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- Since Wesker and the Witch, the king and queen, died, Heroes World has changed a lot... The entire royal retinue was disbanded, Arandor and Hostor lost their honorary positions. And a cold war began in the country - between those who supported Wesker's policies and those who were against them. Hah, if only they knew the whole truth about him...
I shudder every time I remember that night - I managed to stop the spread of U.G., but at what cost? If I had figured out Wesker's plans earlier, if I had stopped him... No, I can't blame myself for their deaths, it's not my fault. I did everything I could. Thankfully, Wervolka, Naira, Whirlwind, and Siver made it safely to the city and got out of the forest.
[Flashback]
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Arandor: So where is everyone?
Hostor: I don't know. They could at least check in on the radio... I'm worried.
Arandor: I'll help you chase away the sadness! Listen, I had this dream last night...
Hostor: Not this again! ><
Arandor: ...and then I fired a bazooka and tore all the enemies apart!
Hostor: Well done!!! >_> Thank God that's over... Look, Ar, Naira and Wervolka!
Arandor: What happened? Why do you look so scared?!
Naira: Lizard, Amko, Drakkoshka, and Amko... They're all dead!
Wervolka: It's all...
Hostor and Arandor: It's all VISTRIT!!!
Vistrit: Should I chop you two up too?
Arandor: Vistrit?!
Hostor: You..!
Naira: He's telling the truth, it's all animals infected with U.G. from Arandor's forests.
Wervolka: Wesker is behind everything. He was trying to spread U.G. throughout all of HW. Vistrit tried to stop him and save us.
Hostor: Vistrit, you shot me! You killed Brackman!
Vistrit: I shot Wesker. And Brack didn't leave me a choice, he was blinded by faith.
Arandor: Vis, tell us what happened!
After a short but colorful story.
Arandor: Holy crap! "Avatar" is a really cool movie!
Wervolka: And what about Wesker, Vistrit?
After a long and tedious narrative.
Vistrit: Wes almost killed me, but the Witch stopped him. They both fell out the window together.
Hostor: Oh, no! SISTER!!! We... we need to save her and make sure Wesker is dead.
Arandor: Hos, don't be dense. What's the probability that upon hitting solid ground their bodies wouldn't be splattered like a mosquito on a person's skin?
VisTrit: *Wesker...*
Naira: But what if they survived?
Arandor: And what if I were Superman?
Vistrit: You'd wear tights and look like a homo... Though you're already in a jester's outfit... heh...
Arandor: Hey!
Hostor: Sisteeeeeer!
Wervolka and Naira: Stop your hysterics! We need to find them!
Arandor: What happened to S.T.A.F.S.?
Wervolka: Most likely they're all dead.
Two more people, clearly disheveled, tired, and wounded, joined the conversation.
Siver: Dead, but not all.
Major Whirlwind: VisTrit, we want to know what happened to our comrades, and what actually happened. In any case, if the king is not yet safe, we need to fix that.
Naira: Whirl...
VisTrit: Guys, listen to me carefully. You need to tell everyone the truth, otherwise a civil war will start!
Whirl: Vis, but what about you?
VisTrit: I can't stay here. I'm listed as a criminal.
[...End of Flashback...]
They tried to tell everyone what had happened, but no one believed them. Everyone believed... the surviving Volk. Who said... told everyone that it was me... that I killed everyone! Lured them into that mansion and killed them! And then finished off the beloved king. Why did they trust his opinion? Everyone knows who Volk is! Wesker was right when he talked about his slyness, that's for sure.
Wesker - you always knew who to take as allies. This slimy, cunning bastard, lacking any fighting skills, knew perfectly well how to lie and... betray. Driven by the idea of the apocalypse, he maniacally followed his commander's orders.
I should have killed him back then, in the mansion! But I didn't foresee it, besides - I'm not a killer.
What can be said about the survivors? They remember that day with horror, especially Naira and Arandor, remembering their good friend Lizard. Arandor, as expected, believed his friends. He was furious at his king.
Wervolka dedicated her life to art, while Siver and Major went to serve in the regular police on HW. Two cops - two partners, two friends.
Volk, on the other hand, became the personal advisor to the most influential local mafia boss, Don Tieru. Basically, it was to be expected from him.
Notably, I am now returning to the country I saved from destruction, but where I am considered a villain guilty of the King's death. It's sad.
At the police headquarters, there was the usual hustle and bustle - piles of paper, phone calls, and not a minute for a cup of coffee.
- Hey, Siver. Hello.
Siverfale: Hello.
