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Return
Chris looked around carefully as they walked through the replica of Racoon City. It was massive. About three miles across, and a perfect replica, including a crashed motorcycle that Leon said he'd seen there. It was an incredible level of attention to detail in order to perfectly recreate the city, but it was setting everyone's teeth on edge. They'd had to fight their way through multiple groups of infected already, and they were starting to run low on ammo. And yet, they still had yet to find any of the infected they were looking for.
"So, who did you see?" Jake asked.
"Your father, for one," Chris said. "Now Krauser's up here somewhere, and we saw a creature called U3."
"U3?" Sherry asked.
"It's a huge infected with four legs, tentacles, and a bladed Las Plagas parasite growing out of its back," Leon said. "It's ridiculously hard to kill, too. I had to drop it off a cliff and drop a few tons of metal on it to get it done."
"How do we kill that here?" Sherry asked.
"We'll have to drop a building on it," Jake said.
"We're going to have to blow this place up anyway, so if we can keep it trapped, that should take care of it," Chris said.
The others all nodded just as a shriek echoed to their left. They all turned, only for a grey blur to streak past, crashing into Leon and Helena smashing them into a building beside them, a church.
"Leon!" Chris shouted.
"Helena!" Sherry gasped.
"You seem to have lost a step, Chris," a voice behind them said, making him spin, his Bushmaster roaring to life, only for Wesker to easily avoid the shots again and again, walking toward them as he blurred around the projectiles. "You know better than that, Chris. Come now, don't you remember me at all?"
"Too well!" Chris growled.
He stopped shooting, and Wesker smirked, standing up straight again just in time to spin, catching Jake's fist, grinning.
"The prodigal son," Wesker smirked, then spun, using one hand to hurl Jake across the road into another building.
Chris roared in effort, once again beginning to spray at Wesker. However, after a second, his gun clicked and stopped firing. Chris's eyes widened and Wesker smirked.
"Oh, Chris," Wesker smirked, raising his hand. "You really have forgotten me."
Three Uroboros tentacles burst from Wesker's forearm, streaking over to Chris, Sherry, and Jill. Two of them batted Jill and Sherry aside before all three wrapped around Chris, lifting him into the air by the throat and arms, beginning to constrict.
Leon groaned as he and Helena began to push themselves up, both staring at Deborah. She snarled ferally, watching them from the next floor up as she ran her hands over her body, three spiked tentacles hovering behind her.
"I forgot how hard she hits," Leon groaned, pushing himself to his feet with Helena.
Just as Helena opened her mouth to respond, Deborah crashed down in between them, two of her tentacles striking outward and slamming into them, hurling them both backward. Both groaned as they began to scrape themselves up.
"Helena, I know it's going to hurt all over again-" Leon began.
"We're killing her!" Helena said firmly. "My sister's already dead. I don't know who this is, but they're going to die."
Leon nodded, drawing his pistol, only to take yet another blow to the chest. Helena fired at Deborah, but she flipped over the shots, then tackled Helena to the ground as she landed, one of her tentacles bursting into the air over her, pulling back as Helena struggled to get free.
Agent crashed to the ground hard, a sobbing groan escaping him as his broken elbow slammed into the ground, his Glock skidding away. Sheva shouted in fear, and Agent hurled himself to the side on pure instinct, only barely escaping the massive creature that had been chasing them for three floors now. They were a good way into the top floors of the last facility before the control room, but they had failed miserably at escaping or killing this creature, which Agent assumed must be U3, based on its appearance and the number of bullets and grenades it had already survived. In fact, Agent was completely out of ammo, and Sheva was down to her last magazine. However, they had a chance now, a least to trap it. Ahead of them was a massive, steel bulkhead door, one that would easily weigh multiple tons. If they could get it to drop on top of U3, they might even kill it. As such, Agent was the bait, and Sheva was running for the switch to drop the bulkhead, accessible on an upper level U3 had just thrown Agent off of and then chased him from.
Agent groaned, hobble-running toward the door, U3 stalking after him, a chittering, almost laugh-like sound echoing from it as it kept pace with Agent at a walk. After a moment, its tentacle slammed into him, hurling him into the side of the doorframe, breaking several ribs, and Agent shouted in pain, gasping for breaths but only getting faint wheezes. He dragged himself away from the gate as fast as he could, spots dancing before his eyes, and U3 slowly stalked after him. Then, finally, the massive Las Plagas parasite on its back lunged, only for the door to drop like a guillotine. U3 shrieked as the door exploded down partway along the Las Plagas, also connecting just behind its arms. Its bones shattered, its flesh burst, and blood sprayed out of it. It thrashed and shrieked for several long minutes before finally falling still. Immediately, Sheva sprinted over to Agent, hauling him to his feet quickly and hurrying away from U3. Agent also sensed the danger of staying, so he struggled to ignore the agony of moving, allowing her to half-carry him away from the room. Once they were in the next stairwell, Sheva set Agent against the wall gently, Agent groaning.
