Resident Evil: The Final Chapter

Chapter 23: Worthy Adversaries

A/N: I apologize for such a late review again, but my grades in high school are not doing all that great and I need to focus on that more then this fic, I'm sure you can all understand that. December third and fourth (the weekend) I was really busy so I couldn't dedicate no time to this fic, and that's the time in which I do dedicate the most time toward it.The weekend ofDec. 10th and 11thwill probably be the same because I have a friend's B-day party to go to Saturday, and I will probably meet up with family Sunday. Plus I had more problems with my dumb computer, so that also limited my accessibility throughout the weekdays.

Please continue reading and reviewing guys, I'll try my best to get updates sped up, I swear it. It just may take some time. Plus, it's only alike a weekuntil Christmas Vacation and that means faster updates. I'll try to get at least two a week up in that time period. It all depends on my luck at computer access.

Please enjoy the next chapter. (This is a Chapter for the action lovers) It's also the longest chapter thus far. (A little present I guess for such a long wait...)

(Also, I stole something from one of S.D. Perry's Resident Evil Novels for this chapter and one or several upcoming chapters)

Chris gripped the 12-Gauge, one hand on the pistol grip handle, the other on the pistol grip pump that allowed easy shooting. With this weapon he felt…invincible, and just dared anyone to get in his way. They did, and they were getting blown apart. Truthfully, he was hoping that the candidate would be Wesker. His hatred for that man had grown over the years, to such extent that he seemed repulsive. Although he seemed to be a quite normal person, calm and cool, deep down Chris knew he was troubled, insane. Why did he hate him? For the simple fact that he had the nerve to threaten his best friends family for the sake of Umbrella, for the fact that he lead them to the Spencer Estate to be killed, for the fact that he…used to be a friend.

So deep in his thoughts, Chris didn't hear the shuffling footsteps or the low, lonely moans of the undead. By the time he realized that he was in trouble, just as he realized that the rotting smell had worsened, bony and cold fingers were around his neck and attempting to force him against a wall. Not a foot away from his face was the face of a horribly decayed zombie, its rotten head connected to a neck that had had its throat torn out, that neck connected to a naked body that was rotted beyond recognition. Its gender was beyond comprehension.

The zombie opened its mouth hungrily, making a wet growling noise as it went in for the kill, the smell worsening as it opened its rotted mouth and-BOOM!

The zombie's fingers left his neck, and the zombie's feet left the ground for a few meters before collapsing to the metal floor in a bloody heap. The buckshot rounds Chris hardly paid any attention to the zombie with a gaping hole in its abdomen; it was simply averted when he saw another zombie round the corner. This zombie was missing its lower jaw, it's tongue hung down its front like a grotesque tie, blood covered its entire torso, and he saw that it was also missing an eye, in fact, an entire part of its face-BAM!

Pieces of bone and blood sprayed out the back of its head as a clean hole appeared in its forehead. Chris looked to his left to see Steve standing with his handgun drawn.

"Ungh…" The zombie on the ground was up, infection colored liquid dripped from the jagged hole in its stomach, ropy intestines hanging out almost to the ground. Chris hurriedly threw the strap around his shoulder and pulled out his handgun just as Steve fired another shot and the zombie went down with a final angry moan.

Crash!

A door fell out into the corridor a few meters away, and the head of a zombie appeared as it dragged itself forward with one arm, the other gone, along with a large portion of its left side as if something huge had simply taken a bite out of it. Chris fired, a clean shot to its left temple, but that wasn't it for the surprises. An entire group of zombies stumbled out into the corridor, somehow squeezing through the doorframe at once.

One, two, four-Damn it stop counting and shoot!

One by one they fell to the floor, the nine-millimeter rounds punching clean holes in their putrefied skulls. Before Chris could even lower his handgun, another crash came from further down the hall, and then a cry. A feral cry, a weird screeching noise. It was familiar; he and the other S.T.A.R.S. had encountered them in the Spencer Mansion. They were known as Hunters, that was their nickname. They were reptilian creatures, about four-feet tall with arms that stretched about three-fourths of their body, the other fourth taken up by their impossibly long and deadly claws. They were stubborn, hell bent on killing anything that moved, bloodthirsty no doubt, and it took almost an entire clip of nine-millimeter shells to take one down. They were-down the hallway, two of them, stepping out around the corner, seemingly oblivious to their prey that stood down the hall. They took heavy steps, strolling around the corner casually, and stopped, sniffed the air and growled some weird gurgling noise- and then snapped their necks simultaneously toward them and screeched again before starting toward them in rapid, plodding steps.

The shotgun wouldn't do much to them, and he didn't plan on getting too close to them, so he opened fire with what was left of his clip. There were six shots left, two went wild, the other hit one of the creatures in the chest and the other skimmed the top of its head. But they didn't stop; they were too obstinate, almost oblivious to the pain. Other shots joined in, creating a unison of gun fire, crimson blossoming on the chests of the creatures as nine-millimeter shots pounded into them. Chris jammed a fresh clip into the gun and fired, aiming for the head and-

-Yes!

The creature howled in pain as fluids exploded from the inside of it's eyeball, and it swung wildly, more shots-not from Chris-slammed into it's body until it fell to the ground. The other was still coming, only about three meters away from them. The shots weren't taking it down -two meters- Chris slung the shotgun off of his shoulder and pumped it -one meter- aimed just barely -a few feet-

-BOOM!

