Disclaimer: I don't own the super cool series Resident Evil, no matter how much I want to. They all belong to the geniuses of good ol' Capcom! I'm just a RE fan that plays way too much RE and daydreams a lot! So I just write fics for the hell of it!
Authoress' Notes: Alexandra "Alex" is mine. Leon is in his fucking sexy RE4 style. Nickleback's Saving Me is Alex's theme. Leon's Theme is now Hero by Chad. Wesker's Themes are I'm an Asshole by Dennis Leary (normal theme) and Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day (other theme. It only comes up whenever he hangs around Alex, realizes something special about her, and deciding whether or not to kill her). Still trying to keep it as close as I can to Survival Horror but can't help sticking in fanstasy stuff. I'm a RPG fanstasy fan freak, so sue me. Rejoice everyone! The BOWs are coming out to play!
Final Note: SORRY FOR THE DELAY! WAHHH! I HATE YOU WRITER'S BLOCK! FORGIVE ME MY LOYAL READERS! (cough) Anway, happy day! One of my loyal readers actually got Alex's true identity right! YAY! Can anyone else figure it out? Resident Evil Gaiden...The information I gathered from that and my thoughts to it will be added to the fic. Info from RE: UC will not apply...if I did apply it, I'll have to tear down the fic and start over from scratch...and I don't want to do that.
Authoress' Thanks: To everyone who love my fic! And to those who helped me write it by giving me some traps to use. Sabertooth and Wolf, thank you for your swinging axe idea! I'll use it again for while. Blitz12, thank you for the hidden mine hall!
(The chapter is mostly focused on Wesker then Leon's team busts in to help! YAY! Then it focuses on Wesker and Alex, while bringing in Leon and Zee later on. Now for the record, I know Leon "knows who" Wesker is from Chris' constant bitching, so he knows how Wesker is and what he's done. But I bet Leon doesn't even know what Wesker looks like. So if he does then oh well, I didn't know. So this just the assumation that he doesn't know, okay? Thanks!)
Enjoy!
(wraps a beaded necklace around Wesker's neck. He looks annoyed.)
Wesker: You better enjoy it or I'll bust your head open! Or I'll Chinyo Changi your ass to death!
Wesker?
Wesker: What?
Sit.
(necklace glows and yanks him to the floor.)
Wesker: ACK! MY NECK!!
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The Resurrection of the Nightmare
Chapter Seven: Meeting up with Wesker
Down, down he fell...
Falling, falling he went, all because of Sally's trap. Wesker waved his arms about in an useless attempt to slow himself as he fell through the open darkness of whatever tunnel he was in. He scowled as he continued his downward journey. He should had fucking known that this was going to happen. Hell, his BOW senses should have picked up on her movements! He glanced down and saw a light below him. Well, at least this falling thing will end soon. he thought bitterly. From the length of time at which he was falling, he wouldn't be surprised if he landed in China. As the end of the tunnel grew in size, Wesker started to do aerial backflips in order to ease the speed of his fall. (A/N: Think of Cloud's flip in Advent Children when he's fighting that dragon thing.)
Light erupted around him as he exited the tunnel and landed on the floor on his feet, bending his knees to soften impact but some pain still coursed up his legs. He frowned as he gazed up the black hole from which he fell from. That...was quite a fall. A several story drop and he only got a slight pain. To a normal human being, that drop would have broken one if not both legs upon landing. Or your back, if you landed wrong. Or just plain killed you. The black clad man glared through his shades at the hole and tried to judge just exactly how far he fell. Even if he did figure it out, he had no idea where the hell he was.
"This is very irritating." Wesker griped as he looked around the room he was dropped in. He was completely lost and from the looks of it...locked inside this damn room. For all he knew, Sally could be watching him from a camera and more than happy to trigger whatever trap she had stored here.
Suddenly, a speaker crackled to life somerwhere above him.
"Well, well! Wesker, you're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Sally's voice purred from the speaker. Wesker narrowed his eyes at the tone of her voice.
"And what exactly do you mean by that, Dr. Vincent?" he returned, earning a mirthful, cold laugh from her.
"You just fell several floors and not broken a single bone in your body... Is there something you're hiding from me?"
Shit. Wesker's eye twitched in annoyance, mentally scolding himself for forgetting about keeping his BOW secret a secret. "No. Well, except a little trick that I've learned to slow my fall, if that's what you're asking." he lied, "And I 'm going to insist that you hand over the samples, Sally."
The scientist's voice was silent for a while then growled softly from the speaker above and the growl grew louder by each passing second. The human BOW sighed, knowing that he just pissed her off again, something he was hoping to avoid. Great. Now he'll have her on his ass and she'll chase him all over the place to kill him.
