Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 13: Run Like Hell

A/N: Again, not as many reviews, but there's not much I can do about that, unless I need to improve on my fic? If so, please tell me! But thanks to those who have remained faithful! Also, don't get the G-18 monster (Gargoyle) mixed up with the G-18 machine pistol, it was just coincidence I guess. So without further ado, here is the next chapter! Enjoy!

Mike grabbed the machine-gun as he jumped out of the helicopter. If not for a few minor differences, and the long magazine, the gun would look no different then a handgun. But in reality, it was a deadly weapon, a weapon that could fire off all thirty rounds inside the magazine in only seconds. He didn't bother checking the clip, he remembered changing it the day before. He remembered being bored, sitting in one of the labs while Wesker preached about how 'wonderful' the T-Virus creatures were. He had sat there fiddling with the G-18 sub-machine gun for what seemed like almost an hour, he was timing himself on how fast he could refill a clip. He had gotten the G-18 from inside the lab; in a desk-but he didn't remember bringing it back to the chopper…Was this one the right one?

And then the redhead was sprinting around the corner; he didn't have time to ponder. Michael waved, "Ahoy there!" He yelled, trying to keep the pure malice from his voice, the wickedness that could give him away. "You need a ride?" He could see the sparkle in the redhead's eyes, and she slapped her hands together gleefully and sprinted toward him as if he had his arms wide open.

This nina is an idiota…

Mike grinned as if happy, but inside he was smirking evilly. She stopped, close enough that he could reach out and touch her. The sub-machine gun was loose in his right hand at his side, his finger on the trigger. She started saying something, praising him and telling him how happy she was to see her. Mike nodded absently, not really knowing what she said, he only heard her ask if he knew where to find someone. "Probably at the shelter a few miles West of here. It's a blockade on the freeway, I'm from there, do you want a ride?" Michael shifted his weight to another leg.

"Yes please!" The girl, Claire Redfield, said while nodding happily.

Michael smirked, and the thought of tying her up and taking her back to Wesker crossed his mind-nah, this'll be too much fun. Just as quickly as his facial expression changed, he pulled the machine gun up, the barrel just inches from her delicate face. "I'm here to finish Kainite's job. I see that his work wasn't very sufficient. Time to die, little girl." A small grin formed on his face, a grin of accomplishment, of pleasure at the shocked look she wore on her face. And he squeezed the trigger, felt that he didn't even have to watch as the bullet dug deep into her skull-and there was a empty click.

Damn it!

The girl lunged forward at that moment, and grabbed his gun-wielding arm, succeeded in bringing him to the ground. He hit the ground a moment after she did, falling hard on his right shoulder. She grasped his other arm, his left arm, and pulled it so that his right arm was stuck underneath him, and he was lying on his belly. Before he knew it, his left arm was twisted painfully around his back, and she was sitting on him and the cold steel of a gun as against his neck.

"Who are you?" She demanded, and although she had a soft voice, it came out demanding and cold. He decided to stay quiet. He doubted she would kill him, if she did, she wouldn't find out jack shit.

"Answer me!" She pressed the gun against his neck harder, digging the barrel into him. Still he remained quiet. "I swear to God, I'll shoot you if you don't answer!"

Michael snickered, and tried his best to look at her while he was talking. His left cheek was buried into the asphalt street painfully, it was hard to talk. "You tonto bitch, get that gun outta' my neck! I ain't telling you shit! Besides, what're you gonna' do, kill me?"

The girl laughed. "Nah, I'm going to shoot you." And not a second after her sentence was complete, the crack of the semi was heard, and pain surged up through his leg simultaneously. "Now will you talk, gato?" He was breathing heavily through clenched teeth now, the pain was like nothing he'd experienced before. He'd never been shot, and this was far worse then anything he'd ever experienced. She had shot him in the back of the thigh.

Stupid nina!

"What the hell do you want?" Michael yelled out, still breathing loudly.

"Who are you, why were you going to shoot me?" She asked, pushing the barrel to his neck even harder yet.

"My name is Roberto Mendez. I thought you were one of them." As soon as the words spilled from his mouth, he regretted it. There was no way she was going to believe him.

"…Uh-huh…Wanna' tell the truth this time?"

