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J.L.: Okay, so, I'm not the best at predicting when my fanfics will end, but I'm taking a swing that this is the second to last chapter. Let's get to it then eh?
The tapping of the soles of my boots on the marble floorlightly decorated in blood smears was the only sound that occupied my journey to the Throne room, other than my controlled breathing. I neared the edge of the Throne room, were a golden chair dashed with dried blood sat in the middle, a giant hole torn in the ceiling, allowing the hot sun to pour in. There was a man sitting in the chair, wearing beige cargos, and a sweat stained white shirt with gun holsters strapped to him. He had a .9mm Luger pointed at me, shaking slightly, a briefcase resting aside the throne. The white hair, though receeding now, gave his identity away.
"Ah...the whore from Raccoon City. Tell me, did Olivera make it too? How many children have you two had? I was slightly amused when that Brit Wesker told me who was coming to give me the vaccine. I pray you do have it comrade. I rather hate injecting myself everyday with the antidote." Nickholai spoke calmly in his heavy russian accent. I held up the vial in one hand, my weapon trained at his forehead.
"You have the information against Umbrella in that briefcase." I stated and he nodded. Now for the tricky part, trading and getting away. Nickholai didn't stand up.
"You're a little late. I'm too weak to stand up. Otherwise, I would stand up from this filthy chair and grab it out of your hands." He spoke, allowing his Luger to rest in his lap.
"I let you live in Raccoon. Can I trust you to pay back that debt while I inject this into you?" I said, stepping towards him but not lowering my gun.
"Do as you wish, In a few minutes I'll be like them outside. I've been thinking about whether a bullet to the brain would be that bad or not." He said. I took a syringe out and filled it with the contents of the vial. Administering the vaccine into his bloodstream, he started speaking again. "All I wanted was to live the good life. Rich...I joined Umbrella for that, a good paycheck. Once they saw my combat skills, they made me part of WatchDog. I was to collect information on the specimens during Raccoon and get the information back to Umbrella for a hefty price. I ended up taking out several other WatchDogs placed there, to monopolize the information...when I made it out, I tried to sell it to them, but the government was undergoing investigation, and my information was worthless. Wesker was interested in me though, and had me scout around for him, all the time I held on to the information from Raccoon. I got infected, they gave me a temporary antidote. Said they'd work on a better one."
"Yeah...I take it the information from Raccoon is what is in that briefcase?" I asked as I stood back. Nickholai looked up at me amuzed.
"Yes comrade. Take it. I've no use for it, I cannot imagine why you would want it. You know all about the things that go bump in the night." He spoke, his voice quieting. I grabbed the briefcase and stepping back, with my gun still trained on him I nodded.
"Nickholai...that vaccine, it will work. Just...disappear. Go live that good life." I said. He smirked, then his eyes closed.
"I didn't take that antidote today...I figured that today is my last day. I really don't want to live in the world Wesker has envisioned. The vaccine will not do anything now, it's too late. Besides, I told Wong that two days ago. She said she would send an accellerator for the virus. I'm now on the orders to kill you. You're trapped here with me, there is no helicopter coming to pick you up. Wesker thought it was a befitting farewell really." Nickholai spoke, a small chuckle escaping.
"I kinda knew something like this would happen." I said and set the briefcase down. Firing one shot into the wall past Nickholai, I heard the clambering of boots on adrenaline come running down the hall. Nickholai had stopped moving, his chest bubbling a bit. Chris ran up next to me, his gun trained on Nickholai like mine was.
"What's wrong?" Chris asked.
"This is Nickholai, I'm sure Carlos told you about him. Well...he's infected. You know that vaccine my Contact sent us after I gave you the real one? Well...turns out it just boosts the virus." I said as Nickholai's chest bursted open, blood specking forth as his ribs stretched apart to accommadate for the growing lungs and heart.
"We're fucked for the next few minutes then." He reasoned. Nickholai's arms shot out in growth, spikes and claws ripping out everywhere.
"Pretty much." I said. The sounds of bones cracking and being reset started as Nickholai's legs grew, the flesh stripping off to reveal sheer muscle dripping and oozing blood in places where his pants had ripped.
"We could run for it before he finishes..." Chris started then quieted as Nickholai lurched forewards, sickening cracks resounding as spike drove out of his back, splitted and forms wings, wet membrane spread between the bone.
"Actually, I think we should kill it. Seeing as it can get out of here through the roof, or lack there of." I spoke, reloading the one shot I had taken earlier, and reaching for another gun as well. Nickholai's face split at the forehead and continued, his mouth stretching to suck up the space with raw muscle collecting across the remains of his face.
"So, exactly when do we start firing?" Chris asked. Nickholai lurched up on his talons that had formed from his feet, at nine feet tall now. His knuckles dragged on the ground, and a slimy tongue splayed out from the mouth that was once his face. A small tuft of white hair poked from the mouth, rows of jagged teeth vertical. The wings had folded in, but dripped in the infected blood that was once Nickholai's lifestream.
