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Resident Evil: Insurgence Full-length Movie CrosswordRWBY vs Resident Evil 6, a rwby fanfic. Sherry counted three of them. Each mercenary carried a syringe. The picture of caution, she'd stayed out of sight and kept from engaging the mercenaries. She was more than able with a firearm, but they had numbers and tight corridors. They'd hurried through tunnels, filed out of elevators, and dogged through run- down buildings, far more intimate with the terrain. A civil war had raged miles away, over talons of rock that overlooked battered streets. Minutes ago, the BSAA hammered the Liberation forces with greater weaponry and aerial supremacy. As she'd climbed to the next floor, the artillery quieted, coating the hallway. Game Debate's Gaming Predictions For 2017. Full Clip Edition: Apr-07-2017. Full-length, Mosin Nagant M91/30. Resident Evil: Revelations 2: w/ custom scope : 2015. 54 is a Czechoslavakian variant of the Mosin Nagant rifle adopted in 1954. Disney Sues Chinese Film Studio After Copying Animated Movie. IGN is your site for Xbox One, PS4, PC, Wii-U, Xbox 360. The movie that stopped Nintendo from making more movies is getting a Steelbook special edition release. Resident Evil 7 Biohazard. It was silent, until she heard those four. She watched the first one roll up his sleeve. His buddies rolled up theirs, egging him on to do it first. He did so, jamming the syringe into his right thigh. She spun, flattened against one side of the doorway, and listened as the needles crunched against skin. Listened as the four mercenaries grunted, listened as their grunts turned to wails. Stealing a glance, the four men convulsed in session, gripping their chests and tumbling, some to their knees, others collapsing and going through spasms. The 'energy boosters'. None of them mutated, despite her intel that the 'boosters' were all a front for test samples of the C- Virus. Another one of the mercenaries crashed against the floor. Sherry winced, but her objective was still around here, somewhere. She gripped her handgun and skirted past the doorway, the howls of dying men accompany her as she continued her search. These insurgents had chosen their fates. A door at the end of the hall brought to a flight of stairs, bringing her to a thick red door with a wheel handle. Carefully, she eased the door a few inches and slid through the gap, entering the dimly- lit passageway of this floor. There was noise on that floor. Two people fighting somewhere, and one of them losing, badly. She broke into a sprint. The floor had a bunch of rooms, but she followed the ruckus. Leaning around the corner of one, she spied on a man in a black coat. Said man's leg was extended, pinning a mercenary to the wall. Two white syringes lay discarded a few feet from them. She remembered his dossier picture, the deep scar along his face. Jake Muller, with the orange symbol of the Liberation insurgents stitched onto the sleeve of his coat; in the flesh. The man re- chambered his leg, letting the pinned mercenary slide to the ground unresponsively. She holstered her Triple Shot to approach the two of them. He didn't pull a gun on her, at least. A hissing noise filled the air, drawing their attention to the unconscious man, whose body took on a fiery glow. The skin blackened, until the charred color consumed the rest of his body. All his bones, all the flesh shattered, decomposing with spurts of bloody fluid until it all turned to ash. The new term for people infected with the virus was J'avo. The first J'avo captured, alive, was a godsend. Yet her target stood right in front of her, dose already taken. No mutation, no freakish, demonic wings spurted from his back, or gangrene tentacles exploding out of his mouth like in the Wesker report. She'd found him. She'd found the man who would give them a cure. On the nearby wall, veined walls discolored with rust and cracked ugly, or missing plaster, she found a garbage chute hatch, mildly surprised at how easily it opened. The next room had a full ceiling, casting the intruders in an eerie, distant glow. A fourth joined them as the leader spotted Jake and her, and charged straight for them. Even in minimal lighting, she saw the cluster of glazed bulbs the virus replaced their eyes with, wreaked across their skin. Sherry already had her handgun drawn when Muller circled past her, smirking. Their gang crossed a length of sunlight as they entered, which Sherry quickly realized wasn't sunlight at all. Jake paused in mid- leap, one of his legs already tucked into the chute without the other. A white light, shaped like a sphere, brighter than the sunlight pouring in through the ragged ceiling, obscured the J'avo. Sherry shielded her eyes. Maybe it blinded them. They grunted with something close to surprise, apparently trapped on the other side. Though she used an arm to keep herself from being blinded, Sherry kept her Triple Shot aimed with a hand. Then, the light began to bleed. It pulled from the sphere with a stretching, winding gurgle. A shadowy figure pushed its way out, shaking itself, freed from containment. The shadow grew an arm, and in that arm was a scythe, one that dwarfed the shadow in size. The sphere of blinding light that materialized from nowhere shivered, distorting until it winked out of