"How dare you! You barge into my facility and demand such a request from me?!" she raged from her room, practically foaming at the mouth.
"What do you want from me?"
"Since you've asked, I want your pain and suffering as well as your corpse for the damage you've done!"
"Damage? What damage?"
"Either you or Umbrella tipped GenX off to my facility, so that they would attack it, isn't it?! And you're using that as a cover to come and steal my research! The damages to the facility are already to the ten thousands and climbing!"
Wesker shrugged uncaringly. "Not my problem. It was Umbrella's orders that I was to come here and jack your research. I just follow them."
A icy-cold, feminine laugh rang out from the speaker and echoed throughout the room Wesker was trapped in. He frowned at the change of her tone. What exactly is she laughing at? Did this woman lose it completely after she found out about Umbrella was offing their own researchers? Or had she already lost it when she first joined the company's ranks?
"You would just love for me to believe that, wouldn't you?" she crowed with another chilling laugh, "Umbrella may have sent you to "save the research" and you acted concerned for the facility... but you're actually here to steal my data for yourself, aren't you?In fact, you don't even work for Umbrella at all, do you?"
Wesker stiffened at the statement. So much for the quote "Expect Nothing", this actually caught the human BOW off guard. How in the fuck did she know about that?! How did she learn of it when Umbrella didn't know about it?! Birkin couldn't have told her since he didn't know about it either! So how?! The former STARS captain showed no emotion on his face as the thoughts ran through his mind. She's only trying to rile me up to actually find out, she's just guessing at this...
"Oh ho... So I am right, aren't I?"
"I have no idea what you're babbling about, Sally."
"Wesker, please... don't play the fool with me. I've seen how you act around the facilities. I know how you think... one of the many perks of working with you..."
"You mean "watching me". It's quite disturbing to know that one of your co-workers stalks you everywhere you go, you know." Wesker growled, "I grow tired of your accusations, Sally. As I have told you, I know nothing of what you are implying."
Sally sighed from her speaker, her rage forgotten. "Stubborn fool, you still intend to play as the innocent one?"
"I have nothing to hide."
"Really? Then why did you go rigid when I said that? And even though you were trying to hide your shock, you weren't aware that you tightened your jaw... So, please spare us your lies and allow yourself to show your emotions."
Wesker gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in anger. Owned. Pure and simple. She had him in his own game and he there wasn't anything he could do...for the moment. He could very well tell that she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat in her lab, smiling in victory at the monitors in front of her. For your sake, you better pray that I don't find my way back up there and kick your slutty ass!
"You see? Now how hard was that? How does it feel to be beaten in your game of intelligence and control? To know that someone surpassed you in your own specialities?"
"I feel like bashing your head in. And if you could be so kind to come down here so I can do that..." Wesker hissed, the gloss disappearing from his voice. Yeah, I'd love to snap your neck right now.
She laughed again. "Oh ho... I love to do that but...what?" She paused in her talking. There was someone else talking to her in stammering whispers. That someone yelped out in surprise as Sally slammed her fist on something, screaming in outrage. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!"
Wesker, curious about what was going on, focused his hearing on the coversation. Maybe he can use this to his advantage? Sadly, whatever Sally hit damaged the speaker so there were bursts of static coming through the speaker.
"...sorry...can't find...wasn't there..." the new voice stammered.
"I don't...YOUR excuse is...! ...was...capsule...in room! ...brilliant BOW?!"
"Maybe GenX..."
BLAM!
"GOD...DAMNIT! I'm surrounded by...idiots! WES...I'LL...PAY...DIE UNDER...YERS!"
Suddenly, there were high pitched shrieks of excitment made by familiar BOWs as Sally laughed insanely. The speaker went off as Wesker backed away from center of the room as he just realized that he was in some kind of arena room. This must one of the places where Sally tests her BOWs and he knew that she just released a few to test him.
"I don't like this..." Wesker muttered as a few BOWs leaped into the arena from caged doors set into the walls high above him. He recognized all four kinds. The 119 series: Beta Hunters, the 120 series: Gamma Hunters, the 121 series: Hunters, and the 122 series: Sweepers. Three of each kind, twelve hunters in all. Jesus Christ, she has all them?! They seemed eager to start the fight, scissoring their claws, shifting their weight on their clawed feet and staring at him with hungry eyes.
(A/N: I'm just guessing what series the other three are, so don't flame me for this. It's all guess work.)
And from the looks of it...they haven't eaten in a week. All the more reason to back away from the room's center as they began to pace, a few breaking off to circle around behind him. They were dangerous before but hunger can make them a lot more hazardous since they're desperate for food. And they don't care what they eat as long as they're fed something. Even if it's each other.
