaps even bring Umbrella down.

The sound of a propeller floated into her ear. Looking up, her expression changed completely, and as the helicopter came into view, she felt ecstatic. Almost like a person who was dying of thirst in a scorching desert and had just found an oasis.

"Hold on! We're coming down!" came the gentle voice of a fireman after Celine began frantically waving her arms. "Stand clear!"

"Ahmad, take us down at the end of the square, on the ocean side." The fireman directed, lowering the loud-speaker.

"Gotcha'!" The fireman named Ahmad said, and he began piloting the chopper gracefully towards the ground.

Back on the ground, Celine continued to yell. "Oh come ON, what's taking you! We haven't got all d-"

CRAAAASH!

Celine heard the crash over the loud beating of the helicopter's blades. A loud 'thump' followed shortly after, and the creature that landed in front of her hit the ground with such impact, that the gravel actually gave way slightly, forming a small crater around it. It looked just like a scene out of the storybooks, where the main hero was facing his last enemy, his nemesis.

In this case, it was the Tyrant from before.

But something was different.

"Oh no, not you again…" Celine complained. It was bad enough that someone tried to bury her under tons of rubble, and now it became even worse with this freak stalking her.

The Tyrant stood up and turned. Celine, upon laying eyes on its body, was slightly taken aback. It had mutated to the point that it grew an entire head taller. Its muscles on its body were more intense than ever. It had lost its right arm, with pieces of meat hanging loosely and a bone clearly sticking out of its shoulder (something which sickened Celine), but its left arm was longer than Celine's entire body. At the end were four nasty, goodness-knows-how-long claws that gleamed a demonic orange from the light cast by the fires.

It opened its mouth, and Celine thought it was going to give its traditional roar before charging at her, bracing for evasion. But something entirely different happened, something which Celine had never thought possible.

"My name…is Thanatos…"

"What the… You TALK!" Celine couldn't help but exclaim. It had not only mutated, it evolved, gaining the ability to talk like a human, instead of roaring and growling like an animal.

"You…killed…my father…" Thanatos continued, the rage and anger welling up inside him. Its voice was deep, rough, menacing, piercing deep into Celine's soul.

His father! Does he mean…

"You mean Greg?" Celine questioned, completely ignoring the hovering helicopter and the impending missiles. "I didn't kill him! Someone else did!"

"You LIE!" And without delay, Thanatos charged towards Celine, covering a shocking distance within one leap.

Celine had let her guard down in her shock, and it cost her. Thanatos' swung his arm towards the left, hitting Celine squarely in her stomach.

All the air was forced out of her lungs as she flew a good 5 feet across the square, bashing straight into the wall. Her vision blurred slightly in the pain that shot through her entire body, and she struggled to get up.

"You don't…deserve…to live…" Thanatos roared, and began walking towards Celine (although his one step was equivalent to two steps taken by a normal human).

"I-I didn't… Why…?" Celine demanded, though her voice was weak and not at all convincing enough, but she was trying to buy some time for her body to recover.

"I was created…to destroy." Thanatos continued, barely slowing his pace. "Humans are weak. They don't…deserve to even walk on this land!"

He broke into a run on the last word. Celine's eyes widened in shock and, ignoring the pain in her body, leapt to the side. Thanatos' clawed arm crashed into the wall just inches behind her, and the shockwave sent her flying forwards yet again. She landed flat on her belly, and struggled to get up.

That was when she saw the bodies.

Three, no, four, corpses lay on the ground in a dispersed manner. They all were heavily clad in Kevlar armour and had gas masks on, suggesting that they were probably from some kind of SWAT team. The presence of claw marks on their bodies hinted at what happened to these soldiers, and that was most likely falling victim to the Tyrant's brutal strength.

Something shiny was in the pocket of the dead soldier directly in front of her. Celine saw some kind of handle sticking out, but it looked like no ordinary handle. It was silvery, and something else was on top of it. A special type of gun, maybe?

"No human can stand up against me, not even a hundred!" came Thanatos' nightmarish voice. Celine's heart almost stopped when she realized how close his voice was. Still lying on the ground, she rolled around.

Thanatos was standing over her, staring at her with those devil eyes.

"Now DIE!" Thanatos roared, bringing its arm high above his head. Celine quickly grabbed at the silver handle, yanked it out, and rolled to the side, seconds before Thanatos' arm came crashing down. It flattened the soldier's body with a sickening 'splat!', spraying clotted blood everywhere.

