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"This is it," Atlas said. "The Boiler Room. The heart of the facility."
[The Boiler Room –]
They entered the room.
The heat was intense. The air shimred. But it wasn't just heat.
The room was covered in sli. The walls, the floor, the machinery—everything was coated in a thick, pulsating layer of leeches. Thousands of them.
Standing on a catwalk above them, looking down with an arrogant sneer, was a young man. He had long, flowing hair and wore white robes.
He began to clap. A slow, mocking applause.
"Welco, welco, great survivors," the young man sang, his voice lodic and chilling. "I'm glad you could co. Co on in. You are my honored guests."
He spread his arms wide.
"After all... this is your funeral."
"Who are you?" Billy shouted, raising his gun.
The young man smiled. His skin began to ripple. His face shifted, aged, morphed.
In seconds, the young man was gone. Standing in his place was an old man with wild grey hair and a cruel face.
Rebecca gasped. "Dr. Marcus! The portrait... how is this possible?"
"You died ten years ago!" Billy yelled.
"Died?" Marcus laughed. It was a wet, gurgling sound. "Oh, yes. I died."
He paced the catwalk.
"Ten years ago, Spencer sent a team to assassinate . And who led them? My own disciples. n I trusted. n I taught."
His eyes glowed red.
"They shot . They stole my research. And they threw my body into the sewers like garbage."
The leeches on the walls began to vibrate, responding to his anger.
"But a miracle happened," Marcus hissed. "My Queen... she didn't let go. The Progenitor Virus in the Queen Leech's body... it entered my wounds. It consud . It beca ."
He looked at his hands, watching the leeches crawl over his skin.
"It took ten years to digest my mory. To give a new life. And now..."
He pointed a finger at the three of them.
"Now, the world will feel my wrath. Umbrella will burn to ashes. And humanity will burn with it."
"You're insane," Billy said, stepping forward. "You're just a monster."
"A monster?" Marcus sneered. "I am a God."
"You have to pay the price for your cruelty," Billy said, aiming his Magnum.
"Really?" Marcus smiled, his face splitting open down the center to reveal a churning mass of needle-teeth and glistening sli. "Then let's see who dies first."
SCREEEEECH!
The sound wasn't human. It was the collective scream of a million parasites.
Marcus's body exploded.
He didn't just transform; he erupted. The human guise lted away like wax under a blowtorch, replaced instantly by a towering, gelatinous mass of black leeches. The creature expanded, growing legs thick as tree trunks, whipping tentacles, and a horrific, gaping maw that dripped acidic bile.
Subject: QUEEN LEECH (First Form).
The heat in the boiler room seed to spike as the monster's mass filled the space, blocking out the light.
"Open fire!" Billy roared, his combat instincts overriding the horror.
The room erupted in noise.
Billy planted his feet, emptying the magazine of his submachine gun. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT. Brass casings rained onto the tal grating.
Rebecca shouldered her grenade launcher. THUMP. A high-explosive round sailed through the air.
Atlas unleashed the fury of the Lightning Hawk.
BLAM. BLAM.
The onslaught was deafening. The bullets hit the Queen Leech, splashing into the wet, black mass. Flesh ripped, sli sprayed, and the grenades detonated with light flashes.
But it didn't matter.
The creature mostly ignored them. The bullets disappeared into its gelatinous body like stones thrown into a swamp, so ricocheting harmlessly off the hardened carapace beneath the sli. Even the grenades, which blew massive craters in its side, only slowed it down for a second. The leeches writhed and knitted back together instantly, closing the wounds before the smoke could clear.
ROAR!
It lashed out with a massive tentacle, smashing a heavy industrial boiler tank.
CLANG-HISSS!
Steam hissed violently into the room, blinding them, scalding the air.
"It's regenerating too fast!" Rebecca scread, reloading her launcher with trembling hands.
"We can't kill it! The biomass is too dense!"
They were doing limited damage. They were ants biting a mountain.
"It seems we have to do this the old-fashioned way," Atlas spoke. His voice cut through the chaos—calm, bored, almost disappointed. "Now, you two... back down!"
Billy and Rebecca looked at him with questioning eyes. The order seed insane.
Back down? Against this?
