Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 22: Evil Unleashed

A/N: Yeahhh…two reviews…Lol. Come on people! You're giving up on me! Oh well, as long as I know I have two readers, I'll keep going just to satisfy your hunger for more of this fic.

-Oh! And I think it's about time to give thanks to my most faithful readers. LadyWater, Katrina Ice Angel of Darkness, and Sesshoumarou.Thank you three for reviewing to this story like crazy! I hope you continue to do so! And this doesn't exclude everyone else, no way, thank you all for reading and reviewing to this fic, you don't know how much it means to me!

Now I'm going to answer a question that Sesshoumarou had asked. He wanted to know how many chapters until the final battle with Wesker. I said to only expect about five more chapters, but recently I've had an idea that may expand the life of this fic a bit more, plus a few more ideas that'll expand it to be even longer. But the final battle with Wesker, or at least a battle with Wesker, could come between the next two to five (possibly more) chapters or so.

And also, happy late Thanksgiving lol.

Enjoy the next chapter.

The elevator was small, and Tara was pretty surprised they all fit inside. There was only a bit of room in which she could move, just like everyone else. She was standing with her back leaning against Jeff, his arms wrapped around her waist. In one hand he held a handgun. She didn't know what kind it was, didn't care. All she knew was that she felt safe in his arms, and truthfully, she never wanted to leave this spot.

Suddenly the elevator jerked to a stop and Chris, who was standing closest to the doors, looked at Ada whom was beside him with a confused look upon his face.

"Is this our stop?" Chris asked.

Ada shook her head in response, and looked up at the digital screen above the door that had a red number '2' on it. "We're stuck at the second level, and the ride wasn't long enough to be near the third level, but not short enough to be near the second. We must be somewhere in the middle."

Tara looked up and over her shoulder at Jeff's carefully expressionless face. She guessed that he was only doing this so that she wouldn't get scared…Tara swallowed hard, a knot forming in her gut. After the last few things, the unexpected grew expected, the fantasy turned reality. What would happen next? Would the cords snap and the elevator fall down into the basement to their deaths? Would someone or something come through the roof and make quick work of them-

"Sh!" Chris whispered although there was no one talking. "Did anyone else hear that?"

Tara listened intently, but heard nothing else but the soft breathing of Steve who was standing to her left. She wasn't sure of what Chris heard, and guessed that he was only hearing things-and there it was. The sound was familiar, vivid. All her life, as far back as she could remember she would go to circuses with her mother and father once a year. She never liked elephants, they were big and they stunk. When she was very young she would always get scared when they made that noise with their trunks, she would cover her ears and close her eyes shut.

The sound that Chris heard was that of an elephant, the sound that used to haunt her dreams as a child. How appropriate it was that the sound that used to give her nightmares would be heard during a real nightmare…

Jill spun around, the initial thunder of sound catching her attention very quickly. Not knowing what to expect, aware of the fact that anything was possible if Umbrella was involved, Jill turned around ready to face the worse. At the sight of the gray gigantean that walked toward them in earth-shattering steps, she felt her knees buckle. It was an elephant, or at least it wasan elephant at one time. One tusk was fractured badly leaving a sharp point at the end of it. The entire body of the elephant was covered in deep lesions, and she could tell that it was larger then a normal elephant, the lesions most likely caused by the skin being torn as the body of the elephant inflated to a more muscular, more dominating form. One large leathery ear was gone, leaving a large bloody hole behind, the blood trailed behind it, and she knew that that would make it even more dangerous. If that blood were to get into a cut, somehow in their mouths, in their eyes, they too would fall victim to the T-Virus…

Ripping her from her thoughts was Barry as he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled. Next thing she knew, she was almost flying toward one many large metal crates. She saw from the corner of her eye, just before finding safety behind a crate that the elephant was running toward them at a somewhat slow pace.

Behind the crate, Jill grabbed at the M-16 and pulled it off of her shoulder. Just as quickly, Barry was getting the revolver magnum from the waist of his pants. Jill got down into a squat, making sure her back was pressed against the crate, and she peaked out to see where the thing had gone. It had stopped moving, standing about ten meters away now. It blew the trumpet that was its trunk, and slowly looked from side to side. A trail of crimson ribbons followed the motion as it did so, a rivulet of blood forming at its feet.