"You lost your gun," she said finally, leaning on the railing to catch her breath.
Agent shook his head. "Not important. I'm...out of ammo."
Sheva nodded.
"Is this...how these jobs normally go?" Agent wheezed.
Sheva shook her head. "This is different. It feels like...I don't know...a culmination. Like everything's been leading up to this."
Agent nodded. "Great time for me to join." He sighed. "I don't think I'm going to survive this."
Sheva shook her head, kneeling down and lifting his head to make him look at her. "I'm not going to let you die here."
Agent smiled, nodding, but it faded after a few seconds, Agent staring down the stairs. "What does the map show is next?"
Sheva pulled up the map, zooming in on the facility they were in. "The rest of the levels are all connected. There's a huge open section down the middle, and it looks like there are elevators and catwalks along the inside."
Agent sighed. "I like the sound of elevators, but it sounds like we're about to be in hell."
Sheva nodded. After another minute, she sat beside Agent to rest and catch her breath.
Jake slammed a fist into Wesker, sending him staggering away. Wesker's tentacles whipped Chris around, hurling him at Jake, only for Jake to catch him and set him down. Chris began to reload instantly as Jake sprinted forward, striking at Wesker quickly. Wesker began to block and deflect his strikes, smirking arrogantly. However, just as he caught Jake by the throat and lifted him, a hail of pistol bullets began to slam into him from Jill and Sherry. He shouted in pain, dropping Jake, and Jake dove to the side as Wesker began to avoid the bullets. However, just as they both stopped shooting, a flashbang Jake had dropped went off. Wesker shouted in pain, staggering backward, holding his hands to his eyes, and Chris began to spray him. Wesker shouted in pain, staggering back even more until Chris fired a grenade into his chest, the explosion sending him streaking backward through the glass front of a store and into the shelves, which collapsed on him instantly. All three using guns reloaded hastily, Jake cracking his knuckles.
"This is going to be a headache," Jake growled as Wesker stood, hurling the shelves off, a dozen tenacles extended from his back and his eyes shimmering.
"We probably won't be killing him before we run out of ammo," Jill said. "We need to make sure he gets caught in the self-destruct."
"Agreed," Chris nodded.
Leon rammed his shoulder into Deborah's side, the tentacle aimed to impale Helena through the head instead stabbing down into the ground beside her. Helena bucked up against Deborah as Leon dragged her sideways, throwing her off, and raised her pistol, only for a second and third tentacle to slam into both of them, hurling them away. Leon rolled to his feet, snapping his pistol up and firing a pair of shots, only for Deborah to leap over them, the shots missing Helena by inches. Then, Deborah's feet slammed into Leon's chest, hurling him backward into a wall. The tentacles folded up behind her, blocking several shots from Helena before Deborah launched herself to Helena, once again pinning her to the ground, this time raising all three tentacles. Leon opened fire instantly, staggering forward, only for his legs to barely be able to keep him standing, and Deborah ignored the shots entirely. Then, just as the tentacles pulled back to finish Helena, at the same time as Leon's legs gave out, dropping him to the ground, a crossbow bolt flashed out of an upstairs doorway, stabbing into Deborah's chest, knocking her backward off of Helena.
Agent stopped as the door opened and the one infected in front of them began to turn, staggering, and then started toward them.
"Stone," Sheva breathed, voice trembling. "No."
"So, he really was caught," Agent sighed.
Sheva swallowed hard, raising her pistol, her arms trembling. Agent set his working hand on top of her pistol, pushing it back down.
"I'll do it," Agent said. "You shouldn't have to do this."
Sheva sniffed, nodding, and looked away as Agent drew his knife, limping forward. Stone growled, then lunged once Agent was close, and Agent pivoted around him, sweeping his feet out from under him, knocking him to the ground before kneeling and driving his knife down into the back of his head. Sheva flinched, then walked over, taking the Bushmaster still around Stone's body, along with any of the magazines he had for it with ammo, only getting a couple. As she did, Agent took the pistol from his thigh, a Beretta M92F, and all of the magazines he had. He apparently hadn't used the pistol, so there was plenty of ammo, but Agent grimaced as he held the gun up.
