HELLO PEOPLES!!  Sorry that this took two whole months, but I've been reading fanfics and working on my costume and having a great Halloween by chasing people with a chain as the infamous LISA TREVOR!  *Evil grin*  Anyways!  This is the chapter right before THE ULTIMATE WRITER'S BLOCK SO BEWARE!  Enjoy and CAROLYN!  PPPLLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSEEEEE REVIEW IF YOU'RE READING THIS!  *puppy eyes*  OH!  Cloud Strife!  Here's a message for you:

Thank you for reviewing my story!  I really appreciate it!  Especially the way you actually gave advice!  I.e. Kind of non-flame that gave advice nicely!  HINT HINT PEANUTBUTTERSUNSHINE!!  I really would like to improve my story in any way I can.  And I can see your point with the stuff that needs improvement.  So how about this!  When you review this chapter, also give me your e-mail address so then maybe I could send you parts of the next chapter and stuff and you can help and advise me more on it as it progresses.  How's that?  If you don't want to, that's okay, but it's only a suggestion.  Oh!  My friend, Brody asked me to tell you to read Ch. 13 of his fic called "Really Random Story".  I read it!  It's very very funny! 

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or Enya.  And for those of you who don't know, an aerial is a cartwheel with no hands and hemolymph is the circulating fluid (blood) of invertebrates.  Oh!  And as a random note, you guys remember what I called the herbs in the first chapter right?  Mbiriri and Ngendo?  Yeah.  Well, those are the names of these two boys in Kenya that my family is sponsoring!  God bless you both, oh children of cool names!  ON WITH THE FIC!  (I love saying that! ^_^) 

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Chapter 3

The Deadliest of Weapons

            "I don't know!" the girl yelled out again in fear.

            "You don't know who you are?" Rebecca asked, "Do you remember anything at all?"

            "I don't remember anything that happened before an hour ago." The girl answered.  Rebecca suddenly remembered seeing some herbs on the balcony when they heard the girl scream.  She walked back around the corner, stepping over the bodies.  The balcony branched off in the middle, away from the building.  The cement bridge was suspended over a huge lake and stopped at a tall, round, brick tower.  Next to the tall pile of stone was a pair of red and green herbs.  Rebecca picked them up and put them in her pack before she walked back.  Meanwhile, Billy was still talking to the girl.  

            "What's your earliest memory?" Billy asked. 

            "I woke up somewhere in a-"

            "What happened to your fingers?" Rebecca asked with a concerned tone as she returned.  The girl seemed somewhat relieved that Rebecca interrupted her. 

            "What?" Billy asked confused.

            "Look at her hands!" Rebecca exclaimed as she bend down to the girl to examine her.  Billy looked closer and saw that her long fingernails were filed down to points.  They were strangely bone-colored and weren't slightly detached at the top like normal fingernails.  The tips of her nails were slightly hooked, but it was very hard to notice.  He noticed that her toenails were the same way.  What was more important was the fact that her fingertips were stained with blood. 

            "How did this happen?" Billy asked. 

            "It's nothing.  I'm not hurt," she answered quickly wiping the blood onto her pants, "The blood must have splattered when I killed those monsters."

            "You sure?  You've been wandering around for an hour, unarmed, with these things chasing you, and you never got bitten or anything?" Rebecca looked at the mystery-girl's hands only to see thin, black, vertical marks on her fingertips.  Jane Doe quickly pulled away.   

            "I'm perfectly fine." She insisted. 

            "You must be pretty tough then." Billy commented. 

"We'd better keep moving," Rebecca stated while pulling her Berretta out, "Do you know how to use this?"

            "Enough to take out a few of those freaks." The girl stated while taking the gun from Rebecca's hand and aiming it. 

            "Okay.  Let's go."  Billy said as he stood up and led his two comrades to the trapdoor. 

