Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 10: Adriana

A/N: As many excuses that I make up for all my late updates, your all probably blowing me off by now and thinking I'm full of you-know-what. But, I will tell you anyways. I had almost this ENTIRE chapter done…and then I realized a mistake in a previous chapter (I'll take about that in a bit). So I started to open another document, while I had my document open that had my RE fic in it, and I accidentally clicked a button, a few actually, and my document converted over to what it had been before…which was a blank page.

So I kicked myself in the rear for losing the new chapter, and after my anger/rage, frustration, and a few more things passed, I decided to start typing it up again. And this had better be the best friggin chapter so far, 'cause I've gone through tons of mood changes because of it! –Throws arms in the air in frustration and stomps off-

Oh…and the problem was that I had Xavier in the last chapter, but he died in chapter 7…I dunno why I stuck him back in…So that's fixed now…now onto some of my notes…

My first of two notes is something that reviewer Matt said, again. Lol. Very thoughtful guy he is :P. Matt said, regarding my new idea for another RE fic, that he hoped another RE fic wouldn't slow down the updating process of this one (Is that even possible? Lol). But when I mentioned my new fan fiction I was planning on typing that one up after I finished this one, so don't worry.

My second note is that I'm wondering if I'm using Wesker correctly. I'm not really sure how he would really act, and I haven't used him much yet. But in this chapter I use him for probably the longest time so far, so tell me if I should tweak his attitude, or just give me some tips as to how he should act.

ALSO…Long chapter. Enjoy.

The Oval Office was no longer cold, and wet as it had been the last time she remembered it. The last time, it had been raining, and frigid air was blowing in through broken windows. This time however, bright rays of sun were beaming in through the windows, illuminating broken glass that lay near them in a marvelous display of light, and making the polished wooden surface of the long table centered in the middle of the room gleam in the orange light.

Claire Redfield moved past the table, weaponless, the thought of being attacked lingering in her head. She knew what she had to do. She had to regroup with the others ASAP. But how? How would she find them? Surely she wouldn't just stumble into them, no one got that lucky in one day. Let alone lucky enough to wake up from death…

So…Plan is to get out of here, and find the others? Yeah right…

Ignoring the nagging voice inside her head, Claire stopped a few feet from the thick metal doors. For some reason they had replaced the usual wooden double-doors. Taking a deep breath, Claire closed her eyes, knowing very well that wandering out of this room without a weapon could be life threatening.

If there are zombies out there, I can out maneuver them…I'll just keep running until I get to safety, or find a weapon. Claire nodded to herself, her makeshift plan would probably work, and it had worked before. Zombies were slow as turtles. And if there's something other then a zombie out there, what will you do? Hmm?

Once again, Claire pushed her nagging thoughts away and took another step forward and she heard the hiss of hidden hydraulics as the doors slid into their slots in the wall. The corridor was clear, nothing leapt into the room looking to maker her into food. She stepped out into the hallway and took another deep breath. It was now or never.

The doorway was directly across from where everyone was gathered around Jeff, and when Barry had announced that the enemies were there with a few blasts from his magnum and a short verbal exchange, everyone scattered as fast as they could. Leon and Billy helped Jeff up and out of the line of fire just as a hail of bullets smacked into the far wall of the showering room.

Everyone gathered around the door where Kainite's dead body had been dragged into, the door was about thirty feet, give or take a few feet, from the doorway where Chris and Barry were shooting back at their assailants whom apparently wielded some sort of Assault Rifles.

Rebecca watched Chris and Barry fire back with the loud cracks of their firearms that echoed throughout the room. She felt slightly uneasy, but the heavy H&K handgun in her hands made her feel a bit more secure. It made her feel protected…safe. And then there was Billy Coen, whom was standing next to her, towering over the short girl by at least five inches. His massive frame close to her much smaller body added an even more secure feeling. She was happy to have him near.

Only minutes into the firefight, there was the almost simultaneous crack of Chris' handgun followed by the loud clatter of machine-gun fire. Immediately following the clatter of the Assault Rifle Chris fell backwards, bullets nearly tearing into him as he did so, once he hit the ground he rolled away from the doorway…and Rebecca was the first to act.