Wesker paused in his movements as soon as a few of the hunters had circled behind him. Crap. He was completely surrounded. All the hunters scissored their claws in excitement, thrilled to have a soon-to-be meal in their bellies. Wesker snorted at them. They can try but I'm not going to stand here and do nothing. Let's see just how well these BOWs will fare against me. He pulled out the Raptor Magnum, the very same one he had since the Mansion incident and fired it at one of the hunters.
The bullet smacked a Beta Hunter in the head, killing it upon impact. Two of them broke the circle and made their way to the dead hunter eagerly. They ripped into the body, sending blood and chunks of flesh everywhere and feasted greedily as the others shrieked in excitement. A Gamma Hunter leaped out at the former captain impatiently, driven by the sheer force of hunger as it opened its large maw to swallow him whole. Wesker turned and fired, knocking it out of the air. Another Gamma leaped at him next while the Betas paced back and forth, looking for an opening; as the Hunters and Sweepers kept back, waiting patiently for their turn.
The STARS captain twisted around, grabbed the frog-like hunter's arm, spun, and threw it aside. As it flew overhead, he fired the magnum into its exposed underside. It was dead before it even touched the floor. The Gamma he shot earlier leaped back up to its feet and jumped back, afraid to get near its prey. The one Betas saw its chance to take action and leaped for it. And Wesker thrust punched that one while it was in mid flight. He aimed the punch to its chest and it flew backwards, its ribcage shattered into pieces. Three down, nine more to go. Wesker grinned, he couldn't remember a time where he had so much fun! Well, other than that time he was kicking Chris and his bitchy sister around at the Ashford's base and facility. He cracked his knuckles at the remaining BOWs, the Hunters and Sweepers didn't bat an eye, clearly seeing that now's not the time to strike.
Heh. This will be over pretty damn quickly. Too bad though, I was starting to have fun.
Suddenly, two more BOW creatures dropped in from the caged doors. These looked like they were from the hunter series program but... they looked a hell of a lot more formidable. These hunters looked as though someone grabbed a couple of alligators and forced them to stand on their hind legs. They were a sickening shade of greenish brown and roughly six-feet tall. Long muscular arms and legs tipped off with curved, razor sharp claws. Their bodies were covered in armor like scales, two rows of spiked scales that ran down their backs, ending at the tips of their thick tails. Their long, flat heads turning in Wesker's direction and looking at him with reddish eyes. Their seemingly eternal grins growing wider upon seeing the former STARS member.
Wesker tensed at the new arrivals, wary of what they can do. "What the fuck are they?"
The twin scaly beasts stepped up to their brethen, their bright eyes never leaving Wesker's frame. One gazed around and noticed the three dead hunters and snapped its attention back at the STARS member, looking rather pissed. The other let out a short, curt, deep throaty roar, which caused the remaining hunters to snap into attention. Wesker watched in amazement. What the hell? What the hell kind of hunter is this thing?
The first of the twins reared its head back and roared. Both the remaining Beta and Gammas leaped at Wesker at once, who jumped back in surprise. These things can order the other hunters?! He was in complete shock as he dodged and evaded their killer swipes. He was good but even he can't fight multiple enemies at once. He performed a back spin kick against one Beta hunter and shot a Gamma that tried to get him from behind. The Beta flew back and the Gamma fell as it bled to death from a bullet wound to the throat. The first Gamma that attacked him jumped into the fray and tried to swallow him whole once more. Wesker turned, jammed his gun arm into the Gamma's mouth and pulled the trigger. The back of the creature's head exploded in a gory mess of blood and bone from the sudden cough of gunfire. The STARS captain yanked his arm out from the dead BOW's mouth and kicked it aside...and felt the first sharp blast of pain flaring from his right side.
Wesker stumbled toward the left in pain and looked over his shoulder in fury in order to see which one dared to strike him. His eyes widen in horror as one of the hunters lifted its blood drenched claws. Sweeper...poison claws...one of the Sweepers managed a hit... He breathed heavily, trying to keep his BOW senses on alert. He maybe a human BOW and he can fight a lot longer than others but even he had his limits. He can barely get sick with any disease thanks to his enhanced immune system but that doesn't make him immune to poison. This fight was already wearing him out and the effectiveness of the poison had already kicked in.
Movement to his left!