            Billy climbed down the ladder followed by the survivor and Rebecca.  The room they were in was dark and it looked like another art room.  Sculptures and paintings were clumsily piled against the walls.  Two zombies lurched forward from the door on the other side of the room.  Billy opened fire on them first, then the girl fired her first shot into one of the zombies' chest.  She fired another shot from Rebecca's pistol and started getting the feel for it.  The undead duo fell to the ground in death.  "Nice shooting." Rebecca complimented the girl.  The unknown suddenly stood still and stiff and got the look that Billy and Rebecca got when they first heard her footsteps.  Before anyone could react, the girl suddenly grabbed Billy's knife and hardly looked at all when she threw it in Rebecca's direction.  The knife flew over Rebecca's shoulder and embedded itself directly in between the eyes of another member of the undead who just barely came around the corner. 

"Thanks, but I think that I'm better with a blade myself."  She tossed Rebecca her pistol before she strode over the once-again lifeless body to retrieve Billy's knife.  She bent down and grabbed the knife that was handle deep and impaling the body's skull.  She pressed her bare foot on the bloody face and pulled the dagger out with one hand. 

            "Where did you learn how to do that?" Rebecca asked, totally surprised. 

            "Yeah.  That was a pretty sweet move," Billy commented, "How did you know he was there?"

            "I don't know," she answered, "I sensed his presence.  I just knew."

            "Hey, Billy." Rebecca called. 

            "What?" Billy replied. 

            "I think I found something."

            "What is it?" Rebecca handed Billy a black figurine of a muscular male without a head or arms.  The figurine was only a torso just like the angel statue that they found earlier including one outstretched bat wing. 

            "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Rebecca asked. 

            "Yeah.  This must be the 'evil' statue.  Now we just need to find the other wing."  Billy handed it back to Rebecca and she put it in her fanny-pack. 

            "There's something else here," the girl chimed in, "A shotgun with a strap and a gas canister."  She tossed Billy the shotgun. 

            "Cool," Billy thanked as he strapped the shotgun to his back, "You can keep my knife.  You're obviously better with it than I am!" Billy smiled at her.

            "Thanks." The girl finally let out a smile that seemed to have the ability to shed light on any room, heart, or situation.

            "No problem," Billy answered, "You still have those shotgun shells, Rebecca?"

            "Yeah," Rebecca answered while digging through her pockets, "Here." She handed Billy the five unused shells and he stuffed them in his pocket along with his pistol.  Billy pulled the shotgun out of its holster and pumped it once before he spoke. 

            "Let's keep moving."

            "Roger." Rebecca answered as she followed him around the corner and out the door. 

            The trio found themselves in a small hallway.  There was a door on the left side at the end of the hallway and a small stairway to the right.  They walked down the stairs and they were met by intense heat and the hissing sound of gas escaping.  A large boiler was running and a searing hot wall of steam was escaping one of the pipes and blocked the path.  Billy looked passed the endless maze of pipes and saw another small stairway and a few herbs.  "Maybe we can climb over the pipes." Billy thought.  He slowly reached out to touch one of the pipes.  His fingertips were a few inches away when he felt the heat coming off of them.  They couldn't go passed the boiler unless they wanted to get turned into a top sirloin trio. 

            "Too hot to climb over?" Rebecca asked.

            "There's an understatement." Billy answered. 

            "We'll have to go through the door then." Jane Doe informed.  Billy nodded and followed the girls back up the stairs and through the door that they passed. 

            They walked into a dining room with eight zombies roaming around.  There were two cooks, one butcher, two waitresses, and three security guards.  The butcher staggered towards them with a bloody butcher knife clasped in his right hand.  Rebecca dropped the grenade launcher from her right hand to hold her Berretta with both hands for better aim.  The gunmen opened fire.  Rebecca emptied the rest of the clip on one of the waitresses.  Billy unloaded all six shotgun rounds, killing a cook and a security guard and severely weakening the other waitress.  As Billy and Rebecca reloaded, Jane Doe went in. 

She started by running up jumping to the second cook's face level.  She did a 360 spin and brought the sharp blade to its neck.  She slit its throat deeply with much aggression, decapitating it.  She got a strange thrill and satisfaction as she felt the blood spray onto her face and watched his headless body collapse.  Rebecca didn't have any more ammo for her pistol so she put it away and picked up her grenade launcher.  Billy and Rebecca aimed their loaded weapons at the approaching butcher along with the weakened waitress by his side.  They were about to open fire when the butcher lunged for Jane Doe.  Rebecca lowered her weapon and pushed the barrel of Billy's shotgun to the floor before she told him, "It's too risky.  You could hit her." 

