Ok I'm right back on it i wish i could get more feedback on this but maybe if i update it more frequently it will at least show the dedication behind it. I figured if i don't get started on it now and asap it would be that much longer before i could update.

Sheva

Chris kept his gun trained on the woman, angry. "How is that even possible?" He demanded. "I want to know! What kind of sick freak of nature experiment brought you back? You're supposed to be dead!" Alexia laughed. Even though it was in Excella's voice it reminded him of the Aristocratic woman from before. "To tell you the truth, my little peasant cretin, there is a little bit of both of us in here. While this is Excella's body, my mind is the dominant one here but Excella is a live in here to a degree and she wants revenge. Our minds share this body and though I am the dominant mind, we still are one. Once we can make our minds a single one, we will truly be able to conquer the world."

Sheva questioned the aristocrat. "You can't honestly believe that! Even if what you say is true, Wesker rejected Excella. He considered her unfit for his new world. H'es just using you like he uses everybody!" Alexia laughed. "How do you explain me being here? And your partner was used by him too. Showing what a genius dear Albert was. How wrong I was to misjudge him! Obviously she did something right! Perhaps it was that her body was still somehow more intact than mine was. After all mine was blown to smithereens by the likes of you, Redfield. But Excella's was still at least full of fresh DNA samples. He had both my DNA and hers taken to that same place you thought Jill would be."

Sheva realized what she meant. That place where they had all those human beings in comatose states...Wesker was using all those bodies for a farm?! She had thought that a lot of it had been destroyed when she and Chris had fought that giant B.O.W. there but it had been there as they left all those lost lives that were now as good as dead unless the sick man behind it all needed them for himself.

Alexia continued, "When a suitable candidate was found for us, all that was left of my own DNA was bits and pieces of brain matter. It would be enough over time to have my brain and my mind carried on if the virus was used and if it had a human host to survive into. He submerged this sample of my DNA inside of a beaker of the progenitor virus. As for Excella, even in her deformed and mutated state, given her large carcass that you two created there was still more of her to salvage. As a result when the little project began, and our DNA took over that of the mindless host, we resembled her more but the brain in power was my own."

She the haughtily said, "However I was given one unique ability. Seeing as we have tried this mind transplant experiments with several subjects, I have the unique ability should I so desire to mold Excella's host to look more like my own. I believe dear Albert preferred blondes. Perhaps that was why he took an interest in me," She then smiled wickedly and pointed out, "That is also why you found Jill looking quite different than when you last saw her."

This enraged Chris to the point where he wanted to shoot her. Sheva urged him not to. The feeling of her hand on his arm calmed him slightly just enough to not lose his cool but he still was angry. "Watch your mouth you spoiled, stuck up little bitch!" He screamed.

She laughed again at his rage. "This is why you peasants could never run the world. You could only be fit to be slaves. As worker ants. You let your emotions take control of your mind when you should do the opposite. Come now, Chris, did you honestly think that in three years of being with him Wesker never put his hands on your precious Jill?"

Sheva could see her words were torturing him. "Why do you care what Albert wanted? When he tried to talk to you before, you rejected him," Alexia smiled this time, at least not laughing. "The project that was put forth in bringing me back was not completed until after Albert's death but my dear, Albert...he had somebody helping him all along. The other Wesker child. The only other Wesker child. He ensured that all of Albert's work was done even if he himself had left Oswald Spencer before Albert decided to kill him."

Sheva knew who she was talking about. She had read up reports on everything she could about who Albert Wesker was and who Spencer had been. A good BSAA agent had to know these things. "Alex? I thought he had disappeared. And why would they collaborate if Albert was trying to recreate Umbrella in his own image and Alex had left it in 2006?"

Alexia was forthcoming with her answer. "Because they had in their own minds, a common father if you will, and a common oppressor. Alex left him and Albert killed him. Both were betrayals. That is how once I came to I knew that Albert truly was fit to be an Ant King. He disposed of the man who had been like a father to him ever since he left the home of his natural family. He did to his father what me and my dear brother, did to our own wretched father. That was when I knew Albert was fit to share this world with me after all and for him to want a true queen, me Alexia Ashford, to share it, was an honor. He was worthy of the virus's power after all!"