- You and Whirl need to go to the city prison today to check some documents, you remember that, right?
Siverfale: Yes, of course.
- Great.
Siver headed to his office, downing a cup of coffee along the way. Major Whirlwind and Hostor were already sitting in the office.
Siver: Hi, guys. Hostor, what's the occasion?
Hostor: Do you remember what day it is today?
Siver (thinking for a moment): Yeah, Tuesday.
Major Whirlwind: The exact date?
Siver: May twenty-fifth, two thousand ten. Tuesday. Exactly two o'clock in the afternoon. Does that work?
Major Whirlwind: May twenty-fifth...
Siver: So what? It's just another day.
Hostor: This day meant a lot to Wesker.
Siver: Wesker? Who's that?
Major Whirlwind: Still, he was once a friend to us...
Siverfale clearly lost his temper and slammed his hand on the table, saying:
Siverfale: A friend? That scumbag? That bastard?
Hostor: Siver...
Siverfale: What Siver? What Siver? Or maybe you've forgotten how he killed our friends, with his own hands?! - silence fell, which Siver broke again - Whirl, we need to leave. Goodbye, Hostor.
Stepping outside, Siver and Major got into a Bugatti Veyron repainted with police markings. Then they headed towards the prison.
Wervolka was sitting in her garden, drinking hot, warm tea. It seemed nothing could disturb her solitude, but that wasn't the case.
- My Lady! You need to pack your things urgently!
Wervolka: What happened, Alex?
Alex Ghost: There's a U.G. leak at the reactor. It could explode any minute now! We need to leave the city as fast as possible!
Wervolka: I need to warn the others!
Alex Ghost: There's no time! If we don't leave right now, it'll be too late later! We need to hurry. I'll pack your things.
Meanwhile, at the prison...
Hermit: As you can see, everything is in order here.
Major Whirlwind: Yes, I suppose so. Hey, Siv...
Siver had fixed his gaze on one of the cells, or rather on the prisoner sitting in it.
Siver: And still, look how far he's fallen...
Major Whirlwind: Let's go, Siv.
And Locken (as one might have guessed, it was him), sat on his bunk as usual, clasping his hands together and thinking. As if sensing something.
Suddenly, a very loud sound rang out, making it immediately clear that something had exploded.
The guard standing near Locken's cell stopped to listen to the terrible noise, but in vain... Hermit carelessly leaned against the bars. *Just what I needed!* Locken, who had been lying still and barely showing signs of life, silently rose to his feet and lunged sharply at the door. The guard didn't even understand what was happening - wet hands covered in soot, rust, and dirt grabbed his neck, pulled him forward a couple of times, banging the back of his head against the bars, and then started choking him. As soon as the guard tried to break the hold, his head met the bars again. After a couple of minutes of this struggle, whether from strangulation or concussion, the guard slumped to the floor... Locken picked up the key and opened his cage. Seeing this, Siver aimed his rifle at the prisoner and ordered him to stop.
Siver: Stop! I'll shoot!
But Locken paid no attention to the threats, merely cynically looked Siver over, then jumped down to the lower cells.
Major Whirlwind: Siver, let's go, hurry!
Siver: I... I couldn't pull the trigger...
There was a real traffic jam on the highway. All the residents were trying to leave the city as quickly as possible.
Alex Ghost: Just move it already!
Wervolka: Your yelling won't change anything.
Alex Ghost: Forgive me, my lady, but...
Wervolka: No buts, just be patient a little longer.
About half an hour passed. And Alex kept honking his horn more and more insistently, clearly annoying Wervolka.
Alex stopped briefly when he saw a man fall out of the neighboring car standing ahead, collapsing onto the highway.
Wervolka: What are you waiting for? Help him!
Alex headed towards the fallen man, whom he subsequently nudged disgustingly with his foot.
Alex Ghost: He's dead... What... - the fallen man got up and immediately latched onto Alex's neck with his teeth. Luckily, Alex reacted quickly and managed to avoid serious injury. Alex quickly ran back to Wervolka, where he started giving orders himself, despite his status as a general worker. - Quick! Let's go on foot!
At the prison exit, our Cops met the "Pet of the Gods," previously serving a life sentence in the same prison for his "creativity." And besides that, he had a new toy - a chainsaw.
Major Whirlwind: That's just what we needed.
Freud joined the conversation.
Freud: Guys! I'll help you!
The Pet, with hysterical laughter, rushed at the group. They managed to dodge the first time, but the maniac didn't stop swinging his saw.
