Sounds flooded the darkness as the doctor wheeled Shane down the dimly lit hallway, the monotonous, rythmic clicking of the gurney wheels against the tiled floor, mixed with the sharp clacking rhythm of shoes matching the beat of Shane’s heart. The vital organ healed sufficiently began beating in Shane’s chest; the virus inside had once again revived him from certain death. With the renewed beating came a weak pulse that gradually increased, causing his unhealed wounds to weep. Shane’s right hand dripped fresh blood that fell from his fingers that lay over the gurney edge. On the floor, the spotty red trail attracted no notice except for the hungry infected animals, excitedly drawn to its bloody odour.
Slowly Shane opened his good eye as he saw the lights passing him overhead. For a second he felt panic grip him thinking he was still a boy back in the asylum and everything that had happened was some drug-induced dream but then as quickly as the feelings and thought hit him it faded. Suddenly he heard a voice above him, “Time for you to rest, this will end soon.”
Upon hearing those words Shane blinked trying to adjust to the lights when he was suddenly pushed through two doors and a brighter light was soon blasting him in the face. The harsh halogen lights forced him to close his eye as he tried to block it out with his left arm but found it was somehow stuck. Leaning his head up a little to look down at his arm he saw it was strapped down, blinking he looked at his other arm seeing the same thing as he soon noticed straps across his legs and his torso.
Shane growled in anger pulling hard with his left arm snapping right through the leather strap startling the doctor that was in the room with him. Arm free, Shane shaded his face from the light that was shining down on his face. Blinking the after images of bulbs from his vision he noticed the light fixture had a camera attached to it. Shane was puzzled but he quickly pushed his curiosity aside, he was fatigued but not so worn out that he’d stay strapped down and put up with this.
Shane snapped out of admiring himself and got back to business. He took the dragon lighter and flask in case he came across some water he could fill it with. He then took the things he needed from his tattered stained jeans and stuffed them in his suit jacket, vest, and slacks.
Scanning the map once again he saw that he was a little ways from the stairs. He thought of and then immediately dismissed trying the elevator that was closer to where he was. So far he hadn’t been having the best of luck with them and he wasn’t going to risk falling into another body pile or being trapped in a space that small with an angry tyrant or lord knows what else that might be out there in the hospital looking to make a meal out of him.
Shane knew he had to take the stairwell, there was really no choice. He thought, “I really hate this job...” as he sighed, shook moved his head to side cracking his stiff neck and shut the flashlight off. In the mirror, all he could see was the faint red glow of his eyes. Shane pinched the bridge of his nose and thought to himself, “Come on man, you can do this! You have to get upstairs, you have to stop Nikolai and you have to get your equipment. You have to get your phone…” He thought while opening his eyes again while nodding to himself. “Let’s show these assholes what a Wesker is made of.”
Nikolai scanned the monitors as his highly trained eyes scanned them for the slightest movement as he looked to the ones on his right seeing his men moving out as they had collected their samples and research that this forgotten building had collected. Closing his eyes, the old Russian found himself remembering the past, to that of 1998 when he went to the Raccoon City University and continued to do what he needed to do with U.B.C.S. and his duty for Umbrella who seemed to ignore him about his various warnings of betrayal and outbreaks, but that was ancient history as he looked at the monitors while his mind was still drifting a bit as he soon fixed his gaze to the monitor to his upper left seeing something odd.
He didn’t know what he was seeing from the grainy footage but it looked like a gangster from the 1930’s was walking the halls but the footage made the man vanish causing the Russian to shake his head thinking he was seeing things when in truth, it was Shane moving back upstairs once again.
Tiredness loomed around Nikolai as a yawn managed to escape him by accident as he shook his head at that before checking the time, “Almost time.” He said in his thick accent before pressing a single button on the vastness of buttons and gauges that littered before him in which controlled all of the monitors, this lonely button was to power down the entire building in a matter of a few minutes which would allow him to lock Shane inside, sadly the Russian felt he shouldn’t but the boy was becoming a pest to him and those samples he wanted to collect will be destroyed unless Afanasii managed to catch Shane, either alive or dead so he could have the samples he needed.