The STARS captain turned quickly and regretted doing it as his vision doubled. The Beta charged forward, claws ready to sink into him, he fired off a shot and it went wide, missing his target completely. Wesker growled as he tried to focus, the image of a charging BOW blurred and swayed, making his stomach churn in protest. The Beta drew nearer and Wesker fired, luckly hitting it right between its ugly eyes. He took out six on his own but really didn't have the strength to fight off the rest. The Hunters, Sweepers and the brand new intelligent hunters closed in, ever grinning. But he be damned if he gave up now, Wesker growled and raised the Raptor Magnum. He needed...no, wanted...those samples and that high-riding bitch wasn't going to stop him from getting them!
His vision doubled once more and he moaned in distress, staggering backwards until his back touched the wall. Sick and lightheaded, Wesker slid to the floor and sat there, unable to move without the feel of nausea hitting his gut hard. The poison was making short work on his body, he was already feeling a few of his muscles twitch in spasms from it. It was only a matter of time before he completely passed out from the toxins and if that happens... he was a dead man. The semi-circle of BOWs grew tighter as they approached him slowly, as if wanting to savor the moment.
Wesker growled weakly, absolutely hating this. This...bodes...m-most unw-well...Can't die...ha..ve...t-to...g-get sam..ples... His head dropped to his chest and breathed heavily, the venom making it rather difficult for him to breathe. The hunters shrieked in victory and charged...
Cha-cha...Boom!
A Sweeper crashed into the group of BOWs from a sudden shotgun blast and Wesker was faintly aware of a group of voices sounding throughout the arena room. The BOWs leaped back and away from their prey, angry at the intrusion to their domain. An angry chatter of a M-16 forced the group back further and the hunters hissed in fury and pain.
"Hey! They were attacking someone!"
"Alex, go check up on him! Zee, you and me keep these freaks busy!"
"Aye, whatever ya say!"
Cha-cha...Boom!
Tattattattattattattattattatta!
Wesker lifted his head a little at the sound of someone rushing to his side. A small hand touched his shoulder and gently shook him, snapping him back from the fog that clouded his mind. He blinked rapidly, lifted his gaze and looked into the face of a young girl. A teenager probably. Wesker thought hazedly as the teen girl watched him. She had long blonde hair, cream skin, fine and even features... Wesker paused when he came to her eyes. They were large, full of concern and worry and quite beautiful but that wasn't why he was staring at them.
Her eyes...
They were blue.
An icy blue...
His unique blue.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked softly. Wesker didn't answer, too captivated by her mystique eye color, but his body answered for him. His hand twitched suddenly and his arm jerked akwardly. She noticed it right away, she turned back to her friends and releasing Wesker from her unknown hold. "Leon! Keep those things busy for a while longer, this guy's been poisoned!"
"Alright! Do you have any blue herbs?"
"Yeah! Sweeper at nine 'o' clock!"
"Got it!"
Cha-cha...Boom!
The girl returned her gaze to him as she pulled out a couple of vials of crushed herbs. One filled with crushed red and green herbs and the other was filled with crushed blue herbs. Wesker couldn't suppress a groan of pain as his muscles twitched madly and his vision doubled again. The girl seemed to know what was happening and pulled the cork on the blue herb vial with her teeth, making sure to not spill any.
"Okay, this will taste really bitter but it'll cure the poison running through you. Come on, take it." Alex said as she tapped the rim of the vial against Wesker's lower lip. He frowned slightly, refusing to open his mouth. The teenager frowned and tapped again. "Don't make me shove it in your mouth."
Wesker scowled. He hated having to follow someone else's orders but he wasn't going to be able to get up, much less get to the lab if he's poisoned. I thought I never live to see the day that I'll be so helpless. A big blow to pride. He opened his mouth slightly and the teen poured a bit down his throat. She pulled the vial back before Wesker sputtered in disgust and gagged.
"I know...but it's the only way to neturalize the toxin." Alex muttered before smiling at Wesker, who smacked his mouth in distaste of the powder.
He eyed her smile warily. "Why are you smiling at me like that?"
"Because you made a funny face. You look like a type of person who prefers work over play."
"I do."
"All work and no play makes you a very dull person."
"Then don't rescue me."
Alex pouted, looking to all the world as a sulking five-year-old. "No one's that dull. Now come on, you have the rest of the powder to ingest."
Wesker frowned, "Must I?"
"If you want the poison out of your system then...yeah, you gotta take it!" The teenager smiled, watching Wesker's scowl worsened as she jiggled the vial in front of him. She didn't know why but she felt as if she knew him...well, more like he had a familar connection to her. But she can figure it out later, right now she needed to help the guy and then help her brother.
She poured a little more until she felt sure that he could take the rest on his own. As he downed the last of the powder, much to his disgust, Alex check him over for injuries, feeling around carefully for any wounds. Wesker flinched and caught her wrist when her fingers began to probe toward his right side. Startled, she looked at him in surprise.
