Her eyes gaped at the large body in front of her. "You kept this down here the whole time?" Claire asked, raising her voice. "Did you really want me to pass these tests?" She glared at Wesker, crossing her arms over her chest. He had brought her to a new level of the underground lab set directly beneath the mansion. They had gone down several more levels in the elevator, and when she stepped out, she was immediately reminded of the lab back in Paris. Dark hallways, numerous doors that lead to the unknown, large windows to display the latest test subjects, and cells surrounded them when they walked further into the testing lab.

They had taken many turns, but finally entered a room only lit by the brilliant life sized capsules that held failed experiments. There were shriveled up corpses and ones that had been burned or melted. Others seemed to have eaten themselves alive. The biggest one, which was reinforced with thick metal sheets held a nightmare. She had managed to peek through the metallic sheets wrapped around the capsule and saw a large mutant body. The eyes were closed, so it gave her some relief that it was sleeping. Several elongated teeth were protruding from its jaw, and its muscles were bulging, almost pulsating. She couldn't tell if it was the liquid it was floating in, but the skin looked like a pale green. There was no hair that covered the body, only scars and large unnatural veins.

Her eyes traveled over the rest of the creature's body, and she wasn't too keen on becoming familiar with the gaping claws that were supposed to be its hands. Sure enough, Wesker had kept a tyrant below them this entire time. "You could have warned me," she said. She could take on numerous infected, Eliminators, and possibly even Lickers all at the same time, but it was a completely different story with a tyrant.

She remembered setting a trap for Dr. Birkin when he had been mutated into a grotesque freak of nature. The most prominent feature that haunted her was the giant eye that had been set in Birkin's shoulder. She had aimed a rocket launcher right at that rotating orb and when he was close enough to her, she had fired the first round. When the smoke had cleared, Birkin was still standing, unharmed and hardly fazed by the small explosion. Did the tyrant in front of her surpass that durability? Could Wesker take it on and win? She had very little confidence that she could hold her own against the monster.

Wesker punched in a few buttons, keeping his back to her. "You were never meant to combat a tyrant from this series," he said. "This is the result of the same virus that is in you, but as you can see, it was a failure. It grew uncontrollable, so I have made the decision to terminate it."

"You did?" Claire asked, surprised that he didn't keep it around just for his own amusement.

"I took what I needed, Miss Redfield," he said, pushing a code into the computer when prompted. "I don't need a menace running around while I have other priorities to tend to."

Claire turned back to the capsule and saw a dark liquid beginning to spill into it, mixing with the green water. She assumed it was a poison to kill the tyrant. "You never had a chance did you?" Claire asked the sleeping monster. She placed her hand on the capsule, feeling a dull, but dying, connection with it. They were both infected with the same virus, and she could feel something growing in the pit of her stomach. An anger burned in her, a hatred for someone. She felt a murderous intent toward the world. Her hand was suddenly wretched away from the capsule, and the feeling left quickly.

Wesker now held her hand and began to pull her away. "Not a wise decision, dear heart," he said.

"What was that?" Claire asked, feeling almost dizzy. The rush of emotion was so strong, and then it had left her. Did she feel what the tyrant used to?

"Something I don't have the time to explain..." Wesker said in a deadly tone, but his anger wasn't toward her. He was watching something on the monitor. His hands began to ball up into fists, and his frown became more noticeable. When she sneaked a peek over his shoulder, a gasp had involuntarily left her lips.

"Chris..."

Alarms began to sing, and red lights flashed on an off. "Intruders located in the north wing," said a female computerized voice. "Danger. Intruders located in the north wing. Executing decision 8FH549. Access to terminals VIT1001 and VIT1002 has been terminated. All processes shall be stopped and executed. Danger. Intruders located in the north wing..."

"Damnit!" Wesker said, pounding his fists on the counter. He looked back to the tyrant, seeing the dark liquid disappear. No more of the anti-virus was being poured into the capsule. He grabbed Claire's hand and pulled her away, making haste toward the exit. "We must leave. Your brother has horrible timing."

"But what about-" He jerked her away from the entrance. His pace had quickened ten fold, and he was now running.

Claire's question was both cut off and answered by a muffled roar and the sounds of glass bursting open.

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AN: This is what I call a teaser chapter. It's to get your imagination rolling. So what do you think will happen next? I'll try to stay true to the RE universe while adding a few twists into the mix.

Kris