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Municipal Building Rooftop
Kane stepped forward, flanked by guards and the two Nemesis units. Between them, Dr. Ashford sat in his wheelchair, hands zip-tied, looking defeated.
"Put down your weapons," Kane ordered, voice calm and confident. "Or you'll be torn apart."
The two Nemesis units raised their Gatling guns in sync—six barrels on each arm spinning up with that distinctive high-pitched whine. The threat was clear. Once those weapons opened fire, the team would be shredded.
Alice, Jill, Ryan—everyone stood frozen, weapons still in hand but not raised. The math was simple. They'd barely survived one Nemesis. Two of them, plus twenty guards, with no cover? Suicide.
But no one moved to drop their guns.
Kane's smile faltered. "I said—"
"We heard you," Alice interrupted. Her voice was steady. Too steady.
Kane's eyes narrowed. He pulled a pistol and pressed it against Ashford's temple. "Last chance. Weapons down, or the doctor dies first. Then you."
Angela gasped, tears streaming down her face. Alice held her tighter, one arm wrapped protectively around the girl.
"You're missing something," Alice said, meeting Kane's eyes. "Aren't you?"
Kane frowned. He counted the people in front of him. Alice. Jill. Ryan. Kaplan. J.D. Terry. Matt. Angela.
Eight.
"Where's the Asian?" Kane demanded. "Where's the one with the impossible accuracy?"
Alice's smile was cold. "He's in your head."
Then she threw herself sideways, dragging Angela down with her.
Sniper Position - 300 Meters Away
Marcus exhaled slowly, finger resting on the Barrett's trigger. Through the scope, he had a perfect view of the rooftop. His telekinesis steadied the rifle, compensated for wind, calculated trajectory with inhuman precision.
He spoke quietly into his radio. "Get ready to move."
The crosshairs settled on Kane's arm—the one holding the pistol to Ashford's head.
Marcus pulled the trigger.
BOOM.
The Barrett's recoil was massive. Lesser shooters would lose the target, need to reacquire. Marcus rode the kick like he was born to it, already tracking to his next shot.
Downrange, Kane's arm exploded. The .50 caliber round didn't just penetrate—it destroyed. Bone, muscle, flesh—all of it torn apart in a spray of blood. The pistol spun away into darkness.
Kane's scream echoed across the rooftop. "AHHHHH!"
Marcus was already moving. The first Nemesis turned toward the sound of the shot, trying to locate the sniper—
BOOM.
The round hit dead center. The Nemesis's head came apart like a dropped watermelon. Cybernetic enhancements, bone, brain matter—all of it erupting outward in a cloud of red mist. The body stood for half a second, systems failing, then collapsed.
The second Nemesis swung its Gatling toward the team—
BOOM.
Another headshot. Another explosion of blood and machinery. The creature dropped, eight feet of bio-weapon reduced to a twitching corpse.
Three shots. Three targets eliminated. Fifteen seconds.
"Now!" Marcus said into the radio.
The team moved as one. Alice came up firing, her pistol cracking. Jill and Ryan flanked right, rifles hammering. Kaplan and J.D. took the left. Matt covered Angela, keeping her behind cover that suddenly existed as Marcus's telekinesis "persuaded" equipment crates to slide into better positions.
The guards tried to respond. Too slow. Too disorganized. Their commander was screaming on the ground, both Nemesis units were down, and bullets were coming from everywhere.
Marcus worked through his remaining eighteen Barrett rounds methodically. Each shot, another body dropped. Head shots. Center mass. Didn't matter—the .50 caliber devastated anything it touched.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Bodies fell. Some missing heads. Some with fist-sized holes through their chests. The Barrett didn't wound—it killed.
Alice moved through the chaos like a force of nature, her enhanced speed making her almost impossible to target. She disarmed one guard, used his rifle on two more, kicked another off the rooftop edge.
Jill fought beside her, professional and precise. Two-shot groups. Controlled fire. Every bullet accounted for.
The fight lasted ninety seconds.