Chris snorted. "Sorry to burst your bubble, queenie but Albert is dead. So unless you're into necrophilia which I'm sure you did when you found Alfred dead, you don't have a king. You're just a crazy bitch trying to fuck up the world. Just like Ada Wong."

Alexia snapped, "How dare you speak ill of my dear brother! I shall have your crude tongue cut from your mouth. You'd do well to learn your place in the hierarchy of the new world. Not that I will allow you to survive. Alas for now, I am a queen with out a king and a brother. All the same the queen must take control and watch over her time all will be set right again. It is a pity your wretched sister is not here in this pitiful excuse for a country. Then I could kill you both."

Chris had to know one thing. "What is wrong with my old partner, Piers? He's supposed to be dead too what did you do to him?" He demanded. "Well, my dear boy, contrary to what you BSAA types think, not all who have the power of the virus lose their minds. I did not and neither did he. The man who saved your life from imminent death was brought to us. He survived even when the underwater base did not. His DNA is quite a marvel. We could not determine if he is inferior or superior. The fact that he did not attack you when he injected himself is remarkable. So we restored his body and we've tried to get inside that brain of his."

She sneered, "What we found out was even more astonishing but you shall see for yourself soon enough. Though I do plan to kill you, I will not do so until you have seen what we have in store for your friend. His role in this world to come is bigger than you think. He made the transition from being an insignificant BSAA agent to somebody who will matter when the time is right. But all in due time. Now if you'll excuse me, I really must be going."

Chris pointed the Sig at her and shook his head. "Fuck waiting. If there's going to be killing let's get it over with!" He fired a shot from his handgun and hit her in the side of the neck. She touched the wound and it bled all over her hand.

She dug the slug out of her neck with her own finger nails which would have killed anybody else but her she simply tossed the slug out of her wound and cast it aside. The wound began to slowly heal. She looked over at Chris and with a wicked grin, flung her blood at him as a little kid might after wetting their hands in the sink.

The blood became flammable as it was in mid air and Sheva barely dodged it. It caught Chris on his left arm as well as his back as he tried to dodge it too. He cried out and writhed in agony and dropped to the ground rolling to try to get the flames put out. Excellaa retreated. Sheva fired a few rounds after her but the woman got around a corner and out of sight. Sheva could have followed but she needed to make sure Chris was okay, as he was still trying to roll out the flames. Sheva lifted her shirt up to get ready to smother the flames with it.

He got them out fairly easy. Sheva ran to her partners side. "Chris, are you all right?" She retrieved a green herb which she mixed up to use on him. He had a burn on his arm but his hand had got the worst of it. She used the green herb and rubbed it into the wound. She got some gauze out from the medical kit as well and bandaged his hand up and part of his arm.

He blushed and then, her face went warm as she was showing her bare flat stomach and part of her bra. She was in shape and she knew she looked good but she had not intended to...well...strip tease! He had even stared for a moment but politely averted his eyes as soon as he realized he was. What had the older man been thinking, staring at her bare bronze skin? There's no time to think of that now... She thought to herself.

Embarrassed, the younger agent put them back on. "I wasn't...I was just going to try to smother the flames..." Chris chuckled. "No worries, Sheva. I know."

He eased her embarrassment and looked at her with a smile of gratitude. "Thanks, Sheva. I don't know what I'd do without you," She sheepishly smiled back. "Don't mention it, partner. It's what we do. Let's go after her!" He got up to his feet and seemed grateful that though it hurt to move his hand at all he could still manage to pull the trigger.

They ran after her and she readied her AK as she heard hostiles coming their way. They were not zombies they were infected civilians but functioned like Majinis not like zombies yet they were not J'avo. Chris drew a bead on two of them with the Sig and shook his head saying, "Looks like Umbrella really pulled out all the stops didn't they?"