She was too his side in less then two seconds, kneeling next to him, and removing his vest as quickly and efficiently as she could. Once removed, she saw the ragged hole that had been torn through the shoulder of his T-shirt. The young medic moved quickly to pull his shirt up over his head so that she could work on his wound.

Rebecca attempted to tell him she was going to disinfect it, and that it may hurt but her voice was drowned out by the explosion that came from Leon's Remington only a split-second after he had pumped the shotgun. Not taking the time to repeat herself, Rebecca retrieved a cloth from inside her first-aid pack, along with disinfectant. Once again, before she could tell him that it would hurt, the almost endless clatter of machine gun fire cut her off. She went ahead and pressed the cloth to his wound. The bullet had torn a ragged hole straight through his trapezius muscle, the muscle connecting the neck and shoulder muscles. It was a wound that would render his left arm almost completely useless.

She could see that Chris' jaw was clenched tight in pain as the disinfectant did its work on his wound. "…Going…Stitch…Up!" Rebecca shouted as loud as she could, the blasts from Leon's Remington and Barry's Magnum cutting her off, she just hoped he got the message as she pulled about two feet worth of thin string from her pack, tied to one end of the long string was a very thin needle. Just as she pulled the cloth away from his wound so that she could stitch him up, Barry announced after firing a final shot that it was all clear.

Albert Wesker was standing atop the five-story structure, on the helipad, overlooking the beach at the very edge of the forested island. The island was relatively big, about the size of two football parks side-by-side. Most of it was forested area, except for the beach, which started at the edge of the forest, and ended at the sparkling water of the ocean. There was about one hundred yards between the forest and the ocean all around the island. There was also a building, about half the size of an aircraft hangar on the northeast side of the island.

The facility itself was located at about the middle of the island. It was twice the size of the only other building on the island. Most of the land around the facility was downhill, and resembled that of a mountainside. Surrounding the laboratory was a three-inch thick metal wall that stood at about fifteen feet, and had electrical wiring capable of discharging more then five hundred thousand volts of electricity at the very tops of the walls. There was about two hundred yards between the gates and the facility. The only way out into the forest was a single metal gate, and it required a keycard to open. One may ask his or herself why the walls were there. The answer is simple; the forest is crawling with T-Virus and G-Virus creatures.

Most would turn their heads in disgust at these creatures. The surgical wounds that covered most of the creatures' bodies would appall them; they would be sickened by the feral nature and savage temperament of the beings, and they would downright be horror-struck by their very existence. But not Albert Wesker, oh no. In his eyes these, 'creatures' as many called them, were magnificent. He even went as far as taking up the responsibility to call them his children to show his great affection for these greater-then-life organisms.

Behind his dark shades, crimson eyes darted around, as if searching for something. He was lost in his thoughts, something he seemed to often do these days. Sighing, Wesker crossed his arms over his chest and continued to stare out at the forest that lay beyond the facility.

"Wesker," A female voice, a enticing, soft, sexy, voice spoke from behind him, "The tests on the G-18 is complete." The voice belonged to that of Glitter.

Wesker turned around to face the bluish-silver-haired woman, who stood there with a hand on her hip, her other hip stuck out to one side, her eyes slightly lazy, and settled on him. Wesker nodded. "How did it fare?"

Glitter took a step forward, the bright rays of the sun reflecting off of the metallic curves of her body. She switched her stance, standing with her arms crossed, one behind the other slightly. "Good." She replied flatly.

Wesker nodded once more. "Take me to-"

"Sir, there's a problem." Wesker looked past the form of Glitter as she too turned to look at the newcomer who had just closed the door to the stairwell that lead up to the helipad. It was David; he had found his body in the Antarctica Umbrella base years back. He could tell that he was infected, and so he brought him along, the boy gained consciousness soon after, but didn't remember anything. So therefore Wesker named him David. The youthful male had dark brown hair, and wore black wristbands and a black choker, camouflage pants, and a black t-shirt.

"Yes, David?" Wesker asked flatly. Ever since he'd found the boy, he'd seemed to be nothing more then a hollow shell. He just followed commands like a robot, he never showed much emotion, but at times would have sudden bursts of anger that would cause him to 'transform'.