"I fucking hate Berettas," Agent grumbled.
Sheva snorted. "Beggers can't be choosers. Would you rather have nothing but a knife?"
"Depending on what we fight, and how many, it might work better," Agent said.
Sheva rolled her eyes. "Come on. Let's get to the control room."
Agent nodded, but just as they stepped on the elevator and started it down the wall, a deafening, vibrating roar echoed from below, the floor of the elevator and the walls of the massive shaft trembling. Both of them swore harshly, looking down, and their jaws fell open. Below them, climbing quickly up the massive, three-hundred-foot-wide shaft was an enormous infected with its vaguely humanoid skeleton visible through its translucent, slimy, blue skin, its two arms both somewhere between humanoid and tentacles, two tentacles extending from its back, and its lower body below the waist a long tail-like section with shorter tentacles writhing around it on all sides.
"What is that?" Sheva asked.
"Haos," Agent breathed, raising his good hand to his communicator. "We found Haos. It's alive."
No one responded, but Agent didn't pay any attention to that. Instead, he grabbed Sheva and leapt to the side off of the elevator less than a second before Haos's left hand slammed into the underside of the elevator, smashing it free of the wall and sending it crashing down on Haos's face. Sheva hauled Agent to his feet on the catwalk where they landed, then began to run with him, Agent struggling to keep up. Behind them, Haos had reached the level they'd dropped to and was shimmying along the wall after them, smashing the path as it went, only narrowly missing them each time. Agent felt his strength waning and his energy drying up rapidly as pain began to mount from his broken and abused body, but Sheva didn't give him the option of slowing down. Finally, they reached another elevator that they had to ride down to the next catwalk, or else try to survive a hundred-foot drop, and Sheva dropped Agent on it, starting it down before spinning and firing the only grenade she had for the Bear Commander's grenade launcher into Haos's face. It shrieked in pain, recoiling, then slipped and fell. However, after a moment it caught itself far below them and began to climb again just as Sheva stopped the elevator at the next catwalk. She knelt, beginning to try to lift Agent, only for him to shout in pain, his body not responding properly.
"Leave me!" he snapped.
"No, I'm not going to go without you!" Sheva said, yanking him to his feet, Agent using the flash of agony to spur his body into finally obeying his commands.
However, before they'd taken more than a hundred steps, the catwalk before them suddenly exploded off of the wall, followed by the section behind them. Both stopped as Haos raised itself in front of them, roaring. Just as it pulled an arm back to kill them, however, U3 crashed into it, roaring and tearing into it, attacking the bigger target, apparently, knocking it off the wall, both B.O.W.s falling. Sheva turned, running to the edge of the break in the catwalk and looked down. Below them was a drop of well over two hundred feet before the next catwalk, and the gap was about ten feet wide.
"You'll have to jump to me," Sheva said, releasing Agent and stepping back.
"What?" Agent asked, just before Sheva sprinted forward, leaping and only barely clearing the jump. "This is insane."
He backed up, then forced himself into a sprint, moved to jump, and his legs wobbled. His jump was less than half what he'd hoped, but Sheva managed to catch his arm. Agent shouted in pain as he slammed into the bottom edge of the catwalk, breaking his nose, but he pulled against Sheva's arm as she pulled him up, and after a moment he was on the catwalk. Just as he arrived, however, Haos was back. One of its hands slapped U3 against the wall and splattered it like a juicy spider. Sheva and Agent simply stared at Haos. They couldn't escape this time. It was too late.
"I'm sorry, Sheva," Agent said. "This is my fault."
"No, it's not," Sheva said. "It was just too fast."
Haos' arm pulled back, but before it could kill them, it screamed suddenly as massive arcs of electricity suddenly raced over its body, its body contorting and writhing against the wall before falling. This time, it didn't catch anything, simply plummeting to the base of the shaft and landing with a crash that shook the entire facility. There, across from them, stood someone Agent didn't think he'd ever see again, someone Chris had said died. Piers Nivens. Dressed in black fatigues and body armor, except his right arm. Except, his right arm was all wrong. It was swollen, elongated, tipped in various spikes in place of a hand or fingers, and had electricity crackling along it. His face looked off, too. There was something on it, at an angle across the bridge of his nose, like blood. Agent's gut dropped as he realized Piers was infected.
"Are you alright?" Piers called over to them, Agent blinking in surprise.
"Relatively speaking, sure!" Agent called back.