Meanwhile, Jane Doe dodged the butcher's lunge for her and grabbed his right wrist with her left hand.  She swung his hand with the butcher knife still in it.  The blade sank deep into the waitress's chest, killing her before she hit the ground.  The blade wielder quickly stabbed the butcher in his left temple before she claimed his knife in her left hand and kept Billy's in her right.  As the butcher fell, he exposed the last two guards to the girl.  She did an aerial over the butcher, kicking the first guard with one foot after another.  She dropped her weapons and let her fists fly.  She jabbed the guard in the face with her left fist and crossed with her right.  She did a left hook before she finished her combo with a right upper-cut.  The guard fell back with her head nearly torn off as her opponent got ready for a strike on the last guard.  She jumped up and kicked him twice in the face as she did a back flip.  His head snapped back as he fell backward to the floor.  Jane Doe didn't hear his neck snap so she stood alert with her weapons ready.  He stood to his feet and moaned mockingly at her.  She threw the blades into his torso, but he kept coming.  His enemy growled in frustration.  The girl did a front flip landing with his head in between her knees.  "DIE ALREADY!" she screamed as she pulled herself down to the floor and put her hands above her head.  She landed and did a back handspring, throwing the zombie behind her and into a wall.  He landed up side down with his back against the plaster.  He nearly broke through it on impact and snapped his neck when he hit the floor headfirst. 

"Well," Billy broke the silence, "I think you just answered the question of how you were able to survive here unarmed!"  The girl chuckled as she turned the body of her last opponent over. 

"Is it just me," Rebecca asked, "Or are all of those guys really big?  Because most of them seem at least a foot taller than me!"

"It isn't you," the girl answered while pulling the knives out of the body, "All of them are Billy's size if not bigger."

"That's really weird and creepy," Billy commented, "I wonder why."  The girl wiped the blood off her face and the knives with her shirt.  She slipped the two knives through the belt loops on her jeans.  She turned a corner into the kitchen whose open door had the fire emblem on it. 

"Anything in there?" Rebecca asked. 

"Do any of you guys have a lighter?" she asked.

"I do." Billy answered. 

"Do you need a refill on fluid?" Billy checked his lighter.

"Yeah," he answered, "I'm running a little low." The girl came out of the kitchen with a can of lighter fluid in her hand.  She tossed it to Billy who caught it and poured some into his lighter. 

"Is there anything else in there?" Rebecca asked as she remembered the gas canister in the room before, "Any bottles and old rags?"  The girl went back in the kitchen. 

"Three.  Why?" she answered. 

"Be right back!" Rebecca called as she ran back to the dark art room.  She returned moments later with the gas canister. 

"Molotov Cocktails?" Billy asked. 

"Yup," Rebecca replied, "Can I have those bottles and rags?"  The girl came out and tossed them to her.  Billy helped Rebecca stuff rags into the bottles and filling them with gasoline. 

"I'll carry those for you." The unknown offered. 

"Okay.  Thanks," Billy answered while giving her the cocktails and his lighter, "You can light these up to use them as grenades when you need to."

"Speaking of grenades," Rebecca stated as she picked something up from the corner of the room, "I have eleven of them now."  Rebecca put the six grenade rounds into her pack. 

"Good," the girl commented, "Let's go." 

"Wait a second," Rebecca requested, "Billy, do you have any handgun ammo on you?  I'm out." 

"This is the last one," Billy said as handed the clip to Rebecca.  She reloaded her pistol before they walked out of the double doors. 

