Resident Evil:
The Whole Story.
Chapter Three
Water.
Water was so, so precious to human life, the human body can survive without water for a few days but only a few. In comparison the human body could survive at least a week without food and could even survive only on liquids.
Water was a basic necessity for life, so such a large complex as the Arkaly Research Laboratory required a great deal of water to sustain the facility and it's employees be it water for drinking, water for hygiene or water for creating the artificial environments for the aquatic experiments.
To fill the demand for all this water Umbrella had created a pumping system which pumped water from a large lake that was hidden deep in the forest. after being filtered by a small processing plant that was about a mile away from the laboratory's borders, it was then pumped into the laboratory and the mansion and the guard house that hide it.
Marcus had found a large cliff that overlooked the mansion and he couldn't help but feel a surge of what he could only guess was nostalgia. The mansion was so elegantly designed compared to the training facility where he was forced to work on Spencer's orders, training the next generation of Umbrella personal, Spencer had said.
He had to wonder if Spencer was still alive or not. He hadn't been a young man when he had ordered Marcus assassinated and he been older than Marcus at the time but if Spencer was still alive then Marcus wouldn't be all that surprised, Spencer was a stubborn man with an iron will and Marcus was sure that death wouldn't have the patience.
In a way Marcus hoped he was alive, because if he was dead then that could only mean that he went back to his family home in Europe to die and he would have died in a comfortable bed waited on hand and foot while Marcus was just dumped in a pit to rot.
He wanted to crush Spencer's head and have children feast on him until all the flesh was stripped from his bones or maybe he wouldn't even allow Spencer a quick death, maybe, he would allow his children to slowly eat the old fool alive bit by bit. It was a painful death, the reactions of the subjects of his experiments attested to that and it was nothing less than the old bastard deserved.
Wesker and Birkin's deaths wouldn't be anymore pleasant or easy either. They may have only be following Spencer's orders but it was them who had executed them and him. He had trusted them and he thought that when he took over the company that they would be the first members of his new board of directors.
There was no doubt in his mind that both of the traitorous dogs had been well reward by Spencer for disposing of him but it was of no matter, he would make them both regret that they chose Spencer over him, no, he would make them both regret that they had ever been born.
But that would have to wait until later, for now he had to play the long game if he truly wanted them all to pay. He glanced down at the ground from the cliff and took a deep breath before he jumped off of the cliff and plummeted down to the ground like a large rock thrown from a great height.
Marcus landed on his hands and feet and took a moment to revile in the fact that he wasn't at all injured. The T-Virus had given him such strength, nothing in the entire world could stop him from taking his revenge on Umbrella and Spencer.
As he got to his feet and started to walk to his destination he couldn't help but wonder how much more development went into the T-Virus and what kind of new BOWS had been derived from the virus. Would they be even more powerful than those developed from the progenitor virus? would they be even more powerful than him?
Would his new abilities be enough to destroy whatever Umbrella threw at him? And he couldn't deny that he was worried about his new abilities as well, so far he seemed to have retained all of his mental faculties but as more time passed who know how long it would stay that way, maybe eventually he would have no more intelligence then a simple second stage infected, driven only by the need to feed.
But he wouldn't worry about that right now. Right now he had work to do and he had to focus on that if he wanted to succeed.
After an hour of walking through the forest he came across a small metal building in the forest, this building was the processing plant that filtered the water for the facility and where the second step of his plan would begin but his way in was blocked by a chain link fence that went all around the small compound.
Marcus reached out and grabbed the chain link fence and pulled it with all his strength, a section of the fence seemed to almost come away in his hands and made a large hole in the fence, easily large enough for him to step through. He dropped the section of the fence that was in his hands and stepped through the hole.
He walked over a small metal door that was built into the side of the building and pushed down on the handle to open the door. Marcus stepped through and glanced around his new surroundings.
He had found himself in a corridor that had three doors on one side and another on the other side, at the end of the hallway was another metal door. Marcus decided to use the door at the end of the hallway, he could smell flesh on the other side of the door and his pets were hungry again.
He pushed open the door and glanced around the room, from up above sunlight was streaming in through the large windows. The room itself was filled with large machinery equipped with various gauges, some digital, some analogue, the machinery most likely pumped and filtered the water that was pumped up from the lake for the mansion. There was a catwalk and railings above the room and stairs to the left of Marcus looked like they would lead up to the catwalk.