Jill pulled the stock of the assault rifle up to her shoulder, and used the scope mounted on the rifle. She heard a slight sound as Barry stepped out into the open behind her. She decided to go for the most open area on elephant. The crosshairs settled on the bloody hole on the side of it's head and-

TAT-TAT-TAT

The assault rifle was set on three-round burst for saving ammo, and it slightly jumped in her hand as she fired but each bullet hit its mark since the target was so large. Every bullet was rewarded by a hoarse cry from the creature's trunk as more blood spurted from where its ear had been. Before it could recover, she started firing again, three more shots into the creatures' skull.

BAM!

A much louder noise, a noise that left a ringing in her ear and paled in comparison to the sounds the M-16 made, sounded to her right and she saw crimson blossom on the very top of the elephant's trunk. She guessed that Barry was somewhat off with his shot, but it worked, and the elephant screamed in surprise. Before she could even fire again, there were more shots. Bursts of M-16's, and nine-millimeter's that caused more blood to spurt out of the elephant. Jill joined the shower of bullets that sprayed the elephant and speckled it in red.

Unsuspectingly, the elephant screamed and charged toward them just as three more rounds from the M-16 dug into the face of the elephant. Barry helped Jill to her feet, and they were running away just as there was the sound of metal being pounded out of shape, and a loud crash. Jill looked back in time to see that the elephant had rammed the crate with its large skull and had knocked it over onto another of its six sides.

They quickly found refuge behind another crate, and opened fire just as quickly. Each shot only further infuriated the creature, and it went into some strange rage and started stomping the ground rapidly. Each stamp actually shook the ground, and it performed a final earth-shaking stomp by standing on its hind legs and coming down hard with its front legs. It seemed as if everyone was just staring in awe as it did this, because there were no shots being fired as it went through its violent tantrum.

The creature howled through its trunk again, and started swinging its heard back and forth in quick, swift movements. Its mighty trunk slammed into crates over and over again, filling the room with loud bangs, louder than Barry's magnum. The sides of the crates twisted, dented, and even started to split. The elephant then charged down a narrow row of crates, the same path she and Barry had taken. Its sides were caught on the crates, but that didn't stop it, and it actually broke the sides of the crates, dented them, and tore through them. All the while it was mutilating itself, twisted pieces of metal shredded its rotten flesh, skinning it alive, tearing at muscle, tendons and what was left of its skin even as it came at them totally oblivious to the pain.

Jill spun back around the corner, taking a breath, and looked at Barry who was still looking around the corner at the elephant.

"We have time for you to get maybe twelve shots off, then we'll run out into the open, might get crushed in between all of these crates. Go." Barry was clear with his orders, clear, and quick. Time was of the essence. Jill spun around the corner, still crouched, and fired. The first shot went wild, the other two skinning the top of its head-and it's trunk raised. Just as quickly, something was moving toward them, a liquid ball.

Jill pulled herself back; Barry fell backwards, both just missing the green sphere of fluid. It smacked into a crate just feet from them with as much intensity as the elephants trunk. It created a dent in the side of the crate, and immediately the liquid started eating at the metal. There was a hissing coming from it, slight vapors rising from the liquid-it was some sort of acid, a stomach acid maybe.

"JILL!" Barry's voice, desperate and loud, was all she heard before she fell on the ground hard just as two metal crates collided with each other only inches from the tips of her boots. The crates were crinkled like an accordion, crushed beneath the unbelievable power of the elephant. Before she could even register the thought that Barry had saved her life several times in the last five minutes, he was pulling her up to her feet.

They started running across the open area, away from the elephant, seeking to find shelter in the maze of crates about ten yards away. As they got closer to the crates, she saw that the others were all watching. Barry and she skidded to a stop and spun around to look at the destruction the elephant had caused-and then it emerged from it all; bleeding worse then ever and madder then hell.

BAM! BAM!