He fired off six rounds and hit the carrier, a female majini with shorter hair. She was carrying two knives. Sheva let off ten rounds but was careful picking her targets. She hit one carrier in the knee cap, a man with fair skin and blue eyes. She also hit another next to him, a man who was an Afro Caribbean elderly man. The rounds from the AK hit the older man in the chest, back and one even in the neck. Blood stained his graying beard as four of the six rounds had hit him.

He went down to the ground, dropping his cattle prod he was carrying. He growled both in rage and pain staring at Sheva with angry glowing eyes. She gave the old man a kick and he hit the ground fully sprawling on his stomach. Sheva unsheathed her knife and brought it into the center of his back. She cut his spinal cord as the blade penetrated through his back. The other carrier came at her, already on his feet and he swung a club at her but she barely dodged it. As he lurched forward, Sheva stuck the knife into the sweet spot in the back of his head where the spine met the brain.

He was dead before he hit the ground. The woman Chris had shot got up, and even without the two knives threw blows at his head and chest. He grunted with each blow but he brought the pistol to her mouth and fired again. Chris emptied the pistol at three more carriers dropping them all. He reloaded and announced, "I got two mags left! I need to find some ammo for the Rifle!" Sheva nodded, "Got it! Try and find some! I'll cover you!"

An infected soldier came at Chris as he reloaded and Chris fired three shots into the man's skull. The first hot took his helmet off and the next two hit the man in the left head exploded in a manner too extreme for the type of handgun he was using so Chris knew what this meant. Whichever kind of infected carrier this was be it a ganado, a majini, a Javo or whatever it was, it still was able to mutate much like the ones back in Edonia and China had when a certain amount of damage was done to it.

It began to mutate and crystallize. Four carriers ran after Chris and she unloaded the AK on them hitting them in the back. She ran up to the two that had not died and were merely wounded. She brought her boot down on one of them, a Criollo male who had been shot both in the side of the face, the back and the side of the head. She killed him with a single kick. The other, a woman of about forty years old or so with a wrinkled face, tried to grab her even as he was wounded.

Sheva hit her with the butt of the rifle and cracked her head open. She did this two more time until the woman stopped moving and lay in her own blood and filth. The soldier Chris had shot had come from its cocoon and mutated into what he recognized as a Glava-Smech. He barely dodged an attack by it and he retreated falling back and fired eight shots at it. He equipped the Assault Rifle and aimed down his sights at it as he tried to stay several feet away from the mutated B.O.W.

He let off twelve rounds into the thing's center. Sheva had not seen every single mutation that the J'avo models had. She had read it but not seen it. Chris let another eight rounds off hitting the thing in what had once been its head. Finally it dropped dead as he pulled the pin lobbed an incendiary grenade at it. There was several hostiles coming at them and the thing that astonished Sheva was that it was both rebels and soldiers. They were the kind of virus infected carrier that could function on a human level of intelligence in every single way except for having control over ones actions.

They had firearms and were aiming at Sheva and Chris. Chris grabbed her arm and pulled her down a back way. They ran down what was a small intersection as the carriers chased after them firing. They began to sprint as they did not want to get caught up in the gunfire. They found an abandoned old truck in the middle of the street and took cover behind it but not before Chris covered them so that they did not advance any further.

He fired off the rest of the magazine and hit one of them wounding him but did not kill him. He saw the man fall own but was still moving. A rebel carrier shouted something in Spanish to the others and they all, even the infected soldiers listened. They took cover themselves behind a few fruit stands. The ALF member that had done this fired an MP5 trying to get them. Chris reloaded and decided to use his handgun again. The carrier in the middle of the street got up holding his bloodied arm.

Chris fired from the side of the truck and he fired his pistol five times, hitting the man with three of them. Two rounds hit him in the stomach and another went through his shoulder. The man fell down and Sheva reloaded her weapon but got her Beretta out instead. She fired her pistol winging an infected carrier who was neither a rebel or a soldier. He had a shotgun that he had likely acquired from a dead police officer.

Sheva fired and hit him in the forearm and the man came out, enraged ready to fire his shotgun. He fired and she took cover again and blasted the windshield and the left window out. She fired back and hit the man with a head shot. Sheva sat down near the tire and shouted, "Im running low! We'll need to hit them, Chris!"

