NoEndinSighttoMy Nightmare: Nineteen: ItAllGetsDarkerFromHere

Blue eyes flutter open, then slowly begin to close, before a female voice shakes the sleep from Leon's mind, "Hey.. Good to see you're awake…"

Claire smiles at him from her side of the bars, then leans back, pulling her arms back through to her side, "Didn't think you'd ever wake up…"

Leon laughs slightly, attempts to reply, but Dusty chimes in, "God I told her hours ago to throw stuff at you, your snoring wakes the dead…."

The older male just grumbles and flips the cop off, "Yeah yeah…. So.. How did we end up here?"

"I think I can answer that for you Kennedy…." Thomas slowly rounds the corner after he descends a small set of stairs..

"Thomas!" call out Leon and Claire, Dusty just kinda sitting back and picking his left ear.

"I was gonna tell you guys he was around…" is all Dusty says before Thomas continues.

"Nemesis promptly rendered all three of you unconscious… And instead of killing you, I thought I'd provide myself a little entertainment and placed you all in here… Separated of course so you can't collectively get out…"

Leon scoffs and reaches through the railing at the mutant, "C'mere!"

He flips back, landing at the base of the stairwell, "Hmph… You're feisty today.. You'll go first… I'll be back for you in a while.. Do try to stay alive…" the last line slowly fades off as he ascends the stairs.

What the hell? Leon quickly feels the apprehension and fear crawl up his spine.

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The walls are pristine, almost reflective in nature from the amount of care applied to them over the years. The floors shine with their own luminosity as the lights are flicked on, two black boots slowly clacking across them. The rows of filing cabinets are quickly passed as Thomas makes his way to the very back, where Umbrella's recent projects await their filing status.

He drops his hand on the top one and flips it open, quickly thumbing through the contents, "What shall I pull up today?"

Hunter-status reports… Viral naming conditions… New Transport Protocol… Useless crap that is not his object of search. Finally he comes across something eye-catching.

"Ah…. I think Guinevere will do nicely…."

His deep, evil laugh echoes around the room as Thomas quickly leaves the room, the lights clicking off as the door shuts behind him. This is going to be a lot of fun, Thomas can already tell…

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"What the hell is that?" gasps Claire as the floor begins to part in the middle of Leon's cell.

"Go ahead and enter Kennedy… Your time is nigh my enemy.."

Claire shakes her head at Leon, her eyes begging him not to go, his injuries still haven't even finished clotting shut yet, "I'll be fine… Don't worry about me…"

She sighs and silently watches the object of her affections walk onto the platform, then descend into an uncertain fate, Take care Leon…

11

"What have I gotten myself into..? And why is it so damn cold in here!"

Leon zips up his jacket, then sighs in defeat as the zipper has detached from one side. The sounds of wood on metal rings off into the room, which is half-covered in darkness..

TWANG!

Leon spins to the left, his eyes catching the red arrow as it flies past him, digging into the wall with god-like momentum, "What in the name of…"

The words are lost as he finally spots his assailant, a young woman holding a bow, the red quiver slung over her left shoulder. Her hair is long and platinum, shining in the single ray of light raining upon her. Ruby-red lips curl up into a smirk as she loads another arrow into the ranged weapon, then pulls it back..

"Who are you!" screams the agent as he steps toward her..

"Dodge the next one and I'll tell you!" comes the reply.

TWANG! Leon quickly drops to his knees, a scream of pain filling the room as the gash in his chest reopens.

He can't even care that he dodged another arrow as blood puddles around him, the BOW quickly walking towards him. As she approaches Leon quickly realizes the bow is actually two growths of bone protruding from her wrist, the string surgically attached to the points. She wraps the hand around his neck and lifts him up.. Her pink eyes flashing into his blue.

"Get out of here… Come back when you're not so wounded…"

Leon promptly flies through the air, then slams into wall and falls unconscious.

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"Leon?"

Claire? Is that you…? God it's so good to hear your voice…What time is it?

"Leon… Wake up! Come on!"

Just five more minutes? Come on… Please Claire?

"Look, if you don't wake your ass up right now I'm gonna take Claire and leave here without you!"

Leon's eyes flash open in a fit of rage as he reaches out through the bars at Dusty, "I'll kill you!"

Dusty smirks and points behind him, "You may want to kill that first… Seems Thomas isn't too happy that the thing downstairs showed you mercy…"

The agent quickly spins around, his left arm wrapped around his waist instinctively as he stares into the warped and half-melted face of a Licker. The creature hisses violently at him, then drops from the ceiling with cat-like finesse..

"Not," Leon spins around, "this time pal…" he drives his right foot into its face, slamming the monstrosity's head against the wall with a crunch.

He turns to face Dusty, "When we get out of here… You're cleaning this mess up…."