The shell exploded, and the buckshot made confetti of the creature's head as flesh, blood, bone, and brain matter sprinkled the walls and floors. The creature fell backwards, headless, with a thump and blood instantly rushed out of its barren neck like a river whose dam had been broken.

He let out a breath he didn't know he held, and it seemed that the others did this also as they all sighed in relief. Chris wiped at his face with his gloves, blood has sprinkled onto his face and he prayed that it hadn't gone into his mouth. His eyes didn't feel irritated so the blood couldn't have gone in there. Chris turned to look at Steve; he was at his side jamming a fresh clip into his handgun. Behind the two who seemed to be put out on the front line, was Claire and Ada; they were checking their clips. Jeff and Tara were in the very back; Jeff had his handgun drawn as if ready to take the place of one of them if they fell.

He's brave…

Suddenly the smell was very bad, like almost vomit inducing bad. It was pretty familiar to when they'd been in the Spencer mansion, the smell was so bad there, and for the first time he remembered vomiting on two separate occasions. He felt like he would do that now, but swallowed hard. He looked down at the headless creature, a lake of blood forming around its body, and then at the other creatures whose eye had been blown out, and then to the decayed zombies-Chris snapped his neck in the other direction quickly, sickened.

"How is everybody? We all good to move on?" He received nods from them and he turned back forward. "Alright then lets go. Careful not to step on anything." He added, smirking slightly. He lead them down the hall, carefully stepping over and around corpses. He miss-stepped, and something cracked under his foot. He felt sick again, thinking he'd just crushed the chest of a zombie-but kept going, imagining that his boots were squelching because they were drenched in blood-

GRAAH!

Everyone looked down the corridor where the Hunter's had come from, the explosive cry made of pure fury and bloodlust had come from that way. The sound still echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but wander what could be down there. They had to go that way, they were trapped, the Elevator was messed up, they couldn't go back, and there were no rooms to run into neither.

Turning away from the elevator, clearly disappointed, Jill started down the corridor a few feet, and then turned back to them to speak while she pulled the handgun from its holster just to be safe. "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."

Being the, or one of the most trained and able person in the group, she figured she'd take the leading position. She saw Billy snicker at what she said, and frowned slightly, wondering what he was laughing about. Jill turned back around and started down the hall, pleased to hear everyone else's footsteps that meant there were no objections.

She had watched her feet, measuring her steps out of boredom as she walked. She'd done this often when she'd taken walks, especially when she was a little kid. She found it somehow entertaining in some weird way…Halfway down the hall she heard something. Jill raised her head, and saw that woman at the other end of the hall, the one who'd been working for Wesker, the chrome-bodied woman.

"Freeze!" Jill pointed the handgun and almost fired; would have if the woman, Glitter, hadn't disappeared so quickly. Jill started down the hall, not really caring if the others were following. She knew that Glitter would most likely be a force to reckon with-just like everything else Umbrella produced-but she was sure that Glitter could go down just like every other thing ever created by Umbrella.

She rounded a corner and pumped her arms and legs harder just as a door slid closed and she saw Glitter disappear on the other side. Jill was through the door in less then seconds, she had to stop so that it slid open, and jetted through the door as soon as there was enough room for her to get through.

They were inside of a large room, what it was used for she wasn't exactly sure. But there was machinery strewn about the room, the heavy noise of machinery loud in the room. Jill didn't see the woman, so she started to the left, the path directly in front of her and to her right blocked by machinery. Jill heard the door open behind her and looked back to see Billy come into the room, leading the others. She stepped out from around a piece of huge machinery, she wasn't sure what it was used for, and into a large open space that was surrounded by the loud metal structures. There, in the middle of the space, was Glitter. Her chrome casing had disappeared and she stood there, her rounded body holding a sort of glistening look.

It is pretty hot in here…Must be hotter with that chrome around her body.

The others were at her side now, they were spread out in a line to form a wall around Glitter's only exit, Jill was directly in the middle of them all.

"I presume that you're here to stop Wesker from achieving his goal?" Glitter asked in a smooth, sexy voice.

Jill kept her eyes trained on Glitter, her finger on the trigger, ready to shoot the bitch if she tried something. No one seemed interested in starting a conversation with her, neither did Jill, but the talk of Wesker's 'goal' brought up a question. "What goal?" Jill asked, keeping her voice stern.

Glitter crossed her arms over her bare chest as she started. "Wesker is planning an Apocalypse, to make it quite simple."

Jill raised an eyebrow. An Apocalypse? What the hell does she mean by that? "Explain." She said plainly, her voice still cruel.

She hesitated for a moment but shrugged. "I'm sure Wesker won't mind, seeing as how your death could be very near…" Glitter grinned at her last few words, but continued nonetheless. "We have several biological weapons, and I'm not talking about the creatures produced here. I mean dirty bombs, missiles loaded with viruses."

Viruses? She can't mean-

"The T-Virus, G-Virus, the Plaga, and a Plaga-T Virus mixture are inside of the missiles. I'm not really sure how many he has, he may only have one missile to a Virus, or he may have a few for each virus. But he plans to launch them in, oh…about two hours." She smirked. "We found a way to prolong the life of each Virus, thanks to Spate, and so we plan to launch the missiles into the air and let them explode somewhere up there-I'm not sure how far-the wind will do the rest. The virus will be spread throughout the atmosphere, and will finally settle to the ground within a few days. It's a master plan, I must say."