They ended up back in the main hall.  Billy and Rebecca trotted up the stairs to the scales.  Rebecca pulled the black figurine out and placed it on the scale opposite the angel.  Billy pulled the angel wings out and put them on the white figurine.  The two were about to leave when they heard an alto voice singing in an elegant language.  Neither of them knew what the language meant, but Rebecca recognized it.  They looked over the railing to see their new comrade sitting on the stairs, singing.  The cocktails sat next to her, forgotten.  She had her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin rested on her knees.  She rocked herself side to side slightly as she sang  "Ebudae" by Enya.  The song had a 1-2 beat to it and sounded like it would be complete if it had the rhythm of a drum behind it.  The short, but joyful chant repeated itself once before it changed.  Jane's voice changed to a high alto as the song's melody transformed to a soothing wind in Rivendell.  Then the chant changed back to the way it was when she started, but the words sounded just slightly different.  Rebecca found herself quietly doing an echo as the song repeated itself and came to a close. 

"You have a beautiful voice." Rebecca complimented. 

"You aren't so bad yourself." She replied. 

"That was from Enya," Rebecca informed, "I thought that you didn't remember anything."

"I don't," she answered as she picked up the cocktails and walked up the stairs, "I remember a lot of songs, but I don't know what they are called and where they were from."  The trio walked to the door that led to the third floor. 

"I've never really heard of Enya, but it sound nice," Billy commented, "When did you start remembering the songs?"

"About a half an hour ago," she answered as Rebecca pulled open the door and walked inside, "Singing calms me down.  It relieves my stress."

"That's cool," Billy said as they walked up the stairs, "With a voice like yours, it would be easy to calm anyone."  They reached the top of the stairs and Rebecca walked to the empty pool. 

"You two stay here," Rebecca ordered, "Billy, crank the second handle to raise the cage so I can get the key out from under it."

"Sure thing." Billy answered as he trotted to the crank and put his shotgun in its holster.  Rebecca set her grenade launcher down next to the ladder before she climbed down into the pool. 

"Crank it, Billy!" Rebecca called.  Billy cranked the handle with all his might as the cage rose. 

"Hurry up!  I can't hold it much longer!" Billy informed.  Rebecca bent down to pick up the key when her new companion froze again.  She looked toward the large vent next to the cage. 

"Oh God," she murmured as her eyes went wide with fear, "It's coming."

"You can drop the cage now, Billy!" Rebecca informed. 

"Thank you!" Billy replied with relief as he let go of the crank, dropping the cage with a slam. 

"Rebecca!  Get out of there NOW!" the girl ordered. 

"What's wrong?" Rebecca asked as she put the key in her pocket. 

"It's coming!" she repeated as she set the cocktails down. 

"What's coming?" Rebecca asked.  She suddenly heard a hiss coming from behind her.  It got louder and louder as she started to hear a clicking sound along with it.  She slowly turned her head around to see a fifty-foot long centipede come smashing through the vent at her feet.  She screamed as she ran to the ladder and started climbing.  As she reached for the girl's hand, she felt a strong force pull her legs.  She fell to the ground and pulled her pistol out.  She turned over onto her back and was about to fire when the centipede grabbed her torso.  "AAAAAAA!!  HELP ME!"  It pulled her to its mouth and rose up out of the pool. 

"REBECCA!" Billy screamed as the monster opened its mouth.  Rebecca raised her gun and fired frantically into its massive head.  It shrieked in pain as it thrashed about, throwing its meal around like a rag doll.  Rebecca's empty pistol flew out of her hands and landed next to the crank.  