"Don't do that. You'll make it worse." he muttered as he grimanced at the taste of the blue herb. Alex frowned, her eyes going as cool as his own.
"Well, sorry but I need to find your injury so I can heal it." she griped, "By the way, what's your name? I'm Alex."
"Wes-..." Wesker paused in his answer, thinking quickly. What if these three are the inturders that Sally was babbling about? If they were then he can use them to his advantage. Let them deal with Sally while he snuck around for his prizes. I could use them to get back to the labs but it wouldn't do any good if they knew my actual name. I need to come up with an alias.
"Okay, Wes, then hold still while I heal your side."
Wesker blinked from behind his shades before smiling inwardly to himself. Well, that was taken care of easily. Now how am I going to get them to the labs so I take the samples and leave? Hell, should I even bother considering this? Wesker thought as the teen began to feel around for his injury once again and again he grabbed her wrist.
"I said, don't do that. It'll heal on its own, at least it will if you leave it alone long enough." he growled as he handed back the vial.
Alex snatched the vial back and scowled. Her frown matched his own perfectly, which disturbed him to a level. He felt as though as he was scowling at himself... or at least a mirror. Her icy blue eyes, though large and innocent, were as sharp and intense as his own had once been. Now he knew why people shifted uneasily under his glare whenever he had his shades off. The glare was just plain creepy.
"Ungrateful bastard." she growled, gripping the red and green herb vial tightly. "Tell me, Wes, can you heal your own injury without spilling this powder all over the floor?" she challenged with a slight smug smile spread on her face.
Wesker narrowed his eyes from behind his shades as he snatched the vial from her. She was challenging him and he was the type that never backed down... except when it came to Alexia and Sally. Two powerful and sexy women but they were fucking crazy when it came to pissing them off. Though at this point, he couldn't careless. He wanted to strangle the head female scientist for being a pain in the ass to deal with no matter how pissed she was. He just wanted her dead.
"I can and I will." he answered smoothly, popping off the cork with a flick of his thumb. Alex gave him a familiar grin as she sat back on her haunches and watched him. In fact, Wesker thought as he watched her through his reflective shades, thankful for them, ...that's same grin I use.
"Okay, then Mr. I-Can-Do-Everything-Even-Though-I'm-Injured...try it."
"I intend to."
"Alex!" Leon called out, "We're going to need your help here!"
"I'm coming!"
The teenager pushed off from the floor and headed for her brother and friend, leaving Wesker to himself. He watched her go for a bit before he glanced at the vital then at his ripped open side. Now how in the hell am I going to heal myself with this? My natural healing ability is already working overtime to help out the blue herbs.
He scowled at the vital.
Owned again.
"Memo to me...when really injured... don't tell the helpers to fuck off." Wesker growled to himself as he lifted the right side of his black shirt.
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Zee slapped in a fresh clip to the M16 and fired it at the Sweeper that tried a sneak attack. The hail of rounds ripped into the creature's underbelly, spraying blood and torn tissue everywhere as its body convulsed from the rapid fire. The two new BOWs lifted their scaly heads and shrieked once more, the four remaining Hunters and Sweepers, two each, broke away from the battle and leaped back.
" 'ey, Leon! Those things are up to something!" the grunt yelled out as he looked at the group of monsters. Leon growled angrily as he thumbed in a few more shells into the shotgun, reloading it as quickly as possible. Something was up with those lab creations, so far the only ones that were attacking them were the Hunters and Sweepers. The two new ones haven't moved an inch and were just shrieking their lungs out. What the hell was up with that?
"I know, I know! I just don't know what they're up to!" he called back as he finished reloading, "Alex! Now would be a good time to help!"
"I'm here!" Alex piped up, "What do you need?"
"A way to kill these things without wasting too much ammo. I'm almost out." Leon said as he pumped the shotgun. He pointed out the two new BOWs to her, "And those things are up to something, I know it. They haven't moved and they just scream out every once in a while as the others attack."
The blonde teen looked at the two BOWs and blinked rapidly. Something was familiar about them, something that made her head feel a little funny. Something bubbled up in her mind and a piece of information bloomed out. Her eyes closed halfway and dulled as she gazed robotically at them.
"123 series, high-class hunters...commonly known as Slayers. They are the advanced version of the successful 121 series, Hunters. They have special glands at the back of their throats that create a posionous gas that they breathe out on their victims. A highly powerful serum runs through their claws that enable them the ablity paralyze their targets for easy kills." Alex intoned dully, loud enough for Leon to hear. "The Slayers also have the power to command and order the other hunters. This earns them the nickname of Hunter Commander."
