“Warning,”a cool computerized voice echoed throughout the screaming mansion.“Self Destruct sequence initiated. This Sequence cannot be aborted.”
As Alex rounded the corner and came up on the balcony looking down on the foyer he heard the alarms and saw the same metal shudders he had locked the main facility behind almost an hour ago rapidly descend downwards over ever window and door trapping him in a mansion that was now screeching its own suicidal intentions down at him. Then the lights went down as all power was diverted to the death machine located beneath the “safe” house and the chorus of blaring alarms and flashing red lights that continued to announce the unhaltable destruction that was soon to begin.
Alex’s movements came to a complete stop at the top of the stairs as he took in reality of the soon-to-be mass grave he was trapped in and listened the steadily increasing scream’s of Natalia’s dying men mingling with the unearthly wailing of the fast approaching monster that would be only too happy to kill him before the strangely calm recording of the French woman could begin her final countdown.
This was bad. No, that wasn’t a strong enough word. This would be the end.
He had only the CZ 75 Automatic pistol with a total of forty five shots. Even he hit dead on with each and every one that wouldn’t be near enough to stop what was left of Natalia from ripping him open. He supposed he could go back for the other guns but the halls were too narrow and without a significant head start, it was very unlikely he could outrun her, nor was it guaranteed that the guns would be decently loaded anymore—he’d heard a lot of rounds going off during his mad dash through the halls. Even with the extra fire power, he wasn’t sure he could end her.
Alex’s grip became so tight on the firearm in his left hand that it started shaking.
That wasn’t even his biggest issue. He had less than ten minutes remaining before this entire mansion went sky high and took them both with it.
He was trapped. He should have thought of this; should have hacked into the safe house’s security like he’d done back at the main facility.
Suddenly all the screaming stopped. The ominous foot falls the shook the very floor did not.
Alex went rigid. The guards were all dead. There was nothing left to distract the monster he’d created from its true goal: Him.
Images of his insides being forcefully ripped out by sharp fangs and jagged talons while he lay helpless and dying in a pool of red began uncontrollably over whelming his mind.
He would have died; right there; standing motionless in by balcony; as he’d imagined or perhaps in some more horrific way. But he didn’t.
It’s funny how the things that seem to be our most damning qualities are those that prove to be our saving grace. The shout of, “UP!” from Albert’s Reflection held in the metallic elevator doors AT the end of the hallway directly behind him certainly was Alex’s.
Mind now snapped back into place and set on leaving this place alive Alex didn’t hesitate when he heard the ungodly shrieking of the title he was now, more than ever, determined to hold on to. Without looking, even though he both felt and heard the thundering foot falls of the yet unseen monster behind him, Alex backed up several yards and then sprinted towards the balcony edge. The vaulting leap he made took him flying over the marble foyer and onto grand chandelier which began swinging wildly back towards the entrance doors.
The maneuver almost took the decoration and Alex out of range of the murderous claws reaching for him. What was left of Natalia Wesker’s once delicate fingers caught hold of the outermost ring of the extravagant lighting system. The weight of the crazed B.O.W. sent the structure spinning out of control. The misshapen beast that Alex couldn’t really make out in the flashing red emergency lights tried to madly claw its way up towards Alex. All the thrashing caused their current mode of transportation to violently shudder and creaking groans to fall from the above ceiling indicating that the foyer’s grandest décor wouldn’t be hanging much longer.
At the highest point of the chandelier’s swing towards the second floor balcony, Alex jumped, feeling the mighty snap of the metal chain just as his feet left the highly damaged frame.
Alex’s body hit the landing, just clearing the golden railing. He rolled to his feet just in time to see the chandelier crash to the floor, taking a screaming Natalia with it. The creature momentarily pinned, Alex took the only opportunity he had to escape. He bolted for the elevator.
He didn’t expect it to be working, and it certainly wasn’t, but unlike the unmovable steel shudders blocking all the doors and windows, these doors could be moved.