'David' pointed back at the stairs. "The prisoners have escaped. Ada Wong helped them. They are armed, and have taken out a few of our guards."

Wesker frowned. "Send Adriana to take care of them. If they don't want to take my offer of letting them live longer, then so be it. Tell her to kill them all, and report back after she has finished her job. Oh, and also, tell Michael to do a quick search with the helicopter. I want a status report, I need to know how well my virus is spreading."

David nodded, turned around, and disappeared through the door. Wesker watched the door for a moment, thinking how someone could come around to being in a state that the boy was in-

"Spate wanted you to be present in the labs so that you could witness the final test, specimen against specimen." The chrome-bodied woman said, braking into his thoughts.

"Alright," Wesker started to walk toward the staircase. "Take me to the labs then, Glitter."

Luck was on her side. Plain and simple, first she woke up from death, and now it seems like Washington D.C was completely abandoned, and that included the absence of zombies. Although she had run across a few squad cars and found dead bodies, none of which died by some sort of creatures but rather by car accidents, but other then that Washington D.C was empty. Claire had always wondered what a empty city would be like, a city with absolutely no life in it whatsoever.

Well, here it is, Claire. Pretty damn boring if you ask me…

Claire smirked; talking to herself seemed to have become a habit. But in such a large city and being by yourself, what else was there to do?

Claire decided she needed a new pair of clothes, on account of her last shirt being bloodstained and had hole through the chest of it. Blood had also gotten on her pants. Luckily enough, it wasn't a long painful trek to the nearest clothing store. Once again, there no zombies or mutant creatures waiting for her in the deserted clothing store. Just like the rest of the city, the store seemed to have been hit by a tornado that did no structural damage to buildings, but overturned a few cars and blew miscellaneous items everywhere.

Claire removed the nine-millimeter handgun from its place tucked into the rear of her pants and unbuttoned the relatively loose-fitting pants. Claire retrieved two handgun magazines from one of the pockets and kicked the pants across the littered floor and picked up another pair from the floor. These pants were a bit tighter.

Tight ain't the word for it… She thought as she buttoned the pants up, and shook her head. Claire removed the skin-tight denim jeans and started rummaging through more and more clothes until she found what she wanted. After slipping on the 'hip-huggers', Claire sought a shirt to wear, finding one easily she slipped the black belly-shirt on and tucked her handgun back into her pants.

Gotta' find the others quick… Claire reminded herself as she placed the two clips into her pants pocket and headed out the door.

"Alright," Ada started as she stopped by a metal door. "I think that now would be the best time to go over our escape plan. Ada turned around, directly behind her was Billy, followed by the others with Barry taking up the rear. "It should be fairly easy to escape, seeing as how there isn't any security, and the only things we need to worry about are the Los Illuminados. We are on B2, currently, and we need to get to the fifth floor. There are two helicopters on the roof, one of which that can fit all of us inside. We'll take this helicopter and go as far away from here as we can."

"Can't we do anything about the infection?" Chris asked, frowning a bit. "We can't let the virus spread…"

Ada shook her head. "We can't stop it, it's already spread too much, and I doubt that anyone's efforts are making a difference. Besides, what was released was the airborne Virus. Although it probably has evaporated by now, I'm sure that in the process it has taken it's toll."

Chris gritted his teeth together.

So many innocent lives…Damn it!

"We have to do something!" He shouted, desperation in his voice.

Ada turned away from him, pressing a button on the control terminal set into the wall that opened the metal door. As the sheet of metal rose up into the ceiling, she half turned toward him. "And get killed in the process? I think I'd rather live. Now come on, we have to get going." Ada continued into the next hallway, the scenery changing completely. Metal walls and floors, fluorescent lights set into the ceiling, now surrounded them.

She knew she'd been a bit too hard on him; he'd been through a lot she knew. But it was the blatant truth. Unless they wanted to die, trying to do anything against the infection was out of the question. Besides, such a widespread infection couldn't be quarantined. Already the East Coast was infected and the Virus was moving steadily; in about one month, maybe more, the entire United Stated would be infected. And after that? Mexico? South America? Canada?