Siver: This won't do! Whirl, shoot!!
Whirlwind opened fire; the bullets lodged in the Pet's body, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. He charged again to chop and slash, and this time quite successfully - slowly but very effectively, he aimed his weapon at Freud. The saw moved slowly but efficiently, first through flesh, and then breaking through bone. Freud's head fell to the ground, followed by his body.
Major Whirlwind: What the hell is wrong with him?
Siver: We need to shoot him in the head!
This conversation was a mistake - nothing could stop the Pet from decapitating another person...
Suddenly, chains encircled the madman's neck, and he stopped just one meter from Siver. The chains were held by... VisTrit.
Major Whirlwind: VisTrit!
VisTrit: Time to die. - pulling the Pet closer with the chains, VisTrit shoved a grenade into his victim's mouth, then pulled the pin. With a jumping kick, VisTrit threw the Pet to the other side of the room, where his head exploded, splattering blood and bits of brain across all the walls.
Then Wervolka and Alex, as well as Naira, Arandor, and Hostor, stumbled into the room.
VisTrit: There should be a helicopter on the prison roof, let's head to it, and Siver and Major will quickly run for donuts; provisions are the first necessity.
Siver: Alright, dude.
The Cops headed for the prison exit, and the rest, under VisTrit's command, went to the roof.
Everything was ready for takeoff; all that remained was to wait for Major and Siver, who were currently in a nearby shop.
Siver: Hey, Whirl, which ones should we get - chocolate or glazed?
Whirl (chewing a donut): What difference does it make?
A smoke canister flew into the room, hitting the ground.
Siver: What the $%^&?
Arandor: They're taking too long...
VisTrit: We'll have to leave them.
Hostor: What? No, that's not happening.
VisTrit: We're taking a risk.
Wervolka: We have to help them! If you refuse, you'll be no better than Wesker.
VisTrit: *Sigh...* Alex, keep the helicopter ready. We'll go after them.
Somewhere in a place resembling an underground prison.
Siverfale: My heeeead...
Major Whirlwind: Awake at last. Slept like a log.
Siverfale: You'd drink that much... Ah, never mind. You'd get hit like that...
Major Whirlwind: Believe it or not, I was hit. I just wasn't wearing a helmet.
Siverfale: I was just sweating!
Major Whirlwind: Let's move on. We need to find a way out of here.
Siverfale: And what have you come up with?
Volk: I'm curious too. Whirl, care to share?
Major Whirlwind and Siverfale: Volk?!
Volk: Yes, it's me. Your good old acquaintance.
Siverfale: Let us out!
Another man, standing in the shadows, joined the conversation.
Mysterious Stranger: Hmm, and why would he free the ones he himself locked up here?
Major Whirlwind: You...
Mysterious Stranger: Of course! I have a gift for you. The new formula requires serious testing. And who better to conduct serious testing on than the most serious people of HW?
Siverfale: NO!
Mysterious Stranger: Prepare them for the U.G. 2.0 injection...
Siv and Major were nowhere to be found in the shop.
VisTrit: Damn. So what do we do now, rescue friends?
Hostor: I have an idea...
Arandor: Just don't say "Jester on the flagpole!" again.
Naira: ^_^"
Hostor: Damn!... Well... I have another idea.
Wervolka and Vistrit: Hostor?
Hostor: Follow me.
In the dungeon of the executioner Brackman.
Vistrit covers his mouth with a handkerchief, Naira and Wervolka tremble, looking at the floor, Arandor is vomiting, Hostor touches the heads hanging on the walls.
Vistrit: Hoooos, hurry up.
Wervolka: What are we even doing here???
Hostor: Messing with Arandor's stomach, of course.
Arandor: I'll kill you...Blaaah...
Hostor: Well, and also looking for the entrance to the secret dungeon.
Naira: Dungeon?
Hostor: Yes, Brackman set up shop there a long time ago. We used to play Warhammer there sometimes...
Arandor, Naira, and Wervolka: Hostor!
Hostor: The switches change every time... Ah, here it is.
A secret passage opens in the wall.
Hostor: Let's go, I have a surprise for you.
Vistrit (whispering, reloading his shotgun): Just tell me you work for Wesker...
The group entered a vast hall with many computers and other equipment. In the middle of the hall was a holographic table with a map of HW.
Hostor: Ta-da! Headquarters in the name of the Emperor!
Everyone: Woooow!
Vistrit: Stop. Where did Brack get all this?
Wervolka: Wesker abolished confiscation... All property of the deceased went to the executioner...