Unfortunately, Zee overheard her as well and his blue eyes went wide at the information he picked up. Wesker stilled in his healing and looked over his shades at the girl in curiousity after hearing the teen's words as well. Slayers? Advanced hunters that can control other hunters within the given area? Is that what Sally had called them over the intercom before she sicced them on me? Wesker thought as he returned to his task of healing the gash on his right side.
How did this girl know what they are if this is obviously their first time going up against them? Perhaps she uncovered some information and had just forgotten to tell her friends about it? She is, after all, a teenager. Well, whatever the case may be, Wesker just discovered another reason to obtain those DNA samples. Sally's designs are off the charts and brillantly made...in short, perfect biological weapons for him to take. As soon as he got his ass over to the labs, he'll kill Sally, grab the samples, get the fuck out of there then blow up the facility.
"These things can command other BOWs?!" Zee yelled angrily, "We're fuckin' screwed!!"
Leon glared at him before returning his hard gaze at the six BOWs that watched them with amused looks. "Zee, shut up for a minute and keep an eye on them! I don't think they can command all BOWs...just the ones that are under the Hunter series. Right, Alex?"
The teenager stared blankly at the group of monsters. "That is correct. The Slayers can only command the Hunter series within the given area. All other BOWs are not effected by the Slayer's commands. Possibiltiy of leaving the area alive... five percent."
The ex-mercenary scowled, "Aye, thanks. That lifted my spirits up a notch."
Leon growled as the Hunters and Sweepers strafed back and forth, waiting for their commands with wild smiles. This wasn't good. They still had six BOWs to go before leaving the area and they were running out of ammo. Not to mention, they still had a long way to go before they are ever to leave the castle alive. Alex shook her head and snapped back to reality just as the Slayers shrieked out their orders.
The teenager cringed at the sound as the Hunters and Sweepers leaped in to attack. The rookie cop shot one out of the air with a blast of his weapon. Zee jogged back, firing his M16 as soon as one of the creatures landed before him. Two of them broke away and headed for Wesker. Alex noticed and ran for him, trying to beat them to him.
Wesker looked up from his healing in time to see a Hunter leaping at him, claws raised for a strike. Wesker growled as he fumbled to get his Raptor Magnum. He fished it out, raised it and pulled the trigger.
Click!
Wesker froze as he stared at his weapon in disbelief. Shit. I fucking forgot to reload the damn thing! He glared at the Hunter as it began to descend from its flight, then growled as he spotted a Sweeper trying to come in low. Wesker was hating this for every second that passed. His plans to get the BOW samples and data went to shit the moment he stepped foot into this damn facility.
Wesker bristled as the Hunter pulled its muscular arm back, ready to rip his face off. Wesker disliked death, it was cold and dark...not to mention painful as hell. Sure, he died before and popped back to life several minutes later but that was a planned death. He didn't plan on dying a second time. The virus in his blood can only revive him once and he already wasted that at the Mansion after getting speared in the gut by his own creation, the Tyrant. And now he was sure that he'll feel the cold hand of death yet again as the Hunter and Sweeper closed in.
Cha-cha...BOOM!
The Hunter was blasted right out of the air by a buckshot from a shotgun. The creature flew to the left from the powerful blast, a deep wound on its right side. The Sweeper didn't care as it ran full speed for him and Wesker saw a blur of black, white and blonde. The Sweeper shrieked in pain as a black combat boot slammed onto the side of its head, shoving it off course. It veered to the left and crashed into the Hunter as it fell from its flight. The pair fell to the floor in a tangled heap of jaws and claws.
Wesker blinked in surprise as the figure landed from a jump kick, aiming the shotgun at the tangled pile. If he allowed it, his jaw would have dropped in shock as the figure stood protectively before him. That figure...it was the teenage girl that helped his healing! She glared coldly at the tangled pile of BOWs, aiming the shotgun at them, waiting for them to move toward them. She didn't take her eyes off them for a second as she called over her shoulder to him.
"How's your side, Wes?"
Wesker grimaced as he shinnied up the wall to stand, a sharp ache rippled through him as he moved but he ignored it. It hadn't fully healed but it will be in a few seconds or more. He didn't know why, other than her skill in fighting, this girl was starting to impress him. Exactly where did this girl get her training from? And why? Well, it didn't matter now. All he knew is that those skills could prove very useful later on.
"Fine."
He growled mentally for the thought but had no other choice. To get the labs alive and grab what he needed, he was going to have to rely on them for help. Normally, he wouldn't even consider the idea but... let's face it. He was lost, he only had one weapon and Sally had a shit load of BOWs to sic him with. A group can defend themselves better than an individual could. Wesker can defend himself quite well but if he were to be dumped in another room full of deadly new BOWs then even he couldn't guarantee his own survival.