"Billy!" the unknown called as she tossed him the grenade launcher.  Billy caught it, aimed and opened fire on the thing's exposed underside.  It screeched even louder, but refused to let Rebecca go as Billy blew five holes in it.  The unknown lit the three Molotov Cocktails on fire and chucked them at the centipede.  The bottles exploded into a wall of flame.  The monster screeched even louder as the flames etched their presence into its open wounds.  It thrashed around as it tried to back up and move around the fire.  In its mad struggle, the pinchers on its back end tore one of the cage's chains out of the wall.  Billy dropped the empty grenade launcher and pulled out his shotgun.  The girl threw Billy's dagger into the creature's flesh just below Rebecca's feet.  It didn't seem to affect it at all.  Billy's shotgun on the other hand was doing some damage.  Jane Doe spotted the chain and grinned at her idea.  She quickly ran to the emptied pool and jumped down inside.  She picked up the long chain and started swinging it above her head.  She prayed that her plan would work when she let go.  When she released the long piece of metal, it wrapped around the centipede's neck.  She immediately pulled on it, getting the monster's attention.  It felt the tension and retaliated by pulling away in the opposite direction.  Yes!  Just what the girl wanted it to do!  It yanked her out of the pool, causing her to swing towards it.  Billy ceased fire when he saw his new ally moving in the way.  He gawked at her, not believing what she was doing.  The girl climbed up the chain faster than both Rebecca and Billy could think possible.  When she reached Rebecca's level, two of the arms holding Rebecca reached over and grabbed her.  She took out the butcher knife out and started hacking away at the four arms that were holding them.  The giant invertebrate cried out in pain and started thrashing around again.  She kept a tight hold on the chain as the severed arms dropped to the floor.  The hemolymph stained the girls' clothes.  The unknown paid no attention to it as she went to work on the arms that imprisoned Rebecca.  Billy dropped his shotgun as Rebecca slipped loose.  She fell twenty feet into his arms.  The other girl landed on her feet next to them after she slammed the butcher knife into the creature's chest.   

"Rebecca," Billy stated as he set her on her feet, "Are you alright?"

"I'm okay." Rebecca looked over and saw the grenade launcher several yards away.  She remembered that she had six grenades rounds in her pack.  She ran over to it, not knowing that the centipede had its eyes on her.  It opened its mouth and lunged for her. 

"Rebecca!  Look out!" Billy warned as he picked up the shotgun and pulled the trigger.  He heard a loud click of an empty chamber.  The girl beside him started seeing things in slow motion.

"Oh no," Jane Doe thought to herself, "Billy can't pull out another gun in time, much less reload his shotgun!  That centipede's so big and moving fast!  There's no way that Rebecca can get out on her own!  But we both wouldn't make it if I went in to save her!  What to do?  What to do!?  I can't just leave her in there to die!  She doesn't deserve it!  Should I use my-NO!  THEY CAN'T FIND OUT!  THEY'D KILL ME FOR SURE IF THEY KNEW!"

"That's the reason why you kept running isn't it?" a voice in her head prodded. 

"Yes!  Exactly why!"

"But when they found you, did it seem like they would want to hurt you?"

"Of course, no!  Not at the time!  But that's because they don't know!  They should be afraid of me!  Even I am afraid of me!  What makes you think they wouldn't be scared too?"

"Because you have no desire to hurt them!" the voice shot back. 

"BUT I WILL SOMEDAY!  YOU KNOW THAT!  AND THEY WILL KNOW TOO IF THEY FIND OUT THAT-"

"But you can control that instinct for now can't you?"

"Yes, but I don't know for how much longer!  For all I know, I could just turn and kill them right now without being able to stop myself!"

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU DO THEM A FAVOR AND KILL YOURSELF!?"

"Be-because I want to help them while I still can."

"And the only way you can do that is to show them."

"But they'll-"

"Kill you?  Yes, it's a possibility.  But you're going to die soon anyways, so why should it matter?"

"IT DOESN'T!" the girl shouted out loud.  Billy just stared as she darted for the centipede faster than any man has ever gone before.  She let out a primal scream as she jumped thirty feet into the air.  She sailed towards the centipede with her arms outstretched and her claws drawn.  Yes, claws!  The black slits on the tips of her fingers had opened up and her foot-long claws shot out.  Her strange fingernails turned out to be the ends of her claws.  As gravity pulled her down towards the centipede's face, she shot her hands in front of her at the last minute.  The monster screamed and was knocked back as the claws sunk into its eyes.  Rebecca ran out of the way towards Billy with the grenade launcher.  They both reloaded their weapons and watched in shock at what their comrade was doing.  She then swung up onto the top of its head and repeatedly stabbed her claws into it.  The monster thrashed around trying to shake the little girl off.  When it turned around, it smashed one of the knights whose sword was blocking the door.  The sword clattered on the floor as the girl was thrown across the room.  Once she was away from the centipede, Billy and Rebecca opened fire. Rebecca unloaded three grenades into the wounds from the knifes that was still lodged into its flesh.  Billy simultaneously shot a few times into its blinded face. 