"The Plaga T-Virus mixture…what will it do?" Leon asked.

"You've already encountered a product of it. Wesker told me about you're encounter with the Elephant…The Plaga T-Virus mixture will have the effects of both viruses. The T-Virus will make the specimen stronger, larger, while the Plaga will prolong its life by a bit. Just like you saw with the Elephant, it was about to die, but the Plaga regenerated its power-much like what happens to the Los Illuminados from time to time."

"You're all sick bastards!" Barry yelled out. "We'll stop you from doing this, I swear it!"

Glitter laughed. "I doubt that old man. Because I will make sure that will never happen. And even if you manage to get past me, my husband has already taken extra precautions just in case…"

Husband? Is she talking about Wesker?

BAM!

Jill saw Barry's hand snap backwards as he shot at Glitter, and almost in that same instant Glitter stumbled back, a bloody hole just above her perfectly rounded left breast. Unexpectedly, she growled in response, a mixture of some sort of demonic cat-like sound, and a bear.

"No way…" Jill whispered as she watched Glitter, the bullet wound starting to bubble from what she could see from this far away. Within a few seconds there was a clank and the .357 round dropped to the floor as the wound over her breast turned into a scar.

She laughed, a cool female laugh. "I guess you want to play." The last word, play, was different then the other words she spoke. It wasn't glossy, not sexy anymore. She laughed again, a wicked laugh, a bit cracked-and her body was covered in the metallic-colored metal and something was ripping through the air-whistling as it made its way toward them.

Barry dropped, Jill surprised he could react so fast, If it was me I'd be dead, and there was a sound of metal hitting metal behind them. Immediately hot steam roared out of the hole, and she scurried away to escape the searing steam. When she was safe she raised her handgun up and shot without even targeting. The shot smacked Glitter square in the face, between the eyes, but she didn't fall, the extremely lucky shot didn't effect her. The round fell to the floor and Glitter raised her hand.

Jill moved, knowing what was coming next. She heard something whiz past her, and she fired at Glitter in response. She knew the rounds weren't helping but she had to try. Three shots went wild and more steam hissed somewhere behind Glitter. Two rounds hit her, easily deflected like the first.

If only we could find a way for her to lose that armor!

The sound of the .357 cracked, and hit Glitter in her back; she stumbled forward slightly but was definitely not hurt. She spun around; a split second after the round hit her, and shot another shard of metal out of the palm of her hand. Jill watched Barry barely evade, and another shot came from somewhere else and Glitter turned toward the firer and counterattacked quickly.

Someone screamed, Jill fired, moved, and searched for the screamer. She quickly found Billy on one knee, something lodged in his left shoulder. Jill was on her knees before she even stopped, skidding next to Billy and immediately questioning how he felt.

Billy nodded. "I'm okay…" She knew he was lying, trying to be tough. No way anyone would be okay with something like that in their shoulder. It was a piece of metal, about four inches of it sticking out of his shoulder, not an inch wide.

"I'm going to take it out." She said and moved closer to him. "Cover me!" She yelled out, fearing that Glitter would strike her or Billy while trying to help him. Billy didn't respond to what she said, but she saw him tighten his jaw, preparing for some major pain.

Jill put a gloved hand on either flat side of the metal, and pressed them together as if trying to smash it between her hands-she couldn't grab the edges because they were sharp-and she pulled. It budged a little bit, and the shots that rang out behind her seemed to not be there. She was determined, focused fully on her task before her. Finally it slid out, probably two and a half inches of it was lodged inside of his shoulder. Jill threw it to the side, and helped him up.

"Are you okay?" Again he didn't answer, but brought the magnum up with his good arm and shot at Glitter. One, two, three rounds. Each hit its mark and made her stumble forward a few steps. Someone else shot, and she turned her attention to the second shooter and all the chrome around her body was concentrated on her right arm to form a huge javelin tipped with three spikes, the largest was at least two feet long, the other two about a foot, maybe less and were formed around the larger one, branching off of its base at where her wrist should have been. In a burst of incredible speed she started off toward the shooter with her spiked arm reared back.

They started down the hall a few moments after the roar had shaken the corridor. Jeff hoped it came from somewhere else, not in this hallway, because he didn't have any real intentions of finding out just what the hell it was. The heaviness of the handgun was somewhat comforting. He knew how to shoot the gun, everyone else but Tara probably didn't know this, and he would shoot if it meant he'd save a life. He used to target practice with his dad a lot, his dad had a huge selection of guns, a sort of gun-fanatic. He had a few machine pistols too; Jeff favored them above all else.

They rounded another corner, and he was able to breath again when he didn't see anything waiting for them. They passed a few bathrooms on their way to the next corner. They rounded that one, and there was nothing. A few more doors were present, two metal doors, one of which was a double door. Or used to be anyways, it was bent out of shape, like something had pried it open. Whatever had done it must have been big because it left a large hole for it to climb through.