Wesker suddenly felt all the aches in his body disappear. The gash on his right side had finally healed. He grinned as he slapped in a fresh clip to his Raptor. Ohh, yeah baby! Wesker's back in the game! About time too. We need to get rid of these things first before we can leave. he thought as the two BOWs stood and snarled at them. He aimed at one and glanced at the girl, who flashed him a charming smile. And oddly enough, he recognized it.
"Looks like you're a part of our team!" Alex chirped as she pumped the shotgun and aimed for the other.
Wesker couldn't help but grin. Since when was the last time he was ever in a group that trusted him with their lives? Right. It's been forever...and besides...he missed backstabbing people. The two of them fired at the duo of BOWs, ripping them to shreds. Leon and Zee were able to kill their own and so that left the twin Slayers.
The twin BOWs shrieked and spewed out a thick, green cloud from their mouths. Wesker leaped back as he quickly covered his nose and mouth with his hand, magnum still trained on them. Time to gain their trust! he thought as he backed away from the cloud. Alex had leaped back as well and kept her shotgun at the ready.
"Don't breathe it in! That's a poison cloud!" Wesker called out, his voice muffled by his hand. Leon and Zee growled at the cloud and backed away. There was another shriek and the twins sped through the cloud all of a sudden. Wekser aimed for the one going for him and fired.
The Slayer dodged it and kept running. Wesker cursed and fired again. And again the creature slid from the bullet's path and continued to rush him. Shit! To the former captain's surprise, Alex turned to his target to and fired to keep it away from him. The buckshot slammed into the creature and blew a chunk of it clean off. It let out a pitiful shrill cry before gurlging and falling to the stone floor, dead.
Unfortunately, when she turned to fend off his target, the other Slayer had gunned for her and rammed right into Alex, sending her flying back. Leon immediately leaped into the fray and fired on the creature. The rookie cop was able to get close enough to the BOW for him to jam the barrel of the shotgun into its mouth and pull the trigger. The back of the Slayer's head exploded into a gory mess of blood and brain matter.
Leon knelt next ot his sister and spoke softly to her as she whimpered and rubbed her arm. Wesker raised a brow at the action. Shouldn't she be -like- screaming at the top of her lungs? That ram should've broken her arm...not bruise it. Could it...? No. Sally may have sacrificed power for intellect. Hmm...I can fix that once I get those DNA samples.
Alex suddenly sat up and glared at the dead BOW with teary eyes. She puffed her cheeks and looked ready to cry. She looked like a little seven year old girl who lost her first fight.
"Leon! That thing hit me!" Alex wailed, pointing to the fallen creature as if it would pop up and laugh at her. "Make him say he's sorry!"
Wesker mentally gawked at her. What the hell?! She's a teenager that can take and face down dangerous biological weapons with ease; but she then turns around and acts like a spoiled little child?! What in the world is wrong with her?!
Leon sighed as Zee grinned. Wesker stared at them as if they were all insane. This didn't make sense to him but then he's stuck in the maze of a madwoman who, for some reason, wants him to be hers... in anyway possible. He shuddered at the thought. He would rather be impaled by the Tyrant a thousand times over than to find out what Sally wanted with him.
"Sorry, Alex. That thing's already dead, so it can't say its sorry." the rookie cop said with an amused grin. He loved how Alex was still her childish self, kept him sane in this insane castle.
The teenager puffed her cheeks once more and snorted. "Lucky." she grumbled as she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest.
Suddenly, the overcom crackled to life once more and a hysterical laugh broke through.
"Ah, so I see that not even the entire Hunter series could stop you. You three will make fine specimens for my new BOW research." Sally purred from her monitor room.
Leon glared at the tiny camera, its red eye giving itself away. The rookie cop had always been raised to treat women like princesses and with respect. But in this case, that rule had no meaning to him now. Leon flicked his middle finger to the camera's lens.
"Fuck off, lady!" he growled, "I'm not gonna be your lab rat for the hell of it!"
"Aye, I ain't gonnna be anyone's guinea pig!" Zee snapped as Alex just glared at the camera for a second then returned her hard gaze at the dead BOW.
"Oooh... fiesty aren't you? You, the blonde one who spoke first... I'm Sally. What's your name?"
"None of your fucking business."
Wesker listened to the two and grinned. This will be fun...for a while at least. He would enjoy this little banter until he got back to the labs and ripped her head off. Wesker listened closely and could tell that Sally was smiling from the silence of the speaker.
A soft, icy laugh rippled from the speaker. "Oh ho! I think I'll enjoy your company the most." she purred icily, "I'll be sure to keep you alive a little while longer."
