A/N: Two chapters in 24 hours. Gotta love insomnia.
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil.
Chapter 11:
"The battleline between good and evil runs through the heart of every man." -Alexander Solzhenitsyn
The corpse of the cable car attendant landed on the concrete floor in a heap. Ethan stepped back on to it after making sure the dead man didn't rise again, activating the panel that allowed the car to move between stations.
He looked over at Rebecca as the cable car started moving. Her small hands wrapped around a magnum revolver that had been in the corpse's hands before he had tossed it out of their transport. Her eyes locked on the floor, lost in thought about what had happened to them minutes ago.
When Billy pitched over the railing they both felt a sense of dread thinking that the ex-Lieutenant had fallen to his death. But Ethan knew different. The guy was tough, he'd survived this long with them through this nightmare and he could manage a fall like that into the sewers no problem.
At least, he hoped he could.
Approaching the medic, Ethan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and bringing her back into reality. "You good?" he asked pulling her into his side. Rebecca let out a shuttering breath and curled into him and the warmth he provided.
"You think he survived?" she asked hesitantly. Reminding him of the gentle heart she had for the safety of others. Even though she was at odds about Billy at the start of their journey, the two rookies had managed to form a kind of friendship despite the horrors around them. They'd watched each others backs no matter what happened.
"We won't know for sure until we go looking now, won't we." the profiler replied as the cable car came to a stop at the next station. Rebecca stored the empty magnum in a spare compartment on her belt as she drew her handgun, Ethan drew his own as they stepped out on to the platform that looked very much the same as the one they had been on before.
Small, cold, and dark. But this one had a small flight of steps leading up and out of the hanger. After looking the place over and finding a box of 9mm rounds and half a box of shotgun shells, the rookies took the stairs.
They were both tired, the constant fluctuation of adrenaline at certain points the only thing keeping them going at this point. Ethan's body ached from his encounter with the Hunters but managed to push through it. Focusing on the task ahead instead of his body demanding rest as he opened the door at the top of the steps.
Before them was a massive, almost empty warehouse room, the far end open to the night. Weapons up, the young members of STARS walked across the bare room. Stepping over transport tracks on the floor and going past stacks of rusting barrels along the walls toward the opening which revealed them standing upon a large industrial platform elevator that surrounded the room.
The sky above was a dark blue, the stars starting to fade telling them that morning would be coming within the next couple hours or so. The air cool and refreshing against their sweaty skin as they approached the control console on the platforms north side.
Studying the controls a moment, Ethan punched the button labeled; 'B4'. The huge, octagonal platform jerked up an inch, then started lowering into the structure under them. The wall surrounding it sliding up and over them as the night sky started to vanish overhead.
Seconds ticked by, the two of them stood with baited breath as they waited. Their eyes looking for anything that might jump out at them from some dark corner. This place had made them paranoid, and for good reason.
And even though Ethan had come to expect this from one of Umbrella's facilities, that didn't change the hyper-awareness that had come from the encounters he'd had with their fucked up experiments.
The elevator settled into an expansive chamber, utilitarian with all grey walls and steel. To their right was a small office marked 'Security' and a short hall that ended at another, more conventional elevator like from the office building.
On their left was a cave-in. Mounds of rubble heaped up to a low, broken ceiling where there appeared to be a second elevator. This one big enough to be a warehouse lift. Taking a second to recall the layout of this portion of the complex from his memory, the traveler's head snapped to the West side of the platform when the elevator gave off a soft ping.
Aiming his weapon at the doors, Rebecca right next to him with her sight trained on the lift, finger tight against the trigger as the doors slid open and the occupant stepped out.
The individual took a few steps out and froze when he saw the weapons pointed at him. "Don't shoot! Friendly!" shouted the familiar voice of Enrico Marini, his own 9mm aimed at the ceiling as the rookies lowered theirs.
"Enrico, you're alive!" Rebecca shouted embracing the man in happiness seeing he had managed to survive. His knuckles were bruised and battered, his STARS vest was ripped in a few places with a few dark splatters on it, but he didn't look no worse than they did.
"Rebecca, Ethan." said the Bravo team leader clumsily embracing the girl back, relaxing at the sight of the two younger STARS. "You guys okay?
Ethan shrugged, the older man's gaze locking on his heavily bandaged arm. "Could be worse, though it could be a lot better too. Did anyone else make it?" he asked wondering if the other members of Bravo had made it.