Piers nodded and raised his right arm, sending electricity flying upward. Agent and Sheva both looked up for the first time, seeing a massive cocoon hanging from the ceiling. As Piers' electricity coursed over it, it shrank, the point on bottom growing sharper before the cocoon broke free and fell. Just as it did, Haos roared below them, rising from the bottom of the pit and looking up at them, only to receive its own cocoon, or so Agent assumed, through its head before falling again.
"Is it dead this time?" Agent asked Piers as he reached them, having been firing while walking along the catwalk to them.
"Not hardly," Piers said. "It takes a hell of a lot more than this to kill that thing, but it can't leave this facility, and it's going to take time to recover. That leaves you both free to get to the control room. I assume that's where you're going."
Agent nodded.
"Where's Chris?" Piers asked. "He's here, right?"
"They're up in another facility," Sheva said, holding out the PDA with the map. "The dome."
Piers accepted it and nodded. "I sacrificed myself for Chris once. Looks like I'll have to do it again. Hopefully the world can either leave me dead this time or bring me back without the C-Virus."
"Be careful not to lose yourself," Agent said.
"I'm doing my best," Piers said. "But I'm going to need to hurry."
Agen and Sheva nodded, and Piers turned, jumping from a standstill and easily clearing the break in the floor, then the next at a light jog. Agent shook his head before Sheva helped him up again and they hurried to the next elevator, riding this one as low as they could while they had time.
Leon spun toward their helper as Deborah crashed to the ground, Helena scrambling away from her.
"Leon, hurry!" Helena said, raising her pistol. "Before she gets up!"
Leon turned, raising his own, only for Ada to use her grappling gun to swing down, landing beside Deborah, who was writhing on the ground.
"Don't be so hasty," Ada said, kneeling and pulling her arrow back out, the wound sealing instantly.
However, as she held the arrow up, Leon and Helena both saw a glass tube of some kind built into the head of it.
"What is that?" Helena asked.
"It's a special kind of arrow made to inject the C-Virus' cure from a distance," Ada said.
"Cure?" Helena asked.
"That's right," Ada nodded. "Cure. Using Jake's blood, the US Government managed to make one that worked even on the enhanced C-Virus from the China incident before anyone else. And unlike the replica of me that caused all of that, long story, this is actually Deborah, just revived by the virus. Which means..."
In a wave spreading outward from where the arrow had struck her, Deborah's skin turned from its ashen grey back into her natural, healthy tan, slightly darker than Helena's own complexion. The tentacles dragged toward her back, sinking into the open wound where they broke out of her skin, and the wound sealed. Her hair darkened to her normal black, and the milky film over her eyes faded. There was still a layer of slime, whatever it was, over her body, and she was still stark naked, but she was cured. Ada knelt, pulling out a knife and cutting her forearm shallowly, then hummed interestedly as Deborah's flesh mended itself almost instantaneously.
"Faster than Sherry's," Ada mused, then looked around. "I'll grab her some clothes. I'd keep a close eye on her. I don't know whether or not that cure really was completely effective. As you saw, she still heals like she did before, so I'm not sure."
Leon and Helena both nodded, Helena cradling Deborah in her lap.
"Helena?" Deborah croaked.
"Deborah!" Helena gasped, smiling. "Hey! How do you feel?"
"Weird," Deborah frowned. "Where are we? What happened at that ruin?"
Helena shook her head. "It's not important. Just rest for now. We'll be going home soon."
Deborah nodded and drifted off to sleep quickly.
"I can't believe she's really back!" Helena smiled. "I'm so..."
Leon smiled, nodding, but then looked out through the hole in the wall to where the others were still struggling to fight Wesker. "I have to go help them."
Helena reached up, pulling him toward her, and met him with a kiss. Leon sighed, kissing her back for a few seconds, then pulled away, smiling.
"Be careful," Helena said seriously.
"I will," Leon promised.
Helena nodded, and Leon quickly left the ruins of the house, opening fire on Wesker alongside the others, his first couple of shots managing to catch Wesker by surprise before Wesker was avoiding his shots as well as the others.
"Congratulations," Ada said as she dropped a set of loose pans and a button-up shirt on the floor for Deborah. "Once we're all out of here, we're going to fight for him. I don't share."
"You're on," Helena nodded.
Ada made an amused noise at the back of her throat, then pulled her crossbow off her back and walked outside as well, her first arrow exploding between Wesker's feet, hurling him.
"Long time no see, Wesker," Ada greeted him. "And here I thought someone finally crushed he cockroach, but I suppose we're not that lucky."
"Ada," Wesker said as his tentacles picked up several cars around him. "Perfect timing. Now you can die with the rest of them!" Then, he hurled the cars at them, everyone scrambling to get out of the way.
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