Leon shuddered as he clearly imagined this crazy woman licking her lips after her last statement. He knew exactly what she meant by that. Augh... gross. Great. Now I got a sick ass woman gunning for me.
Wesker twitched in disgust as he glanced at the teen's older brother. He knew what was running through his mind. Hell, that image still plagued his nightmares. I know how you feel. I'm the same boat as you. The woman was simply crazy. First she wanted to turn them into BOWs to further her research and now she wanted one of them to be her boy toy.
He had rumors that she would collect men that appealed to her the most then have "fun" with them. Up until she grew tired of them then they simply disappeared. But she never did that with him... and he was thanking his demonic stars for it! But still, just hearing her say it made him feel like killing himself.
"Sexaholic." Captain Wesker muttered under his breath. He felt something tug on his sleeve and he looked to his left and saw Alex staring at him.
"What's a 'sexaholic'?" she asked, large blue eyes blinking up at him innocently. Wesker grimanced at the question and her innocence.
"Something your brother wouldn't want you to be."
"Oh." She thought a little, one hand on his sleeve and the other was raised to her mouth as if she was sucking on her thumb. "Why does the lady like my brother if she's bad?"
"Alex," Wesker said dryly as he kept an eye on the camera, "you don't want to know. Believe me... you don't want the answer."
"Okay."
"But first...I would just love to see how well you perform, my little toy." Sally purred from the speaker.
Leon bristled. "I'm not your little toy!"
The woman laughed, cold and icy. "From the looks of it...you are. As long as you are within my facility and lovely maze...you're my little pet to do as I please."
"Then don't expect us to stay, lady!" Zee snapped, pissed that the doors had yet to open.
Sally laughed again, clearly taking delight over the whole ordeal. "I'm sure you won't but I know that my little pet will survive."
Leon looked ready kill something...probably himself if this went on. "I rather be eaten by Lickers."
"Lickers are much too inferior for your combat skills. But I have something better that'll test those skills of yours. Please don't disappointment me."
There was a low rumble and a giant set of double doors slid aside, revealing a darkness that none of them wished to step through. Sally let out a hysterical laugh as the group saw the red eye glow menacingly from the depths of the shadows, high above the ground. The glowing eye narrowed as whatever creature Sally released gave a low, deep growl at the sight of them. The ground quaked as it took its first few steps forward.
"This is one of my greatest creations. One of the tasty fruit of my research. It had no name up until now. Before it had been only called "Project Hunter" but now I give you..."
As soon as the creature stepped into the light, the group's eyes widen in horror. Even Wesker took a step back from the monstrosity that loomed before them. Never in his darkest, wildest dreams, would he be able to come up with this BOW. It snorted as it angled its head to look at them with its only eye, performing a "snooty" look. It even seemed to grin evilly at them.
"Predator!"
At the soud of its name, Predator threw its head back and roared in excitment. The walls, floor, the whole..hell the whole fucking castle shook under the echo of its mighty voice. It gazed down at the group of heroes and its evil grin grew wider as it took a step forward to feast...
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Next Chapter: Project Hunter (part 2.): Predator
The boss BOW has been unleashed on the group! Will the group survive this ordeal? Or die?
FINALLY! A NEW CHAPPY FOR REN! Thank God! but this damn writer's block is still with me! ARGH! Anyway, poll time! ( I don't know how to set one up on my bio. I tried one and it didn't show up.) Should Alex begin to realize her basic powers now? or Later? Do you guys want someone to be held captive by the beast? If so then who? Wesker, Leon or Zee? Leave your answers on your reviews so I can count them up!
I know...I made Wesker act OOC but it was for the sake of the fic. Besides, I have a hard time trying to make him sound like himself without making him be sarcastic. And I can't really type all those intellectual sentences he always uses. So his speech will be a mismatched so I apologize in advance...I think.
WHOO! BOSS BATTLE!
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Wesker: Leave a review or I'll kick your ass!
Sit.
Wesker: ACK!
Leon: HA!
Leon.
(A matching necklace flashes)
Sit.
Leon: ACK!
Rally (from RE4: AFGDCT): LEON AND WESKER!
Leon and Wesker: NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
(she leaps for them and tackles them to the ground) (giggles are heard as well as two grown men screaming)
Leon: Hey! No touching!
Wesker: Getheroffgetheroffgetheroffgetheroff!
(something is heard ripping)
Wesker and Leon: AHHH! Our shirts!
Rally: (sequeals) Ooh, Abs!
Rally, you can be such a perv.
Rally: (giggles from the floor) Dante's fault.
Dante!
Dante: (off screen) I didn't teach her anything!
(smacks forehead) Argh... sorry. R & R please.