I'll fly them to George; he'll be able to lend us a ride out of the country. I don't want to be here when the U.S turns into a playground for T-Virus creatures…

Ada turned a corner, one of two in this hallway. There were many doors in the corridor, but none of which would get them to their exit any faster. As she walked, Ada went over their plan again. If no one found them, everything would be fine. But if they did stumble upon someone…

We'll just have to hope we live through it. Wesker's lackeys aren't his assistant's for no reason.

But the odds of that were low, the facility was big, and it was very unlikely that someone just happened by and ran off to tell him. They were home free as far as she was concerned. Ada rounded the last corner, another door less then twenty feet away, and then she saw it.

"Damn it." She cursed, under her breath, almond-shaped eyes focused on a camera at the end of the hall. Ada turned and faced the group, following right behind her. "I forgot about the cameras. Which means we'll have to travel faster, they may have already spotted us." Ada received nods from the others and she turned and went through the door that opened into a rather large room.

Jill heard the hydraulics hiss as the door slid closed behind Barry. She was just a few feet ahead of him, and heard him mumble in awe at the size of the large room. The colossal room that had some sort of mechanism at the far end took Jill aback; the room was apparently used to store things that were shipped into the facility, judging by the multiple crates that were stacked up and placed randomly around the room. There was also another door, close to the elevator, that lead into some hidden room. She guessed that it was a control room for the giant crane hanging from the ceiling, probably used to lift and move heavy objects.

Jill followed the person in front of her, Chris whom was helping a still dizzy Jeff around, as the group walked further into the room. Speaking of Jeff, he hadn't seemed very happy ever since he was told about Xavier's death, but who could blame him? Then there was the sound of an elevator, at first it was far away, but was getting closer. Jill's eyes focused on where the noise was coming from, and sure enough it was the machines at the far end of the room. The machinery was made of a few tracks that ran up the side of the wall, and a few cables and a gear that rotated and pulled on the cables. The sound of the elevator was replaced by the screech of machinery, and then a platform lowered out of the ceiling and slowly sat down on the ground.

About four feet worth of the metal security rails that surrounded the platform collapsed backwards with a heavy clang. Jill tensed, pulling the handgun from its holster and got ready to fire as her brown eyes searched the platform. There were a few wooden and metal crates on it, but nothing else. No sound. And then Ada was walking forward, slowly, in a crouch. Jill watched with intense eyes as Ada neared the elevator, and then there was the sound of something smacking against the metal surface of the lift.

Ada jumped back, readying her weapon just as a figure stepped out from behind a row of crates.

The double-door hissed open, one side of it sliding into the floor, and the other into the ceiling and he followed Glitter into the laboratory. The door was on the west side of the lab, and it was a huge lab. Empty cylinder-shaped glass tubes lined one wall, cords snaking from each of them and into a shiny metallic control panel that stuck out of the wall. The control panel had about four different keyboards set into the metal surface, and there were numerous black screens above the keyboards. It was about one hundred yards from the door to the cylinder-shaped tubes. The floor itself was some sort of metal-mesh type design. A few more computers, and miscellaneous machines were strewn about the room.

Glitter led Wesker over to where a figure was standing in front of a pedestal-like control panel that was fitted into the floor before a large wall of bulletproof glass. A purple cloak complete with gold trim covered the figure, bony gray fingers pressed random buttons on the control panel as it stood there for about a minute straight before finally turning toward Glitter and himself.

"Wesker, so glad that you would join me for the last test." The cloaked figure said in a deep, hoarse voice. Wesker nodded and removed his shades, placing them in the inside pocket of his black jacket.

"Just get on with it, Spate." He ordered, walking closer to the glass wall and folding his arms over his chest as he peered into the empty black room that was on the other side. Spate was indeed a smart one. He-if Spate was a he, no one knew for sure- was the one who did all of the experimenting. He somehow knew the right things to do, and somehow, he always turned out creating something greater then last time.

