Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Survival ❯ Act 6: The Undead; Kazuki and the mighty El Toro ( Chapter 6 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kazuki Ferret 
Death dances, the screams grow, a great beast stalks the Earth
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Post-apocalyptic / Occult / Horror / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.13.2008 | Updated On: 05.01.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 174 | Status: Work In Progress
Death dances, the screams grow, a great beast stalks the Earth
Non Anime: Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Post-apocalyptic / Occult / Horror / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.13.2008 | Updated On: 05.01.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 174 | Status: Work In Progress
The creature behind me was a monster, a perverted joke against Darwinism. Its form was reminiscent of a horrendously overgrown bull; its body was bursting with strange muscles. The horns were gigantic dinosauric weapons growing from its mutated face; the eyes were milky orbs with two small black dots for pupils, the teeth were predatory fangs belonging more to a Tyrannosaurus Rex then a bull. Its body was at least twice the size of even the largest bull had ever been, even hunched over it looked to tower above my small frame and its muscled body made it a solid grey mass in the darkness, from shoulder to shoulder it was as wide as one whole lain of the street. The monstrous hooves were the size of a man's bloated head. The first thought in my mind after processing this information was 'El Toro', the bull. That was followed swiftly by 'FIRE!!'
The beast looked directly at me and bellowed out a cruel scream; a prehistoric cry, the very sound of hell's own horns. I didn't wait any longer; I centered the Kalashnikov on its brutal face. I pulled the trigger twice and sent two rounds directly into El Toro's brow; I could hear the bone splintering from the heavy impacts of the rounds. Any normal bull or any animal would be instantly killed by the twin 7.62x39 millimeter rounds slamming into their brow at such a point blank range; El Toro was unfazed. In fact, the pain seemed only to excite my giant of a foe. El Toro charged towards me, its massive hooves crushed through asphalt and diseased corpses as it rushed towards me.
"OH FUCK!!" I leapt to my feet, Kalashnikov in hand. I turned away from El Toro and ran, trying to distance myself from the brutal monstrosity lurking behind me; like a dark secret it lurked, chasing me. I stepped on a spent .44 magnum shell casing, my grip on the Earth loosened and I fell down; the Kalashnikov skittered out of my hands and across the black pavement as my ribs smacked against the unyielding ground. I quickly rolled onto my back, just in time to watch as El Toro flew through the night air above me; the monstrosity had a strange grace about itself as it flew throw that cool air. Had I not fallen, my body would have been directly in its flight path.
I watched with growing horror as El Toro rammed into a parked car. I heard the glass and metal give way as the small Sandan was hurled into the air by the force of El Toro's brutal assault. I watched as the vehicle twisted around in the night air, showering El Toro with shattered glass shards until it slammed back to the ground in a mangled heap of plastic and metal.
"That... that could have been me!" I said in a dull voice as I pulled the .44 from its holster. Pausing briefly to snatch up the spent casing and slip it into a pocket. El Toro shook his head and turned slowly towards me; I trained the revolver's sights on his eye. My heart was beating loudly and my body was already drenched in sweat and blood from my wounds, my whole body painfully protesting my continued fight.
El Toro roared another terrifying cry at me. I smelled the stench of his putrid breath; a toxic mixture fitting for such an artificial monster, the smell was heavy of decay, rot and bile, a mixture by death himself for sure. I answered El Toro with the thunder of the .44 magnum; the massive report drowned out El Toro's fierce battle cry as I squeezed off three rounds. The first slammed into his deformed head, the next two slammed squarely into his barrel chest. However El Toro wouldn't be felled so easily, he stood firm and launched another charging assault. I leapt to my feet and ran away from my monstrous foe. As I ran I fired the last three .44 magnums at El Toro, I did not dare to turn to see my foe. I jammed the m29 into its holster; in front of me lay one of the M4 Carbines. I slowed my flight only to snatch it up by the sling. Then a fresh pain launched up my leg.
"MOTHERFUCKER!!" I howled my pain and defeat as my left leg gave out beneath me; the damaged tissue unable to support my weight any longer. I twisted as I fell, landing hard on my back, sending fresh pain though my body. I brought the M4 and sighted down the sights as my breath became increasingly labored, my vision was also becoming blurry. I grit my teeth as I flipped the M4's selector from 'safe' to 'auto'. I found El Toro's freakish face in the sight; his massive body was nearly on top of me, the ground was shaking with the force of his mighty hoof beats. I slammed the trigger as hard as I could; spraying El Toro's face full of 5.56 rounds in mere moments. Adrenaline powered my exhausted and battered muscles to keep the chattering M4 trained on El Toro's twisting head. In mere seconds the M4 eat up the thirty rounds I'd used to feed it. Again I forced my battered body to soldier through the pain, I screamed from the mere act of forcing myself to stand up; I ripped the empty magazine from the gun and winced as I forced myself to pull out a fresh magazine from my over stuffed pockets and grunted as I inserted it into the gun.
