Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 8: A Sadistic Man, A Doubtful Woman

A/N: Wow, alot more reviews then usual Lol, thanks guys! Keep readin'! And a big thanks goes out to my most faithful reviewer, crazychick306, I've been able to continue this. So thanks crazychick306!

WARNING: In this chapter, there is slightly sexual things going on, and as you will find out, Kainite is a VERY lonely man lol.

Hungry…Damn it, hungry ain't the word for it…I'm friggin starving…

Sitting back against the wall of his cell, William Coen took a deep breath, what a day this has turned out to be. He comes to D.C when he hears about the zombies on the news, he meets up with the girl he very well may be in love with, he meets a whole bunch of other people, they break into the White House only to find that the President and the Government were Umbrella employees, Chris' sister dies after they run into some freak, they find secret laboratories under the White House that's just crawling with T-Virus creatures, and now their captured by some Blonde-haired guy and a bunch of really freaky people besides the Asian girl and the brown-haired boy.

Billy stood up and walked over to the bars of his cell. The place smelled of death, of rot. Not doubt, the stench was emitting off of the rotting corpses at either end of the hallway, whom were each wielding a high-powered rifle. One zombie was about his height, but a lot skinner. This zombie had long, disheveled, greasy brown-gray hair, and colorless eyes that stared off into space in a dumb silence, much like the other. It was hard, though, to actually call them 'zombies'. Besides the really pale skin and colorless eyes, they looked pretty human. Somehow whatever virus they were injected with was really slow in the decaying stage, unlike the eyesores he was used to seeing just before blowing even more chunks of skin off of one of their decaying bodies.

Who the hell came up with the idea of zombies that know how to fire a gun? Fuckin' Brilliant… Billy thought sarcastically to himself as he leaned against the bars of the cell. He sighed heavily, his heavy breathing echoed through the hallway. Billy hung his arms out between the metal bars and rested the top of his head against the bars, staring at the concrete floor. Zombies…Hot girls that are evil, and monsters in Trench Coats, oh my! Billy snickered.

"I think we're on a island…"

Billy raised his head and looked across from his cell where Chris was standing in the same position as himself, a frown upon his face in the dimly lit corridor. "How can you tell?" The Ex-Convict questioned.

Chris pointed a thumb behind himself. "I can see water outside my window, along with alot of trees. They must have taken us somewhere after drugging thehell out of us."

Billy nodded understandingly. "You know, I noticed that not many people paid attention when your sister died…I'm sorry…"

Chris half-grinned. "No one showed emotion because they're used to their loved ones being taken away by Umbrella…It's just more fuel to the fire, and soon the fire is going to spread. Umbrella will be gone for good." Chris' grin widened. "That is, if we find a way out."

Billy snickered. "Who was that guy? Wesker?" He queried. The talking had caught the interest of the others that were locked in their own cells, and the entire group was now standing against the thick bars of their cells, listening.

"He was our commander…" Jill broke into the conversation from a few cells down the hallway. "He led the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team in a investigation to find team Bravo."

Team Bravo? Rebecca she-

"We were chased into a huge mansion," Jill continued, derailing Billy's train of thought. "It was the Spencer Estate, a mansion that was sold soon after its completion to The Umbrella Company. Wesker disappeared into the mansion; he was on a mission for Umbrella. He had to destroy the evidence of bio-weaponry research inside of the facility. He was successful, but we all thought that he too had died within the facility. But as you can see, he is far from dead."

Billy located Rebecca's youthful face peeking out between the bars next to Chris' cell. "So that's where you went after we escaped?"