Using the knife he’d retrieved from Natalia’s web gear he jammed in between the metal doors and forced them open just enough to get his finger’s between them. Several moments of straining later the doors were open revealing the elevator had come to rest on this floor.
The earsplitting scream that threatened to force Alex to cover his ears alerted him to how little time he had left. Alex fired a few rounds at the panel placed on the structure’s roof causing it to become dislodged and fall to the ground with a clatter. Then, using the golden handrails on the side he launched himself at the opening gloved finger’s just catching.
For a moment he just hung there trying to adjust his grip, then he saw the shadowed B.O.W. running towards him, long body scurrying a few feet above the floor on too many legs, talons leaving deep gouges in the crimson stained carpet, dripping maw agape and screaming incoherently, haunting white eyes locked onto him.
Alex didn’t waste another second hauling himself through the hole and out of the elevator.
Not second’s later, the metal box beneath him jerked and shook, the vibrations carrying up the cable threatening to knock him off his feet. The metallic straining noise filling the shaft wasn’t very promising either.
If he didn’t cut this extra baggage loose, he’d be taken down with her, one way or another.
Right as Alex grabbed hold of the metal cable holding the trembling elevator car in place and aimed his gun at the attachment system, a bloodied misshapen hand flew from the opening in the car’s roof and slashed violently at his legs. Alex sidestepped at the last second and her razor claws slashed through his target. With nothing to off set the counter weight the cable he was grabbing onto whipped up the shaft carrying him at high speeds towards the top floor while the car crashed down two stories past the first floor and into the basement, the resulting crash shaking the entirety of the shaft.
It was tempting to think that his problems with the mutated Wesker were over, but he had designed the virus racing through her veins and as such, he knew that wasn’t happening any time soon. This was far from over.
The trip to the top of the six story shaft happened in mere seconds, making Alex’s brief moment of opportunity to jump to the insignificant edge at the rooftop landing nigh impossible to execute. But it was either that or be smashed against the shaft’s roof by the momentum of the counter balance, or fall back to his death six stories below into the waiting claws of the monster beneath; neither of which sounded very appealing.
As soon as Alex caught a glimpse of the steel doors that marked his only escape route, he jumped, launching himself at the ledge he couldn’t really even see in this darkness, but knew had to exist. His shoes glanced off of it causing him to fall several feet before his hands barely caught hold of the thin strip of metal in time.
He didn’t even have time to breath a sigh of relief before he heard the chilling warning echo up the metal shaft. “Warning. Self destruction will commence in three minutes. This sequence cannot be aborted.”
If it wasn’t one thing it was another.
Carefully hauling himself onto the ledge and securing his footing as best he could, Alex retrieved the combat knife and proceeded to pry open the second set of heavy doors. For a brief moment Alex contemplated the disaster that would ensue should he discover that the shaft exit to the rooftop gardens was also sealed off with the impenetrable steel shudders blocking off every other escape route. But thinking about being trapped in a small shaft with a ferocious B.O.W. with no where to go and no way to kill it was hardly productive. As such, Alex put all his effort into getting out.
Even Umbrella in all its greatness didn’t think of everything. Alex had to force himself not to collapse in relief when he saw the rays from the sinking sun shinning through the crack he had created between the doors.
Alex wasted no time in forcing the elevator doors the rest of the way open, relishing in the chilly evening air as it blew past him into the shaft. Once out, Alex quickly took in his surroundings.
The Wesker Child had to blink a few times to orient himself due to the drastic change of scenery that made him feel as though he’s stepped into another world. He was standing animist a well maintained lavish garden that looked like it came out of an exquisite fantasy book. A winding cobble stone path cut its way through bowers filled with blooming vines, flower beds shamelessly filling the air with their sweet perfumes, lavish ponds, small artificial hills, and even fruit bearing trees, all of it illuminated by the dying rays of the sun. An intricate design of hanging strings of lights would have added yet another degree to the mystical feel of this place, but as all power was going the the self destruct sequence, they remained unlit.