Chris replied, "Same here! I'm running low. It seems like we're using up ammo as soon as we get it," Just then, more Assault Rifle fire and took all of them out. These were all well aimed shots but the weapon was set to Semi Automatic fire. Chris looked to see who it was and he saw that same guy Miguel he had met earlier holding a smoking M4A1.

He was standing on the roof of a low rise house. "I told you I'd help you two out!"

Sheva held a a thumbs up. "Thanks for the assist! We can use all the help we can get," She meant it too. Some days she wondered if it was actually safer to be in the Special Operations Unit rather than be a Special Operations , they did the serious investigations while the SOU was recon and fire and man power but the numbers were more appropriate. The SOU was just as well trained as they were but they needed two agents sometimes even one to do the infiltration and investigations and espionage.

He jumped down from the position and he said, "You helped me, I help you. Things are getting crazy here. I'm surprised the infection hasn't spread to the rest of the country. I hope it doesn't reach San Juan. I don't know what you guys are doing so far or how well you're doing but I think the infection may have spread to other cities."

Chris was stressed regarding what he had to tell him. "Miguel...I have some bad news. I talked to HQ and they got word from the president. If we don't stabilize the situation with the B.O.W's here in 48 hours they're going to completely destroy this place. Listen, i know you have your war for independence from the States and that's fine but since B.O.W.'s are involved the BSAA had to get involved."

Miguel had alarm in his brown eyes. "What are you saying to me? Destroy it how? What did you do?" Sheva backed her partner up. "We didn't do anything. It's the president. These orders came from the top. The BSAA may be independent of any one country aside from our regional affiliations but since Puerto Rico is still on U.S. soil the government gave us an ultimatum. We have to stop this threat or they will."

Miguel cast his gaze downward. "They're just looking for any excuse to level this place! With a missile, right? It isn't just the fact that the B.O.W's are here. It's also convenient that they can also take out a major threat to them at the same time. Then there'd be nobody to question what they did. Take out us rebels, the civilians, pull their troops out, lots of us dead people. At best, we're considered collateral and it would be justified because they took out the B.O.W's. Unbelievable!"

Sheva readied her pistol. "We still have time. We've got a little less than two days to do it. Is there anywhere that there might be any civilians hiding out from the chaos? Somewhere they could take shelter?" Miguel thought about it. "There's a cathedral in town.. If there is any of them, they'd be hiding in there. I just hope the civilians don't get wiped out there has been enough death here."

He then said, "Listen, I need to get back to my comradas but I'll run it by them. Tell them what you just told me. I'll even try and explain to them that the BSAA aren't here to take sides. Just to take out the demonios on the island. The only thing is, I need your word it isn't the BSAA's intention or idea to level our town. That's the only way I can even begin to try and reason with them. Maybe if I can get my compadres in the ALF to hear me out on this, we can temporarily take a break between shooting it out with the we can get a lot of us to just try and take out all these things, maybe we can speed up your job a little faster?"

Sheva smiled. "That would be much appreciated. We're not saying don't continue with your struggle but right now there are more important things at stake. If you are a revolutionary now for the people of this country, then you're sole duty is to protect the people of this town and island."

Chris shook hands with Miguel saying, "I promise you, they aren't going to neutralize this place if I have anything to say about it. They're talking about whether or not they'll have to nuke New York too. They're giving New York City a little more time than Aldea Oceana but not by much seeing as the population is a hell of a lot higher there. We'll have to be on our way to stop the infection there if we can. So I'm sorry to say, it may take Terra Save a bit to get here for a few days after we cleaned the mess up. The red cross might have to do for now."

Miguel seemed to breathe easier with that. "Good. This was my first trip to the home of my ancestors and it ended up being a war zone but I' glad it ended up this way. My people needed me and I was here to help them. Even if I do nothing else with my life, if I don't finish college and graduate at least I've done what I can here. Then again I don't think that could happen even if we stop all the bad stuff here. If New York is infected too then my campus and dorm room is probably in pieces."