Rebecca nodded. "Yeah…from one mansion to another…damn creepy if you ask me. The mansions were so much alike…"

"Wesker betrayed us." Chris stated flatly. "Rebecca, Jill, Barry, Brad Vickers, and myself were the only survivors of both teams…all because of that son of a bitch, Wesker." Chris frowned again. "He tried to kill me and Claire awhile back…Claire stumbled upon a secret research facility after being captured and taken to a desolate island. The island was being used for experiments, and training Umbrella operatives such as the S.T.A.R.S. She and a boy named Steve escaped from the island, only to end up crash landing a hijacked plane into another Umbrella facility in Antarctica. That was where the Tyrant's were being created in mass numbers. Umbrella was 'gaga' over those things, nothing but a killing machine like the one wearing the trench coat we all saw. Anyways…Claire and Steve wandered around the facility a bit longer, and eventually I caught up with her. The facility was going to blow up, and that's when we found Wesker. He and I fought, eventually he ran away after a few explosions rendered him a bit screwed up. Me and Claire escaped…and I guess ever since then, he's been planning something."

"And then Umbrella started the Los Illuminados project." Leon stated. "What the hell are they trying to do?"

"It's not they." A voice interrupted from down the hallway. It was a feminine voice that echoed down the hallway along with footsteps. Everyone craned his or her neck in order to catch a glimpse of the talker. It was Ada Wong. The Asian woman stopped once she got into everyone sight. "Umbrella is no more. But, Wesker has gathered a select few people who will help carry out his plans that he explained to you earlier." The beautiful Asian woman looked at the guards. "Dismissed." She said simply and the two guards walked away. "He wanted me to retrieve the Plaga sample, which helped develop the Los Illuminados…I only did it for the money, quite frankly, I'm against his little idea." Ada looked around, a mischievous grin set upon her face, at the curious eyes that were plastered to her. "I'm going to help you all escape…it's the least I could do."

Everyone's interest perked.

"I'll get the key's for you." Ada announced. "It may take awhile, but I'll get them one way or another." She turned to leave, but a desperate voice stopped her.

"Is there a cure?" The voice queried, the voice was that of a young girl, scared, and nervous.

Ada turned around and faced the blonde-haired girl whose green eyes were glazed over with tears. "A cure for what?"

"The disease." Tara responded in a shaky voice, and her eyes focused on the crumpled body of Jeff in the cell in front of her.

"There is, yes but I don't think I can-"

"Please." Ada was cut off by her pleading voice. "Just…just try…please."

Ada frowned. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the young girl. Loosing someone was the worst thing in the world, and watching him or her slowly dieing, watching him or her struggle to hold onto life, was worse.

Ada nodded.

An hour had passed since the Asian woman had left, and all Tara could do was watch him in his cell. Curled into a fetal position, legs pulled to is chest, head buried somewhere in between the two, he was shaking as if cold. She couldn't help but cry. It seemed she had been crying since the Licker inside the motel had attacked them, but on the inside. Only now did she let the tears flow down her soft features. Sobs, and whimpers came from the attractive young girl as she cried in the far corner of her cell, her legs pulled up to her chest with her forehead pressed against her one bare leg. She couldn't let him die…it would be…horrible. Already she lost quite possibly one of her closest friends…But someone even closer, in the same day? She could just die right now.

A door opened and slammed at the end of the corridor, and footsteps were heard, along with the jingling of what sounded like-

Keys! She has the keys! Tara thought in excitement and jumped up from her spot on the floor, hoping to God, praying to God, that she had a cure for Jeff. But her heart sunk, not only sunk but was crushed, all hope faded in that one second that her eyes fell upon the figure of Kainite walking down the hall with a ring of keys spinning around his index finger.

A deep laugh came from the platinum-haired man as he stopped near her cell that was the closest to the door, Jeff's across from her own. Kainite looked around. "Well, well, well…How is everyone doing?" Kainite asked. "I hope your enjoying your stay here on our little island…"

Seems like Chris was right…Billy thought, momentarily looking at Chris and then back at Kanite.

"I couldn't help but notice all of the beautiful ladies we have staying with us…So I thought, since your all here, I'd put you too good use." A wicked laugh slithered out of his mouth.

"What the hell does that mean?" Leon demanded, gripping the bars. "What are you planning on doing?"