"…" Mike squeezed his eyes shut. Why did I even do this? Why am I even here? "…My name is Michael, I work for a man named Albert Wesker. He wanted you and the people you were traveling with, dead. I was just scouting the area when I found you-"

"Where are they now?" Claire demanded, the barrel being pressed even further.

He was quiet again.

"Answer me!" She hissed, pressing the barrel harder. "I'll brake your neck, or get answers, whichever comes first!"

Damn it… "Their on a island, inside a giant facility. It's a few hundred miles south-west of here…"

"Are you lying? I have plenty of ammo in this gun, and you still have a good leg."

His eyes went wide, and he hurriedly blurted out a no, hoping that he sounded honest enough. There was no way he was going to get shot again.

He felt her weight leave his body, and he just realized how little she weighed, but how much his right arm hurt from being under all of that weight. CRACK! And there was pain in his other leg, and then footsteps as she was walking away toward the helicopter.

"Damn you!" Michael yelled, blood oozing from both bullet wounds.

Claire looked back over her shoulder toward him, smirking. "You stay here, okay? I might need to come back and ask some questions. –Oh yeah! All those shots from my gun probably distracted a bunch of zombies, so I'd haul ass if I were you. Adios!" And she disappeared into the helicopter.

Wesker wore a grin of pure evil, and behind those dark shades, Leon was willing to bet that there was a set of eyes glimmering with spitefulness. Next to the blonde-haired Ex-S.T.A.R.S. stood Glitter on one side, and the cloaked figure on his other. Only about twenty-five yards to their left was the huge creature that Jill referred to as 'Nemesis'. Leon pulled the 12-guage over his shoulder, and into his hands, pumped it, and waited.

"Wesker! You asshole! Haven't you done enough?" Leon's gaze settled on Chris, whose face had anger written all over it. His hands were balled into fists, knuckles white.

Wesker snickered. "Redfield, do you not understand when to shut up?" Wesker asked casually. "But there isn't time for this now, Redfield. This place is going up in flames in about thirty seconds, and I don't want to be here when it does. Glitter, start up the chopper!"

"Damn you, Wesker!" Jill raised her weapon, aimed it at Wesker, she wanted to blow his brains out, he could tell by the look on her face-and Ada stopped her, she lowered her gun, and Jill looked just as surprised as he felt.

"No time! We can't take them all, we need to move, now!" Already, Ada was leading everyone to the ledge to his or her right-and Wesker was yelling for the Nemesis creature to 'destroy them'. Leon hurried over to where everyone was gathering at the edge of the building, the heavy footsteps of the Nemesis creature thudding behind him. Everyone was moving down a ladder that, from what he could see, led to a concrete platform. Ada was hurrying them down the metal ladder, two at a time.

RAAAAGH!

The growl sent chills down his back, the inhuman sound, the earthshaking, hair-raising howl of fury that burst out of its thick throat. And then it spoke. It was a guttural, barely human scream that was nearly drowned out by the same feral scream from before. "Deeestroyy."

It was his turn to go down the ladder, and he didn't waste no time, it had only been about ten seconds to get everyone down. Wesker had said 30 seconds before everything blew up, and he was probably estimating. "Deeestr-" and the creature was cut off by the 'copter's blades buzzing to life, it's spine-tingling cry drowned out by the helicopter-and he was already down the ladder. The platform was a good ways from the ground, at least a full story, if not two.

"Follow me!" Ada pointed down to another ledge about three feet down and made the two-feet leap across to it. The others followed suit. Then there was another, and she leaped down to that, again everyone else followed, and now they weren't that far from the ground, now they could jump, and there was a bush to brake their fall.

Just as the first, Rebecca, jumped down to the ground some ten feet below, there was a loud explosion. Not an explosion like the building exploding, but an explosion like a wall had been destroyed. Sure enough, there it was, Gargoyle. Standing in all of its ugly glory, great chunks of concrete lay around it, metal pipes protruding from the wall in random places- and Leon looked up to see the helicopter flying away from the island.

"Deeestroyy."

Nemesis was hot on their trail, and Gargoyle was about a football-field away from them, and was advancing toward them already. It's appendages swinging wildly as if happy, and it growled, a growl that matched that of Nemesis-

"Leon, go!" Leon was snapped back into reality; everyone else was down below, Ada behind him, urging for him to go-to hurry his ass up. Leon nodded quickly, and threw his shotgun down into the bush and jumped in after it. Using his shoulder to land on, it absorbed most of the impact but it still wasn't that great of a choice on his part. Leon fumbled around in the bush for a moment, grabbed for the shotgun- and Ada was suddenly on top of him. She didn't weigh much, but it was enough to take him by surprise and take his breath momentarily.