Sheva wished she could say anything that would help cheer him up. He was clearly young probably not by too many years more than her. She had a question she needed to ask him. "Miguel...did you see a woman in a dress? Caucasian, dark brown hair tied back, blue eyes, rather um...busty?"

He nodded. "Si. I saw a woman like that. I was thinking she wasn't from here. She's not from here that's for sure. She looks a little too rich to be around these parts. Maybe she's another tourist?" Sheva shook her head. "She's a very dangerous Bio Terrorist. If you can inquire with any of your friends about who brought the virus to the island, what anybody knows about Neo Umbrela, that could help us get to the bottom of this."

Chris backed her up in what she was saying, "We thought we'd killed her. Twice," In a way it was funny how he said it but true. "We think she's assisting Neo Umbrella and they're the ones selling bio weapons to one of the sides on this island or maybe both. I want to be able to rule out the rebels on being behind this but we need to be a hundred percent sure none of your comrades bought any of them to use against their enemies."

Miguel agreed. "I can find out about that too. I'll let you guys know," As the rebel started to head off Chris called to him, "Miguel!" The guy came back toward him. "Yeah?" Chris warned him, "We got a man on the inside. He's BSAA. If I tell you who he is, I need your word that no harm will come to him. Can you make sure of that? I gave you my word I would try and stop this place from being leveled. Can you help me with that?"

Miguel shrugged then nodded. "Yeah, I don't see why not. But why do you care? Is he an old boyfriend of yours or something?" Chris rolled his eyes and Sheva smiled. The kid was definitely a New Yorker all right. "Very funny, smart ass. No. He's a good friend of somebody I care about a lot. A friend of hers is a friend of mine, understand?"

Miguel impatiently nodded, "All right, man who is it?" Chris told him, "His name is Carlos Oliveira."

Miguel seemed shocked by this. "Really? The Colombian? That hombre was cool! Here i was thinking he was an ALF member from there. The story he told us was he's trying t start his own chapter back home. Even if he isn't for real You do know there are other ALF factions all over the Americas right? We've even got some members in the states. Anyways, mano, we aint terrorists and we aint bad guys. We just want to liberate indigenous land."

He started to go but said, "Like a lot of people from the Caribbean I'm pretty mixed culturally. I'm literally a third African, a third Spanish and a third native. But I identify with my Taino roots you know? Even the term boricua is Taino in origins. I don't know if you know our history very well, Chris but this is where Columbus landed. This is where he massacred our people, the same people that greeted him and took him and his men and fed them."

It was obvious from his features. His hair was wavy almost to the point where it was curly due to his African blood yet his facial features were like that of an Indian warrior. Yet he spoke Spanish. He was the representation of the history of this small island. Yet he had chosen to identify with the underdog. Nothing wrong with that. Sheva thought to herself.

Chris corrected him on one thing. "Carlos was a guerrilla fighter. He maybe working with us now but before he was twenty one years old he was a rebel back in his country. All the people he knew but him got wiped out according to him. He was part of Umbrella for a short time but he sided with us. We're not the bad guys either, Miguel and not all Americans would agree with what the government has done around the world."

Miguel sighed and just gave a nod to indicate he understood Agent Redfield.

He turned around in the direction he was headed to and said, "Your partner, she's been through this kind of sit before. I can tell. She's got the look about her. Just remember one thing mi Americano amigo. You may not agree with what we're doing or maybe you do. Or maybe you don't care. But this war has been a long time coming. We're just trying to right the wrong that's been done."

With that, he was off as swiftly as he had come. Sheva watched him leave and she asked, "Do you think he will be all right?" Chris didn't know. "I'm not sure. That's always the risk of being involved in a revolution. You don't know if you're going to live or die. Let's just hope he comes through for us. I hope he doesn't blow Carlos's cover either. We took a risk even telling him but it'd be good if we had an ally on the outside. Somebody who knows their way around the island."