Jeff shivered slightly, imagining what could have done it. Tara looked worried, she too held a handgun, but the whole 'makes me feel safe' thing wasn't working too well for her. He could tell by her facial expressions. He moved closer to her and intertwined his fingers with hers, hoping it'd make her feel safer. She smiled weakly-but then a look of horror replaced her smile as they rounded the next corner.

Jeff followed her gaze, and his jaw nearly dropped open in surprise. The thing was huge. It had pale gray skin, and the stature of an eight-foot body builder. In some places its skin had been stitched up, some stitches were ripped, exposing red tissue under the gaping marks. It's entire left arm was nothing but a battering ram, a large muscular form with spikes extending from every direction of where it's fist should have been. Its other arm was somewhat normal, just with a less amount of spikes on it. Protruding from its left breast was a fleshy red lump that was pulsating. The creature's cataract white eyes seemed to be staring directly at him, and in slow motion it bent backwards, spread its arms out, and howled.

The next instant, shots were being fired. M-16 fire drowned out by nine-millimeter cracks, blood blossomed like red flowers all over the things body. Jeff stepped forward and joined in on the shooting. He had practice, but he wasn't very accurate. Two shots went wild and blew out a row of florescent light. Shadows veiled the creature and made it look even more menacing, like a nightmarish creature rising out of the shadows.

It wasn't completely hidden in darkness; the florescent lights left provided enough light to see the thing moving steadily toward them. It was moving slow, and the hallway had to be at least forty feet long, and he was thanking God for that. Especially since the creature had started out all the way at the end of the corridor. With the rate that the thing was moving, it would take at least a minute for it to reach them-

Holt shit!

And it was running, speeding, toward them, arm reared back, closing the gap between them very quickly. Claire, up in front, threw something red down the hall.

Yes!

The incendiary grenade bounced a bit like a rock skipping across water and exploded into a huge fireball just a few feet in front of the creature-but it rushed through the fire. Its skin was burnt from the immense heat, a few places of it on fire, but it didn't seem to notice. The gap was short now, less then fifteen feet probably-

And another grenade was tossed, this time a blue one, and Jeff was blinded by the light that was produced by it-but apparently a few people weren't because he heard shots ring out, M-16 primarily, not handguns. The continuous shots filled his ears, echoed through the hallway, and he hoped that the thing was falling.

Jeff dropped his arm, he'd been shielding his eyes, thinking there'd be another flash bang grenade set off, there wasn't. With his vision back, he saw that the thing was still standing, speckled with tiny red marks, and had a few larger bullet holes produced from the nine-millimeter on its body also. It wasn't walking though, just staring as Steve and Ada stood there horrified that it was still up. Apparently, they weren't shooting anymore because they were out, or they were letting the barrels cool.

GRAHH!

The thing started walking again, raising its club-arm into the air, as if signaling a victory- and another chorus of shots started. Jeff joined in; happy to see that one of his shots, at least he thought it was his, had hit the creature just below it's exposed heart. Suddenly it was shrieking in pain as shots hit that obvious target, it was closer now so they had a better chance of hitting it. But despite the fact that they were Swiss-cheesing its heart, it still didn't go down as if that was a false heart, a distraction-and the heart exploded. Blood spilled out of its chest and the creature fell to the ground, fell to one knee.

"Is it dead?" Tara asked, worried.

"I…I think so." Steve answered.

As if on cue, to completely prove Steve wrong, it rose to its feet. Infection-colored liquid spurted out of its chest and something the size of what its heart had been appeared. Except it was squirming. It growled and reared its arm back. Jeff was in shock, no he was scared, scared shitless. Their attempts were no good, they were going to die, it would pummel whoever was in its way, and smash them to death with its arm-Jeff didn't even know someone through a grenade. He didn't know until it exploded at the feet of the creature. The explosion rocked the corridor, Jeff almost losing his balance. There was a noise, a screeching sound, and when the smoke cleared, the creature was still standing except it was really fucked up.

Its skin had been melted away, torn away, chunks of it gone, blew away. Its face was no longer a face, it was just a bloody mess, and a section directly above its right eyeball had been blown away, exposing its gray brain. That tan-colored thing that had replaced its heart was gone, as was the rest of its left breast. Skin was torn away, charred, like the rest of its body. Its club-arm was still intact, but the other wasn't so fortunate and had been blown away. Chunks of bloody tissue and muscle was scattered around the thing, and was almost certainly dead.

But those thoughts were washed away as it growled, but then they were replaced when it's head exploded in a bloody mess. A mixture of infectious-looking liquid and blood spewing out of its head chunks of brain matter splattering against the wall, bone clattering to the ground. A feeling of victory overwhelmed him, and just as quickly, like before, it was washed away when something exploded out of its neck. The thing was insect-like, about a meter long, with spider-like appendages spreading out around its form. Jeff thought he heard Ada say 'plague' or something close to it anyways; he was too focused on the creature. The very tip of the thing had a mouth, two beady black eyes visible. The mouth was tipped with sharp teeth-and goddamn was it ugly!

The thing that had once been a huge mutated body builder started toward them with its new head intact. A heavy foot steppe on something, a piece of the old head, and it was completely obliterated under the weight of the creature. The sickening crack seemed to echo, making Jeff want to double over and puke. He probably would have, but the fact that he hadn't eaten in forever made that a hard task.