But they did it. They backed away slowly, still firing suppressive bursts. In the few hours they had known him, they had learned one undeniable truth: Atlas operated on a different level of reality. They were elite officers, trained to push the human body to its limit, which is exactly why they knew that what Atlas did was impossible.
Once they were out of the Queen Leech's imdiate reach, Atlas holstered his Lightning Hawk. The heavy revolver slid into place with a chanical click.
He stood alone on the catwalk, staring up at the ten-foot monstrosity.
"I'll make this quick—for ," Atlas said.
He clenched his fists, the leather of his gloves groaning under the pressure.
SNIKT.
Billy's eyes widened. He lowered his submachine gun, forgetting to fire.
Long blades erupted from Atlas's knuckles. They weren't steel. They were white, gleaming, polished bone, humming with a lethal density that seed to vibrate the air around them.
"What the hell..." Billy whispered.
Atlas didn't wait for a reaction.
He didn't vanish—that would be magic. Instead, he exploded into motion with a terrifying burst of kinetic energy, cracking the tal grate beneath his boots.
To Billy and Rebecca, he was a blur of black leather and white bone.
The Queen Leech, sensing the sudden spike in air pressure, swung a massive, sludge-heavy arm to crush him. The limb was thick as a tree trunk, dripping with acidic sli.
Atlas didn't dodge. He ran up the arm.
He moved like a phantom, his boots finding purchase on the shifting, wet sli. He sprinted along the heaving tentacle, his claws trailing behind him in a blur of silver-white light.
SHING-SHING-SHING.
He didn't just cut; he minced.
As his feet left the limb, the tentacle fell apart behind him. It disintegrated into slices of at and sli, the cross-sections sliding off each other wetly. The limb was severed completely before the monster's primitive brain could even register the pain.
Atlas leaped from the disintegrating stump, spinning mid-air. He landed heavily on the creature's back, his boots digging into the soft, shifting tissue of the colony.
"Too slow, Marcus," Atlas taunted, his voice audible over the roar of the stem.
He raised both hands high, the bone claws glinting in the ergency lights, and drove them deep into the creature's shoulders.
SQUELCH.
He didn't just stab; he ripped outward, tearing the deltoids apart.
A fountain of green blood and black leeches geysered into the air, splashing against the ceiling.
But Atlas wasn't done. He retracted his arms like hydraulic pistons and plunged the blades back into the wet, shifting mass, this ti aiming lower, toward the spine.
SH-CHUNK.
He ripped outward again.
TEAR.
Then again.
He turned his body into a biological excavator. With every strike, he didn't just wound the creature; he evicted parts of it. Massive clumps of the parasite colony were shorn loose, tumbling to the floor in wet, writhing heaps. He was physically reducing the monster's bulk, carving a trench through the Queen's back faster than the leeches could crawl over one another to fill the void.
SLASH-RIP.
Chunks of black sli flew past his face. The Queen's mass decreased visibly, the hump on its back hollowed out by the relentless, chanical ferocity of the assault.
The Queen Leech scread—a pitiful, high-pitched wail of confusion and agony. It thrashed wildly, its body contorting as it realized it was being disassembled from the inside out. Tentacles erupted from its back, trying to grab the parasite, trying to absorb him. It morphed, shifting its mass to envelop him in a suffocating hug.
Atlas saw the walls of sli closing in.
He planted his feet on the exposed vertebrae of the monster.
Atlas backflipped off the creature, executing a perfect arc and landing lightly on the floor ten feet away.
"Phase Two?" Atlas asked, tilting his head, his grey eyes cold. "Show ."
The Queen Leech roared, the sound vibrating in their chests. It began to glow with a bio-luminescent rage as more and more leeches rged with it. The sli receded slightly as its skin hardened into a glossy, chitinous armor. Spikes erupted from its torso.
Its mass condensed, trading reach for density and speed.
It lunged.
This ti, it was fast. Terrifyingly fast.
It unleashed a chaotic storm of tentacles and razor-sharp teeth, closing the distance in a heartbeat.
Atlas's eyes narrowed. The monster had accelerated. It was no longer a stationary target; it was a siege engine moving at highway speeds. But Atlas was still faster—by a razor-thin margin.
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