Kainite grinned toward Leon. "Don't worry, this doesn't involve the men…I like the female species…if you know what I mean…" Kainite laughed again and grinned at Tara inside of her cell. "Your mighty lucky today…I seem to have a fetish for your type…not skinny, but still not fat…" Kainite's grin widened. "I believe there are a few more beauties in here…" Kainite looked down the corridor and bit his lower lip. "Ah…yes, Miss Graham…Ohh…and the two dark haired S.T.A.R.S."

The females cringed as he spoke, each and every one of them. What the hell was wrong with this guy? What did he want to do to them? Most of them had a few ideas…but that seemed a bit farfetched, even for a evil-minded freak…

"Hey, get in here!" Kainite yelled, and the two Los Illuminados guards entered the hallway from the way he had come in. There was another door at the other end of the passage. "You two get the dark-haired girls!" The two Los Illuminados nodded, and shouldered their weapons and started to unlock the cells to Jill and Rebecca's cells. The zombie-like creatures disappeared into the cells. The girls had no choice but to comply with the Illuminados, knowing that even if they got out of the seemingly smart zombies' grasp, that Kainite was waiting at the other end of the corridor.

Billy pulled on the bars, as if he hoped he would break the door to the cell off, as he watched the Los Illuminados take Rebecca and Jill down the corridor. Joining Billy in his yelling and struggling to get out of the cells and help the girls was Chris. Billy's reason was quite obvious; he didn't know what was going to happen to Rebecca. But what he did know, is that they wouldn't be killed, but he was sure that whatever would happen would be running a close second. Was that the same reason Chris was yelling at the zombies? Or did he have feelings for Jill? A friend, no doubt, but maybe more? But it was useless, the two girls were already being led into the door opposite the one Kainite and everyone else had entered.

Kainite opened Tara's cell door and entered the concrete room, a malevolent grin still upon his face as grabbed for her arm. Being as athletic as she was, Tara was able to duck under his arm and out into the hallway. Evidently, she wasn't fast enough and Kainite seized her by her upper arm roughly, and tugged her against himself.

"Feisty…I like that…" Kainite whispered, his free hand moving through her silky blonde hair.

"LET GO OF HER!" A growl-like sound came from behind him, and as he turned around he saw the infected boy clamping onto the metal bars with bony fingers in which blood was spewing from under his fingernails where claws were pushing their way through. His eyes were dull, but had a dangerous gleam, and his teeth were slowly changing into sharp fangs.

Smirking, Kainite continued down the hall toward Ashley's cell.

Chris, Billy, Barry, and Leon all stared hopelessly at a heavy-duty metal door slammed closed; the cries for help had been lost behind the thick door. Billy grimaced and slammed the bottom of his fist against the metal bars, an action he regretted immediately as pain surged through his hand and forearm.

"What are they going to do?" Chris questioned, more a question too himself then to the others.

Barry shook his head solemnly. "There's no way to tell…I just hope it's nothing too extreme."

Leon scanned the door, as if he was expecting it to open up so that he could see what was happening inside the room. "They won't kill them…what's his name told them not to kill everyone."

A slight sparkle of hope entered them with these words…but Wesker had never said anything about any torture. Was that what was going to happen? Would that be their punishment for interfering with their plans?

Their attention was diverted as the door slammed shut and the Los Illuminados exited the mysterious room in which Kainite and the girls were still inside. In dumb silence the zombies exited the room once again, leaving the man alone once more.

When they had entered the room, they had no idea what Kainite was planning for them. They still didn't, all they knew was that he didn't want them going anywhere. The room was damp, slightly chilly, apparently it was a large showering room because there was multiple showerheads positioned around the room, and a few drains set into the concrete floors.

Kainite waited until the Los Illuminados left the room before approaching one of the girls, Ashley. He grinned down at her face. Although she was probably scared to death, she had an arrogant expression set in her features. He continued to study her facial features for a while. Her soft skin, her big hazel eyes, long eyelashes, soft pink lips…Kainite moved over too Jill whom was positioned next to Ashley. Much like Ashley, he studied Jill's face for about a minute, before moving too Rebecca and then finally Tara.