The boy had a rare blood type, he knew that well since Shane was the son of Albert Wesker and Alexia Ashford, he chuckled at that before fixing his gloves as his eyes looked down at the phone on the controls as he had tried getting the data from it but alas, some woman was on there telling him that he did not have access or was part of the Wesker line. This intrigued him greatly as to what Wesker had up his sleeve before he died, did he manage to keep his organization going through the use of an advanced A.I.? Or was that all of Shane’s work since he inherited all of what Wesker had before his passing? “One day.” Was all he said turning his attention to the window as he saw a sole figure in the hallway as the lights were flickering from the powering down of the hospital as the Russian was not fazed with that as he looked smug from Shane’s point of view at the end of the hallway.
Moving slowly, the young Wesker glared darkly as his eyes slowly started to glow more as Nicolai’s men soon appeared at the end of the hallway as Gennedy was there as well, all their laser sightings locked on the oncoming man as they saw the now blazing eyes moving toward them, a simple chuckle was heard from Nikolai as the men opened fire instantly onto the hallway as the Russian made his leave from the room as he headed to the stairs leading up to the roof where his helicopter was waiting.
Gennedy called for a cease-fire as everyone reloaded yet Shane seemed unfazed as their flashlights soon came to life with flickering bulbs lacking decent lighting, their flashlights revealed a startling sight as Shane was holding a bulletproof glass fragment, the size of himself as he was smirking behind it, “Bet you all didn’t expect this.” He said, he was fortunate, earlier with all that rushing water from before managed to flood various areas on the floors in which he found this floating in a pile of disgusting trash and clothing, apparently discarded from the glass behind them as he soon moved forward like a charging bull making Gennedy grunt as he jumped out of the way just as he saw two of his comrades flatten into mush against the force of both glass on the wall and Shane’s makeshift shield.
There was nothing to recognize them as Shane turned toward the down Russian who opened fire on him in which he easily avoided till he heard nothing but a clicking of the gun has run out of ammo, the others were getting up firing at him as they had to deal with the Wesker who was so swift and so agile as one was kicked out of a window and another kicked hard as he crashed into Gennedy who was getting up.
Afanasii was coming down the hallway now as Shane could hear her, adjusting his hat he turned towards the hallway opening as his eyes soon saw a trap that hadn’t been fully set making him smirk seeing it was a claymore, breaking the neck of one of Gennedy’s men trying to stab him; Shane used the body and grabbed the claymore as he stabbed it onto the body as he hurled it toward Afanasii who bashed it against the wall which was a foolish mistake as it exploded in fire and smoke as it caused her to tumble back as she collapsed to a knee while purple ichor fell to the ground. Shane fixed his suit as he said, “Shouldn’t play catch dearie.” He said tipping his hat as he moved to the security control room door as he saw the key panel before smiling as he knew the code from before, grabbing the notes he had collected from waking up he saw the numbers and entered to code: 9830.
This was the only place in the building he had seen a code panel as the green light flickered to life unlocking the room as he moved inside swiftly seeing his kukris making him smile grabbing them before snagging his phone from the control panel as he soon saw on one of the monitors Nikolai getting onto his chopper outside! That made Shane curse as he turned toward the glass as Afanasii rammed right through it making him jump in his skin as his arms covered his face in protection, the tyrant was bleeding all over the place now as he moved around her while he hurried out. Around the room as there was only one set of stairs leading up now as he hurried up and out onto the roof while he was attaching the kukris to his belt as his eyes locked on the chopper taking off.
“Shit!” Shane snapped hurrying as he ran now to the edge of the roof and jumped as hard as he could through the air as his hands extended outward snagging onto the left landing skid causing the helicopter to jerk downward in his direction nearly causing him to lose his grip on the skid as he held on tightly realizing this was the dumbest thing he was doing! He was over a hundred feet from the ground, going over treetops!
