Something Wicked

The word didn’t adequately cover the situation as far as Wesker was concerned.

Jack wasn’t quite on par with Alexia, but he was most definitely the deadliest bio weapon that Umbrella had come up with yet.

All the strength and intelligence of a tyrant, poisoned claws, the ability to evolve when new DNA was consumed.

And let’s not forget the funniest part. The fucker was fast. Not bulky like the tyrants. This thing was tall and slender. The head was oddly shaped, and bleached almost bone white. It was like there was no muscles on the head, just the skull. Its fingers were long and slender, ending in rather sharp points. They were the same shade as the head.

The only color on the thing was the brown stitching, and the glaring yellow eyes. Pupil-less yellow eyes, and they were damn fucking freaky.

It reminded him of Jack from “The Nightmare Before Christmas.” Which explains the name.

“Sorry Jack, but I’m going to have to revoke your get out of jail free pass.” No fucking way was he handing this baby over to his boss. Not something that had the potential to be stronger than him.

The thing shifted from its crouching position in the corner of its cell. Wesker drew his gun. The bars had enough electricity running through them to power New York for a week. There was no way the thing was going to touch them.

Now isn’t the time to take chances. He was going to stand here and watch. He wasn’t leaving until this thing was dead.

Jack’s destruct sequence had been triggered. The glass doors were already sliding shut, sealing tightly. The vents would start pumping a special designed poison.

Made specifically to give Jack a swift death, and a little something extra. Some secret ingredient was supposed to work like acid. It would melt Jack down in to an indecipherable goo. No one would be able to re-create anything from the remains.

Thirty more minutes and this place was going to go up in a giant ball of flames.