Glitter walked up beside Wesker, the chrome that encased her body started to melt off as she stood there. Her arms were crossed behind her back as she stood there, long silvery hair falling over one side of her delicate face. Wesker grinned to himself as he stood there, thinking back on how his life used to be. How he used to work for other people. Comparing his life now, and his life several years ago, he wouldn't change anything. It felt great to be a leader; it felt greater to be in control. But above all, it felt marvelous too have the world in his palm.

"I present to you, the first of its kind, the first of the G-18 species." Spate announced from behind him, pressing a final button and suddenly the room on the other side of the glass wall was illuminated in bright light and revealed the rocky terrain of a mountainside. It was Spate's idea to create this 'battleground', as he called it, for his creations to be tested in. The dirt was real, the few trees were real, and the rocks placed randomly were real. And then one section of the wall on the other side, to Wesker's left, slid up into the ceiling and revealed a creature that left Wesker dazed, and in awe.

The figure that stepped out from behind the crates was the leather-wearing woman that had been there when they had all woke. Tara felt a wave of rage sweep over her as she thought about what had happened when they'd first seen this woman. That other slut had killed Xavier…

The woman had a relaxed look on her face. She flipped a lock of silvery-blonde hair over her shoulder and stepped off of the elevator, less then twenty-feet away from Ada. Tara watched closely as the skimpily clothed woman started to talk in a calm, smooth, arrogant voice.

"So, our little lab rats escaped?" The black-haired woman said, chuckling slightly at her own joke.

Barry was apparently surprised by this and spoke up from behind Tara. "Lab rats?"

The woman nodded. "Yeah, you shoulda' known that already. Did you really think we was gonna' keep you alive? Hell no, dear. Sorry to brake the bad news but we was gonna' kill you or experiment on you sooner or later. Whichever came first I guess. But I guess your going to die, seeing as how Wesker wants it that way." She shrugged slightly and moved forward a bit more.

Tara wondered how she could even move in this pants, they were like a wet suit or something. Skin-tight. But she came back into focus as Jill and Barry stepped past her with their weapons drawn. Apparently, they took the whole dieing part seriously. But before anyone could do anything further, the woman started to talk again.

"Your about to face a real monster…Fuck Kainite, I'm the real deal!" And she could see the woman's body start to convulse. Suddenly the veins in her body bulged, and they became very visible, like how Jeff had been. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her skull snapped backwards, and she screamed. She screamed in agony, in pain. Then there was the wet crack of bone as one of her arms suddenly elongated and long, sharp talons burst from her fingertips, more bursting from the one overly long arm. The arm itself had become more muscular, suddenly becoming a huge club of an arm as the spike-like things continued to push-tear-through her skin. Another crack of bone and she was suddenly a bit taller, her legs elongating and becoming larger, the leather pants starting to tear as her legs grew. They became longer, just like her one arm, and then became wider, not more muscular, but wider and retained their feminine shape. CRACK. And the thread that held her shirt broke, the leather material dropping to the floor in two separate pieces.

CRACK!

And suddenly her entire body had changed, in one wet crack, her entire body transformed. Her skin suddenly paled, and turned gray. And although her face stayed pretty much the same, the rest of her body had gotten much, much larger. She had grown at least three more feet, now standing at more then seven feet. Her entire right arm was literally covered in spikes, and four three-feet-long talons replaced her fingers. Her were red orbs that glowed fiercely, and although she had the feminine aspects of a woman's body, she-it-was genderless.

The creature-it, she, whatever you wanted to call the monstrosity that had been a human being- laughed, a deep laugh. A demented, twisted, evil laugh that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. A laugh that couldn't have come from a human, and definitely wasn't that of a woman's.

"My name is Adriana." It said. Its voice was still deep and somehow demonic. "Just in case you wanted to know before I killed you all…" And in one incredible burst of speed, 'Adriana', leapt forward and swung its huge bulky arm at Ada.

Leon pumped the shotgun and fired a powerful round at Adriana as soon as Ada ducked underneath its massive arm and got a safe distance away. The 12-guage round plowed into the abdomen of the gray-skinned creature, and crimson ribbons burst forth from the newly acquired wound. But if the shot actually hurt Adriana, it wasn't showing it as the creature took another step and an unearthly roar erupted from its throat.