"As soon as we figure out how to kill it." I said. Nickholai's skin purpled from bruising, whatever skin was left. He grew another foot in height before opening his face and crying out the most disgusting sounding caw I had ever heard as white fur sprouted all over his body, the last of his clothing falling away.
"Well...there's no brain area to shoot at, his heart is slightly exposed...but well insulated by the lungs..." Chris brainstormed.
"At the heart then. Chris, one more thing." I started as Nickholai's ungodly transformation slowed to a stop.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I love you, so I don't think moving in together would be that big of a deal. Let's do it after this." I answered. Right before he left on his mission, on the last phone call, he asked me to move in with him after this mission was done. Our call dropped right when I went to answer and I never did tell him what it was.
"So then...what about a dog, can we get one?" Chris asked as Nickholai took it's first step towards us.
"A dog? Are you kidding me Chris?! After those damned things chased us to the mansion and you still want one?!" I cried out in surprise just as Nickholai ran towards us and slammed his fist'o'claws into the marble where we had stood seconds earlier, cracking it. I got up from my roll and took shots at the exposed heart, but the rib cage shut around it after the first bullet hit. I heard the powerful crack of Chris's automatic rifle stop as Nickholai unfolding it's wings and took flight.
"What about a kitten then?! I didn't see any infected cats or have one attack me." He shouted from the other side as loud swooping echoed the giant throne room before the funneling sound of Nickholai divebombing towards Chris took place. Chris rolled out of the way as I fired at Nickholai's wings, puncturing the membrane between them and cause Nickholai to crash. Talon and claw dug into the marble flooring, ripping the stone to chunks with that horrible nails on chalkboard sound. Chris open fired on Nickholai's exposed heart, as Nickholai was on it's back with it's rib cage open. It's a giant freaking bat! Which means...fruit bats have big eyes to spot fruits, while vampire bats have big ears to hear it's prey...except, Nickholai doesn't have ears, eyes or a nose for that matter...so how is it tracking us...? Nickholai lurched back up, rib cage closing and stalked towards Chris with it's tongue flickering in and out.
"A snake!" I cried out as I shot at the tongue, missing.
"What?! No fricking way are we getting a snake Jill! Or do you not remember the dash of death to the guard house with the snakes falling out of the tree or the giant one that got Richard?!" Chris yelled out as he ran behind the throne just in time to avoid Nickholai's rush attack. The throne dented and Chris ran from it towards a pillar.
"No Chris! That's how it's keeping track of us! With it's tongue! It's flicking in and out, picking up our scent and heat!" I yelled out as Nickholai turned it's attention to me. I shot at the tongue, hit it, and Nickholai lurched back, crying in pain.
"Good job Jill. I'll pound it's heart, you get the tongue!" He answered back, firing into Nickholai's heart. The lungs expanded though, as the creature sucked in air.
"Chris! Run!" I cried out as I ran to the nearest pillar hid behind it. Chris looked back at me and then ran behind the next one, right as Nickholai opened it's huge mouth and expelled the air mixed with it's blood and saliva. The effect was that of fire, flamethrower heating the air shooting across the room at us. The pillars heated up, but provided great cover.
"You didn't bring the rocket launcher did you?!" Chris yelled over the heat. The flames subsided.
"No, I was hoping you would!" I yelled back as we walked back out, taking shots at the bleeding tongue. Nickholai stumbled around a bit, unable to find us. Another tongue appeared, the old one shriveling up. Nickholai then lurched towards me.
"I never bring the right tools Jill, you know that!" Chris yelled out as his shots hammered into the tongue. I supressed a laugh.
"I should by now! You made me so frustrated that night! Next time, bring the condoms, reguardless of whether we do or don't!" I yelled out when Nickholai fell on it's back, allowing Chris and I to shoot it's heart. It howled, then ceased movement. It was over. I was gasping for breath, my gun still trained on Nickholai. Chris walked over towards me. He was out of breath too.
"Think it's down for good?" He asked.
"I'm not sure. Technically, everything we've killed was suppose to be down for good." I answered back, sweat dripping off my face onto my white shirt, stained with dirt and sweat. I probably smell like a million bucks too. Chris walked over to where the briefcase lie, knocked down from the battle. He picked it up and walked over to me, taking a seat next to me while grabbing his radio. I lowered my weapon, reloading it.
"It's Chris." He said into it. The radio crackled. I had finally caught my breath as Chris opened the case.
"Chris?! Are you finished?!" Claire's voice rang out. He smiled, his hair slick with sweat and framing his face.
"Yes. We have the information. Send a helicopter to these coordinates, the area in the throne room is clear and the roof has long since been cleared out." He responded, studying the files of paper and disks.
"We? Is she there with you?! Chris! I told you about her!" Claire cried out. Maybe I should ditch out. Say my goodbye to Chris...
"Claire, we're going to talk after this. Just send the helicopter." He said, then looked up to me as I pointed the gun at him.
"Fine fine...your coordinates now right?" Claire asked.
"Yes." Chris answered, his eyes widening. I fired.
J.L.: And straight into chapter eight I go. Review. Also, this chapter is put up here for the long wait from chapter five to six, but next week chapter eight will be put up, say, next friday?