Arandor: WHAAAT? So I'm a jester for pennies?! I hate you all!
Hostor: But that's not all... I... well... Marneus Calgar!
The floor in the far part of the hall parted, and some mechanism rose from below on a platform.
Naira: Um, what's that?
Hostor: Well, Brack was developing his own version of a dreadnought... All that was missing were the blueprints, parts, and a human brain. And after Vistrit slit Brack's throat, I decided to use his brain so it wouldn't go to waste... Though, it's currently charging, so it's useless. We'll have to cook and clean up ourselves.
Everyone: No way!
Meanwhile, on the roof where the helicopter was parked.
Alex: *Ooh, I don't feel so good...* - Alex collapsed dead to the ground.
[In the dungeon]
Volk: A-a-ah! Guys, I finally found you! ^^
Everyone: ???
Volk: It's terrible! Vistrit killed Siver and Major...
Vistrit: Hello, Volk...
Volk: ...Uh... Arandor is killing the cops...
Arandor: Hello, Volk...
Volk: What the heck? Wervolka took the weapons from Major and Siver and...
Wervolka: Say that again...
Volk: AAAH! Naira is beating them both with a frying pan!!!
Naira: I'd happily do just that.
Volk: Aarggh! What is this nonsense?!
Volk: Why are you all here?!
Volk: Who am I supposed to frame now?!
Volk: Well damn, this sucks.
Volk: Aarggh with my boots and stinky dirty socks ><
Volk: (added 30 seconds later) And what are you even doing here?
Hostor: Good thing I'm new here ^^
Arandor (approaching Volk from behind): We're taking a walk.
Vistrit: And catching spies.
Volk: ?
[A little later]
Hostor: Cut off his fingers! Make him talk! Cut them off until he spills it!
Arandor: Huh? Still silent? Eyes, gouge out his eyes!
Vistrit: Hold on, let me rip his guts out first!
Naira and Wervolka: Guys, stop playing Manhunt. Volk woke up from Arandor's "whop" about twenty minutes ago. Maybe you should interrogate him about what's going on?
Vistrit, Hostor, and Arandor: Right!
[a couple of minutes later]
Volk: Fine! Fine! I'll tell you everything! Wesker captured Siver and Major, and now he's conducting experiments on them, using U.G. on people!!!
Everyone: WESKER?!!
VisTrit: *so he's alive...*
The whole group was engulfed by horror, fear, and despair... Which was finally dispelled by visTrit.
VisTrit: We need to help our friends.
Everyone: Right!
VisTrit: And you, Volk, will come with us.
A minute later, at the map.
VisTrit: Alright, if Volk is to be believed, Wesker's hideout is right here (Arandor's forests). Hard to get to, but possible. So, Hostor, turn on the Dreadnot, or whatever it's called. Arandor dug through some stuff... Naira, how do you feel about taking this two-handed frying pan with ferrozitum coating and infused with rune magic?
Naira: ^_^" I've dreamed of this for a long time.
Vistrit: Wervolka, here's a Samurai-Edge like Wesker's, but with a laser sight and silencer!
Wervolka: Not bad...<_< I want a two-handed frying pan too.
Arandor: There's no Sword of Moderation here =/
Vistrit: Take an assault rifle, a couple of pistols, and a bazooka; it's more powerful. Hostor, and you...
Hostor: I have candies ^^
Vistrit and Wervolka: Candies???
Arandor: If I'm right, then...
Naira: Could it be those ones?!
Hostor: Yes, I still had a bag left after the Vegtam mafia ^^
Vistrit: Interesting weapon... Candies, seriously.
Brackman: I have awakened in the name of the Emperor!
Wervolka: Is everything alright with him?
Brackman: I'm joking. I'm still the same Brack! Just trapped in a pile of scrap metal, but that's not a problem.
Vistrit: Enough talk, let's go.
Our heroes reached the entrance to Wesker's base fairly quickly.
VisTrit: Guys, you still have the chance to back out. Are you sure you want to do this?
Everyone: Yes, of course.
Hostor: As long as Brack is with us, nothing can...
An impulse grenade flew out of the forest, exploding right under Brack. He was immobilized, and then a fragmentation grenade struck the Dreadnought. Brack died, permanently.
Arandor: What the hell?
A fair-haired cyborg, quite pleasant-looking, leaped out of the forest like lightning.
Naira: Lizard?!
WhiteLizard: Intruders detected. Threat code - red. Full combat readiness.
Naira: Lizard, it's us!!!