They began to head toward the old church. They saw that there was a battle not too long ago. There was blood and bodies all over. Most of those shot had been US soldiers. There was one dead body that was a rebel. He had been shot in the chest. Sheva spotted a dead body that had been beheaded. "Oh God...it's getting ugly here. Somebody was very angry with this poor fellow."

Chris exhaled. "Nothing we can do for them now, I'm afraid," They looted the dead bodies for ammo. Sheva found ammo for her Assault Rifle on the dead rebel and she also found a handgun which was the same caliber that Chris used. He was in luck as he found more magazines on the dead soldiers. They went up to the entrance of the door after they stocked up.

Chris took cover on the left side of the door and Sheva on the right. He slowly opened the door keeping the Sig ready to fire. He discovered it was locked. He tried again and this time he began ramming it with his shoulder. "Son of a bitch," He muttered.

Somebody from inside said something and another person responded. He heard the cocking of guns inside. Chris only knew basis Spanish if even that. He yelled inside, "Soy Americano! Not an enemy! I'm just here to help!" They heard this and began saying something in Spanish he still did not understand. He hoped they were not hostile and that they had still managed to avoid being infected. The church door was unlocked and a dark skinned balding man with a mustache pointed a pistol at them.

"¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" He demanded. He was not infected but he was scared and was packing. He was obviously a member of the church. The man switched to English which Chris was grateful he knew. Just as he was starting to wish Carlos would show up or that he had told Miguel to stick around a minute. "What do you want from us? We're not getting involved with the war."

Sheva was a bit relieved too that the guy understood. She told him, "We're not soldiers. We're with the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. Those things that have been destroying this place, that's what we're here for. We don't want anything to do with the war. Same as you all. How many people are in there?"

The man looked hesitant to say anything at all but he said, "We've got at least twenty people, maybe more. We're trying to stay in here to get away from the fighting and the monsters. We understand the reasons why this war is happening but many of our flock just want to live normal lives. They want to survive without having to fight. But we will defend our people from those demons. Just, no war..."

Chris explained to the man what they were there to do and summed up what would happen to the town in a manner of time if they didn't do all that they needed to. "Listen, is this church safe? From all of those things, I mean. We're trying to do what we can out there but we can't guarantee your safety with just the two of us. We may need to evacuate all of the people here. We expect more fire fights between the rebels and the soldiers plus there are more B.O.W's here than we can count."

The man looked at him with confusion. "B.O.W? What does this mean?" Chris shot Sheva smile that said If-Had-A-Nickel. He explained it to the man as simply and briefly as he could. The man let them in and he said, "We just called them demonios. They certainly act and look like them. Like something out of one of your Hollywood movies, yes?"

The man introduced himself. "I am Padre Guzman. These are my flock. We have a few people who are armed to protect the congregation but they serve the lord not the government or the rebels. Some have been saying that we should fear the demons more than the soldiers on either side."

As they talked, Chris contacted HQ to see if they could get some evacuation for the civilians. He was told to stand by.

Sheva agreed with that. "Whoever told you this was right. The president gave us a 48 hour window to neutralize the great in this area. They must fear that it could possibly spread to Miami. The problem is the infection has already reached US soil. We will do what we can to stop them from leveling this village but we thought you should know there's a chance they might anyway to take care of both the infection and the rebellion."

The man looked at her with fear in his eyes. "Por que?" Sheva was pained to tell him but knew she needed to. "I'm sorry...they're planning to send a missile to level this place. We have less than two days to do this. Otherwise they'll destroy this place."

Just then, they heard a scream. A few shots rang out in the church. They ran to the source of the noise and an explosion sounded off. A man with a chainsaw was coming toward them, a hole had been blasted in the wall. Sheva noticed a US soldier had provided the charges to blow up the wall. He was a US soldier who had been infected of course, but not by the C virus gas but by direction injection. What Sheva did not understand was how so many could be infected by the C virus when surely nobody had directly applied the drug. It was without a doubt, she realized, that the zombies were the B.O.W's that were resulted from the gas.