A door above Marcus slammed open and he then suddenly heard footsteps on the catwalk above him. A voice sounded out. "Who's down there!?" The owner of the voice was walking towards the steps and Marcus decided to hide behind the machinery to examine his prey.
The owner of the voice took the final step that brought him down to the ground floor and Marcus could finally see him, he was a Caucasian man in his early fifties with grey hair and he was dressed in a black security uniform with the red and white symbol of the Umbrella cooperation on his shoulder. He would look exactly like a regular security guard if it weren't for the sleek black machine gun that he held in his arms.
"Look I know your in here, we saw you on the security cameras and I heard you moving around down here now come out, you are trespassing on private property and it is going to be much worse for you if I find so if you come out now we can maybe work out some sort of deal." The guard said as he slowly walk down the room, his machine gun raised and the sound of his footsteps swallowed by the hum of the machinery.
Marcus decided to step out from behind the machine and confront the guard, he had no fear. The man's weapon was no threat to him he might not know much about what the virus did to him or he why he could now control his children in the way he did but he did now that the little toy that the guard held couldn't hurt him.
The guards eyes narrowed as he took in Marcus dishevelled appearance, his once clean and immaculate white lab coat had become filthy due to being left in that pit with it's filthy water and the slime from his children, his trousers were ripped and he wore no shoes. Marcus was sure that the guard thought he was some sort of tramp that had wandered in here to find a place to sleep.
The guard unclipped his radio from his belt and brought the mouth piece up his mouth and began to speak into it. "Ellen, you were right we have got an intruder, looks to be a homeless person. I'll bring him to the security office and you might want to get in touch with the lab, tell them that we might have a new volunteer." He said with a grin that clearly said that he didn't care whether or not Marcus had heard that.
"Roger." A voice said over the radio before the guard clipped the radio back on to his belt and walked over to Marcus and grabbed his arm. "Okay, you're coming with me." He said as he tried to drag Marcus over to the stairs.
Marcus effortlessly pulled his arm from the guard's grasp and the guard sighed heavily as he turned to face Marcus. "Fine, if you want to do this the hard way." He said before raising his machine gun to point it directly at Marcus's chest. "Walk ahead of me, towards the stairs."
Marcus tilted his head and then, quick as a bolt of lighting he slammed his fist into the guard's chest and the man was sent flying across the room. The guard landed on the floor and grounded in pain, feeling as through he had been hit by an eighteen wheeler.
The guard got to his feet and glared at Marcus before raising his machine gun. "Eat this, you freak!" he shouted before pulling the trigger on his gun and a burst of gunfire hit Marcus sending him back a step.
Marcus took a deep breath and then straighten himself up, he looked down to his chest and saw that his chest had around a dozen bullet wounds on his chest from the gunfire but they were already healing and within a second he was completely healed, it was as if he hadn't even been shot in the first place. The T-virus's regenerative capabilities were remarkable.
Marcus took a deep breath, the wounds might have healed but that didn't mean it hadn't hurt in fact that had hurt more than it had hoped it would but it had proven that he was nearly impervious to harm if nothing else.
The guard was still staring at Marcus in disbelief. "It can't be." The man quickly took his off his belt and hit the talk button. "Ellen! I need help down here and I need it right now we have a BOW in the main filtration room, this isn't a joke or a drill we really have a BOW in the facility and I need help right now!"
"Understood! Jack and Javier our on the way!" The voice on the radio said before it shut off and the guard raised his machine gun once again.
"Don't you move do you understand me you freak!?" The guard yelled as he kept his gun raised. "If you even move one step I will ready your body with bullets, so you just stay there!"
Marcus slowly started to walk over to the guard and shuddered when the guard pressed the trigger down on his gun once more and the bullets hit him in a continuous stream but he continued forward, the bullets barely even phasing him before long Marcus was standing in front of the guard and the guard's machine gun clicked empty.
The guard cursed and ejected the magazine from his gun and picked out another one form the supply back that was clipped on the back of his belt but before he could load it into the gun Marcus swung out his arm and the man went flying, the machine gun slipping from his fingers.