"The rest of the team moved ahead, we were searching for Edward, and the two of you." said Enrico. "This place is a fucking nightmare."
Rebecca stepped back and lowered her gaze, "Edward...he didn't make it." she said solumnly.
Bravo's Captain hardened his gaze and nodded, "Did either of you see the rest of the team come through?" Both rookies shook their heads. "Then they must have just missed you, we found these documents..." he paused wondering how to proceed. "Due East of here is an old mansion, we believe that Umbrella uses it for research."
"The Spencer Estate." Ethan said gaining their attention. "We've found similar documents in labs back in the main complex. They were working on something called the T-Virus. All these goddamn freaks we've been fighting are made with the stuff, and Umbrella's behind it all."
Enrico narrowed his eyes to the ground. "We better regroup with the others, and fast
The young medic's back straightened and was about to say something when her fellow rookie beat her to it. "You go on ahead, sir. We lost someone a ways back and we gotta find him before something else gets to him first." he said evasively.
"Lost someone? A survivor in this place?" asked Enrico.
"In a matter of speaking. He's watched our backs since we all got separated before, and saved mine and Becca's asses on several occasions. We owe him." said the profiler leaving no room for argument.
The older man looked from him to Rebecca who nodded in agreement with him. The looks in their eyes told the same story that were in his; too much had happened, and any explanation would take longer than any of them could afford. "Alright then. Be careful, both of you." he said seriously.
Both rookies nodded to him firmly in acknowledgement, two professionals to another. Enrico turned and started toward the lift within the hallway with the pile of rubble. Sending them one last look before disappearing from sight.
"Why didn't you tell him about Billy?" Rebecca asked turning to him.
"It would have taken too long to explain. Time we can't afford to lose right now. And telling our superior that we're running around with who he believes is a convicted mass-murderer wouldn't bode well for us." he replied looking back at her. "Come on, let's find soldier-boy and get out of this place. We can meet up with the others at the mansion Enrico mentioned."
They checked the security shack and found a few extra rounds stashed inside before making their way to the elevator where Enrico had disappeared. Pushing the call button for the lift, standing back and listening as the machinery brought it back up.
While they waited, Ethan's sense of impending danger suddenly flared. But this time it was much stronger than it had been before. His heart started hammering and the hair on the back of his neck and arms stood straight up.
Behind them, a large chunk of rock rolled down from the shadows at the top of the debris pile and hit the ground. Shattering on impact as several others rolled after it until a small avalanche occurred. A small cloud of dust pluming up when it all settled.
The teens stepped back away from the lift when what sounded like heavy footsteps came crunching down from the mound of wreckage; Crunch...Crunch...Crunch...More debris shifted and clattered to the each floor with each footfall.
"Enrico?" Rebecca called, her voice sounding small yet hopeful in the dust-choked air. Crunch...Crunch...Crunch...Crunch
Ethan's face lost all blood, his heart freezing in his chest when he realized that there was only one thing that could sound that heavy with its footsteps. 'No...No no no no no no no! How the fuck could I have forgotten about HIM?!' He pressed the recall button on the lift a dozen times as the footsteps got closer.
Through the shadows, he could make out something big lumbering toward them. Grabbing Rebecca and pushing her behind him, we holstered his Samurai Edge and drew his shotgun. Chambering a fresh round as he aimed at the thing that was coming toward them.
The creature that pulled itself out of the rubble was something out of John Carpenter's worst nightmares. It was humanoid, standing at least seven feet tall with hairless, luminous-white skin. Claws on the ends of its hands shined like steel knives, the ones on the right hand being as long a machete blades and looked to be able to carve through dense metal.
Thick, ropes of veins were visible through its skin. Masses of red and white tissue lead over its huge shoulders and across its massive chest. Clusters of blood-red sores were liberally scattered over its body. The head was bald, the lower half of its face torn away revealing jagged teeth and bone frozen in a terrifying grin that seemed to widen when it leered down at them with milky-white and yellow eyes.
For the first time in a while, Ethan was petrified. Rebecca in a similar state behind him as she looked at the beast, it clicked its talons together as though anticipating their meeting. Its breathing, a harsh rasping sound, matched the pumping of its strange, pulsing heart that was only partly hidden behind its ribcage.
"E-Ethan...?" The traveler blinked back into focus hearing Rebecca's terrified voice over his shoulder. Taking what strength he could muster to shove his feelings deep down and letting his brain take over. Bringing up everything and anything he could regarding Umbrella's first generation of Tyrant series of BOWs.