Alex took one glance behind him at the dark emptiness of the open elevator doors before running uncaringly over the lush greenery and towards the edge of the roof. Four stories below him, he saw the grand courtyard with its gaudy fountain, the golden colored gates, and just inside that, his white Lamborghini within which rested the means of is salvation. But how to get down there?
His quick calculating eyes fell on the sturdy looking cables that held and delivered power to the string of lights connecting the rooftop gardens to the tops of the gate polls right next to his goal.
Well that could work.
Alex was just working out the logistics of his plan when the terrible shriek behind him and the grating screeching sound claws over metal warned him that he was no longer alone in this false Eden.
Past the various branches and leaves he saw the hideous monster pulling its dilapidated body up out of the shaft.
For the brief moment when the creature remained still at the mouth of the dark doorway, Alex finally got a good look at the monster he’d created.
Dark, blood matted hair hung down in front of her lolling head in curtains, almost masking the wicked thing her once prized features had twisted themselves into. Her mouth stretched in a horrid Cheshire Cat grin from ear to ear and was practically overflowing with rows of ill fitting jagged fangs stacked on top of one another, jutting out at odd angles. The result was a horrific mouth, still dripping that black necrotic liquid, that was unable to close and thus constantly displaying a horrific skeletal grin from which a long bleeding tongue protruded, constantly being cut by her razor teeth as it lapped sporadically from side to side.
Her eyes were eery, white, dead things peering out from the matted strands and constantly darting back and fourth as if following the path of a myriad of invisible, darting insects.
Her long twisting neck was attached to a bulbous swollen body covered in a festering mix of pulsating and already ruptured blisters oozing a similar black substance.
Spouting from the swollen tumor-like body at odd angles and varying locations were a total of seven different shaped arms, most of unequal length and proportion. Six of them erupted from her ghastly form in areas approximating the appropriate location for the bases of an arachnid’s appendages. The seventh, which had grown out of her chest, was malformed and small in comparison to the rest and was clamped protectively over a steadily oozing portion of her chest.
She supported what was left of herself on these long blister ridden arms and her two legs arched up over herself like those of a grasshopper, the result leading her to look like some horrible insect or too many legged reptile.
Once she’d seen him, she stretched her long neck over her crooked back, extended each of her razor tipped clawed arms, and screamed out something that was supposed to be his name but sounded more like a chorus of dying cats. In the process, the seventh seemingly useless arm opened up with the rest of of her appendages revealing the beating, bright red, exposed heart beneath.
“Warning. Self destruction will commence in two minutes. This sequence cannot be aborted.”
He really didn’t have time for this but is didn’t seem she was going to give him much choice in the matter.
Alex didn’t wait for her to make the first move, instead he aimed for the first flaw he’d seen in the primary field test of T-597: Her visible cardiac tissue. He fired a total of five shots in quick succession at the pulsating red hunk of flesh, each of them erupting in a satisfying spray of black and crimson liquid.
The reaction by the monstrosity was instantaneous. Natalia let out an ear shattering scream and fell back to the ground, underdeveloped hand once again gripping her wounded, but unfortunately, rapidly healing chest, once again hiding it from Alex’s sight and damage. Then she charged.
Alex misjudged her abilities. He had intended to just ignore her until he got off this death trap and had the fire power to put an end to this game, but Natalia had other plans for him. Just as he had turned away from her to the unlit cable that was to be his escape route, the creature climbing and crawling its way through the garden let out a horrid gurgling retching noise and sent a concentrated stream of the black putrid liquid it was always drooling.
Alex dodged the majority of the disgusting substance by rolling to the right, however, a significant portion stuck to his left leg and foot and held him tightly to the ground and to the rest of the stinking mass as though it were some sort of moldy yet tenacious spiderweb.
Screaming out what was most likely a bought of sadistically twisted laughter at her latest triumph, the B.O.W. resumed her highly insectoid method of running towards her now trapped victim.