The guard coughed weakly as he tried to get up off of the floor, the taste of copper in his mouth and a burning pain in his right arm. He managed to get his head up just enough so he could stare at Marcus who was staring back at him before he raised his arms into the air and started to sing of all things.
It was such a bizarre image, a man who would look more at home in an alley singing with a voice that would put most opera singers to shame. It was kind of a nice in a way, he could think of worst ways to die at least.
The guard put his head back and he did have to wonder where Jack and Javier where but he didn't suppose that it matter much now he was going to die and there was nothing he or anyone could do about it so he didn't see much point in worrying about anything else right now.
A wet sound drew his attention and the guard opened his eyes before turning his head, there, on the floor was a long black shape covered in a thick slime, it turned towards the guard and slowly to slither towards him.
In that moment the guard know what the shape was, it was a very large leech and it wasn't alone, more and more of the large black shapes were slithering out of the dark spaces and down the walls of the room and then the guard realised something else, the song wasn't being sung for him it was being sung for the leeches and it wasn't a lullaby, it was a dinner bell.
The guard tried to crawl away but he couldn't get on to his side or his front and realised then that he must have broken his back when he hit the ground after Marcus hit him. He was going to die, he was going to be eaten alive.
"Help! Help! Javier, Jack somebody, anybody please help me for the love of god!" He screamed as the first of the leaches climbed atop him and started to climb towards his face. The first got to his face and he screamed out loud as it bite into his face.
Marcus watched disinterestedly as the leaches overwhelmed the guard and started to strip the flesh from his bones, there were so many of them, his children had been breeding since he had been gone because when he had found where they had been nesting the room was almost full of eggs, hundreds and hundreds of them.
Marcus's attention was drawn when the door that the first guard had come from burst open and two more guards rushed through, the first was a ginger man with green eyes and was armed with a similar machine gun as the first guard and the second was a thin Hispanic man with a stubbly beard and was armed with the same machine gun as the other two guards, these men were Jack and Javier presumably.
"What the hell is that?" Jack, the ginger one Marcus presumed as he pointed at his children.
"I don't know but there is the BOW, take him down!" Jaiver shouted as he raised his machine gun and fired down at Marcus from the catwalk and Jack followed suit and joined his fellow guard in shooting down at Marcus.
Marcus jumped up and grabbed the catwalks railing and pulled himself up. The two guards, who backed up as Marcus pulled himself over the railing, aimed their guns at him and riddled him with bullets. Marcus drew his arm back and hit Javier with his full strength and sent him flying over the railing with a savage cry.
Javier fell to the floor with a scream which was cut short suddenly when he collided heavily with the floor and the leaches started to surround his body. Jack spun on his feet and tried to run but he couldn't even take one step before Marcus grabbed him by his head and gave it a sharp twist and his body fell to the ground.
Marcus stepped over his body and walked through the door that he and Javier had come through and started to walk down the hallway until he found himself in front of a door with a sign on it that read security officer.
He punched the door and it went flying off it's hinges, an elderly woman with grey hair dressed in a grey paints suit, who had to be Ellen screamed and fell out of her chair which she was sitting on and then started to scoot back away from Marcus as fast as she could.
It wouldn't be enough. Marcus pounced on Ellen and slammed his fist into her face again and again and again until nothing was left of her head but a large pile of bloody mush.
Marcus took a deep breath and stood up. He glanced around the officer and walked over to a calendar that he saw on the wall, the date was May the 16th and the year was 1998, ten years.
Ten years of his life he had lost, ten years he had been left to rot in that pit with those test subjects as if he was just something to disposed of and not a vital member of the company, as if he wasn't a founding member.
His hatred of Spencer, of Umbrella, of Wesker and Birkin it all came back with a vengeance. No, it had never left him his hate just burned so much brighter now and he wouldn't stop now until he took everything that was near and dear to them and he would make sure that before the end of this story that he would have all three of them begging for death,
For now he needed to rest, apparently he still needed to sleep which was odd as all of the other experiments didn't seem to need to but maybe he had still retained enough of his humanity to need sleep.
Regardless this bulding would make an excellent nest, his children would grow strong here.
Grow and multiply until the entire world was consumed by their unending hunger.
End of Chapter Three.