11

"Why! Why are they all still alive!" small pieces of furniture and silverware line the walls and floor across from the mutant.

Thomas growls and stares at the cowering woman before him, the Umbrella badge making him sick to his stomach… She yelps in fear at his sudden gaze at her and attempts to crawl away, but Thomas grabs her leg…

"What do you know about the Project that created me!" spit flies from his lips as he screams the question at her…

"I…I… I don't know anything!" she places her hands in a prayer-form, "Please don't kill me… Your mutation was caused by an infection from the Nemesis Omega Program.. We don't know anything of what the new strain does to the human body.. PLEASEDON'T KILLME!"

Thomas snarls and throws a punch down at the girl, his knuckles slamming into the wall a mere inch from her face, "Get out of my sight…"

The scientist doesn't need to be told twice, as she is gone before Thomas can stand upright. One of the monitors before him flashes, alerting Thomas to an incoming call.

"Hmm? Peculiar…" he presses the red button, a face he hasn't seen in months slowly crawling from the static.

"Donnelly?"

"Haha, yes, Thomas, it's me… How've you been doing?" the smirk on his old friend's face sends Thomas's blood into a boiling rage.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME! DIDN'T YOU!" the walls slightly quaver from the rage.

"Hmm?" Neil applies an unemotional expression and leans back in his chair, "No… I didn't get you infected.. Though I was the one that personally sent you in to take care of any survivors…"

"Hmph, thank you for leaving me with the most aggravating guests and the most uncooperative means to deal with them…." the sarcasm is heavy and evident even through the crappy speaker system.

A chuckle, "Ah, Guinevere eh? Yeah we made a mistake by using an athlete for the base of that project… Send down the other two if one of them is injured still."

Thomas growls and glares straight into the camera, "You do realize that when I'm done here, I'm coming for you, right?"

"I doubt you'll do any such thing my old comrade," a black box is raised in Neil's left hand.

Before the mutant can raise an eyebrow to question it, a button is pressed and Thomas promptly drops to the ground, his entire body numb, "Like it? You remember the microchip we implanted in all UBCS soldiers? Seems the shock carries through the virus faster than blood…. So you disobey me, you won't get to move."

"Tu…. Tur… Turn it o… Off…." the once menacing voice is light and strained.

"Oohh…. Is that a request for mercy?" the snide expression on the Umbrella Director is too much for Thomas to bear.

Neil jumps back on his side of the conversation as Thomas is back up and staring into the camera with a new fierce determination, "Look you psychotic… FUCK! If you don't turn it off… I will overcome the feeling for more than a few minutes and personally kick your ass with my limp legs!"

Neil gasps and quickly presses the button, "Seems I need to ramp up the char-" the monitor explodes as Thomas kicks it in with a relentless boot.

"Bastard. Now, where is that last folder?" purple-tinted hands scrabble through the stack of papers on the desk as the mutant scans the names.

"AH! Here we are! Project UC-009. Twist. Hmm.. Hyper-extended muscles… Reflexes that almost border on Premonition. But… Uh oh, I don't like 'buts'…. 'Project has rejected all attempts at micro-chip implantation. Therefore all means to control this BOW have failed.' Great… Last Resort it is then…"

Something clicks in the G-Human's mind as he stares at the pictures. His lips snarl up into one of the most sadistic smiles in Umbrella history as his fingers flip open the control panel and he types in the silent self-detonation code. Before the sequence can even initiate, cracked fingers are crossing the keyboard again, this time starting the activation procedures for Twist.

"Good luck."

11

The room is completely dark, near silent except for the occasional bubbling from something within. Slowly single rows of lights flicker to life, machinery kicking into motion. Countless stasis-chambers flash blue as the different monstrosities on life-support start to float from the onset of bubbles. The farther back in the room the lights travel, the larger the tubes get, until they reach one that travels the entire length of the back wall. The Viral Weapon inside is the only BOW to rest on its back, each of its limbs are stretched out and bobbing softly in the life supporting liquid. Suddenly a red light begins to flash above the horizontal cage as ports open up underneath the monster inside, draining the crystal blue liquid. As the chamber fills with air, the chest begins to expand and contract, slowly at first, but picks up speed as four eyes crack open.

"Reanimation Sequence Complete."

Long, wormy fingers curl into a fist, then it slams through the end of the tank, nearly seven feet down. As the arm curls up and over the top, Twist slowly begins to wiggle out.

As the BOW stands up on shaky legs, it's body begins to shrink and contract, taking on a more human form. Machinery kicks to life and robotic arms begin to snap in large metallic plates around Twist's body. A few more seconds of this and the BOW is clad in heavy body-armor, hiding its true form.

As the monster turns toward the door it growls menacingly, "Project Twist is Green-Lighted."

Yeah yeah, I'm back finally. Pumped this chapter out, hopefully can do a repeat with the next one. Do a Little Twist.