Alex didn’t even have time to swear, instead he focused everything on cutting through the thick extremely sticky strands. The combat knife kept getting caught up in the strange material that was perhaps the strongest form of glue now know to man. He actually felt her rotten breath against the side of his face and the disturbance in the air from one of her clawed hands just as the knife cut through the last of the web-like substance and he pulled away, not a split second to soon.
The area he’d been erupted in an explosion of stone and other roofing materials as Natalia ripped everything in that section of the roof to shreds with her gnashing teeth as if it were made of nothing stronger than paper. In the final bought of her erratic deadly thrashing, she took out the section where the cable was attached, causing it to go slack and tumble off the roof, making it utterly useless to Alex.
He was quickly running out of options, his final one being the twin still undamaged cable at the opposite corner of the roof. If she destroyed that one too, it was over.
Alex took several hurried steps back towards the inner area of the garden half loaded gun pointed at the creature it couldn’t hope to seriously hurt who was still between him and his only remaining hope of getting off of this roof alive.
“Warning. Self destruction will commence in one minute. This sequence cannot be aborted.”
Alex fired. He unloaded the remaining rounds into the wickedly grinning beast before him. The first three went into the seemingly impenetrable hand protecting her only weak spot, the other five blasted into her nightmarish smile. As soon as the gun was empty, Alex ejected the useless clip and loaded the first of his two extras and repeated the process, pausing only long enough to make sure each nine millimeter round found its mark.
The series of rapid head shots did little more than enrage the creature, causing her to once again thunder towards him.
This time he was ready.
He’d seen the way her body reacted the last time she’d nearly decapitated him. All her arms including the one guarding her heart opened up to ensnare him, the goal to completely trap him so her hellish mouth could devour his entirety. That would be his only opportunity. Anything less than a perfect execution would result in a terribly gruesome death. But that was something Alex refused to let himself imagine as the twisted monster thundered towards his unmoving form. The only thing Alex allowed himself to picture was the flawless dodge to the right followed by the swift plunging of the grime covered combat knife now held firmly in his hands into her heart. That, and the reason he was doing all of this in the first place: his unknowing, uncaring brother; the one he couldn’t possibly save if he was killed up on this rooftop.
She struck, her long bulbous body rearing up like some sort of snake as she did, arms going wide in an attempt to lock him in a final embrace before she ripping his head from his body, mouth open wide enough to fit his entire face.
Alex dodged, downwards, his body spinning to the right just enough to miss the deadly talons before just a quickly rising and driving that nine inch blade directly into her pounding heart right up to the hilt.
Think jets of sticky black and red blood gushed out with each beat, covering the gloves, arms, and jacket front in a foul smelling viscous liquid. The shriek that erupted from her deformed throat was actually disorienting causing Alex to stumble back leaving the knife still buried in her cardiac muscle. One of her thrashing arms caught him across the chest in a backhand so powerful it sent him flying back nearly ten feet into the trunk of a nearby tree.
Alex’s entire world was spinning as he tried desperately to reorient himself and get his rubbery feeling feet to cooperate. Natalia lay thrashing and screaming in the middle of a growing pile of rotted blood, weapon still plunged into her spasming heart.
“Warning. Self destruction will commence in thirty seconds. This sequence cannot be aborted.”
That would be enough to get anyone to their feet.
At first he stumbled but then sprinted as fast as he could towards the southeast corner of the roof, ripping off the too tight web gear as he ran—gun and knife abandoned, it no longer severed a purpose aside from that which it was about to be used for.
“Warning. Self destruction will commence in twenty seconds. This sequence cannot be aborted.”
Alex slammed to a stop in front of the hanging cable held in place to a raised portion of the waste high wall surrounding the roof by a thick metal ring. Alex prayed it would hold, but it wasn’t as though he had much choice about it. Throwing the web gear over the unlighted cable so that the two arm straps were hanging over either side, Alex firmly grabbed hold of them and prepared himself for his trip down the makeshift zip line.
“Aaaaaleeex!” screamed the monstrosity from somewhere behind him.