Shots rung out, coming from Chris' handgun, a round hit the new head of the creature, and it screeched and disappeared into the body but only to pop back up not two seconds later. More shots started, but it was hard for anyone to hit it because it continued to retreat. Jeff didn't even attempt it, seeing as how he wasn't very accurate. The thing was about ten feet away when it dashed forward again, like it had done before, and swung its club-arm at the nearest person.

Unfortunately for Steve it was he who was hit, but not with the club luckily. The creature's muscular forearm smashed into the side of Steve's head and sent him literally spinning to the ground from the impact. The group started moving back as Chris dragged Steve to his feet. They were retreating, trying to gain some room. If it were to dash at them again, someone might not be as lucky as Steve, and they didn't have much room to maneuver so the odds of getting hit were high. The odds of being killed were probably higher.

As they retreated, Jeff and Tara at the very back, Claire and Ada shot at the creature, aiming for the body rather then the head since they couldn't get sure shots off. They were on either side of Chris as he helped Steve back. The group was now back around the corner, Chris dragged Steve the furthest back, and set him down. Jeff took a quick look toward Steve; the side of his face was red, already bruising pretty badly.

"Jeff, keep going!" Ada ordered. She and Claire were standing in front of Steve and Chris while Chris checked Steve. Jeff nodded and took Tara's hand and led her past Chris and Steve.

"Jeff!" Jeff turned around quickly, adrenaline pumping through his body, making everything seem to be going very quickly. "Go into one of those rooms and we'll meet you there." Chris said quickly and turned back to Steve as soon as he was done talking. Jeff nodded, still looking at Chris and Steve, feeling bad for him, and wondered if he'd be okay.

"J-Jeff!" Jeff turned around, and saw Tara staring down the hall at a pack of dogs that came straight out of hell.

Wesker sat in his hidden room behind the bookshelf, watching the one monitor intently, the one that showed what was going on inside of the facility. He was pleasantly pleased at how everything had turned out; the twelve pests had been separated, thus cutting their strength down somewhat. One group was on the second level, the other in the sleeping quarters. The group on the second level would never make it to the third floor; there were too many things they'd have to go through, mainly the Tyrant's. But if somehow they did make it through the Tyrants, the zombies, the infected canines, the Licker's, and the 121 series-better known as Hunters- they'd still have one more obstacle to get through. And it was a sure dead-end for them.

Rebecca was in awe as Glitters entire right arm transformed into a group of sharp objects whose only uses were to kill. She barely had time to escape this state of shock before Glitter started toward her, moving quickly. Moving too quickly. She had her arm reared back, ready to kill, smelling blood in the water. It was like she sensed Rebecca's fear, knew she was almost scared stiff.

And it was too late. There was no pain, just blood, as the collection of knives impaled her and pinned her up against the wall. Rebecca looked down, the javelin deep in her abdomen. She could feel blood trickling down her stomach, feel blood rising up in her throat-

And Rebecca snapped out of it, shaking away the grisly and frightening thought, just in time to jump out of the way. She fell hard on her shoulder, the pain instant, but she pushed it aside. Shoulder-rolling Rebecca was up in a squatting position and with her handgun drawn in less then a second-and saw that Glitter was being tortured by the hot steam stored inside of the large machine Rebecca had just been standing by.

The Javelin had driven itself through the machine easily, carving out a messy hole. And from that hole, in the space between Glitter's mutated arm and the steel, hot steam emerged to engulf her in a painful cocoon. Rebecca just stared, dumbfounded, Glitter's screams of agony made Rebecca feel bad-but she knew Glitter was pure evil. She knew that she deserved every second of this torture.

Rebecca straightened and started back a few steps, watching warily. Wondering if Glitter would die, or if she'd emerge unscathed…Umbrella creatures had a tendency to take possibility number two. Rebecca was at least ten meters away now and had her handgun trained on the cloud of steam, just in case Glitter rose from the cloud ready to kill again. And she did just that, except, she didn't exactly seem 'ready to kill'.

Glitter stumbled out of the steam with her skin red-hot from the heat and in some places burned, but nowhere as badly damaged as her right arm which had been impaled on the side of the machine. Burned until blotches of black appeared on it, skin peeled off, and skin twisted under the heat to the point of where it looked inhuman.

Rebecca almost felt sorry for her…but that was only until Glitter turned fierce gray eyes toward her. Her eyes held such rage, a primal rage, that it made her look more monstrous then she was. Glitter yelled out, some indecipherable thing that was lost in a growl. Pebbly armor, as if burned until it bubbled, rose up her right leg to cover her groin, to cradle a right breast, and her right arm that once again turned into a long, deadly, weapon.

Glitter lifted her right arm, as if preparing to charge at Rebecca again-but dropped it, obviously too weak. She fell to a knee, the limb morphing back into its smoldered human arm. Glitter looked up at Rebecca, Rebecca still able to see the ferocity in her eyes as she glared at her. She screamed in rage and rose to her feet-and amazingly, she had her slender, burned fingers wrapped around Rebecca's neck the next moment.

Rebecca collided with the wall behind her; she was forced against it by Glitter. Her air supply was starting to dribble away; sure her throat would be crushed under the force Glitter was applying. Rebecca took in deep breaths, but only a third of it reached her lungs. The odor of burnt flesh attacked her nose, and she didn't want to attempt breathing anymore-but she had to. She would die.

