Birth of A New God [Pt 1/?]
And it begins. [I apologize for the brevity of this part, but my writer's block hates when I'm actually productive. Oh and it's a fight scene, sadly there's no sexy. At least not yet.
“I’ve had enough of your bullshit!” Chris plunged the serum needle into Wesker’s neck. The serum’s potency caused him to stumble forward, grasping the syringe. “You just another of Umbrella’s leftovers!”
Chris and Sheva took this chance to step back a bit. “You know what we have to do.” Their attention was turned to a large lever on the wall.
“I’ll go for the override lever. Cover me.” Chris sprinted to the switch as Sheva took position behind him. Wesker, fully recovered from the attack, ran for the lever himself. She fired a few shots, missing, but distracting him nonetheless.
His initial focus was stopping Chris, but he changed his mind as he flew to the ceiling. His hands quickly fastened on Sheva’s neck and with a sharp twist, her body went limp.
Chris looked back to see what had happened. He froze in immense shock. Sheva’s head was twisted to a grotesque degree, her face was stuck in endless fear and blood was escaping her mouth and nose. He ran from the lever to his lifeless partner’s side, choking back tears.
He rushed to her side, clutching onto her limp hand. “Sheva…!” The blood ceased to flow, but it stained everything, her clothes, her face, it even reached Chris.
“A minor inconvenience, but no matter,” Red eyes smiled behind dark shades. “Now the real fun can begin.”
“You son of a bitch…!” Chris pulled out his handgun and aimed for Wesker’s smirk.
“You and I both know you aren’t going to kill me.” Wesker ripped the syringe from his neck and strode toward Chris.
“Don’t make me have to kill you, Chris.” His smirk warped into a full grin, his stride never losing speed.
“Fuck you!” Chris fired when Wesker was close enough, emptying his entire clip. He continued to pull the trigger, nothing but clicks coming out of the gun.
Within seconds, Wesker closed the distance between them, they were close enough to share each other’s breath.
Chris balled up his hands and threw a left haymaker, missing the older man’s face by mere inches. He through another punch and another, each one expertly avoided.
“Your attempts only exist to exhaust you.” He flew past him. “Why make it all the more easier for me to kill you?”
Chris continued swinging at every chance he had, hoping at least one would connect.
Wesker, as he jetted past every swing, laughed loudly, egging Chris on. “This will be too easy.”
Suddenly, Chris jumped back, near Sheva’s body and scooped up her pistol. A few shots were fired, but as with the punches, they hit nothing.
“I taught you better than that, Chris.” He pulled out his Desert Eagle and fired shots of his own in one motion.
Chris had now switched to the defensive. He dodged each bullet with little difficulty and ran circles around Wesker.
As he continued to fire, he peeked down at his watch. He lowered his weapon and smirked madly. “We are now at the optimal altitude for missile deployment.” He pulled out a small remote control. “Let six billion witness the glory that is Uroboros!” With a single button press, the missile was released.
Wesker’s momentary distraction gave Chris the chance to strike. Quickly, he rushed and drove his shoulder in his former mentor’s midsection. Wesker lost but quickly regained balance, grabbing his attacker’s shoulders and launching him to the floor. He dusted himself off and walked toward Chris.
Chris returned the attack with a few well-placed shots. One struck the control in his hand and another hit him in his gloved hand.
“Gah! I am growing tired of your insolence, Chris.” He hissed as he said his subordinate’s name. He pulled him up by his shirt and held him up. “You are lucky to still be alive. You were not to witness the dawn of a new world.” He growled viciously.
Chris struggled in Wesker’s grip, but he would not let go. “Save it, Wesker!” He squirmed around. “Even if I can’t stop Uroboros, I’ll stop you!”
He pulled his knife and jammed it into the monster’s clutching fist. His grip loosened slightly, and gave Chris the chance to kick the madman back. He pulled out his own pistol and fired the remaining shots, managing to still miss, even at point-blank range.
“Face it, Chris. You failed. As we fight, below us, my new world is undergoing its creation. The unworthy are breathing their last breath.” He dodged the last shots, maintaining his glare.
He flung the now-emptied M92F at Wesker, striking him in the head. This caused Wesker to stumble back in surprise. Chris was going to throw another punch, but was caught by a powerful blow to the midsection. Chris flew back, his head coming in direct contact with something behind him. His head struck the same override lever that he had been trying to reach earlier.
His vision had lost most of its focus, it became much more blurry. As he stumbled up, his head throbbed with an intense pain; his focus was no longer on the grinning superhuman stepping towards him. He took a few steps forward, his legs failing him and returning him to the floor. He couldn’t try to get up again, his head and the pain wouldn’t allow it.
“Down so quickly…such a shame…I was just starting to enjoy myself…” Wesker’s laugh echoed throughout the airship’s storage.