Lizard raised his right hand, to which a small machine gun was attached.
VisTrit: Take cover, now!
WhiteLizard: Open fire!
Naira: Lizard, don't do this! It's us - your friends!
Lizard didn't care about the shouts of those he considered a threat, and opened fire.
Naira was saved by the timely appearance of VisTrit, who pushed her behind cover.
VisTrit: This isn't Lizard! It's not him!
Naira: But...
Hostor: What do we do? He's too dangerous!
VisTrit: But not very agile!
Lizard dropped his minigun and jumped at VisTrit with superhuman speed.
VisTrit: *ahh-arrg*
Grabbing each other by the shoulders, they started basically headbutting, but Lizard was stronger. Then he threw VisTrit to the ground.
A thick, 50-centimeter blade extended from Lizard's right hand, which he used to try and decapitate his enemy. But Naira stopped him..
Naira: Don't do this, please.
Lizard stopped and looked at Naira... Then, with a lightning-fast thrust, he pierced the speaker clean through.
VisTrit: *nooo*
Lifting Naira slightly upwards, the cyborg said:
WhiteLizard: Target eliminated. - and then slammed his victim into the ground with all his might, cracking her spine.
Arandor, who had been afraid to stick his head out until then, grabbed his bazooka and immediately opened fire on the killer.
An explosion rang out. Lizard fell to his knees, but didn't die.
WhiteLizard: Sustained serious damage... Require repairs.
Hostor ran up and kicked him in the head; Lizard fell, and Wervolka finished him off, grabbing Naira's frying pan.
Arandor: What the hell is this? Lizard, Naira...
VisTrit (getting up): We must go on.
Our heroes walked through a narrow corridor, moving towards the center of the base.
Wervolka: It's creepy here... Wait, did you hear that?
Voices: nyan cutey kawaiis...
Hostor: What's that?
- Yaaaar!
From the other end of the corridor, Amko, Kosha, Magnus, and about a dozen other "people" ran towards the intruders with hysterical screams.
Arandor: Guys, this isn't funny.
VisTrit: Open fire! Immediately!
Arandor shot with his assault rifle, Wervolka with the Samurai Edge, and VisTrit took down those who got too close in hand-to-hand combat.
Wervolka: What... what the hell is this?
VisTrit: People under the influence of U.G.
Arandor: Doesn't matter, let's move.
Hostor: Ar, you're being overly active and serious, that's not like you...
Entering a huge hall, the heroes saw Wesker standing on the second floor, talking on the phone.
VisTrit: Wesker!
Wesker: Well, Well...
VisTrit: Stop speaking English, it's too pretentious! And... why is your eye intact? How did you even survive?
Arandor (holding Volk): We have your man! Surrender!
Wesker: How foolish...
The former Captain raised his pistol and fired. The bullet hit Volk in the head, splattering his brains all over Arandor.
Arandor: *Damn it, I just washed this yesterday...* What are you going to do next? Kill us?
Wesker: No... She will...
Out of nowhere, a red-haired girl appeared.
Hostor: It can't be...
Arandor: Witch?!
The girl said nothing.
Wesker: Ha-ha-ha, and now, if you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave.
Hostor: Stop! What did you do to her?!
Wesker left.
Hostor: Witch! It's me - Hostor! Stop.
VisTrit: It's useless. Look at her ears. She has headphones on; we need to take them off.
Everyone: Okay.
This conversation was a waste of time; the Witch didn't just stand around waiting. She jumped, and in mid-air twisted Hostor's neck a full 360 degrees with her legs. Then she started kicking wildly in every direction.
[After a prolonged battle, the heroes finally managed to pull the headphones, which were playing the band Slayer, out of the Witch's ears]
Arandor: Brr, I would have gone crazy too.
VisTrit: Witch, are you okay?
Witch: Yes... what... forgive me... I was aware of what I was doing, but I couldn't control my actions... Oh God... Hostor...
Wervolka: We...
Witch: Wesker, I hate you!!!
Someone else appeared... a man was on all fours. Or rather, this used to be a man. Now his skull was fractured, his face was so chewed up that the few remaining pieces of skin barely held on, threatening to fall off. Darkness stared from the empty eye sockets, the nose was crushed, the broken lower jaw, missing half its teeth, hung loose. Clothes were torn, stained, entire chunks of flesh were ripped out here and there... Only the patch on the S.T.A.F.S. uniform allowed one to recognize the man... A patch with the name Kash...
Added 30 seconds later
Oh yeah, written in co-authorship with Hostor ^__^
