Psycho
Resident Evil: 5
Written By: Psycho
Produced By: S.T.A.R.S. Clan Forums
Disclaimer: The only characters I own in this are the originals.
Introduction
"Wesker!" Chris Redfield, member, and possible only survivor, of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team laughed, "You're going senile!"
Albert Wesker paid no attention to Chris, turning his sunglass covered eyes to stare at whatever-the-fuck was floating inside the giant test tube.
"It's magnificent." Wesker murmured. His breath condensing on the side of the hellishly cold test tube.
"Chris. How dare you stand in the presence of the ultimate lifeform." Wesker smiled slightly.
"Tyrant." The single word echoed in the void of Umbrella's laboratory. Without warning, the tank began to drain, the liquid disappearing from the bottom of the test tube, very likely to be never seen again. The thing, Tyrant, started twitching. Wesker spun around to face Chris.
"Well, Mr. Redfield, it appears that your path ends here." Wesker took a step forward. He was now directly in front of the test tube.
"You have fought your way through my mansion. Proving, simply by your survival, that the T-Virus needs more work. Now, my lab rat, prepare to die." Wesker drew his Desert Eagle and aimed it at Chris. But Chris was not paying attention to Wesker.
"Wesker!" He yelled as the Tyrant's claw exploded through the glass. Wesker didn't even have time to scream. Blood exploded out of his mouth as the claw ripped through his vital organs, killing the Captain instantly. The Tyrant stepped out of the remains of the test-tube, still holding the corpse of Wesker on his giant claw. The Tyrant turned his cataract white eyes toward Chris, tossing the body of Wesker over it's shoulder in an almost non-chalant fashion. Chris backed up to the wall. His opponent was monstrously tall, How ironic. Chris thought, with bluish-gray skin and a immense brown claw where it's right arm should be. The Tyrant growled. Chris looked down at his shotgun, mentally reminding himself that he only has three shells left.
"Alright," He said, cocking his shotgun, "come get some, you test tube freak!!" He screamed the last word, pointing his shotgun at the Tyrant as it lunged. Chris fired, but to no avail, and the claw pierced through him. Chris Redfield screamed in pain, and the entire world went blank.
Written By: Psycho
Produced By: S.T.A.R.S. Clan Forums
Disclaimer: The only characters I own in this are the originals.
Introduction
"Wesker!" Chris Redfield, member, and possible only survivor, of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team laughed, "You're going senile!"
Albert Wesker paid no attention to Chris, turning his sunglass covered eyes to stare at whatever-the-fuck was floating inside the giant test tube.
"It's magnificent." Wesker murmured. His breath condensing on the side of the hellishly cold test tube.
"Chris. How dare you stand in the presence of the ultimate lifeform." Wesker smiled slightly.
"Tyrant." The single word echoed in the void of Umbrella's laboratory. Without warning, the tank began to drain, the liquid disappearing from the bottom of the test tube, very likely to be never seen again. The thing, Tyrant, started twitching. Wesker spun around to face Chris.
"Well, Mr. Redfield, it appears that your path ends here." Wesker took a step forward. He was now directly in front of the test tube.
"You have fought your way through my mansion. Proving, simply by your survival, that the T-Virus needs more work. Now, my lab rat, prepare to die." Wesker drew his Desert Eagle and aimed it at Chris. But Chris was not paying attention to Wesker.
"Wesker!" He yelled as the Tyrant's claw exploded through the glass. Wesker didn't even have time to scream. Blood exploded out of his mouth as the claw ripped through his vital organs, killing the Captain instantly. The Tyrant stepped out of the remains of the test-tube, still holding the corpse of Wesker on his giant claw. The Tyrant turned his cataract white eyes toward Chris, tossing the body of Wesker over it's shoulder in an almost non-chalant fashion. Chris backed up to the wall. His opponent was monstrously tall, How ironic. Chris thought, with bluish-gray skin and a immense brown claw where it's right arm should be. The Tyrant growled. Chris looked down at his shotgun, mentally reminding himself that he only has three shells left.
"Alright," He said, cocking his shotgun, "come get some, you test tube freak!!" He screamed the last word, pointing his shotgun at the Tyrant as it lunged. Chris fired, but to no avail, and the claw pierced through him. Chris Redfield screamed in pain, and the entire world went blank.