Ada looked at him with an apologetic frown. "Sorry." Leon only nodded, and both scrambled to their feet, he grabbed his shotgun-and Nemesis cried out from above. His attention was forced onto the large creature, and he saw that it was wielding a rocket launcher.

How-Don't think! Run!

And it growled, prepared to fire the rocket launcher-prepared to blow them up. "Deeestroyy." Nemesis lifted the launcher onto its shoulder; growled-and the clatter of gunfire broke into all of the noise. Together, the growling of Gargoyle, the blood-curdling cries of Nemesis, the distant buzz of the 'copter, and the clatter of the gun was deafening. Leon spun around to see Nemesis trembling slightly as the unseen gunman pounded multiple rounds into Nemesis- and suddenly someone was leaping off of the edge of the building, just as it started to rumble violently.

Billy was close, and was a lot bigger then Leon, and he ran to catch the falling person. He was successful; both fell to the ground, the jumper in his large arms-and the building exploded.

The buzz of the helicopter was somewhat familiar. She'd been in them numerous times, with Chris of course. When he'd been in the Air Force, and when she was a lot younger, she would get to visit him and he would take her for rides in a 'copter about twice a year. When she got older, he taught her how to fly one-and she was thanking God for that. She felt a sort of accomplishment after taking down that guy, who apparently was connected with Kainite, and that meant he worked for Wesker.

Wesker…

Chris had never said much about Wesker, never said what exactly Wesker was thinking, and that was probably because no one really knew. All she knew was that he was a twisted man- with his own agenda. No one was sure if he worked with Umbrella, or if he just loved the companies' experiments. But one thing for sure- he was a flat-out lunatic, plain and simple. Suddenly she remembered, remembered her encounter with him back in the Rockfort Island Prison. Remembered the brute strength that he possessed. Remembered being lifted off of her feet by at least a foot, by her neck. Remembered gasping for air, remembered the grin of satisfaction on his face at the sight of her fear and the fact that she was slipping from life-But that was a long time ago.

Think about the present…

Claire brushed a few strands of red hair from face, and continued to scan the dark blue waters of the ocean below her. Looking-searching-for this island that that Michael guy was talking about. And if he was lying, if he was sending her on a wild goose chase, she would go back and pour whole bags of salt in his wounds-make him suffer. Then she saw a dark plume of black rise up into the air far ahead. It was the dark smoke of a explosion, and she just knew that was the place.

Barry pulled Rebecca down as he too went to the ground, covering her with his bulk. He could see, from he corners of his eyes, everyone else doing the same around him. The roar of the explosion was deafening, and sent a tremor through the air. He felt air sweep past him seconds after the BOOM, and then the debris started to fall; large, and small pieces of concrete, among the countless material that was sent flying from the building as it blew up.

The last of the debris fell within only a few moments, and he was rising slowly. He was relieved to see that Nemesis was nowhere in sight, even more relieved to see that the Gargoyle creature was trapped under a great chunk of concrete; overjoyed to see a pool of dark red spreading out from under it, and pleased to see that everyone was okay. Besides a few tiny abrasions, and a whole hell of a lot of dust, everyone was unscathed.

Barry climbed to his feet, helping Rebecca up while doing so. Tiny bits of debris was still falling, he could feel the smaller-then-pebble-sized things hitting his broad shoulders and the top of his head as he stood there, everyone else around was getting up slowly. The chunk of concrete that lie on top of the Gargoyle creature was absolutely huge, it seemed that an entire wall had fallen on the creature. In random places, lied charred and bloody corpses of the 'Los Illuminados' and a few miscellaneous T-Virus creatures; some of which he'd seen before and some that were…new to the list of nightmares.

Silence dominated for a moment, everyone stood quietly, dazed, and at the same time happy. The silence was broken by Ada Wong.