“Warning. Self destruction will commence in ten seconds. This sequence cannot be aborted.”
Alex didn’t look back, he just jumped.
Alex felt as though he’d left his stomach somewhere up on the roof as his body hurdled down the line. His decent was accompanied by the constant spray of broken glass from the unlit bulbs hanging from the cable, Natalia’s continued shrieking, and the French woman’s steady count down towards zero. Alex didn’t even really feel the searing pain in his already abused shoulder and back as the muscles stretched and strained to keep him hanging from the straps cutting into his hands instead of falling to his death below.
A few meters to the gate, just past the huge sword bearing angel statue, Alex released the straps and fell, rolling painfully on impact with the hard decorative cobble stone until he came to a halt at the golden fence.
The entire trip had taken him less than five seconds giving him a few spare extras in which to turn back to the mansion and see that his horrors were not yet through. Twisting over the cable he’d just rode down was the creature he’d thought he’d seen the last of.
Though his entire body ached from his various exploits throughout the day, Alex forced himself to the passenger side of the Lamborghini and grabbed the gigantic loaded rifle, hoisting it to his already pounding shoulder.
“…two…one…Self destruct initiated.”
The explosion knocked him back against his car and shook the very ground as the entire mansion was blown into the air, the force sending bricks, wooden beams, and glass flying, the infernal glowing a brighter orange than the setting sun. It also offered a perfect silhouette of the mutated creature in all its horror as it flew through the air towards him, thrown forwards by a combination of the blast and its last second leap.
Alex brought up the rifle most would have had to been laying down to shoot faster than anyone could blink, sending a .50 caliber bullet into the center of the flying B.O.W..
The power of the attack shot her backwards into the angelic statue who’s sword neatly impaled her elongated abdomen causing her to scream in agony as her blackened twisted guts began spilling down into the once pristine waters of the fountain below. Imminently all her arms folded in, each of them blocking her heart and preventing Alex from getting the kill shot necessary to end her miserable existence and this game.
No matter he had nine more shots in the cartage and only eight more targets.
Re-aiming the gun, Alex ignored his shoulder which was screaming in protest against to the nigh unbearable recoil of the rifle that was meant to be used on tanks and other armored military equipment rather than soft targets. His next earsplitting shot took off her lowest arm on the left side. Flesh turned to flying chucks of meat and red spray as her shoulder was completely destroyed and the mutated arm fell into the fountain beneath her.
Five more thunderous shots erupted from the semi-automatic Barrett M82, each of them gruesomely amputating an arm from the wailing writhing B.O.W. whose mutative healing was doing more damage than good to her at this point. The rapidly tumorous lumps replacing her arms only further weighing her down and preventing any sort or escape from the stone impaling her.
Alex was practically shaking from both mental and physical fatigue as he took aim at her final arm desperately clinging to the one thing aside from time that could be her downfall. The eighth shot shattered her final appendage shooting pieces of a jagged armor-like material all around her broken body.
Alex lowered the rifle, momentarily taking in what was left of the Wesker Child before him. The bloated misshapen body squirting and oozing a variety of detestable fluids sporting the grotesque head wasn’t even recognizable as the deadly beauty who’d greeted him here not even a half hour ago here in the drive. A slight smirk danced over his lips. What horrible monsters Umbrella had created to play such a twisted little game.
A gurgling sound from deep in the creature’s throat caused the rifle to fly to his bruised and battered shoulder and the final shot to fly straight into her mutated heart, turning it into nothing more than a gaping hole and a fine red mist spattering the upturned face and wings of the angel holding her captive. All movement and sound was cut short, Natalia’s head fell limply to her side, a corrosive black acid falling from her lips dissolving the sword and allowing her lifeless body to fall into the red blood filled pool below.
“Check mate,” Alex whispered allowing first the rifle and then himself to slowly sink to the ground.
The game was over. He’d won.
Umbrella and Wesker couldn’t be prouder of the monster that was their finest creation.