'Strong. Durable. Can dash fast in one direction like a out of control semi. Claws deadly sharp. Can't take this thing down conventionally, need to get creative.' The Tyrant took another step forward. Its naked foot crushing the stones under it with ease.
Ethan pressed the shotgun to his shoulder and aimed high. Teeth gritted tightly as he pulled the trigger. The blast peppering the Tyrant's chest with black, sudden ribbons of blood sliding down its body from the shot. It threw back its huge head and screamed. Something that sounded like Armageddon, like the end of everything was upon all those present.
Rage and fury dominated any pain it might have felt, both rookies understood then that their chances of survival had just dropped a great deal.
With a single, graceful leap, the monster sprang from the pile of shattered rock, landing on the floor four meters away from them in a crouch. The ground trembling from the impact, the Tyrant's steel talons raked along the concrete, leaving deep scratches in the solid stone as it drew itself up to its full height.
Ethan backed away, pumping the shotgun as he stood between the beast and the medic behind him as best he could. The Tyrant suddenly launched forward, running fast and dropping one arm, claws dragging across the ground shooting up sparks as it closed the gap fast. Both teens leapt out of the way at the last moment, shoulder rolling in different directions as the creature finished its sweeping run. It's large claw-arm shearing through the control panel on the wall behind them.
All around them, warning lights began flaring and an alarm pierced the air. A large metal door began sliding down at a steady pace. Seeing this, Ethan quickly formulated a plan. "Rebecca...run. Back to the platform we came down on." he hissed through clenched teeth as the creature turned to them.
The medic looked at him like he was insane, "What are you thinking?!" she yelled as she raised her pistol. A large part of her brain telling her that it wouldn't nearly be enough against this thing.
"Just trust me...and RUN!" he shouted, firing another blast into the monster's center of mass. More blood spilled down the beast's front turning its pale skin dark red and pink while it began stomping toward them.
The shutter was halfway down when Rebecca ran to the opposite side where the platform was closest. She looked back at Ethan as he fired shot after shot into the Tyrant as it closed in on him, the 12-gauge shells having no effect on the creature as the weapon finally ran out. "Ethan come on!" she screamed as he rolled out of the way of a strike that would have reduced him to a bloody smear on the floor.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw how far the metal door had come down and bolted for it. Standing on the other side by Rebecca as he watched the beast come after them. "That's it ugly, come get us." he muttered as it hunched down. The pavement under its black toe-nails cracking from the weight as it charged forward.
'Wait for it...' the profiler thought, legs tense. '...wait for it...' The Tyrant cleared under the lowering door and was nearly upon them. 'NOW!' He dove aside, grabbing Rebecca in the process and taking them both to the floor as the monster steam-rolled past them. "Get under the door, go!" he shouted as he pulled the medic to her feet and they both ran back under the shutter when it was over two-thirds of the way down.
The Tyrant had spun around and came after them, but by then the door was too low for it to duck under. Rebecca looked on as a sliver of relief filled her, so that had been his plan. Trick the monster into being on the opposite side of the large steel door when it came down leaving them safe from it.
Ethan kept his gaze on it as the beast reached its larger hand out and grabbed the bottom of the door as if to open it again. 'That shutter has to weigh at least three tons or more. There's no possible way that it could-'
-Metal screeched loudly as the closing door came to a stop. The rookies' mouths dropped slightly. The Tyrant gave a deep grunt as the shutter began to rise up slowly, inch by inch until the creature was able to move under it.
Moving fast, Ethan had his Samurai Edge in hand, flicking the fire-selector to burst-fire and unloaded on the BOW powerhouse. The rounds hitting its head, shoulders, arms and along its collar-bone. The slide locked back when the clip ran empty, and the Tyrant wasn't hindered in the slightest as it entered the room, releasing its hold on the door when it was through and allowing it to slam down on to the floor.
"Fuck." The profiler cursed realizing his plan had backfired in the worst possible way.
"Please tell me you have a backup plan." Rebecca said trembling as the thing's grin widened as though it knew of their situation.
Ethan's eyes swept the room quickly. The elevator had long since arrived and was waiting for them like a beacon of hope. 'We have a smaller space now, too small for it to maneuver but still enough for it to run in a straight line...' his eyes widened. 'That's it!' "I do." he said holstering his empty pistol. "When I give the signal, run as fast as you can to the elevator and get inside."