Glitter said something but Rebecca couldn't decipher it. Or…was that someone else yelling? She was sure Glitter's lips were moving-no they were pursed together firmly. Her eyes-damn it Rebecca couldn't not look, they were just so…persuasive. Rebecca was almost sure it'd be the last thing she'd see, the thought occurred to her even as she felt her lungs tightening together, her vision blurring. There were two Glitter's in front of her now, two sets of animalistic eyes that were staring holes in her. Glitter did say something now, and she was grinning. Rebecca was sure she could see fanged teeth through her malicious grin, could see a forked tongue slither out from between her thin lips-and then Glitter was looking shocked.

Rebecca hadn't even notice her slightly jump, didn't hear the crack of handgun fire that repeated itself. It was only just barely audible after the fifth time. Glitter's grasp finally loosened, her eyes were wide, and Rebecca's sense came back to her. Glitter opened her mouth to speak, and Rebecca saw no fanged teeth, no forked tongue- saw that she was completely human…like herself.

The words never escaped Glitter's lips, probably never escaped her throat. Crimson won the race. Blood dribbled out of her mouth at first, and then came in consistent rivulets that flowed down her chin and onto her charred torso. Glitter's hand slipped down Rebecca's collarbone, and for a moment grasped the collar of her shirt-but only for a second. In that second, Rebecca felt real compassion, felt sorrow for Glitter. Felt sorry that she was dragged into this nightmare, she was probably just a normal person…like everyone else in this room.

Glitter crumpled to her knees, and stayed in that position for a moment, as if praying. Her arms hung limply at her sides, her mouth open to allow liquids to escape her throat, her eyes were glassy-but not blank. They were distant, but still held life. She stared at Rebecca as she sat there on her knees, and moved her lips just slightly. Rebecca couldn't fully understand the words drowned out by liquid that flowed out of her lips steadily, but could read her lips perfectly. She was asking Rebecca to forgive her.

She finally fell backwards; she fell softly, as if laying down into a bed not wanting to wake her partner. Her eyes closed by themselves, she seemed to have died somewhat peacefully.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Two shots hit the mutant canines, the other went high, and the two bullets were lucky and connected with the rotten skulls of the canines. The two dogs fell almost simultaneously, but the other three continued forward, ignoring their fallen companions.

Jeff aimed carefully, he wasn't the best shooter-he'd admit that openly-he fired again. It went wild. Again, again, and again, finally another fell. The other two were lucky; they'd evaded death by just a few inches. He shot through the lower jaw of one, blew off an already screwed up ear of another. But they kept coming, ignoring the pain, just yelping like they'd simply been hit on the head with a rolled newspaper.

Tara was behind him, the two dogs less then five meters in front of him, and behind Tara Steve; injured, Chris; trying to help Steve, and Ada and Claire who were watching for the large creature that had forced them back down the hall. Jeff felt tremendous pressure, felt like it was all up to him. Like he felt a day before any of this happened.

If he'd missed that three-point shot that day, they'd never have gone to the championships-never to D.C. Xavier would have never died, he and Tara would have never been dragged into this. What would happen if he took out these two infected dogs? What could come bad from it? What if their yelps beckoned more to come, or something stronger to come? Something bigger, scarier-

"Jeff!" Their yells were simultaneous, Tara and Chris'. And he pulled the trigger as a reaction, two times, quicker then he thought had had. Just as quick, they fell-and then there were more shots behind him. The clatter of M-16, and then the boom of a 12-gauge was what followed. Jeff spun around and saw Claire and Ada shooting at the corner, the bend blocking his view of the beast they were shooting at. Finally the beast busted out from around the corner, swinging its massive arm at the nearest victim-Ada-who dodged it just barely. They stepped back so that the distance between them was a few meters, its slow movements giving them a lot of time to act- and there was a flesh. A blinding light exploded down the hall and there was an inhuman shriek as something died.

His sight returned a few moments later, and he saw that the beast was dead, lying on the ground-headless. He felt better now, felt relieved, and he released a breath he forgot he held-but it wasn't over. Another screech down the hall alerted him and he and everyone else spun around-and there was things on the walls. Each was humanoid, the same basic shape, but all familiarities ended quite abruptly there. Every one of them had large hands tipped with great talons, their skin replaced with muscle tissue; completely bare of any flesh, and their eyes were dark bloody holes, a pink mound of flesh atop their heads couldn't be nothing other then their-

And Jeff remembered the creature that had attacked Tara, Xavier, and himself back in D.C, inside the hotel- only there were three of them now. One was skittering across the ceiling, and two more on the ground. Jeff raised his handgun and aimed knowing none of them could possibly be the same one that had infected him, but he felt opted to get some sort of revenge-to take down one of their own.

"Run!" And although he wanted that vengeance so bad-he wasn't dumb. Jeff spun around and ran following the others, keeping his eyes locked on the form of Tara-he didn't want to look back. Jeff leapt over the carcass of the large creature they'd only just now killed, but didn't think of it. He was too worried that those things behind them would catch up. The tat, tat, tat of their claws on the ceiling was close; they couldn't be more then a few meters away. If one would leap, he may get hit-

-A door down the hall burst open as they rounded the corner, a group of zombies stumbled out. They all had something very grotesque, very unnatural about them, but they all fell before he could focus on what it was. Each crack of handgun was rewarded with a gasping moan as the zombies fell one by one. They passed the door in a flash, but he took a quick look inside. There were more of them inside, tens of them, all hungry.