She wasn't sure whom the first one was to fire at it, but a lot more joined in. Jill flicked a switch on the M-16 and raised it up, peered into the scope, the cross-hairs trained on the elephant and she released a never-ending stream of bullets that merged with the others to form a inevitable force that pounded the creature until it actually stumbled back a step and made that bellowing sound with its trunk. It began quivering, not very bad, but visibly shaking like it was about to crumple to the ground and die-and then liquid rained up from behind its head. It poured out like a fountain; crimson and infection-colored fluids spraying everywhere, and in the midst of the gore raised a tan-colored creature. It was about two-feet long, and appeared to be some sort of insect, with pincers, and multiple appendages. It had no visible eyes, but somehow was looking at her with a deadly gaze. It shrieked, and immediately there were shots fired. Just as the fountain of fluids seized, more liquid spurted out of the things body as nine-millimeter rounds smashed into it.

"Shoot that thing!" She heard Leon yell shortly after he stopped shooting, but started again just afterwards.

What the hell? Those were the first words that came to mind when he heard the first bursts of gunfire. Wesker rushed over to the bookcase inside his private room and pulled on the bind of a book marked with the Umbrella symbol emblazoned on it. It was obvious enough, but he didn't really care, it wasn't like anyone that was against him would ever get to it.

Wesker had been reading a novel, a novel called The Black Cauldron. It was quite the enjoyable book actually, and he was infuriated to be broken from his peace. When he removed that book from its spot on the shelf, the bookcase slid back with just the slightest sound of machinery. Once behind the doorway, it slid to the right, and revealed a small concrete room. It was designed for storing certain things so valuable to him that he'd actually fear someone could penetrate this laboratory, and could also be used in case he needed to find refuge from some assailant…not that he couldn't handle anything thrown at him. He was confident in himself, he was confident in what Umbrella had done to him.

Once inside the room, he stepped on a floor panel and the bookcase slid back to its previous position and a fluorescent light flicked on above. The room wasn't very big, not much more then ten-feet by ten-feet. One wall had a metal safe, resembling a gun safe leaning against it, a second had a instrument desk the width of the wall, along with two monitors; one that monitored the outside of the laboratory and the other that monitored the inside. He wasn't sure how many cameras were set up throughout the place, but at least one to a hallway and two to each room. The desk contained a few switches and buttons that were for a few miscellaneous things. There was also a intercom switch, used to give commands to the thirty Los Illuminados that patrolled the lab.

Anyways, there was also a metal door in the floor to the left of the door. That was where a huge room was, a room that he really never used, but was big enough to be a storage room for some really big things.

Wesker moved over to the monitors, and almost immediately, he saw the problem. On one monitored, it displayed the only entrance to the labs. There was one of the E-42's, the elephants, something he particularly didn't like because they were so slow, but he admitted that they were very strong. But that wasn't the problem. He was perfectly fine with his children coming for a visit, but he was not fine with having the same meddlesome degenerates come for a visit.

Wesker gripped the desk under the monitors firmly as he watched them shoot at the elephant as it attempted to destroy them. It must have been hungry, and the dozen would make for a pretty good meal. He recognized Jill and Barry, working together and seemingly leading the attack against it. Jill Valentine, the meddlesome S.T.A.R.S. that was leading the attack against Umbrella along with the other Alpha Team S.T.A.R.S. when Umbrella had been in operation, was well armed. She had a M-16 Assault Rifle, and he zoomed in to find out she also hand a handgun, and wore a utility belt and even had grenades attached to it for easy access. Switching the camera views a few times, he found four of the other pests. One was the U.S Agent, along with the President's daughter, that had caused so much trouble back in that rural area of Europe, the secret testing grounds for Umbrella. Saddler had been valuable; too bad he had to die.

The other two were the muscle-bound guy, and the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo Team field medic Rebecca Chambers. From what he saw, they were all well armed and ready for the worst.

This could be a problem…

Unconsciously, he looked down at the desk, and saw a blinking red light. The light meant that the elevator near the main entrance was stuck it often did that. He never bothered to fix it though…sort of forgot about it. That must have meant that some of them were on their way up…

"Then let them come." Wesker said to himself as he pressed a button, and a green light shone under the intercom mike, it indicated that the intercom was ready for use. "Los Illuminados, red alert." It wasn't Spanish, but they understood this. There were three levels in which he alerted them, the first were for them to be ready to battle, the second for them to search the grounds for anything suspicious, and the third-red-for them to be aware that the building had been infiltrated, and be ready to kill anything that moved.

Wesker released the button and then found another switch, and he flipped it, and then pressed a button. And he laughed, thinking about how many deadly creatures he'd just released from their cages, and that by the end of the night that not one shred of any of these menaces would be left.