Meanwhile, the girl landed next to the sword on her hands and feet.  She saw the sword and the claws quickly retracted back into her fingers and the black slits closed up.  She picked up the double-edged sword whose blade was three and a half feet long and handle was as long as her claws.  She held the blade in her right hand and jumped into the air again.  Rebecca and Billy ceased fire when they saw her coming.  The young fighter did a 360 spin towards the invertebrate's face with the sword held behind her.  When she was close enough, she pulled the sword around with her arm still stretched out.  She put all of her weight into the slash to achieve maximum damage.  The blade swung inward horizontally and cut up the centipede's mandibles.  Hemolymph poured out of its flesh and eyes, pooling on the floor and spraying the walls as it thrashed again and again.  The girl's rage and insanity got stronger as more of the blood drenched her.  She did another 360 when she was landing with the wet sword held across her left arm.  She landed on her left knee and hand next to the centipede.  She watched with pleasure as the creature fell to the floor, screaming with its last amount of strength.  It suddenly made a final lunge at her, trying to capture her in its torn jaws.  It desired to avenge its broken body before it died.  Its worthy enemy evaded and ran up the side of the towering wall next to it.  She did a back flip off the stone falling down towards her enemy.  As she was flipping, she brought the sword up in both her hands with the blade pointed down.  She landed her flip on one knee while her hands thrust the sword down through the top of its head.  The sharp piece of steel cut down into its brain, spraying its fluid from the fatal injury.  It made one last screech before it went limp in death, letting the blood create a huge pool around its wounds. 

The young girl treasured this moment: the death, the destruction, and the killing.  She loved it!  And the blood!  Oh, the blood!  The young girl had a lust for it like a vampire!  She screamed like an animal as she pulled the sword from its fleshy sheath, causing Rebecca to drop her grenade launcher in surprise.  Billy and Rebecca just looked on in horror as she violently licked the hemolymph and cerebral fluid from the drenched blade.  But even all of the blood on the blade wasn't enough for her.  She needed more!  She tossed the blade into a wall where it smashed to pieces.  She unsheathed her claws once more and started scratching away at the centipede's head.  After her claws were soaked, she let out a low growl and brought them to her lips.  She proceeded to ingest the liquid along with pieces of flesh that hung from the tips of her finger blades.  When she finished, she let out a cry of pain as blood poured from her mouth.  Not the centipede's blood, but her blood!  She put her hands over her mouth, muffling her screams.  She tasted dozens of hard objects on her tongue.  She took her hands away and spit them out.  All of her blood-stained teeth fell onto the floor.  She opened her mouth and let out another scream as fangs took the place of her human teeth.  Her new teeth were the same size as her old ones with the exception of her canines.  They, on the other hand, were an inch long.  She fell off of the centipede and onto the floor.  The blood dripped from her mouth as she lay silent. 

Billy and Rebecca stood perfectly still with only the ability to stare at her.  What was going on?  Is the girl okay?  Will she turn on them now?  But most importantly, why was she in this condition?  Where did she get the claws and the fangs?  How could she do all of the outrageous things that she did in a matter of minutes?  They both let out a small gasp as their crazed comrade groaned a little and slowly stood to her feet.  She spat the remaining blood from her mouth and advanced on her allies.  Billy backed up and raised his shotgun at the girl in fear.  He was about to pull the trigger when the girl raised a clawed hand. 

"Stop!" her voice echoed, "It's okay.  I don't want to hurt you."

"Stay away from us!" Billy ordered, pulling Rebecca behind him protectively. 

"Trust me." 

"NO!" Rebecca shot back, "NOT AFTER WHAT WE JUST SAW!  WHY SHOULD WE TRUST YOU?!"

"Because I want to help you.  I did what I did because I was only trying to protect you."

"Oh yeah?!  Does drinking blood fall into the protecting category?!" Billy snapped. 

"I may have a blood lust," she sighed, "But I'm the only one who can control it."

"What the hell are you?" Rebecca asked, still a little fearful. 