Celine got up and ran while Thanatos was still recovering from his attack, looking down at the gun at the same time. It appeared to be some sort of gun, not for shooting bullets, but for shooting pills and small vials, judging by the shape and size of the chamber.

Vials? But what would this vial do to hi-

Another thought occurred to her, something which she would kick herself later for not realizing it. The Daylight, or whatever she chose to call it, was able to eradicate and prevent the reappearance of the T-Virus in a human body. If Thanatos was genetically engineered using the T-Virus, its body would be flooded with nothing but the virus itself. Which means, that shooting the Daylight into his body would cause a major chain reaction, possibly effectively shutting down his entire system. She needed to keep one vial as evidence, otherwise she would leave the city empty-handed, and that was something Celine was not proud of.

And that meant, that she would only have one shot. No more.

Several loud thumps sounded from behind her. Celine turned and saw that Thanatos was still a good distance away. However, he drew his arm backwards, and Celine saw that as he swung it forwards, it was elongating, becoming twice as long as it used to, and far enough to reach her. She immediately ducked all the way down, and heard the swishing of his arm directly above her head. Hastily fiddling with the gun, she managed to load the vial in. She clicked the chamber shut, and held the gun up, directly at Thanatos.

She didn't know the right way of firing it. Whether it had small or large recoil, how much the vial will arc downwards due to its weight, she did not know. And she only had one shot.

"Grr, what's that thing going to do to me? Give up, and succumb to your death!" Thanatos roared.

This was her only chance. She held the gun with both hands to steady her aim.

"I think not!" Celine yelled back, and pulled the trigger.

X-------X-------X

The small vial pierced neatly into Thanatos' pulsating heart. He hardly felt any pain at all, but this human, this mortal, was about to suffer a pain that she could barely imagine. She was a fool to think that such a powerful being like him would be taken down by a mere toy.

His father had perfected him, had given him the strength, intelligence, and agility to take down an entire nation. He would do his father proud, and show the entire world what he was capable of. Thanatos would strike fear into the hearts of every living being, and nothing would be able to stand in his way.

And then he felt it, the spreading of a poisonous liquid throughout his entire body. He looked down at the 'toy' that the human shot. It was just a small tube that was stuck into his heart, how could it affect his entire system?

The pain came slowly at first, but it began to build up quickly, and before he knew it, Thanatos found himself roaring in pain. His skin began to tear open by itself in numerous places, ripping large gashes throughout his body. From the gashes, gushes of blood did not pour out, instead, a blinding white light emanated from each wound.

"What… A human…"

She's nothing… but a human!

"How is it…that I'm being defeated…destroyed?"

HOW?

"GRAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"

In one immense flash of light, Thanatos' body exploded. He understood it now, he understood everything. The reason to his existence, why he was destined to be defeated by a mere human. Everything.

It was a pity he realized it only at the moment of his death.

And as his vision and thoughts faded away, his mind began to repent.

He was going to ask for forgiveness. Nothing more.

X-------X-------X

Danny's jaw literally hit the ground when that monster blew apart in a blinding flash of light.

They couldn't land the chopper when that thing had jumped out from the rubble and confronted that woman, not if they wanted to get their chopper slashed and thrown around. As such, they were only able to hover around the square and watch as the woman did battle with that monster.

Damn, those claws were HUGE…

He was also immensely surprised that the woman was able to take down such a creature all by herself. Despite his profession as a fireman, given his current age, he probably wouldn't be able to catch up with all these youngsters nowadays.

Danny shook his head to clear his mind. Now was not the time to lose focus – they were already that close to getting out of this god-forsaken city. Earlier, the department had issued a warning that the United States Government had already sent their F-16s with their bigass load. Hell, they had probably fired their missiles already and were awaiting the fireworks.

"Ahmad, quick, take us down now."

The chopper was barely hovering over the ground when that woman jumped in, tumbling into the small compartment.

"Hey there, be careful. Wouldn't want you to break your neck after such a fight!" Danny joked, helping the woman up. She looked extremely pretty, suggesting that she was around her mid 20s or so. Too bad he himselfwas already 40. "What's your name?"

"It's Celine," the woman said, quite impatiently. "and can we go now? I'm getting sick of this place…"

Danny laughed. This woman had all the energy and vibrance that a modern youngster should have, and that, Danny was grateful for.

"Already on it. Ahmad, get us outta here!" Danny instructed to the fidgety pilot.

The helicopter flew towards the sunrise – they flew over deserted fields, destroyed buildings, deserted playgrounds, as well as legions of those poor people who fell to that sickness. Scorching flames and pillars of smoke rising high into the sky made the entire city look like it was the Daemonium, a place that no human can truly comprehend.