"No one will stop me. No one." And Wesker laughed, tasting, feeling, victory already. Soon the world would be crippled, at their knees before him.

The first shots, although far away, seemed deafening. Chris was scared, and feared the worst, especially after about the tenth shot rang from down below. When the loud crashes started, he tensed, hoping against hope that they were okay. Stuck in this elevator, they were helpless, and as good as dead. He had heard the first few sounds, it seemed to be an elephant, but he wasn't quite sure anymore.

No one spoke; they just listened to the sounds down below. The cracks of handguns, the repeated tatter of M-16 fire, and he wondered just what were they going up against? What could be strong enough to take that many shots and not die? Only one thing came to mind, only one possible answer to that question. That answer was about eight-feet tall, had a arm totally dedicated to being a large spiked club used for beating something shitless, was surgically created, that answer was Tyrant; the ultimate Umbrella warrior.

"Damn it." Chris whispered. He knew that their chances of survival were very, very slim, it had taken a damned bazooka to kill the one they encountered back at the Spencer Estate. They didn't have that kind of weaponry, and all those petty bullets from the M-16's and handguns would only piss it off. He doubted very much that the shotguns would make much of a difference, unless one of them were stupid enough to get close to the thing and shoot. The magnums that Barry and Billy had may raise their chances to about two percent. The grenades had a low chance of actually hitting it, the Tyrant could gain a great burst of speed very quick and can easily dodge a blast from a grenade. An incendiary grenade may help, boosting them to a possible six percent…

Then there were louder noises below, loud like something huge stomping the hell out of the ground. Maybe it was an elephant…

Shouldn't be that hard to take down…should've died by now, Jill's an excellent shot and she can take its eyes out easily.

Then a realization hit him…a realization that she might be dead.

No…

As soon as the Plaga burst to the surface of its host, Leon felt sick to his stomach. It was like a nightmare that haunted his dreams for a week straight, and suddenly made reappearance. It was indeed a nightmare, one in which he had to live several days in a row. A nightmare that wasn't meant to be, a nightmare caused because some twisted Umbrella guy sent his own daughter to be tested on.

It was a nightmare that was blending eerily perfectly with another that occurred seven years ago. The T-Virus, Umbrella, the G-Virus, the Plaga, the zombies, Los Illuminados, Raccoon-all of it was too much for a single person to handle, too much for any number of people to handle. It was crazy, unbelievable, not supposed to happen, not meant to be, only there too torment and persecute him. There to give him nightmares each night, there to eerily make him accustomed to the smell of the dead, used to putting bullet holes in people that had to suffer because of the people that created his nightmares-

And he fired, rage engulfing him, bam, bam, bam, bam. It clicked dry, and he ejected the clip, yelling for everyone else to shoot the Plaga while grabbing another from his pack and shoving it into the handgun and firing just as his sentence ended. The cry of pain that came from the Plaga overwhelmed him, somehow calming his anger, giving him pleasure. He wanted to kill it, wanted it dead, and he continued to fire, miraculously, not a single shot missed. He lost count on how many bullets exploded from the tip of the gun, only concentrating on the creature, wanting its death so very bad-

-And it blew up. The Plaga burst into an explosion of disease-colored liquid, crimson ribbons, and flesh. The elephant teetered, a bit, and then fell, just as the last chunks of the Plaga splattered to the ground. It was dead, did not move another inch. D-E-D.

Leon looked around, and realized that it wasn't only him shooting. In his blind fury, he didn't realize that everyone else had joined the chorus of gunshots. Ashley and Tara were the only ones who hadn't fired a shot, Ashley hid behind him, and Tara behind Jeff, who surprisingly shot at the elephant. They all realized that this was a group effort, realized that they needed to work together to reach a goal-and there was a sound from toward the elevator, it seemed that it was moving again…as if on cue.

Hah, how nice.

"Alright, we need to keep going." He said quickly. "No time to stand around and think about how close that was, we'll have plenty of those times, and its nothing but a waist. Ammo check." Leon ejected his clip and checked it while everyone else did the same. All reported how much ammo they had left; no one had less then one and a half clips for their handguns, or two mags for the M-16's (Barry had two full quick-loaders and three shots in another left).