Kainite stepped back, studying them carefully again before finally speaking. "You, stay here." The silver-haired man began, pointing toward Tara. "The rest of you, go in there and wait until I tell you to come out." Kainite pointed to another door at the other end of the showering room. The three women complied and entered the room. Kainite followed close behind, dragging Tara by her delicate tanned arms along, where he latched the door ensuring that they wouldn't escape.

The man turned back to Tara, and pushed her against the wall, under a showerhead. He pinned her against the wall, arms on either side of her. He looked directly into her frightened eyes, before backing away slightly and removing his trench coat. The heavy leather coat fell to his ankles, and he moved a hand to her right side. He trailed his hand down to her small waist.

Tara attempted to push him away by pushing at his chest, but it was like trying to move a brick wall.

"Don't resist…" Kainite said seriously. "Go along with it…or I will kill you…" He said, as his hands moved around to the front of her pants where he started to unbutton them. She started to resist but sharp, threatening, eyes met hers that stared holes through her very soul. He laughed as she quit squirming about, and his hand moved to continue in it's work and-

Crunch! Crunch!

Kainite stood up and turned around toward the sound, it was coming from the door that he had entered. "I'm busy-"

Crunch! Crunch!

This time Kainite saw what was making the screeching, crunching, noises. It was the sound of metal being hammered, hammered out of shape. Dent's had formed in the thick metal door, several of them he had counted-

Crunch!

What's out there?-

Crash!

The door too the showering room was literally pounded off of its hinges and clattered to the concrete floor of the room. That was when he saw none other then the infected boy standing there, his black hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. Eyes were crimson red, clouded with anger.

What power! Kainite thought as he looked at the door that lay on the ground, under the feet of Jeff, twisted and morphed from the impact of the boys' power. But he hasn't even completely transformed yet! He still had well over an hour of transforming to do, but he's already gained strength from the viruses inside of him!

"…Ba…cK…O…ff…!" The creature, Jeff, managed to say as he took a few shaky steps forward. His lips were drained of color and dry, cracked. His iris' had grown large, his fingertips continued to bleed as sharp claws pushed their way from under his fingernails. His bulged veins, spread out throughout his entire body like a spider web, pulsed with each heartbeat.

Kainite smirked. "Oh come now, in your state, you shouldn't fight."

Another shaky, but determined, step.

Every part of her body just screamed for her to run. But she couldn't, it would cost her life. She was practically shaking in fear, but there was another emotion, an emotion she couldn't put her finger on…it felt like a burning sensation coursing throughout her veins. Was it embarrassment for being in the situation she was forced into?

"…Le…t…HER…g-go!"

Tara looked on from behind Kainite's large frame as Jeff continued to stumble forwards, fists clenched, blood dripping through his fingers. More and more pouring out with each pump of his heart, that propelled blood throughout his mutating body. His eyes were narrowed, fixed on the form of Kainite; much like her his body was trembling. Not in fear, but rather in embarrassment. His slightly pointed teeth were clenched together as he took a few more clumsy steps forward. He was doing this for her, trying to save her. Her right leg started to tremble in anticipation, and then she bolted out from behind Kainite.

Kainite grabbed for her, only too have his fingers brush over her shoulder in the attempt. In the moment that he took his eyes from the slowly mutating teenager, Jeff took the chance to charge him in an incredible burst of speed and power. Next thing Kainite knew, he was pinned against the back wall, both of Jeff's hands against his shoulders.

His vision was blurry; his own heartbeat reverberated inside his skull like a hammer to wood. All he knew was that he had to attack. All the while, a strange hunger was building up in him, a hunger he never felt before. A sadistic hunger…Tearing himself from his thoughts, he took another step forward. His legs felt like rubber, his headache was worsening, the hunger overwhelming the young teenager.

Fingers…hurt…

A droplet of blood fell from his clenched fist. The plop of the crimson bead of liquid as it hit the solid concrete floor sounded strangely close…loud. As did everything else, the silent whimpers that came from Tara whom was behind his food-

-Enemy! Jeff's conscious quickly corrected his brain…What in the world was he thinking?