"I'm sorry that I never told you before, but I was afraid that you'd kill me if you found out," she answered as her claws slowly sank back into her fingertips, "That's why I kept running from you."

"WHAT ARE YOU?" Rebecca demanded.  The girl reached into her right hip pocket and pulled out a crumbled up piece of paper. 

"I tore this out of an employee's diary earlier.  I was afraid that if you found it, you would kill me.  After you came, I started hunting around this place looking for things like this."  She tossed Rebecca the paper and the frightened officer opened it up.  Billy put his shotgun back in its holster and read silently over Rebecca's shoulder as she read it out loud.  Part of the paper was unreadable because it had a small bloodstain on it.

" 'June 20, 1998

            I have recently been assigned to a new project called "Fangora."  We got a new unique test subject a few days ago.  Earlier, we had her down in the dungeon with her   r  t . After an amazing demonstration, the guys watching her down in the dungeon decided that she would make a fabulous B.O.W.!  The girl has been in the test tube here ever since.  She's a major hottie!  I got a picture of her before they stuck her in the tube.  It's a shame that I didn't have enough time to have a bit of fun with her.' "

"Sick pervert!" Billy commented.  He and Rebecca looked at the picture.  Billy looked away after the first glance.  Rebecca crumpled it up and tossed it aside after she identified the girl in the picture was the ferocious fighter in front of them.  The photographer/employee and his picture sickened Billy and Rebecca.  It was a photo of the their comrade naked and unconscious in an unzipped body bag. 

" 'The T-Virus has done an interesting thing to her,' " Rebecca continued, " 'I heard that she already possesses retractable claws on her fingers and from the x-rays, I guess nobody was lying.  Not only has there been abnormal growth in her hands, but also in the tailbone, gums, scalp, feet, shins, vocal cords, skin, and shoulder blades.  I heard that she demonstrated not only her claws, but an amazing amount of strength, speed, agility, aggression, and heightened senses.  Her hands absolutely fascinate me!  She has very strange fingernails, which are actually the tips of the claws.  They are exactly like the claws of the Hunters except hers are thinner of course.  She also has these thin black slits on the tips of her fingers that travel from the nails down across the fingertips.  We discovered that these slits are openings in the skin.  Well, they are now after the first time she used them.  We discovered that there are small muscles on either side of each slit that pull the skin back.  Thus, making an opening so the rest of the claw can come out via muscles that extend from behind the wrist to the fingertip.  And when the claws go back in, the muscles close the skin.  I presume that she will be the deadliest of our weapons.  Fangora will soon be our Angel of Death.' " 

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*GASP* She's a B.O.W.!  The plot thickens!  BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!  And I am so sorry because now is the time for the ultimate writer's block!  I'm debating on whether I should skip ahead in the game or not because I don't think that anything really interesting or important will happen for a while and I don't want to bore anyone, so give me your opinion on WHAT THE FREAK I SHOULD DO!  This is hopefully going to be the only time that I will ask for assistance from all of my reviewers!  HELP ME!!!  By the way, do you guys think that the whole singing thing is cheesy?  Cause if you don't say anything, she'll keep singing every now and again.  Not much, I don't think.  Maybe like two or three more times.  Oh!  If you people's want to know what her song sounded like, "Ebudae" is on a CD by Enya called, "Shepard Moons."  You should listen to it sometime because it's really cool!  Oh!  Good news!  While I was having writer's block on this, I ended up writing the nine-page epilogue of this story!  ^_^  So in the end, you will get two chapters in a row!  Aren't you happy?!  AND THANK YOU MY DEAR FRIEND JESSICA (Padawan) FOR HELPING ME ON ALL OF THE CHOREOGRAPHY!!  YOU ARE AN ANGEL!!!  I SHALL FOREVER BE GRATEFUL!  Jessica is not someone who goes on this site, but is one of my best buddies who likes to help with this sort of stuff!  With that said, I shall leave you alone so you can review!  This is my Christmas present to all of you, so I hope that you liked it!  MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HANUKKAH, AND WHATEVER ELSE TO EVERYONE!