"Alright, let's move."

Steve watched the elevator doors close while Chris said they'd wait for one minute, no more. He said that if something did happen to the others, there was nothing they could do, and standing around in the halls would only waste valuable time. They weren't very spirit-lifting words, but it was the truth. The truth hurt sometimes and that's life he supposed.

That's my life.

Hell,too many times had the truth hurt him. After a few Umbrella goons shot up his mother inside their own home because his father had been caught trying to steal something from a lab, he was a trucker for Umbrella, he'd been taken to Rockfort Island where he'd lived life until he was seventeen, until the day that all hell broke loose anyway and he met up with Claire. Ever since then though, all of the pains of his life seemed to have washed away. He wasn't sure if it was because of his meeting with Claire, or his temporary memory loss thanks to being infected with the T-Veronica Virus. Which brought up a question, how did that shit ever get out of his system? Whatever it was, he was happy that it happened regardless. After meeting up with her, in his very last moments, he'd fealt at ease with himself because he knew someone loved him, knew he had someone to fall back on. He never had that before and he owed his life to her and would do whatever it took to pay her back.

Suddenly the foul smell became a bit stronger. He'd tried his best not to pay attention to it, was somewhat accustomed to it in some creepy sort of way. Apparently, they were on floor two, where the laboratories and 'cages' for the 'specimens' were. Ada said that the smell was because they were close to an experimentation lab where a few zombies were held. But she had added that she didn't remember the smell ever being this strong…

Could be worse.

"Let's go." Chris said abruptly, and Steve was surprised the minute passed so quickly. "We can only hope for the best-" And there was the noise of the elevator, the sound of the cords, the mechanical stuff on the inside of the elevator shaft. But the sound was disappearing, as if it was going to the lower levels.

They stood there for a moment, in silence, hoping the doors would open up to reveal them all safe and sound-but Ada interrupted their daydreaming quickly. "We should move. They'll know to meet up with us up on level three. This Elevator won't take you to the third level for some reason, but there are two elevators to a level, so they should be able to get to us shortly. If Wesker knows we're here, we shouldn't just sit around, besides, he could be watching us." Ada motioned her head toward a small camera above the elevator, then at another down the hall that branched off to the left.

"Then let's move." Chris added and started down the hall, holding his Remington tight like he was hoping that this Wesker guy would jump out at them. Steve, truthfully, hardly remembered what he looked like. He only remembered those eyes…

"Steve, go." Claire said, laughing from behind him. He flushed, embarrassed, and started down the hall casually, trying to keep his cool. "Might be a good idea to get a gun out, you know, look intimidating or something." Claire stated teasingly.

Did she have to put it like that?

Steve removed the handgun from its holster and adjusted the shoulder strap of the M-16. He had three full clips for the automatic rifle, and two for the handgun. He'd be ready to take on an army-

Boom!

The elevator stopped, and wouldn't go back up afterwards. It was like someone cut the power to the damn thing. Billy watched Jill walk away from the elevator looking disappointed. Billy turned to look down the hall; it branched off in two directions about six meters away.

"Ada said this is the sleeping quarters, and she said that there probably isn't anyone sleeping already so we should be good to go." Jill said, taking her handgun out of its holster, and Billy couldn't help but laugh as he thought of that damn annoying Taco Bell commercial that came on way too much.

He started down the hall, following the others, with Rebecca at his side. She hardly made any noise as her petite form moved down the hall, unlike him. His boots seemed to echo along with everyone else's. She and that girl Tara were probably the smallest people in this little group. Billy laughed, thinking about how much she'd been through.

Guess size don't matter after all-

"Freeze!"

Billy looked up to see Jill pointing down the hall, and saw long silvery hair and bare chromed legs disappear around the corner, and Jill was leading the chase. He knew who it was, that bizarre metal-bodied woman, Glitter. Billyhardlyhad to putany effort into it, he waseasily able to keep up with the others. They all seemed to turn the corner at once, following in her tracks, and he could see her form up ahead just as she disappeared behind a door.

A/N: Alrighty, another chapter, and more dang cliffies! Lol I know y'all are hatin me for this. But hey, it keeps people comin back for more! (I hope it ain't the opposite). Tell me what you think and review the darn heck outta this chapter!

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