Finally, they were getting out of the city, to a life that they all deserved.

Finally, they were escaping the clutches of Raccoon City.

X-------X-------X

Desmond and Andrew had managed to uncouple the links between the front carriage and the ones behind. They were also able to at least clear some rubble which had so conveniently placed themselves onto the roof of the front carriage, despite experiencing hindrances from their injuries.

Now, they were silently waiting for their one remaining teammate to show up.

Andrew was sitting on the ground outside, looking out for any signs of danger, or Julian, for that matter; while Desmond was in the driver's compartment, fiddling with the controls. He had absolutely no idea how to operate the damn train, and it would be pointless if they had a means of escape, but no way to operate it. He figured that if he could at least find the ignition button, then things would go much smoother.

His eyes fell onto a transmitter, a small black speaker set into the corner of the control panel. The mic was dangling on its cord, hanging over the panel. Desmond grasped it, held it to his mouth, and began pressing some of the buttons on the panel with his other hand. Soon, the transmitter crackled to life, emitting nothing but static.

Desmond began speaking into the mic, unsure of whether the signal was directed to who.

"Err… Hello? Is anybody there?" Desmond paused for a while for any response.

Nothing.

"Helloooooooo………?"

The static remained as loud and annoying as ever.

"Umbrella, you suck big time…!" Desmond couldn't help but say it out loud into the mic. After all they had gone through, all the frustration, he thought that maybe he deserved to be offensive for a while. Call it, a stress-relieving method.

Bah, stupid thing. It's probably not even sending the signal.

Desmond let the mic dangle on the cord again and didn't bother switching the transmitter off. He began to walk out and talk to Andrew when he heard something.

It was soft and broken at first, overshadowed by the loud crackling of static. Then, the transmission became clearer. As the person on the other line spoke, Desmond simply remained where he was. He heard from some people that the position of people in a room may affect the transmission of signals, so the only solution was to not move at all. And that was what he was doing. Not moving.

"…peat…Missi……eady…on………city…Any……remain……vivors, evacu……I repeat…"

What the…hell?

The message became clearer the second time round.

"Missile already……course for…city…Any re……survivors, evacu…… I repeat…"

Desmond's eyes widened, and he dashed towards the mic, practically yelling into it.

"Hello? HELLO? We're survivors inside the city. HELLO!" Now, the signal was as clear as ever.

"A survivor? Thank god. Listen to me, listen very carefully," the voice on the other end spoke without any hesitations. "you've got to find a way to get out of the city now."

"But what's going on? What missiles are you talking about?" Desmond questioned, already grasping the mic with both hands. Behind him, Andrew came running into the compartment, stopping at the door and wondering what the heck was going on.

"The situation is being contained…" The voice on the other end trailed off, obviously uncomfortable in finishing the sentence.

"The city is going to be nuked."

Desmond and Andrew looked at each other in shock. Julian had not even come back, and now someone over a transmitter was telling them that the city was about to be blown into oblivion. It sounded highly unbelievable, but in a situation like this, anything became possible.

"You have around thirty minutes, no more, no less. So hurry and get the hell out! Over and out." The voice finished, and then nothing else came through the transmitter but the constant hissing of static.

"Oh shit, this is not good…" Desmond said, throwing the mic back down.

"He said thirty minutes, and I think we should give Julian twenty minutes. After that…" Andrew trailed off, and lowered his head.

"Let's just hope that doesn't happen. I know Julian…heck, YOU know Julian. He would never just leave us like this!"

"Yes, I know obviously know him…" Andrew replied, annoyed at the remark. "It's just that, in such a situation like this, a person may not act the same way as he usually does."

There was a brief silence before Andrew continued.

"I'm not saying that he's going to abandon us. I'm just saying that, there is a chance Julian may not be able to make it back at all…"

"Don't worry," Desmond said, determined. "That would be a very small chance."

He trusted Julian. They were best buddies for goodness knows how many years. They knew each other almost inside out (not literally, mind you), and Julian was not one to leave his friends behind just for the sake of saving himself.

They were going to wait for him, and then they would be able to get out of the city.

X-------X-------X

A/N: I know making Thanatos talk canbe a bit freaky, but it was an entirely new concept and I wanted to try it out. Next chapter may be coming in about 2-3 weeks, seeing as how my damn school has made us do a subject called Project Work... Hope that you will still continue to read...AND REVIEW!