Another corner was rounded, the next corridor identical to the last one except for a few stumbling zombies up ahead. Someone up front dispatched of them quickly, and they were running past their corpses the next moment. They ran past another door, Ada yelled something that he couldn't quite make out-the adrenaline was just too much right now-

CRASH!

Up ahead, another door opened-exploded-out into the hall. Something large, something hairy stepped out. The beast's hair was wet with some unknown fluid that gave it a greasy, sleek look. It was a gorilla only covered in bloody hair that was matted down to its over-muscular body. Unknown liquids oozed out of its large, powerful jaws, and it made a deep growl before raising both overly large arms.

Chris fired rounds at it, distracted it just enough for them to get back-and Chris was busting through a door, everyone filed in quickly. He was last through the door, and he spun around to close the door and saw that the ape was not five meters away, the man-like creatures closer then that. One of the creatures on the ceiling opened its mouth and screeched, and was suddenly coming toward him lightning fast. It's long tongue trailed behind it, hanging out of the corner of its mouth, deadly fangs exposed, clawed arms stretched out-and Jeff slammed the door closed.

There was a loud thump on the other side of the door, but he didn't stick around long enough to see what would happen next. He pumped down the hallway, following the others, down a few steps and another door appeared at the end of the corridor. They were all through the next moment-and the there was a mechanical noise behind them, followed by a click and a metal sheet fell down out of the inset doorway they'd come through-blocking their only visible exit that was close.

Jeff took in the features of the room; it was very, extremely, large. He was more intrigued by the size of the room rather then the fact that they'd just been locked inside. He wasn't sure exactly how big, but the size of a football stadium, maybe two, pretty much summed it up-he couldn't even see the other end of the room. The walls, and floors, and even the impossibly high ceiling-or so it appeared- were all made of metal. The unknown sources of light drenched the room in white, the light reflecting brightly off of the large metal squares that made up the structure of the room.

"What the hell is this?" Jeff turned to look at Chris who was looking around the room in awe. Steve moaned, and Chris directed his attention toward him. Claire was standing next to Steve, along with Chris, one arm around his torso. Chris whispered something to Steve, and he nodded.

"He alright?" Jeff asked, concerned for the health of Steve. That bruise was looking pretty bad, black and purple covering the entire right side of his face-he even received a nice little black eye.

Steve answered for Chris, and Jeff was surprised at the bit of humor he attempted to put into what he said. "I'll be fine…just a really bad war wound," He answered grinning.

Jeff nodded and then turned to Tara. "How about you?" She nodded solemnly. She was probably still a little scared-his heart had never returned to its normal rhythm yet.

"…We're in the testing grounds…" Ada mumbled gravely. "This is where…the tests take place."

No further explanation was needed. Jeff knew what that meant; they were going to be used as feed for some inhuman thing. He just hoped it wouldn't happen too soon…their deaths were inevitable now, no doubt about it. Their luck had ran out on them…

Hiss…

A white haze started forming above, and before long the entire room was covered in the smoke. Jeff coughed, and chocked on whatever it was-didn't have time to wonder what was happening or why-because he was too busy fighting to stay awake. He felt sleepy, and fell to a knee. He saw Claire collapse, and she drug Steve down with her, they both fell hard, Steve atop her. Then Chris, then Ada. He looked at Tara and saw her slipping out of consciousness-and he hit the floor before she did.

Anger rushed through him is the Tyrant-Plaga creature fell, dead. That traitor, Ada Wong, had been its ultimate undoing. She used the flashbang grenade trick to kill it, and it worked quite effectively. The anger subsided though; as he saw the group rushing down the hall again-moments later a trio of Licker's were skittering down the hall after them. Wesker switched the camera view and saw them at a different angle, this time running toward the camera. A door burst open about halfway down the hall and a group of carriers stumbled out into the hall.

Wesker felt no love for those creatures; they were the only T-Virus spawn that he was repulsed by. He didn't have high hopes that one would actually attack one of the pests, and he was right, as every last one of them were gunned down by 'boy scout Redfield'. Wesker grimaced at the screen-he wasn't one hundred percent why he hated the Ex-S.T.A.R.S., he just did.

As they continued down the hall, Wesker changed the camera again, and sat on the edge of his seat as the Licker's closed in on their prey-but then it seemed as if the group had a burst of speed and was suddenly losing the Licker's, or maybe the Licker's were getting tired. Wesker pounded his fist on the instrument panel and cursed them. How much goddamn luck could these goddamn people goddamn have?

Oh!

One of the newer specimens, the PE-2, exploded through a door, displaying its incredible power in that movement. The creature lumbered out into the hallway and turned toward the intruders. Get 'em, boy! Three shots were fired and the creature howled, and stumbled back, a bloody hole appearing on its bulky chest, another tearing an eyeball out, and a third plunged itself somewhere in its muscular neck.

Shit, shit, SHIT

Wesker was standing now, face only inches away from the monitor. He ground his teeth together as he watched them race down the corridor, the Licker's gaining on them, the Ape just behind the trio of Licker's. He hoped, he prayed, that something good would happen, that the trespassers would be beaten to a pulp by the PE-2, and their remains butchered by the Licker's-

And they were through running through a doorway. One of the Licker's leapt, realizing that its prey was escaping-it wanted to satisfy Wesker-

SLAUGHTER THEM!