Leon pumped again but before he could fire, a hail of bullets were smacking into the creature. Everyone else was shooting at Adriana, all of the bullets hitting home, but not doing shit. Leon fired again; crimson blossomed out of one of its thighs. And it kept coming, roaring again before swiping at the air mindlessly. Ada was firing from behind it, but it continued toward the mass of people, completely oblivious to the shots that speckled it's body.

It was no more then fifteen feet away when everyone scattered in separate directions. Leon grabbed Ashley's hand and jetted off between crates, wanting to get a safe distance away from Adriana. Ashley stumbled behind him as he ran full speed. He could tell that she was struggling to keep up, so he stopped momentarily, and pulled her against him and before a second passed he was running again, holding her in his arms. One arm supported the back, the other holding her leg. It wasn't a very hard task, she couldn't have weighed more then one hundred and ten pounds and he continued running as if she wasn't even a problem.

One a safe distance away, he turned behind a crate. After putting Ashley down, Leon peeked out from behind the crate to see Adriana smashing everything in sight with it's large clawed arm.

Jeff was holding Tara's hand tight. They were both ducked low behind a crate, Jeff was holding a handgun, and held her hand, pulling her as close to him as possible. Fear crept through him as he watched Adriana smash it's arms into random crates, sending splinters of wood flying as the powerful arms plowed into the wooden crates.

"Jeff," Tara started, tugging his arm slightly. He only shook his head.

"Not now…" He mumbled, and aimed the handgun toward Adriana and fired. The gun was heavy, and popped up when he fired, the bullet hitting the creatures' left collarbone. But the creature started toward them, each heavy thud that was a footstep was menacing in a way.

Jeff jumped to his feet quickly, and despite the dizziness that he'd suffered from the time he'd awaken, he had been doing fairly good. Still holding Tara's much smaller hand in his, he sprinted away from the raging creature just as Adriana's strong arms obliterated the crate they were hiding behind. Swerving between crates that seemed to be set up like obstacles, they finally ran into a wall. The elevator was about fifty feet away. Another door not far from the elevator.

"Come on!" Jeff said as loud as he dared. He started toward the door that led to some unknown place, Tara stumbling after him, his grip tight on her hand.

Billy fired three rounds, one blew a hole into the cheek of the creature, and skin exploded from its face in a spray of blood and flesh. The second smacked into it's hip, and the third went wild and hit a crate behind Adriana. The creature roared, and leapt forward. Billy didn't have time to run, and so he leapt forward and let himself fall, and rolled under Adriana's arm, using his shoulder to do so.

He was back up just seconds later, and was firing into the back of Adriana. He hit it's shoulders, the middle of its back, the base of it's neck, the backside of its thighs, the back of its knees. But it was useless. If all of the blood that was trickling out of the wounds in crimson rivulets meant that it was hurting, they would need much more ammunition, and he'd already used up one of his three clips.

Billy ejected a clip, and smacked a new magazine into his magazine handgun as he turned and ran away. It was useless; they weren't going to kill it. They needed to get on that elevator and go! Billy turned and looked over his shoulder, sure that he'd see Adriana following close behind…but surprisingly she was nowhere in sight. The ex-marine stopped and started looking around frantically. The creature had disappeared, simple as that.

It's probably up on top of one of these crates, it's going to pounce down on me if I don't haul ass!

Billy turned to run again, turned a sharp left, then right, right again then another left, and then almost ran into a blonde-haired girl. He stopped before he could collide with the young girl that was standing by a shotgun-wielding male-Leon and Ashley.

"Damn it, where'd it go?" Billy hissed as he crept up next to Leon. Leon shook his head, holding the Remington tight in his sweaty palms.

Tara looked back over her shoulder quickly, caught a glance of the creature walking toward them, and then turned back to watching Jeff's back. He still wore the bloody shirt he had worn when he had gotten attacked by that creature. She could still see the black and blues scars, three of them, on his back. Jeff stopped in front of her and she ran into his back, full speed. He didn't even seem to budge. Tara was gripping his hand tighter then he was holding hers, and she turned again and saw that Adriana was less then fifty feet away.