Then she darted out from behind Kainite, the ivory-haired mans eyes were stuck on her sprinting form, his fingers brushing over her shoulders, and not a split second later he was slammed into the far wall, cracks webbed out across the wall behind him. Jeff reared a arm back, and punched Kainite several times, and then seized him by the collar of his coat and threw him into another wall. Jeff's fist followed closely behind and he delivered a gut wrenching strike to his abdomen that caused him to hump over. Before he could recover, in amazing speed, Jeff delivered yet another bone-breaking punch to the man's jaw that caused Kainite's head to snap backwards and collide with the wall in a spray of silvery liquid that should have been crimson. All of this in a few quick movements, quickness provided by the viral substances coursing through his body.

FOOD! HUNGRY!

Jeff backed up, still holding a hand against Kainite's neck to ensure he didn't escape. He turned to look over his shoulder at Tara who looked on, frightened. "GO!" He screamed. But the voice was not his own, not anymore. The voice was deeper...Demonic.

My turn! Even as the thought was going through his mind he grabbed his attackers arm with one hand, managed to slip from his grip, and then slam the face of the teenager into the wall. Rearing his fist back quickly, but not as quickly as the altered teenager, he thrust a heavy fist forward.

Thanks too quickreflexes Jeff rolled out of the way just in time to miss a fist that would have crushed his head, like it crushed the concrete wall where his head had been only a split second before. He thrust his fist forward again, and this time Kainite moved, and took one running step and drove his fist into Jeff's stomach, just below his belly. Next thing he knew, he was flipping through the air, and landing on his back from the impact.

Hungry…Pain…Hungry…FOOD!

Jeff's colorless eyes showed a sort of primal hunger and he pulled his legs back, preparing to spring up to his feet-

-and Kainite drove the tip of his boot into Jeff's ribs. Grinning at the satisfying crack that ensued, the T-Virus product grabbed Jeff by his torn t-shirt, and lifted him up by his collar, off of the ground about a foot, and delivered multiple shots too his abdomen until blood dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. Jeff's face was already bloody from being forced into the concrete wall earlier. Blood flowed down his chin, out of his nose, a few abrasions upon his forehead among a large cut that split the skin near his right eyebrow.

As if Jeff was no more then a doll and Kainite the child playing with the doll, the silver-haired man thrust Jeff to the center of the room (which was about fifteen feet away). Jeff's body skipped across the floor until colliding with the wall back first, and then fell to the floor facedown. His body twitched a few times, and he rolled onto his back, coughing blood.

Kainite raised a single arm, and felt a sensation go through him. An odd feeling it was as a large javelin was forming, ready to kill whatever he desired. The sentiment was like something actually moving around throughout his arm, and then the tip of the spear-like weapon he was producing inside of his arm, protruded from his palm. It was too bad the teenager had too die, but who knew how rebellious he would be after the transformation was complete?

Clack, Clack, Clack, Clack!

Kainite's body shuddered violently, uncontrollably, as the painful bullets speckled his torso. The power of whatever automatic, or semi-automatic rounds, which tore through his body forced him stumbling backwards, pinning him against the wall and the spray of bullets continued. The clack of the blasts that erupted from the end of a gun that a woman clad in black fired echoed throughout the room and down the halls.

Ada Wong tensed as she heard the indecipherable language of the Los Illuminados being muttered. She kicked herself mentally for keeping the door to the armory open, but she had anticipated that it wouldn't take her long to collect what she needed.

Don't anticipate, I should have learned that a long time ago.

Quickly, the dark-haired Asian woman glanced around, trying to find a possible hiding spot. The best place she could find was under a table-

-Better then nothing

With that thought she was under the table, clutching her silenced nine-millimeter handgun to her chest as she watched the Los Illuminados walk into the room. They exchanged a few words, if you wanted to call it that, and left. Sighing relief, Ada crawled out from under the table and scrambled toward the weapon rack set into the far wall.