There were two other helicopters around the one Nikolai was in as he opened the door looking down at Shane holding on tightly as he shook his head, “So, you want to give yourself up?” He asked as Shane looked at him bitterly as Nikolai smirked devilishly as he spoke to the pilot in Russian as Shane felt the tops of the trees hitting against his legs now as a few tore at him while his hat flew off into the darkness from the speed of their flight as he looked forward seeing what they were doing making him hang on as tightly as possible, “You can surrender.” Nikolai said to him loudly. “I can use you.”
“Forget it!” Shane shouted before hearing a loud explosion as he turned his head back toward the hospital seeing flames rising upward into the snowy sky, lighting it up with reds and orange colors as it had exploded much like many other facilities belonging to Umbrella, but what Nikolai didn’t count on was that a few parts of the hospital managed to remain in contact. Attention from the blaze was adverted as the helicopter stared tactical movements to make Shane let go but he held on tightly till he heard a gun click making him looked up at Nikolai seeing a pistol aimed at him followed by a bang as he was shot causing him to lose his grip as another hard jerk of the helicopter caused Shane to fall.
The wind howled as pain encased Shane’s body once again as each branch of the trees tore at his clothes and flesh as his body fell like a stone through them. Sickening sounds of body colliding at such speeds against the firm and frail branches, he plummeted toward the snowy ground below as it was heard with a loud thump. The world seemed silent afterward as things were still on the snowy forest floor before painful coughing was heard followed by a groan. Shane slowly pushed himself onto hands and knees as he slowly sat back holding his neck as he grunted feeling the bullet being pushed out as it popped into his hand with wetness behind it.
“I fucking hate being shot...” He said as his vision pulsed from his head hurting, like a hammer had been hitting him for the past few minutes, fire blazing so far away but it could still be seen from the forest floor, but he wasn’t aware of the still danger he was in as Afanasii, who was still at the hospital, managed to survive the explosion.
The female tyrant, whose name meant ‘Immortal’, made her freedom from the rubble with strong pushes and stomps over the burning rubble as her chest was heaving hard inward and out as she was catching her breath before yelling loudly as her body was rushed hotly with power. Parts of her jacket was missing from the explosion and fire as she held her arms while her blood seeped swiftly from her injuries as they started to heal while her jacket sleeves were soon growing tighter against her growing arms caused by her first mutation.
In pain, her fingers crinkled like wicked witches as claws tore through her fingers as they glistened in the blazing fire around her as she looked like a new forged demon of Hell. Eyes were changing in color as they were turning redder by the second as the tearing of her jacket sleeves occurred as her once thing strong arms were now huge and muscular, panting and shouting out while her skin started to darken into a deep gray that certainly made her look more monster than human now as her mutation finally finish, her shouts and screams echoed in the forest causing her target to look in her direction as he was two miles from her but she still made him afraid.
Red eyes locked onto the three helicopters flying over the forest with brightly shining spotlights while encircling the forest allowed her to know the direction needed to get her target, she had not lost her sense to follow orders. Grunting as she shook off the tattered remains of her jacket sleeves, she moved toward the forest with her new mutated arms, ready to grab and rend Shane apart while she hissed his name over and over again.
Further up the path, Shane was still recovering from the fall but his regeneration factor could not aid him since he was suffering from exhaustion but he still couldn’t believe he survived the fall without getting killed or impaled, he did break a few ribs on the fall, he was glad for his gift Wesker injected him with. “Thanks, Dad.” He whispered before seeing the spotlights getting too close to where he was as he got up with a stagger. His body ached badly, he could see why Wesker avoided physical conflict most of the time and wasn’t as reckless like this. Sure Shane had his own way of dealing with things, hell; he was steadfast in making the world safer. “Stay with it, Shane.” He said to himself, trying desperately to stay focused with the situation instead of his own plans.