[TWD x Resident Evil] — Chapter 740 - The G-Creature!
Is it over.
Leon could even smell the sweet, metallic scent on the spear's tip.
It seemed the only way he could beat her was to take that half-finished G-Virus.
But it was still just an incomplete backup. Injecting it rashly, no one could predict what it would do. And if William couldn't scrub the side effects, he was finished. Truly finished.
Then.
A figure wreathed in raging flames came bursting straight out of the inferno.
Claire Redfield.
Fire on all sides. Half her body was burning. She didn't flinch. She didn't try to smother the flames eating through her flesh.
She only looked at the spear about to punch through Leon's chest.
Then, with every last scrap of strength she had, she threw herself forward.
Her own burning body, placed between Leon and that spear.
Time stretched.
In Leon's eyes, there was nothing left but Claire Redfield's face, blackened by smoke and fire.
PFFT,!
Wet. Dull. The sound of metal finding flesh.
The solid wooden spear punched through Claire Redfield's back without the slightest resistance, drove out through her chest, hot blood dripping from the tip.
"No—!"
From the far corner of the banquet hall, Chris Redfield let out a roar that could tear the world apart.
He watched his sister crumple like a dying leaf, pinned to the floor by that spear. The last shred of reason in his eyes was swallowed whole by rage and despair.
"AAAAAAH!"
He went berserk. He raised his assault rifle.
RATA-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
Bullets hammered into Alexia in a frenzied torrent.
The biological vines absorbed every one. She didn't even flinch.
"Claire!"
Ada's voice, from the other side.
FWIP!
A grappling hook shot from the device on her wrist and latched onto Claire Redfield's ankle. She was trying to drag her back to safety.
Claire lay on the ground. Blood was evacuating her body through the hole in her chest at a terrifying rate.
She wasn't looking at her brother emptying his magazine above her. She wasn't looking at Ada scrambling to reach her.
Her gaze had never moved.
From the very beginning to this moment, it had only ever rested on the man not far away, the one struggling to drag himself up off the ground.
She was looking at Leon.
And then she smiled.
Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. It made the smile look achingly beautiful and utterly devastating at the same time.
That smile burned itself into Leon's chest like a brand pressed to bare skin.
Pain.
Ten thousand times worse than every blister and puncture wound on his body put together.
Leon stopped fighting.
He stopped trying to stand.
He only stared, those bloodshot eyes locked on Claire Redfield lying in the pool of blood.
Then, with the only hand that still worked, his right, he reached inside his scorched, shredded Tactical Vest.
His fingers closed around a cylindrical syringe cast from high-strength alloy.
The G-Virus backup.
A half-finished product. Still nowhere close to stable.
To hell with the consequences.
Right now, he wanted one thing. He wanted the woman in front of him, the one who called herself a god, to taste suffering ten thousand times worse than death itself.
He wanted her to endure his torment forever. Unable to die. Unable to end it.
Leon yanked out the syringe.
He drove the thick needle straight into his own thigh.
Thumb down. Hard.
Thmp.
Half a tube of viscous, deep-blue liquid emptied into his body.
Ice-cold. It hit his veins like a current, surged toward his heart, and was pumped outward into every last corner of him.
"Urgh, ahhh—"
Leon's body arched violently. Something erupted from his throat that no longer sounded human.
That was not pain.
That was something else entirely. Something that had no name for it yet, a forced tearing apart and reconstitution of life itself, cells and sinew and bone rewritten at the most fundamental level.
CRACK. CRACK.
Every bone in his body was snapping under the strain.
Muscle fibers tore open, then multiplied, swelled, rebuilt themselves into something monstrous.
At the joint of his right shoulder, a massive eyeball forced its way through skin and flesh, bulging, pulsing, laced with blood vessels, its pupil spinning wildly as it locked onto Alexia across the room.
His right arm began to twist and deform. The skin split. Dark-red muscle tissue erupted through the gaps, proliferating at a terrifying rate. His five fingers fused together, merged into one vast, grotesque claw.
Alexia stopped.
She stared at the man in front of her. At the enormous eyeball growing from his shoulder. At the thing he was becoming.
Those blood-red irises of hers were filled with something she almost never felt.
Shock.
This was a power she had never encountered. More primal than anything she knew. More chaotic. More savage.
What had this man done to himself?
"ROAAARRR—!"
The sound that detonated from deep inside Leon's throat was not a human sound. It hit the walls of the banquet hall and the whole room hummed with it, a vibration felt in the chest, the teeth, the bones.
He rose to his feet.
No.
What rose to its feet was no longer Leon.
It was a G-Creature.
And it had come to destroy.
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