existence and returned normal color to the room. The J'avo waited on the other side of the room, some of them crouching defensively. Sherry heard a shriek; a girl's voice, not her own, and certainly not the J'avo. She wondered if it was one of the J'avo, maybe a side- effect of the C- Virus. But she abandoned the thought. Her attention went back to that scythe, that huge bastard of a scythe. The figure holding it remained in silhouette, probably just her eyes readjusting. She had two eyes, and the grotesque mutants on the other side of the room had several, and they were scattered. The US government was sure that each of the eyes functioned on their own. So they had to be blind, right? The scythe blurred. There was a thick cutting noise. One of the J'avo fell with a hiss of spewing blood. His head bounced off the ceiling, taken straight off the body. Straight, off. Sherry felt her eyes widening and her hands numbing. The shadowy figure was no longer still. She blinked, focused, but she heard the awful cleaving sound before she opened her eyes again. A second J'avo fell forward, his head also missing. The head landed with a thump a second later. The next J'avo screeched as the scythe smashed against its chest. There was a bang, and a flash, before the J'avo launched off its feet. Its torso vanished in an explosion of sizzling fluids and gore. The last J'avo, startled, reached for something behind his back. That time, Sherry noticed a streak of red, just an instant. Like a wisp of floating flower petals - razor- sharp petals that diced through the J'avo's collar bone and split through him. The bifurcated halves blasted apart from each other. Sherry saw the short- haired, pale- skinned girl holding the scythe at last. A gigantic, unstained scythe that should have flattened her, slung over her shoulder. By the girl's feet, along the walls, splattered across the floors, and from the severed heads that found their rest on the floor, the corpses of the J'avo began disintegrating, just like before. Crude, but it was better than being numb from shock. Sherry trained her weapon on the scythe- wielding teenager, waiting for any sudden moves..! Are you with the insurgents? She wasn't dressed like an insurgent. She didn't have one of those spider- shaped emblems, the same emblem on Jake's shoulder. In fact, she was almost the spitting image of Red Riding Hood: a red cloak, black dress, boots and all. But either Sherry needed to re- read Little Red Riding Hood, or.. She glanced at the J'avo that had gotten launched off his feet. Helping get rid of the corpse was the absence of the torso, liquefied before he even hit the ground. She remembered the flash .. The asshole was grinning! Evil, soulless monsters.? She wasn't even Sherry's height. Sherry briefly supposed that the scythe might be a prop of some kind, until she recalled the severed, flying heads.. She had to escort Jake Muller. Her mission came first. She stepped in front of him, keeping her gun on the mysterious girl. It was so non- threatening, Sherry almost felt embarrassed that the action nearly caused her to shoot the girl. Sherry's reflexes whirled her around, spotting the J'avo that appeared through the same doorway she'd entered from, gun pointed. Sherry stiffened when the projectile rocketed between her and Muller, and she recoiled, shoved by the force of the wind. The J'avo's face exploded into itty pieces, a superb headshot. Of course, the admiration was short- lived when she stumbled from proximity. Muller jumped too, both spinning to find the scythe- wielding girl holding her scythe upside- down, forcing back a lever that resembled a gun's hammer. A bullet casing popped out with an audible snap and jingled when it hit the floor. The J'avo was dead, deader than dead, in fact. Reports said the J'avo could regenerate. Imagine. That fucker so wasn't coming back. Sherry ignored the wisp in her breaths and tried to force the church bells from her ears. They clanged from every direction, making her wobble, momentarily delirious. She breathed. She didn't know what was going on in Jake's mind, but he'd stopped grinning. She had a feeling that if he'd had a firearm, he'd have drawn it. If you have any Beowolves, or Ursi around you need extermina- . The hell are you talking about? Do you have any scary, violent monsters here that try to harm innocent people.. Please start making sense. My name is Sherry Birkin, I'm with the United States Division of Security Operations. I need you to come with me. I need to get you to a safe zone- . This place isn't safe. I was just waiting to go to the bathroom when that guy tried- . So he had gone through with it. I'll take care of the J'avo for you. Ruby took another step back. Her eyes screwed shut, and she massaged her forehead. This is a matter pertaining to the US government and if you interfere, I have no choice but to use lethal force. Sherry felt the Triple Shot stir in her hands. She was threatening a child soldier, not a child, even if her appearance made that hard to believe; a super human killer on top of that. She did just save our lives. But you, Miss Birkin of the United States of A, I understand you. He raised his index finger interpretively. The good guys want to recruit me? But I don't come cheap.
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