When the smoke cleared, every one of Kane's men was dead. The rooftop was painted red.
Alice stood over Kane, looking down at him. "Now," she said quietly, "it seems like you're dying."
Kane clutched the ruin of his arm, face twisted in agony. Blood pooled beneath him, spreading fast. But even dying, he managed a smile.
"Doesn't... matter..." he gasped. "Nuclear bomb... launched. Five minutes. You're... all dead..."
Alice's face went pale. She grabbed her radio. "Marcus! The nuke's launched! Five minutes!"
Marcus's Response
Three hundred meters away, Marcus heard Alice's voice through his earpiece. He looked at the distance. Three football fields. No stairs. No quick way down.
Five minutes. Maybe less now.
"Don't worry," he said calmly. "Start the helicopter. I'll be right there."
He set down the Barrett, stood, and closed his eyes.
His telekinesis had been growing stronger throughout the night. Every use, every strain, pushing the limits. Now he pushed further.
Up.
Marcus lifted off the rooftop. Slowly at first—his body rising into the air like gravity had simply stopped caring. Then faster. His coat whipped in the wind as he accelerated, flying through the night sky toward the municipal building.
The sensation was incredible. Liberating. No plane. No equipment. Just thought and will and power.
Ten seconds later, he touched down on the municipal building rooftop in front of his stunned team.
The silence was deafening.
"What..." Jill's voice trailed off.
"Did you just..." Ryan couldn't finish the sentence.
"Holy shit," Kaplan breathed. "You can fly."
Matt stared, mouth open. "Are you God?"
"I think he's Superman," J.D. whispered.
Alice just looked at him, eyes wide. She'd known Marcus was something more. But this?
Kane started laughing—a wet, choking sound. "Impossible... no one else... only Alice..." His eyes were fevered with realization and madness. "Perfect fusion... you fused with the T-virus... perfectly..."
Dr. Ashford stared, professional fascination cutting through his fear. "My God. The theoretical applications... telepathy, telekinesis... you're what the virus was supposed to create. The next stage of human evolution."
Marcus held up a hand. "I'm not God. I'm not Superman. I'm just someone trying not to die. And right now—" he checked his watch—"we have about four minutes before a nuclear bomb turns this city into glass. Move."
That broke the spell.
They scrambled toward the helicopter—a converted transport model, big enough for the Nemesis units originally, now carrying ten desperate survivors. Alice, Jill, Ryan, J.D., Kaplan, Matt, Terry, Marcus, Angela, and Dr. Ashford in his wheelchair.
Cramped, but everyone fit.
"Leave him," Jill said, nodding at Kane's body.
No one argued.
Matt fired up the engines. The rotors spun faster, building lift. The helicopter shuddered, then rose.
Below, zombies poured onto the rooftop—dozens of them, drawn by the gunfire. They swarmed over Kane's still-living body. His screams cut off wetly.
The helicopter climbed higher, banking away from the city.
Through the windshield, Marcus could see Raccoon City spread beneath them—fires burning, streets empty of life. A dead city. Three hundred thousand corpses waiting to be cremated.
His telekinesis swept outward, sensing the missile. There—high altitude, descending fast, trailing fire. Thirty seconds out.
"Faster!" Marcus shouted.
Matt pushed the throttle to maximum. The helicopter's engines screamed.
Twenty seconds.
They crossed the city limits, heading for open ground.
Ten seconds.
The sun was just starting to rise—dawn breaking over the horizon, pink and gold.
Five seconds.
The missile hit.
For a moment, nothing. Then—
Light. Pure, white, terrible light. Brighter than a thousand suns, erasing everything in its path. The flash burned through closed eyelids, turned night into noon into something beyond both.
Then came the sound. A roar that wasn't just heard but felt—in bones, in teeth, in the marrow of existence. The shockwave followed, a wall of superheated air and pressure expanding at hundreds of miles per hour.
"HOLD ON!" Marcus screamed.
The shockwave hit the helicopter like the fist of an angry god.
End of Chapter 55