By this time the Tyrant had started moving closer, talons clicking loudly in the small space.
"Ethan, whatever you got planned better work or we're dead." the medic said as she prepared to run.
"Then let's keep our fingers crossed." he replied bending down and picking up one a piece of broken concrete the size of a baseball. "Hay you ugly fuck!" he threw the chunk of rubble, it connected with the side of the monster's head and shattered on impact. A fierce growl came from deep in the Tyrant's throat as its attention locked completely on the older teen.
The grin on its face widened as its knees bent, ready to spring. Ethan ran backwards until he was about a foot away from the back wall. A moment later it was charging for him, "REBECCA GO!" he ordered.
She ran for the door, the monster running right past her, its rage focused solely on Ethan as it went straight for him. "That's it dumbass, keep coming." he said until there was only two meters between them. At the last moment he flew to the said, the Tyrant's momentum too much for it to stop as it slammed full force into the wall. Denting metal and crunching stone.
Running after his partner as the creature roared in anger behind him. The profiler pulled one of the last two grenades from his vest, pulled the pin and chucked it over his shoulder as he reached the elevator. Jumping inside and slamming the door behind him as a small explosion shook the lift followed by an inhuman scream of pain.
Rebecca slammed the lowest button on the board making the elevator to start going down. The sound of the enraged Tyrant fading as they continued to descend.
The teens leaned against the wall farthest from the door and caught their breath. That had been the closest to death they had ever been since they fell in that hole a while back. "Let's not do that again." she said after they managed to get their heart rates under control.
"Agreed." Ethan replied taking out his Beretta and swapping out the clip. He also took the time to reload his empty shotgun. "Let's also pray thay we don't run into that thing again." he said even through he knew differently, but hopefully by then they'd have the means to kill it.
"Agreed." said the medic even through her body was still trembling. The older teen put his shotgun aside and gathered her in his arms, holding her close to offer what comfort that he could despite the fact he was shaken too from the ordeal.
The elevator stopped, but neither of them paid it no mind as they drew strength from the contact between them. They pulled back and shared a brief kiss before looking each other in the eye. "We'll make it through this. I promise." Ethan whispered afraid to break the silence too much.
Rebecca looked unsure, but the conviction in his voice was hard to disprove. She threaded her fingers with his and nodded, she couldn't explain it, but the look in his eyes and the tone in his voice made her believe that they really could get through all of this.
Each taking a deep breath, they picked up their weapons and opened the door. The sound of rushing water greeting them as they stepped out into the sewer level of the complex.
X
Billy held on to the broken remains of an eroded support pillar, waves of the dark ice-cold water rushing past him. The current attempting to loosen his already numb fingers, but he held firm. Half conscious from his fall and nearly drowning, he attempted to assess his situation. But he could barely think at all.
He remembered the monkey latching on to him. Clawing at his back and arms, his back hitting the railing and falling hard into the grimy water below. He also remembered Ethan and Rebecca shouting his name, their voices fading as he was drawn under and swept away in the tide.
The infected animal was pulled off him in the current before he was slammed against an outcropping of rock. A sharp pain in his temple being evidence of that. And how he was here...where ever that was.
He was hurt, dizzy and lost. Definitely a bad place to be in a hostile environment. To his right, the waters gathered and roared, pushing through a pipe big enough to swallow him that lead into pitch darkness. To his left was a walkway suspended over swirling water, but it might as well have been ten clicks away from him. The water was too fast, too wild, and he wasn't in the best swimmer even on a good day.
So he held on, it was all he could do.
Minutes slipped by, but to him they might as well have been years. His eyes drooped, exhaustion finally catching up with him as he laid his head on the metal he was holding on to. 'Gotta stay awake...can't fall asleep...' he chanted to himself as he felt his legs going numb.
Then he heard something over the roaring waters. Lifting his heavy head slowly and turning toward the left where the door leading on to the walkway opened and two human figures stepped out.
"Billy! Billy you down here!" Relief flooded the soldier's body when he heard Ethan's voice coming from one of the two forms.
"Over...Over here." he tried to say, but his volume couldn't make it over the rushing waters around him. The two STARS leaned over the railing and caught sight of him. He was in a bad way, if they were trying to help him they'd have to come up with something.
"Billy look out!" Rebecca screamed. Aiming her weapon at something in the water. Looking around, the ex-Lieutenant caught sight of something moving long and dark moving fast in the water. Like a giant serpent, rushing straight toward his position.