"We should go." She said flatly. "There's a building outside of those gates, northeast of here, inside we can find a cargo plane. It had no seats, but it could easily fit us all inside." She didn't receive nods; everyone was still a bit dazed by what had happened. She was about to tell them to follow her when the rubble moved slightly, a small mountain of concrete stirred for just a second, a few small pieces of rock sliding down the side of the heap of rock. A few tense moments passed, everyone watched the rubble, but the movement didn't reoccur. "Let's go."

The group followed Ada loyally; he was in the back walking next to Chris. "You okay?" He asked, turning to look at his S.T.A.R.S. teammate and longtime friend. Chris turned back to him, and just stared for a moment, as if thinking before he nodded moments later.

"Yeah, I'm fine. That fall wasn't nuthin'." Chris grinned, but Barry could see through it, he could see that it was forced.

"We'll get him. Wesker will pay." Barry clapped a hand on his shoulder and smiled reassuringly. "Nothing's gonna' stop us. Not Glitter, not a army of zombies, nothing."

Chris frowned slightly. "Yeah, I hope so…" Chris stopped; Barry did too, as the rest of the group did the same. Ada retrieved a plastic card from her back pocket-how she fit something in those skintight pants was beyond him-and she swiped it quickly and the two thick metal doors opened. The walls were huge, tall, and thick, made of solid steel, topped with what looked like barbwire.

"Stick close, and stay alert!" Ada said, more of a demand then anything. "This forest has some pretty wicked things hiding in it, and if we find one of them, give it all you got to take it down." Barry nodded in unison with everyone else, and she started to say something else when a sound that was familiar but straight-out impossible.

"Deeestroyy!"

Barry spun around, saw the creature standing, it's mouth wide as it growled, dust covering it's body, and the rocket launcher on its shoulder-and he was being pulled to the ground by Chris as everyone else took cover behind the thick walls or ducked just as something jetted past them. The projectile moved into the forest, was stopped by a tree, and there was a explosion of light and sound as trees were uprooted and dirt was sent flying into the air.

"Run! Go, go, GO!" Ada's voice again, and before he knew it, Chris was pulling him to his feet, half stumbling to his feet himself, and everyone was running into the forest. Ada was leading them through the forest, and he found himself stumbling over roots and rocks, barely dodging trees, everything moving past him in a blind blur. Chris was a few feet ahead, a lot nimbler and smaller, he was moving swiftly. He kept his eyes focused on Chris' boots, using that as his motivation to move quicker.

"DEESTROYY!"

And although they were at least one hundred yards from the Nemesis creature, its cry was still audible- and then there was an explosion behind him and to his left about thirty yards away. Barry didn't know where it was getting all of its ammunition, but he was willing to bet that it had much more.

He hadn't run this much, and this fast, in a long time. Even when they'd been attacked in the hotel back in D.C, he didn't run this fast. But now that a rocket-launcher wielding, eight-foot tall, behemoth was hot on their trail, he was moving as fast as his legs would take him-and as fast as he could go without dragging Tara with him, that is, if he wasn't already. He was holding her hand, her hands were sweaty, and she was pleading for him to slow down, but he ignored it and pumped his legs harder.

Jeff was right behind Jill, Billy and Rebecca in front of him, and then Ada. Others were behind him; Leon and Ashley were running a few yards to his left, same speed. Ashley didn't seem to have much problems keeping up with the speedy Leon, she was probably used to it-

"Jeff!"

And before he could react to Tara yelling his name, his right shoulder collided with a tree, just barely missing the side of his face. The impact from running into the tree made him stumble to the ground, the shoulder of his sleeve ripped, but he was back to his feet before Tara could help him. He continued pumping his legs, knowing that they needed to get far away-

A noise. A high-pitched scream that ripped through the forest, then another, and several others after that, some of which were different. Some of which were growls, not the high-pitched shriek of some rabid beast-

What was that?-

Tara stopped. Not wanting to drag her to the ground, he stopped too. Jeff turned around to the blonde-haired girl, her face full of fear, with one hand clutching the chest of her shirt, and the other tightening its grip on his hand.

"Jeff I'm scared!" She said half humiliated that she admitted it and half frightened of their circumstance. Her eyes locked on his for a moment, but began darting around as if looking for the source of the screams.

"Tara…" Jeff frowned slightly. "I'm sorry but we have to move!" He was pulling on her hand even as the boom of Leon's shotgun exploded through the forest, and there was a dieing cry of something. "Come on!" And he was pulling her again, just as the forms of Chris and Barry ran past.