Chris’s vision finally failed him, and his consciousness followed suit.
“I’ve had enough of your bullshit!” Chris plunged the serum needle into Wesker’s neck. The serum’s potency caused him to stumble forward, grasping the syringe. “You just another of Umbrella’s leftovers!”
Chris and Sheva took this chance to step back a bit. “You know what we have to do.” Their attention was turned to a large lever on the wall.
“I’ll go for the override lever. Cover me.” Chris sprinted to the switch as Sheva took position behind him. Wesker, fully recovered from the attack, ran for the lever himself. She fired a few shots, missing, but distracting him nonetheless.
His initial focus was stopping Chris, but he changed his mind as he flew to the ceiling. His hands quickly fastened on Sheva’s neck and with a sharp twist, her body went limp.
Chris looked back to see what had happened. He froze in immense shock. Sheva’s head was twisted to a grotesque degree, her face was stuck in endless fear and blood was escaping her mouth and nose. He ran from the lever to his lifeless partner’s side, choking back tears.
He rushed to her side, clutching onto her limp hand. “Sheva…!” The blood ceased to flow, but it stained everything, her clothes, her face, it even reached Chris.
“A minor inconvenience, but no matter,” Red eyes smiled behind dark shades. “Now the real fun can begin.”
“You son of a bitch…!” Chris pulled out his handgun and aimed for Wesker’s smirk.
“You and I both know you aren’t going to kill me.” Wesker ripped the syringe from his neck and strode toward Chris.
“Don’t make me have to kill you, Chris.” His smirk warped into a full grin, his stride never losing speed.
“Fuck you!” Chris fired when Wesker was close enough, emptying his entire clip. He continued to pull the trigger, nothing but clicks coming out of the gun.
Within seconds, Wesker closed the distance between them, they were close enough to share each other’s breath.
Chris balled up his hands and threw a left haymaker, missing the older man’s face by mere inches. He through another punch and another, each one expertly avoided.
“Your attempts only exist to exhaust you.” He flew past him. “Why make it all the more easier for me to kill you?”
Chris continued swinging at every chance he had, hoping at least one would connect.
Wesker, as he jetted past every swing, laughed loudly, egging Chris on. “This will be too easy.”
Suddenly, Chris jumped back, near Sheva’s body and scooped up her pistol. A few shots were fired, but as with the punches, they hit nothing.
“I taught you better than that, Chris.” He pulled out his Desert Eagle and fired shots of his own in one motion.
Chris had now switched to the defensive. He dodged each bullet with little difficulty and ran circles around Wesker.
As he continued to fire, he peeked down at his watch. He lowered his weapon and smirked madly. “We are now at the optimal altitude for missile deployment.” He pulled out a small remote control. “Let six billion witness the glory that is Uroboros!” With a single button press, the missile was released.
Wesker’s momentary distraction gave Chris the chance to strike. Quickly, he rushed and drove his shoulder in his former mentor’s midsection. Wesker lost but quickly regained balance, grabbing his attacker’s shoulders and launching him to the floor. He dusted himself off and walked toward Chris.
Chris returned the attack with a few well-placed shots. One struck the control in his hand and another hit him in his gloved hand.
“Gah! I am growing tired of your insolence, Chris.” He hissed as he said his subordinate’s name. He pulled him up by his shirt and held him up. “You are lucky to still be alive. You were not to witness the dawn of a new world.” He growled viciously.
Chris struggled in Wesker’s grip, but he would not let go. “Save it, Wesker!” He squirmed around. “Even if I can’t stop Uroboros, I’ll stop you!”
He pulled his knife and jammed it into the monster’s clutching fist. His grip loosened slightly, and gave Chris the chance to kick the madman back. He pulled out his own pistol and fired the remaining shots, managing to still miss, even at point-blank range.
“Face it, Chris. You failed. As we fight, below us, my new world is undergoing its creation. The unworthy are breathing their last breath.” He dodged the last shots, maintaining his glare.
He flung the now-emptied M92F at Wesker, striking him in the head. This caused Wesker to stumble back in surprise. Chris was going to throw another punch, but was caught by a powerful blow to the midsection. Chris flew back, his head coming in direct contact with something behind him. His head struck the same override lever that he had been trying to reach earlier.
His vision had lost most of its focus, it became much more blurry. As he stumbled up, his head throbbed with an intense pain; his focus was no longer on the grinning superhuman stepping towards him. He took a few steps forward, his legs failing him and returning him to the floor. He couldn’t try to get up again, his head and the pain wouldn’t allow it.
“Down so quickly…such a shame…I was just starting to enjoy myself…” Wesker’s laugh echoed throughout the airship’s storage.
Chris’s vision finally failed him, and his consciousness followed suit.