She slid a black backpack she had slung over one shoulder down her arm and started dropping numerous handguns into the bag, along with countless clips for the firearms. Ada zipped the bag up quickly and started for the door, handgun still ready, her head filled with doubts. What if she was caught? What would they do? Should she be doing this?

It's the least I can do for him…

Ada walked through a sliding door, and the surroundings changed. From laboratory-type environments complete with the sliding doors, metal walls, floors and ceilings, too concrete walls floors and ceilings complete with a single hanging light in the middle of the fairly dim corridor, and a heavy-duty metal door at the end of the hall. Two flesh-eaters-

Intelligent flesh-eaters. Her consciousness reminded her.

-Were at the end of the hall, each wielding a semi-automatic rifle. Not thinking twice, Ada unzipped her leather jacket, revealing not only a black tube-tank top, but also, an artillery of guns. Another nine-millimeter was holstered in one of two shoulder holsters, and a leather belt was around her waist that held multiple clips for her handguns, clips for some sort of sub-machine gun, and the sub-machine gun itself. Un-holstering the other silenced handgun with her free hand, Ada aimed both weapons at the poor fools at the end of the hall and fired. The muffled shots hit home, splattering blood and brains all over the wall behind them, and they crumpled to the floor. Holstering a handgun, Ada continued toward the door.

As she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was Jeff's used-to-be-cell. The bars were bent, broken, twisted, in every which way, bloody handprints left upon the moderately thick metal bars. She didn't stare, for more then five seconds anyways, and directed her attention to the nearest person who happened to be Billy.

"Jeff's fighting Kainite in there!" He said, whispering as lowly as possible, but still allowing her to hear him.

A slight wave of shock flooded over Ada when she heard this. Why was Kainite here? And then it hit her- but before her mind could tell her that Kainite collected all of the girls, she noticed the form of Tara running out of a door less doorway. Dropping the sack of handguns from her shoulder, Ada retrieved the keys with her free hand from inside her jacket pocket and threw them into Billy's cell.

While running for the door Tara had just come out of she un-holstered her HK-5, a sub-machine gun, fearing the worst.

Kainite probably destroyed him-

-And just as she got to the middle of the long corridor, she saw the altered body of Jeff crash into the wall near the doorway. She didn't stop, only increased her speed knowing that Kainite would destroy him soon, if he wasn't dead already. Then she saw him, Kainite, standing at the other end of the room as she entered it, the shining tip of something metal jutting out of his palm-

-And she fired. The clatter of the machine-gun fire filled the room as the bullets sprayed from her weapon, and slammed into the gut of Kainite. The power of the firearm forced the large man back against the wall as the bullets ripped his torso into bloody shreds. She fired all thirty-two bullets, each of the bullets fired from the smoking barrel of the gun finding their home somewhere deep within the body of the perverted maniac known as Kainite. Ada hit the button that released the empty magazine that clattered to the floor, replacing it even before the empty clip hit the concrete floor.

Kainite's eyes were wide in pain, in disbelief that his own partner would…shoot him. A hand moved too his abdomen, riddled with bullet holes, and felt a sticky liquid that oozed from each hole on his hand. He twitched slightly, and slid down the wall, a path of silvery liquid that should have been red trailed down the wall, until he came into a sitting position. His hand was still on his bloody, bullet-filled abdomen, and his head was hanging low.

Ada looked at Jeff. He was still on the floor gasping for air, his bloodied face full of pain and agony. He was lying on his back, clutching his side even as his battered body slowly mutated. A look of sorrow passed over her face, but was gone the next moment.

Ada's attention was diverted as the entire group of 'rebels', as Kainite called them, entered the room. "Where are the others?" She questioned as she approached Jeff.

Tara decided to speak. "In there." She pointed toward the door in which the other females were being held.

"Get them." Ada ordered as she opened the pocket of her leather jacket, revealing a syringe full of green liquid. Ada bent down next to Jeff, and looked into his colorless eyes. "Jeff, I'm going to inject you with something that may help you…" Even as she said this, she was sticking the needle into his wrist…

A/N: Sorry I ended so abruptly, but yeah, it was getting long lol. So tell me what ya think!

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