So how could so many J'avo or whatever the hell these things were, be infected without direct application? What did Neo Umbrella do to cause such a mass epidemic? As several infected carriers made their way through the hole in the wall, Chris and Sheva knew to keep their distance from the B.O.W. with the chainsaw. A black man in a leather jacket and cargo pants was firing a pistol at the chainsaw wielding majini. To her, they would always be majinis even if they weren't because that was what they were called in her native tongue.

She fired at two majinis as they came at her, hitting them as they were closer than the chainsaw majini was. Chris hit a majini with his M-16 variant. He needed to reload himself, she figured. Sheva fired her M92F as rapidly as she could and ejected the empty mag as a few more bodies dropped.

The local in the leather jacket kept firing at the chainsaw majini shooting for his head. Ideally, this would have been enough but these were not ideal circumstances. The carrier brought the chainsaw to his neck. The blade's noise made even more noise as it sawed through his neck all the way to his collar bone. The man shrieked in agony. Sheva attempted to help him retrieving her Kalashnikov. She fired off twelve rounds in the side of the thing, hitting it.

The thing grunted and withdrew the sawing blade from the man. His arm barely hung on from a piece of ripped muscle. The color in the man's face had gone due to blood loss and he was as pale as Chris was. He stopped screaming as he went into shock and collapsed at the carrier's feet. It now focused on Sheva. More carriers forced their way into the church and began attacking church members, both armed and unarmed.

A woman screamed as she was bludgeoned to death by a carrier with a hammer. A man was crawling in pain trying to get away as both a male and female majini jabbed at his helpless body with pitch forks. The priest, Guzman, was firing his pistol like a mad man, seemingly in desperation, hitting carriers but he was going through his ammo quicker than Sheva would have. "Be gone! Demonios go back to hell where you belong!"

One of the congregation members had accessed the second floor of the church by climbing up a wooden ladder. He jumped from the wooden walkway onto the cathedral chandelier. Though it was swinging he was drawing a bead on a carrier and he fired with a Sniper Rifle. He took its head clean off in an explosion of red mist. He aimed at the man with the chainsaw too and fired two rounds into his back.

A nun was being attacked by a man with a butcher knife but Father Guzman fired three shots into the thing's back side and it staggered wounded and he yelled something to the nun in Spanish, which Sheva assumed he had said something along the lines of "Get near the ones with the guns"

The church member fell from his post on the top of the ceiling as he took a crossbow bolt in the chest from a carrier. He fell and the arrow went deeper into his chest. Chris switched his Rifle to semi auto and was firing five rounds into the chainsaw wielding enemy. "So much for that!" The guy got up from the floor surprisingly, but then he was hit by twenty one rounds from one of the soldiers who was infected. Sheva fired her Assault Rifle into the chest of that carrier. Seven rounds hit it in the abdomen. Five did not make it through but two did.

Chris fired his rounds at the thing and hooked it. It screamed both in rage and in agony. Meanwhile two more members of the church were cut down by hostiles. Sheva did a back flip kick on the soldier and sent him flying back. Sheva fired at both the downed soldier and the chainsaw majini, firing what she knew was well over the usual capacity of thirty rounds as she estimated she had fired a little over thirty five into the back of the B.O.W.

The rounds hit it in the back and she had hoped it had hit him in the spine but it either did and it made no difference since it was an abnormal creature anyway or it missed by some fucked up twist of shitty luck. She rammed him with the butt of the rifle in the back of the head and gave him a hard roundhouse. "Come on you ugly bastard! Just die already!"

It staggered in a rage as its chainsaw was lodged into a wall of the church. It needed to jerk itself bought them a little time. Sheva was going to assist Chris and finish it off with a head shot but she was grabbed from behind by a majini and she struggled to get free but could not shake it off. The majini, a male, with gray hair and a graying beard threw her to the floor. He had a chain which he hit her with and she felt pain in both her face, her right arm and the left side of her cheek. She felt blood from a cut on her cheek. She tried to get up but it wrapped the chain around her throat attempting to choke her. It was working.

She felt the air leave her mouth and her lungs felt like they would explode as the thing proceeded to strangle her with the weapon. Chris saw this and was about to come assist but the chainsaw majini had broken free and was trying to swing on him. His rifle clashed with the blade and sparks flew everywhere. Chris was just barely out of the chainsaw's reach and he tried to struggle with it and get around it.