And the creature was stopped dead in its tracks; it's neck snapping with an unpleasant crack as it collided with the metal door. The Licker slid down to the floor, deader then hell, useful as a match in a rainstorm. Wesker smacked the metal instrument panel again-and this time the metal shifted under his strength. He spat at the monitor, cursing them all to hell, and looked down to where his fist had dented the metal. His gloved hand lie there inside the dent, the shape of his fist fitting perfectly into the depression like a mold.

But that wasn't satisfying; no way in hell was that satisfying-he wanted blood. He wanted a goddamn massacre.

-But wait! Wesker thought excitedly, he had almost forgotten-they ran right into the testing grounds, right into a trap, right into the newest-and most interesting- part of the facility. A grin spread out over his features as he stood there, and looked down at the instrument panel. The many colorful switches seemed to be beckoning him. Wesker changed the camera view, allowing him to see inside the testing grounds, luckily the camera's had good zoom and he could see the group of pests who dare try to stop him. He pressed another button and their entrance was blocked by several inches of steel.

Wesker observed them for a moment, happy to see that Burnside was hurt. Burnside, and Wong were traitors, and he'd make them pay the ultimate price. Especially the young boy, did he even realize what Wesker did for him? If it weren't for him-Steve would be dead, blown up into a thousand pieces along with the rest of the Antarctic laboratory. And then there was Ada Wong, also. She was the sly, sexy, and deadly spy Umbrella had hired to collect the G-Virus sample during the Raccoon Incident. When she failed, he'd taken her in; he'd rebuilt her-with the help of the T-Virus of course. She was just like him, just like Burnside, and possibly like Redfield's sister-or maybe even that black-haired kid. Which brought about another question, how did the Redfield girl live after that attack from Kainite? From what Kainite had said, she should have been dead- destroyed. But she was living, and she seemed to pay no mind to the fact that she'd been resurrected. As for the other one, how did he manage to ward off the T-Virus for so long? Maybe he should keep those two alive and conduct a few tests when all of this was said and done…

Wesker shook his thoughts away and focused on the task before him. He smacked another button, and the result only took about one minute. Sleeping gas was released from ducts in the high ceiling, and the entire group was unconscious within seconds, although some were very stubborn. But they fell asleep like the others eventually…

Wesker grinned, and remembered his wife was also battling with the pests. They were probably all dead by now, she should be coming any minute to confirm this-and Wesker's heart dropped as he switched the camera's and saw Glitter lying naked on the ground. Her flawless body lay there, burnt and worn, her right arm was mutilated beyond recognition, and her beautiful face was blistered. Some of her hair had been burned away, along with small blotches of skin-

How…

Wesker clutched his hands into fists-his eyes threatening to produce tears. And Wesker knew he had to be with her, had to see if she was alive, and he moved like nothing else could move. Out of his private office, down the hall, around corners, past Los Illuminados wielding machine guns, down steps, through doors, and she was in his arms only seconds later.

She was cold…

Wesker wiped the blood off of her chin and lips, off of her chest, and her abdomen, her legs. He had to make her perfect again-not a drop of blood could be present. When he was done, he tossed his gloves he'd used to cleanse her naked body, and then attempted to revive her. He talked to her, stroked her hair, and when he realized that it was a lost cause he sobbed. Albert Wesker cried.

After there was nothing left to cry, Wesker lifted her up into a sitting position, and he felt the bloody holes in her back. Rage couldn't set it, the grief hadn't left just yet, nor had the disbelief. Wesker sat her on his lap, and hugged her up against him. Her head rested limply on his shoulder, her arms hung limp and cold at her sides. Wesker stroked her back softly and whispered to her-wishing she could hear him.

More tears came, and this time he was crying on her shoulder. He still held her close, not an inch between their bodies. Finally he felt at ease, and he cradled her in his arms for a moment, stroking her arms. She used to like that, her arms and her legs stroked, she said it was soothing, she told him that it made her feel safe and secure. Moments passed like seconds, and he laid her down at last. Wesker straightened her arms and legs, and folded her hands over her abdomen. A final kiss to her frosty lips that had once given warmth, and he was walking through the exit.

Wesker closed the door behind him-and yelled in fury. Complete, and utter rage. It was inhuman, the rage, it was animalistic-but he didn't care. He no longer wanted a simple massacre…he wanted a genocide-he wanted an Apocalypse.

"But first…" He mumbled, "I'm going to slaughter each and every one of them." Red eyes shone through his glasses, shining bright red to coincide with his intense rage. "YOU HEAR ME? I'M GOING TO DESTORY YOU!" And there were responses throughout the facility, his brothers roared in delight, cheering for their sibling. They'd proven to me worthy adversaries, yes. But they'd stretched it out far to long, they'd been the cause of his largest failure in his career, they'd interfered far too many times. This game has been played far too long. It was time to end it. Right now.

"Game over." Wesker started off down the hall, vengeance and murder filling his thoughts.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. Next chapter, what happened to Chris, Claire, Steve, Ada, Jeff and Tara? What's in store for the others? Will Wesker get his revenge? Find out in the next chapter.

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