The creature raised it's arms, crossing them and shaping a 'X' with it's arms, and then it's other arm burst open in a spray of blood, more talons erupting from it's previously useless arm. Adriana roared, and swung her arms down to her side, the sharp talons scraping against each other as she did so.

Before Tara could turn back to Jeff, she was being dragged into another room. Jeff closed the door behind them and found the metal deadbolt and slid it home. It was a makeshift lock, and would by them a few minutes. Tara took in their new surroundings. The door had opened up into a small square space; the space was so small that no more then two people could fit at the same time, and they had to embrace each other to fit into the space. The small square spot lead to a staircase, railings on either side of the narrow stairway. Whatever was up the stairs, she couldn't tell. It was dark, no lights up there. The only lighting was a single, naked, and flickering bulb that hung closer to the entrance.

Tara had her arms around him securely, his arms around her smaller frame. She could hear his heartbeat, rapid and pounding -smashing- against his chest. Only then did she notice that hers was doing much the same, so much that it was actually hurting.

As they stood there, her eyes stayed fixed on the metal door, wondering how thick it was, and how long it would last-and then a long white claw tore into the door in a screech of twisting metal. It disappeared just as fast as it had come, and she realized that they didn't have time to catch their breath. Jeff must have comprehended this before she had, because the second the thought went through her mind, he was leading her up into the darkness.

Just as her foot hit the top of the dark room, she heard Adriana rip through the door again, followed by the sound of the metal being stressed, being stretched, torn, and then ripped from it's hinges. At the top of the stairs, Jeff held her body against his with one arm, and aimed the handgun down the poorly lit staircase with the other. They waited, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up, one side of her face buried into his chest, her arms wrapped around his body. And the thought of being torn into pieces was constant as they stood there…

Bambambambambam

The creature below growled, and the sound of it walking away was heard after the ring of the gunshots was heard. The others must have known where Jeff and Tara were. They had saved them. Jeff pulled away from Tara and moved over to a wall where he searched for a light switch. After finding it, he flipped it on, and fluorescent lights buzzed to life overhead.

"Tara, you need to watch the entrance." Jeff ordered as he walked over to a metallic control panel that stretched the length of the room. Tara nodded reluctantly and moved over to the stop of the staircase, hoping that whatever Jeff was doing, he would do it fast.

Ashley felt the gun pop in her trembling hands as she pulled the trigger numerous times. Billy and Leon were shooting at Adriana once it ripped the door from it's hinges as if it were nothing, and tossed it to the ground and started into the room. The hail of bullets smacked into the creature, creating new wounds in its body. Ashley couldn't believe she was actually doing this-and then more shots were heard. Rebecca was next to her, and she could see Barry and Jill running toward them from the corner of her eye as she continued to empty the clip on Adriana.

"Fall back!"

"Go, go, go!"

"Run!" And then she realized that Adriana was running toward them, a feral growl escaping her throat as she ran toward them, ready to make mincemeat out of them. Everyone was yelling, yelling a warning. And Ashley was reluctant to run away alone. But she did, she started to run, and dove behind a wooden crate as Adriana sped past and there was a crunch of wood behind her. She hit the ground hard her elbows and knees hurt, probably bruised, but she was back to her feet in an instant, handgun ready.

Her finger was trembling on the trigger, about to blow another hole in the seemingly invincible creature that was Adriana. She started to squeeze the trigger and hoped, prayed, that Adriana would fall-and then she saw Leon directly across from her. He was shaking his head and flailing his arms, signaling for her not to shot.

He's right, it'd be a waste of ammo, and I'd probably just put myself in danger. Ashley nodded, turned, and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

Jeff looked over the controls with desperate eyes. He still felt dizzy, and had a headache that just wouldn't stop. But despite all of that, not to mention the grief inside of him that his best friend had been killed, he pushed himself. He pushed himself past his limits, determined to do whatever it took to ensure her safety.

Jeff looked over his shoulder; Tara was standing by the staircase with her back turned to him. For a moment he just watched her, and he thought of how much he loved her, thought of how much he would put on the line for her.

And if you stand here and daydream all day, she'll be long gone, and so will everyone else!