El Toro raised his head to the moon lit sky and he let loose a terrifying battle cry; a fearsome call unrivaled in all history or Hell as the M4's action closed and the fresh round was brought into the barrel. I sighted his over packed muscular chest with the M4, and I let its high pitched wine be my answer to El Toro's growing rage. The small rounds slammed into his flesh, spraying strange brackish red blood against the ground. However the small high velocity rounds had much flesh to penetrate, in my mind I couldn't imagine them being much more than a nuisance to a creature as large and heavily built as El Toro. The 5.56 is much more of a coyote killer then a giant steroid baby mutant bull-like monster killer. When the M4 went silent I tossed it to the side; if sixty rounds hadn't done shit a few hundred wouldn't do any better. El Toro locked eyes with me; I could see a look of joy in his milky eyes, like this pain and this dual with me was what it wanted. It looked happy that I was killing it. I drew out the Desert Eagle as El Toro prepared to make his charge. Like a regular bull he scraped his hooves against the ground, crushing small trenches into the asphalt; I took up the classic shooter's stance, bracing my destroyed body for the powerful recoil of the .50AE pistol. I took a deep breath as I centered the sights on El Toro's brutal head.
There was a moment of silence in that tense darkness, a mere calm before the coming storm of El Toro's assault. Then it was El Toro who broke the silence, he launched forward propelled by powerful legs. His hooves gouged and destroyed the ground beneath him, the impacts felt like Earthquakes to my unstable body.
The beast looked directly at me and bellowed out a cruel scream; a prehistoric cry, the very sound of hell's own horns. I didn't wait any longer; I centered the Kalashnikov on its brutal face. I pulled the trigger twice and sent two rounds directly into El Toro's brow; I could hear the bone splintering from the heavy impacts of the rounds. Any normal bull or any animal would be instantly killed by the twin 7.62x39 millimeter rounds slamming into their brow at such a point blank range; El Toro was unfazed. In fact, the pain seemed only to excite my giant of a foe. El Toro charged towards me, its massive hooves crushed through asphalt and diseased corpses as it rushed towards me.
"OH FUCK!!" I leapt to my feet, Kalashnikov in hand. I turned away from El Toro and ran, trying to distance myself from the brutal monstrosity lurking behind me; like a dark secret it lurked, chasing me. I stepped on a spent .44 magnum shell casing, my grip on the Earth loosened and I fell down; the Kalashnikov skittered out of my hands and across the black pavement as my ribs smacked against the unyielding ground. I quickly rolled onto my back, just in time to watch as El Toro flew through the night air above me; the monstrosity had a strange grace about itself as it flew throw that cool air. Had I not fallen, my body would have been directly in its flight path.
I watched with growing horror as El Toro rammed into a parked car. I heard the glass and metal give way as the small Sandan was hurled into the air by the force of El Toro's brutal assault. I watched as the vehicle twisted around in the night air, showering El Toro with shattered glass shards until it slammed back to the ground in a mangled heap of plastic and metal.
"That... that could have been me!" I said in a dull voice as I pulled the .44 from its holster. Pausing briefly to snatch up the spent casing and slip it into a pocket. El Toro shook his head and turned slowly towards me; I trained the revolver's sights on his eye. My heart was beating loudly and my body was already drenched in sweat and blood from my wounds, my whole body painfully protesting my continued fight.
El Toro roared another terrifying cry at me. I smelled the stench of his putrid breath; a toxic mixture fitting for such an artificial monster, the smell was heavy of decay, rot and bile, a mixture by death himself for sure. I answered El Toro with the thunder of the .44 magnum; the massive report drowned out El Toro's fierce battle cry as I squeezed off three rounds. The first slammed into his deformed head, the next two slammed squarely into his barrel chest. However El Toro wouldn't be felled so easily, he stood firm and launched another charging assault. I leapt to my feet and ran away from my monstrous foe. As I ran I fired the last three .44 magnums at El Toro, I did not dare to turn to see my foe. I jammed the m29 into its holster; in front of me lay one of the M4 Carbines. I slowed my flight only to snatch it up by the sling. Then a fresh pain launched up my leg.