Bam!Bam!Bam! Boom! Chuck-Click. Boom! Bam!Bam! The sounds of Rebecca's Beretta and Ethan's shotgun echoed over the water around them, each round hitting the water close to where the creature was slithering. One blast managed to hit whatever it was sending blood and water spraying into the air and whatever it was to hiss loudly before vanishing into the waves.
"Hang on Billy!" Ethan called out setting his weapon aside and climbing over the walkway's railing. Boots touching the steel support and testing its stability before he started making his way across slowly. One foot in front of the other as he closed the distance steadily.
Rebecca kept watch over the waters to see if the creature they'd been shooting at resurfaced. Luck happened to be on their side this time as the profiler reached Billy and grabbed one of his arms. "Come on, soldier-boy. Let's get you the fuck outta here." he said pulling the man from the water, slinging an arm over his shoulder as he started dragging him back toward the walkway.
"Sounds good to me..." Billy wheezed as they reached the platform. Rebecca helped him over the railing and set him on the metal floor so she could look him over. Checking his pulse and his head for anything serious.
After a while, she leaned back on her heels satisfied. "You seem to be okay, a slight concussion and hypothermia from the water temperature. But you should be okay in a little bit."
The ex-Lieutenant nodded slowly, looking at his companions and saw them a little worse for ware compared to the last time he had seen them. "Something happen while I've been down here?" he asked.
Looking to one another, the rookies turned back to him with grim expressions. "Long story, we'll explain once we're somewhere we can rest for a bit." said Ethan pulling Billy to his feet and helping him back the way they came, arm slung back over his shoulder as he practically dragged the older man once again and back out the door.
He felt like shit, but managed to at least stay upright as they traveled roughly eastward through the complex. The map had told them that they were in the water treatment facility, the seemingly endless maze of corridors and rooms big enough for anyone to get lost in if they didn't know where they were going.
They found an empty bunkroom and took the time to load up. Billy had lost the shotgun he had when he fell into the water, but the magnum Rebecca had found on the cable car was a good trade off. And a small box of ammo in the corner produced three speed-loaders of shells that he stuffed into his pockets.
Ethan had found two sealed jugs of water under the bed and they passed them around. The ex-Lieutenant drinking the most from dehydration. Now refreshed, and after dividing up their ammo so their weapons were full, they waited so that Billy could catch his breath and recover a bit from his trip through the sewer-rapids. The two STARS recounted what had happened since they had separated. Running into Bravo teams leader and their fight with the super-monster that nearly crushed them in its rampage.
The soldier was rather shocked at the turn of events, and the description they had given him about the towering nightmare that had tried to kill them was definitely something that he didn't want to run into.
After resting up for a good while, the trio armed up before heading out of Southern exit of the bunkroom.
Going through an industrial treatment room, then another, the rooms of the plant blurred together for them. Everywhere they looked the same, rusting metal walls and floors, pipe railings, huge walls with unknown equipment covered with dials and switches. Half the equipment was working and filling the rooms with blasts of mechanical sound.
The farther they went, the more they heard the loud rush of water getting closer. Big water, and when they passed through a massive pump-room that opened out into the chill of predawn. A walkway before them spanned across a huge damn.
Standing still a moment, looking out over the dark length of reservoir that ran alongside the building they'd emerged from, the crashing curtain of water that punctuated it at the far end making the sound too deafening for them to speak to one another. The walkway leading to another building which Ethan knew was they're way out.
"Bravo team probably passed through here and was nice enough to clear the path." he said when they stepped back into the pump-room, having to almost shout over all the noise around them.
"Enrico said they were going East, we're practically out of here already." said Rebecca.
"I thought you had said he took the elevator up?" Billy asked raising an eyebrow. The young medic blinked, her expression sagging realizing how tired she really was. Ethan patted her shoulder understanding exactly where she was coming from.
They turned toward the door leading out just as they heard the sound of splashing water that didn't belong to the blast of background noise.
Halfway down the walkway back in the pump room, the form of a tall, pale giant rose from the pool of water. Arms reaching out and grabbing the railing, bending the metal with its strength as it pulled itself from the pool and now stood on the walkway. The tips of its long, knife-like claws screeching against it.
'...oh you gotta be fucking kidding.' the traveler thought drawing his magnum. Billy doing the same as Rebecca took out her MP5. The Tyrant turned to them, the permanent grin on its face widening. It's once pure white body had a blackened burn on the left side, chunks of shrapnel sticking out of its flesh with long tears that dripped with blood and revealed dark muscle underneath.