It swung wildly like a mad man and the thing knocked him down but luckily had not hit him with the blade. He was on the floor but he had a clean shot at where Sheva was. He saw a majini with a sledge hammer walking toward her to finish the African woman as she struggled for air, for dear life.

He fired and the last of his rounds in the mag hit the thing in the right leg and left knee cap. It howled holding its wounds and dropped to the ground. He reloaded trying to get to his partner and yelled, "Hang on, Sheva! I'm gonna get to you!" He narrowly dodged the chainsaw's swinging blade and if he hadn't, it would have decapitated him.

He rolled away trying to reload in a hurry. Sheva felt her vision going dark and her strength leaving her as the majini with the chain on her growled violently as it tried to kill her. Just then, a shot rang out and the majini was hit in the face The priest had come to her aid. "Are you all right, seniorita?" She gasped for air as he got the chain off of her. Sheva nodded. "I thought i was done for..."She rasped.

Chris had dropped his Rifle while trying to dodge the chainsaw. He now had only his pistol which he was firing as much as he could. She had to help him. He had found some handgun ammunition but God only knew how long that would hold him off especially against one of these, the same type they had faced way too many of back in Africa.

She fired her rounds into the back of its head, shooting it in the brain stem. It howled and she fired away, angrily until the rounds stopped firing and it clicked empty. It fell to the ground dead, none of the back of its head intact. It's head had literally imploded. The majini slashed something at several majinis and yelled, "The power of Christ compels you!" Sheva told him honestly, "That's not going to work on them!" Guzman smirked, "The hell it won't!"

He lit a lighter and tossed it at them. This lit nine majinis on fire and caused a blockade between the majnis outside trying to get in and the remaining civilians whose numbers had significantly decreased. Sheva reloaded her Rifle but decided to use the M92F for the rest of the majinis. Sheva saw that the soldier whom she she had shot was back on his feet and had a grenade in hand. He pulled the pin and she drew a bead on him. He sneered and tossed it into a group of about three of four people.

She fired two shots and one hit him but that was all it took. He went down , blood pouring from the bullet wound in his forehead but before she could put another in him just to be sure, the deafening blast filled the church of and Chris was thrown back as was she. Two of the civilians had been blown apart and were dead, the other two were missing limbs and crying in pain.

Chris lay on the ground his eyes open, but he was not moving. He was still. Too still. Sheva felt her heart race and she shouted, her voice hoarse from her near death experience. "No! CHRIS!"

OK that was a shorter chapter but i figured if anybody is going to read this damn thing they might see this, think it looks good and read it. But if you do read and review please don't only do one or two chapters! I need feedback on all of it! I'm actually making this chapter so much shorter so that it will give me a bit more of a window to update and review I'm just chopping it in pieces at this point. Which is not to say that I won't make other chapters longer I usually do but I thought this should buy me a little time. I'm hurting for reviews though so if this catches your eye please do.

As for Alexia I always thought she and Albert would have been good together and if she had heard him out she would have found that they weren't different at all. And the bit with Excella, well I always thought the concept of two minds in one body while the body itself only belongs to one mind was interesting. Just saw it on True Blood heheheh sorry no spoilers intended if you watch that!

So any how, if this catches on to somebody looking for something to read maybe if nothing else it will be simply cause it's on top if it's most recently updated :P

Orale.

Talk at ya later. Sorry for the cliff hanger it will make more sense in the next chapter and also, I will have Miguel speaking on behalf of the BSAA to his compadres in the ALF. That's Amerindian Liberation Front, a pan Indigenous revolutionary group.. Far as i know the group itself doesn't exist but i wish it did and hope it does someday!

If it seems I'm going OOC with Carlos or anyone let me know but Carlos i aint he really was a guerrilla fighter before his UBCS days so it's in his blood. His only issue is he wants to make sure the ALF isn't using B.O.W.'s simply to gain independence from the US.

See ya!

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