"MOTHERFUCKER!!" I howled my pain and defeat as my left leg gave out beneath me; the damaged tissue unable to support my weight any longer. I twisted as I fell, landing hard on my back, sending fresh pain though my body. I brought the M4 and sighted down the sights as my breath became increasingly labored, my vision was also becoming blurry. I grit my teeth as I flipped the M4's selector from 'safe' to 'auto'. I found El Toro's freakish face in the sight; his massive body was nearly on top of me, the ground was shaking with the force of his mighty hoof beats. I slammed the trigger as hard as I could; spraying El Toro's face full of 5.56 rounds in mere moments. Adrenaline powered my exhausted and battered muscles to keep the chattering M4 trained on El Toro's twisting head. In mere seconds the M4 eat up the thirty rounds I'd used to feed it. Again I forced my battered body to soldier through the pain, I screamed from the mere act of forcing myself to stand up; I ripped the empty magazine from the gun and winced as I forced myself to pull out a fresh magazine from my over stuffed pockets and grunted as I inserted it into the gun.
El Toro raised his head to the moon lit sky and he let loose a terrifying battle cry; a fearsome call unrivaled in all history or Hell as the M4's action closed and the fresh round was brought into the barrel. I sighted his over packed muscular chest with the M4, and I let its high pitched wine be my answer to El Toro's growing rage. The small rounds slammed into his flesh, spraying strange brackish red blood against the ground. However the small high velocity rounds had much flesh to penetrate, in my mind I couldn't imagine them being much more than a nuisance to a creature as large and heavily built as El Toro. The 5.56 is much more of a coyote killer then a giant steroid baby mutant bull-like monster killer. When the M4 went silent I tossed it to the side; if sixty rounds hadn't done shit a few hundred wouldn't do any better. El Toro locked eyes with me; I could see a look of joy in his milky eyes, like this pain and this dual with me was what it wanted. It looked happy that I was killing it. I drew out the Desert Eagle as El Toro prepared to make his charge. Like a regular bull he scraped his hooves against the ground, crushing small trenches into the asphalt; I took up the classic shooter's stance, bracing my destroyed body for the powerful recoil of the .50AE pistol. I took a deep breath as I centered the sights on El Toro's brutal head.
There was a moment of silence in that tense darkness, a mere calm before the coming storm of El Toro's assault. Then it was El Toro who broke the silence, he launched forward propelled by powerful legs. His hooves gouged and destroyed the ground beneath him, the impacts felt like Earthquakes to my unstable body.
I squeezed the trigger, regulating my breathing as best I could. I watched as El Toro charged forth with his unending rage, I remained calm. Steady now, this is it, c'mon Kazuki you can do this, take him out with this shot, aim right for where you hit him with the M70 you can do it!
The Desert Eagle roared as the 320 grain jacketed hollow point launched from the barrel. The recoil bucked the massive semi-auto up above my head; the muzzle flash was pure brilliant flames that illuminated the area in front of me with bright light for a mere moment in time. The powerful slug hit El Toro's armored skull with a vengeance, pieces went flying; I'd managed a clean hit right on top of the 7.62 wounds. El Toro twisted, veering off course. I could see the glistening fluids from the wound in the moon light. Then El Toro's right front leg slammed into my chest and sent me reeling into the air, and into a lamp post.
I coughed up blood spastically; my whole mid section came alive with a terrible pain. I gripped wildly at my chest, it felt like it had been set on fire the pain came from everywhere. I looked to see El Toro crash into the ground. I could hear his labored breaths as he struggled to his feet, even as I labored to stay standing. My vision was shot; I was seeing three El Toros.
A grin spread across my face as I saw El Toro regain his footing; then that grin grew into a toothy smile as El Toro prepared to charge me again. I think the pain and adrenaline or whatever had crossed the wires in my head; I really wasn't in any condition to be fighting this battle, let alone smile about it. Yet there I was covered in my own blood and sweat, jacked up so bad I couldn't even see straight, staring at a monster dozens of times my own size, and I was smiling. I looked at my feet to see the Barrett; El Toro had thrown me to the damned truck. My grin opened up as I let loose a howling laugh as I grabbed up the massive rifle and brought it to my shoulder.