Jeff nodded unconsciously, and started looking over the controls again. They were all marked, a piece of scotch tape above each button, and what each button or lever did written on the tape in black marker. His eyes swept over them quickly, and he heard more gunshots outside and looked up and out the windows that ran the length of the wall in front of him. Through the windows he could see…he could see Adriana. It was standing in the middle of a bunch of broken crates, crates that it had smashed in rage. And then he could see Ashley running, swerving between crates about fifty feet away from Adriana. He searched a bit more, and could make out the forms of Jill, Rebecca, Barry, everyone. They were stalling Adriana, giving Jeff time.

He went back to searching through the numerous buttons. There were all types of them, some worked the air conditioning, and some worked the heating. But all did something different. He wondered while he scanned the buttons if anyone knew what he was planning-

Bingo.

Jeff looked down at the black joystick that stuck out of the control panel. Above the joystick-shaped control, a piece of tape read 'Crane Controls'. Below the joystick were two buttons, one green, and one red. Again, tape was above each of the buttons, one read 'Up' and the other read 'Down'. Simple enough.

Jeff looked back out the window, and located the crane fairly easy, about one hundred feet west of where Adriana stood. Jeff grinned to himself, and grabbed the joystick. The crane reacted automatically; as he pushed it to the left the Crane followed the motion. The crane was loud; he could hear it clearly inside the control room, even behind the glass and concrete. By now, Tara had come to his side and watched him maneuver the crane around the room.

The crane was pretty big, about the size of an average man in height, and it had a sharp hook at one end so that it could pick things up easily. The idea was simple enough. Jeff pushed the down button, and the Crane lowered itself, in the middle of a few crates just about fifty feet away from the still growling Adriana.

Let's hope this works…


Jeff jerked the joystick left, and the crane followed the motion. It wasn't moving very fast, maybe about ten miles per hour. The heavy crane smashed through numerous crates as it swung toward Adriana. It wouldn't be long until it smashed into her.

Adriana growled in pure feral fury. It had enough of the humans' games. It was time to end this stupid little game. Adriana took a step toward where it saw a red-bearded man run behind a few crates, and a sadistic grin spread over its face, a chunk of skin still missing where it's cheek had been blown away by the one with the tatooes.

And then Adriana stopped, she heard the distant sound of the crates being smashed, obliterated by something.

I'm the only one here, Wesker sent me to kill them!

And before it could turn toward the noise, Adriana hit by such a dramatic force that it was sent flying into a crate that toppled.

Ada watched from a few feet away as Adriana was sent flying into one of the crates. Splinters of wood flew everywhere, and the crate collapsed under the weight of the creature. Adriana was now laying in a massive heap of wooden splinters, face-first.

Ada never liked Adriana. She never liked her for her arrogant attitude, for her over-the-top clothes. And she enjoyed filling her with lead. The sub-machine gun rattled in her hand, the bullets slamming into Adriana's body as the crane moved back, getting ready to strike the creature again. She had to hold Adriana down long enough, but her clip would be empty soon-bambambambam. And there were more shots; she suddenly had everyone else firing alongside her.

Ada stopped shooting long enough to eject the empty clip and slam the new one in, but by that time everyone else had stopped and the heavy crane was coming back for another hit. Just at that time, Adriana leapt up, filled with holes, blood pouring everywhere. It screamed, ready to kill- and the creature was cut off as the sharp end of the crane slammed into its midsection.

The pointed hook of the crane impaled Adriana, and it growled in pain. The crane was still for a long time, Adriana hanging on the top of it, hunched over the metal, screaming-growling-in pain as blood oozed out of it's body. And then it went silent, and started to slide off of the crane, slowly, but surely. And its body fell to the ground, changing back to it's human form.

Adriana was dead no doubt. The body of the used-to-be human girl lay there naked, and full of bullet holes. Her skin torn apart from the shots, totally mutilated. What was once an attractive young girl was now a bullet-riddled corpse. What was once an attractive young girl was now dead because Wesker wanted to experiment on her.

Umbrella was evil. But Wesker was the devil.

A/N: Long chapter, I know. I hope you enjoyed it though. Well tell me what you think, and hopefully I can get the next update going very soon. Again, sorry for the wait. Please review!

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