This was included with the countless bullet holes that covered its form from its last encounter with the rookie STARS.
"Back up, this thing can't maneuver well when it gets moving. If we can get it away from the door, get it running we can get past it." said Ethan.
"How about we kill it?" offered Billy taking careful aim at the monster's rough-hewn face.
The older teen grabbed his shoulder, "Won't work, you'll just piss it off. What you're seeing is after several shotgun blasts, almost two clips of 9mm ammo and a frag grenade. This thing was built to take a beating."
Taking a step forward, the Tyrant lowered itself. Legs tense as though it were about to spring. "RUN!" Rebecca screamed and they took off like bats outta hell. Pivoting left where the walkway did heading the thundering ring of heavy footsteps running along metal, just before the monster's claws ripped down and across the wall at the corner. The tremendous shriek of thick metal curling like wood shavings from the attack that could have killed them.
Billy spun around and fired the heavy pistol as the Tyrant turned to them. Aiming for the exposed heart just under its flesh. A hole erupted in the thing's breast bone, not a direct hit but close. Blood poured from the hole down its thick chest. It howled in pain and rage, but sounded infinitely more deadly than it did before.
But a shot that should have knocked back an elephant didn't stop it.
"Keep moving!" Ethan shouted firing his own magnum and punching a couple more holes in the monster as they continued to move back. Rebecca's submachine gun chattering loudly over the rushing water as crimson fluid painted the Tyrant's body in various shades.
Blood splashing across the metal at its feet, the beast staggering a step forward to seemingly find its balance while its dead gaze focused on those shooting at it. The grin on its face seemed to stretch more, as though the Tyrant was laughing at their attempts.
Gritting his teeth, Ethan took better aim and fired. The slug missing its intended target and sending more blood flying. The monster screamed, whether from pain or rage he couldn't tell as he pulled the trigger again. "Dammit! Just! Fucking! DIE ALREADY!" he shouted as the revolver ran out and he switched to the shotgun.
The Tyrant crouched low, legs tensing as it prepared to charge again. 'We can't stop it...we don't have the fire power needed to take it down.' the profiler searched for anything that could give them an edge and came up empty. 'Nothing around here can help...' his gaze saw the way the monster was bent down and it hit him. Mentally kicking himself for not considering it before.
He aimed low and pulled the trigger without thinking twice.
Boom! The monster went down, emitting a cry of rabid fury. Clawing at the walkway and shearing at the metal with its talons as it tried to get up. The blast having blown out its right kneecap, but it still attempted to get at them. Like a death-machine that didn't have an off switch.
It managed to only slide itself partway into the water, the dark pool churning with pink foam as it struggled to get back out. But its bulk wouldn't allow it to move more than a few inches.
"Waste of ammo?" asked Billy reloading his magnum. Rebecca did the same for her submachine gun, loading in the last clip as she looked at the struggling monster with pity. Even though it had tried to kill them savagely, it was still one of Umbrella's victims. Someone who had once been a person but now had been turned into this...thing.
The soldier and medic looked to their companion as he approached the Tyrant as it slid into the water further. Its gaze leering up at him as it hissed through its teeth, the talons of its smaller arm slicing into the metal.
Ethan looked down at the monster with a combination of pity and anger. Holstering his shotgun and taking out the magnum, loading in a fresh speed-loader and pressing the barrel to its forehead. "I'm sorry." he said lowly before pulling the trigger. A second shot following to be sure.
The massive body slumped with two large holes punched through the back of its head. Slipping soundlessly into the pool of water and disappearing beneath the surface.
X
He closed his eyes as the vision through the many told him of the Proto-Tyrant's demise. The murderer was far craftier than he first believed. And his leadership over his companions was commendable...but it was all for naught.
The confrontation between them was inevitable at this point. And the trio of interlopers would know true pain before meeting their end at the hands of him and his children. The young man's blade-like smile spread across his face. The many slithered closer to him as if in anticipation.
A new day was coming, and none of them would ever see the sunrise again. Just like the good doctor that had lost his life to Umbrella...this facility would be their tomb.
A/N: The battle with the T-001 Tyrant is done, but the battle against the final boss is right around the corner. The final chapter in the RE0 storyline is next and if you're a fan of the series like I am then you know what's coming when the dust settles. Keep the reviews coming guys, I'm hoping to crest at least 20 before starting on the next arc of the story.