The Desert Eagle roared as the 320 grain jacketed hollow point launched from the barrel. The recoil bucked the massive semi-auto up above my head; the muzzle flash was pure brilliant flames that illuminated the area in front of me with bright light for a mere moment in time. The powerful slug hit El Toro's armored skull with a vengeance, pieces went flying; I'd managed a clean hit right on top of the 7.62 wounds. El Toro twisted, veering off course. I could see the glistening fluids from the wound in the moon light. Then El Toro's right front leg slammed into my chest and sent me reeling into the air, and into a lamp post.
I coughed up blood spastically; my whole mid section came alive with a terrible pain. I gripped wildly at my chest, it felt like it had been set on fire the pain came from everywhere. I looked to see El Toro crash into the ground. I could hear his labored breaths as he struggled to his feet, even as I labored to stay standing. My vision was shot; I was seeing three El Toros.
A grin spread across my face as I saw El Toro regain his footing; then that grin grew into a toothy smile as El Toro prepared to charge me again. I think the pain and adrenaline or whatever had crossed the wires in my head; I really wasn't in any condition to be fighting this battle, let alone smile about it. Yet there I was covered in my own blood and sweat, jacked up so bad I couldn't even see straight, staring at a monster dozens of times my own size, and I was smiling. I looked at my feet to see the Barrett; El Toro had thrown me to the damned truck. My grin opened up as I let loose a howling laugh as I grabbed up the massive rifle and brought it to my shoulder.
I feel so… ALIVE! What is this? This strange unworldly high I feel as though I'm free. This is life, and this is death.
El Toro answered my insane laugh with a cry of rage. I felt no fear, no pain, no aches, and no blood leaking slowly from my body and robbing me of my sanity, I felt only the joy of the moment, the artificial high brought by the pain and the nearness to my own doom. I screamed this strange joy to El Toro.
"WELL!? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?" My words were accompanied by bloody spittle as howled to El Toro, "COME KILL ME!!"
El Toro charged forward bellowing his war cry, answering my laughter. This was the last charge of El Toro's life. As he closed the distance to my laughing self I fired two rounds from the .50 caliber rifle into his head and that is what finally silenced El Toro's great and mighty war cry. The mighty beast fell hard to the beaten asphalt further destroying it; his great armored skull had finally been shattered. I stopped laughing and regained some of my composure as I watched his lungs take in their last breath at my feet.
I set the .50 down and slowly limped pass the corpse of the mighty beast, my mighty foe. He'd nearly killed me, but I'd won. Just barely won, I've just danced with the great monster, a beast more fitting to be an opponent of the heroes of old. I, Kazuki Ferret have killed a beast worthy of Beowulf or King Arthur; Hercules would fight against El Toro. But they have no glory today; only lonely me. I retrieved my Zastava. I limped back to my fallen foe. I stood over his body and raised my gun to the sky.
"Auf Wiedersehen, El Toro." I fired the remaining 28 rounds into the sky saying 'Auf Wiedersehen' with each one. After I'd finished I looked down at El Toro and said, "Rest in peace."
El Toro answered my insane laugh with a cry of rage. I felt no fear, no pain, no aches, and no blood leaking slowly from my body and robbing me of my sanity, I felt only the joy of the moment, the artificial high brought by the pain and the nearness to my own doom. I screamed this strange joy to El Toro.
"WELL!? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?" My words were accompanied by bloody spittle as howled to El Toro, "COME KILL ME!!"
El Toro charged forward bellowing his war cry, answering my laughter. This was the last charge of El Toro's life. As he closed the distance to my laughing self I fired two rounds from the .50 caliber rifle into his head and that is what finally silenced El Toro's great and mighty war cry. The mighty beast fell hard to the beaten asphalt further destroying it; his great armored skull had finally been shattered. I stopped laughing and regained some of my composure as I watched his lungs take in their last breath at my feet.
I set the .50 down and slowly limped pass the corpse of the mighty beast, my mighty foe. He'd nearly killed me, but I'd won. Just barely won, I've just danced with the great monster, a beast more fitting to be an opponent of the heroes of old. I, Kazuki Ferret have killed a beast worthy of Beowulf or King Arthur; Hercules would fight against El Toro. But they have no glory today; only lonely me. I retrieved my Zastava. I limped back to my fallen foe. I stood over his body and raised my gun to the sky.
"Auf Wiedersehen, El Toro." I fired the remaining 28 rounds into the sky saying 'Auf Wiedersehen' with each one. After I'd finished I looked down at El Toro and said, "Rest in peace."
-Kazuki Ferret