There were more screams, more growls, and more creatures that smelled the scent of the running group, as they ran through the twisting trees…and suddenly his feet hit sand. Jeff looked up, he had been watching the ground carefully before, and saw a large metal building up ahead-and a few forms to their right, standing in the sand.

"We're almost there!" He heard Ada yell just before the crack of numerous handguns shattered the tranquility of the beach, and ribbons of crimson spurted out from the forms of the reptilian creatures about fifty yards away. They were close to the hangar, and that meant that they were close to being…safe.

She could see forms on the white sands below, not far from her. Claire nearly yelped in joy, but was kept from doing so when there was an explosion in the forest at the edge of the beach. The explosion sent a cloud of dirt into the sky, and she felt scared. She was too close to being reunited with them, to let them die by some random explosions. She had to set the 'copter down, now.

Claire hit the appropriate switches and buttons feverishly, and the chopper started to descend toward the island. That was when she realized that several of the forms down below weren't human; she saw the explosions at the tip of multiple handgun-wielding forms beneath her. Clenching her teeth tight, Claire kept her eyes locked on the island that was rapidly getting closer, less then one thousand feet…and she realized that the controls were…messing up.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Chris, Barry, and Billy fired as they were backing up toward the door; everyone else was inside the hangar. She waited by the door, screaming for them to hurry as they fired rounds into the Hunter creatures that were slow in their advancement. That was when she spotted the helicopter in the sky, coming toward the island, and she realized it was that stupid Hispanic man. He must have been sent to scout, check the progress of the T-Virus or something.

The 'copter wasn't slowing down, it was going to crash-land, maybe he'd been attacked, maybe he died at the controls…

Not the time-

"Come on!" She yelled, and the three men fired their last rounds, spun around and scampered toward the open door. Just as the three piled into the hangar, the 'copter landed, crash-landed, on the beach. The Hunter's darted into the forest in fear as the helicopter landed. The entire nose of the chopper was lost under the sand, buried up to a bit past the front windows at an angle. The tail end of the helicopter was sticking out into the air, the blades smacking the sand lightly as they started to come to a slow halt.

Chris had come to her side to watch the helicopter just as the blades came to a stop-and the door opened and a woman stumbled out of it and onto the beach. The woman was a redhead, sporting a red vest and a short tight-fitting shirt that exposed her flat stomach. The redhead was to her feet in an instant, and was already running toward them, yelling to wait-and Chris recognized the voice, recognized the girl.

Claire Redfield. She thought as the redhead dashed toward them. She looked over to Chris, his eyes glazed over in…tears. Ada grinned slightly at the tears of joy that were filling Chris eyes-

"Deeestroyy!"

"Come on!" Ada yelled, holding Chris back from running to Claire, she knew they didn't have time. Nemesis was nothing to fool with, it was virtually indestructible and it was set on killing whatever it could. It would take them a bit of time to start the cargo plane up, and even more time for the hangar doors to open. Claire ran into the room, and Ada saved her questions, as did Chris. It was obvious that Claire just plainly shouldn't be there.

"Keep watch!" Ada yelled as she passed the group of ten people that were gathered by the Cargo Plane. She ran up the steps, and into the Plane, Jeff, Tara, and Ashley piled in after her as everyone else stood in a line by the steps, weapons raised.

"Deeestroyy!"

If it weren't for the monster outside the door, she would've asked Claire how. That would be questioning enough, 'how?' but there wasn't time. Rebecca raised her H&K handgun, aimed it carefully at the door and waited-and she didn't have to wait long as the wall fell apart under the explosion of another rocket. As the dust cleared the form of the surgically created monster was obvious as it threw the rocket launcher, which was probably pretty heavy, about ten yards to its left with one mighty arm. It growled again, spreading both arms to its side, and pulling its head back, as it howled. Lowering it's leather-wrapped head, a permanent toothy grin set into its disfigured and ugly face, Nemesis started toward them and everyone opened fire.

A/N: DUN, DUN, DUN! Next chapter, do they escape? What happens if they do? Will Wesker be stopped? Stay tuned to find out more! Once again, sorry for the late update, but I was on vacation! Next update should be a lot faster…hopefully…But meanwhile, please review!

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