From War, To Extinction

Chapter 11: Phase Two

"SUBJECT ZERO IS ON MY CHOPPER, SOMEONE USE A BALLISTIC MISSILE AND GET THAT FUCKER OFF BEFORE HE TAKES ME DOWN!"
"Copy, Chopper-Three, try and stay still long enough for me to act, over."
"Don't fucking bother, I'll take this fucker out myself, Angel out."
Michael's sharp, dark Hybrid claws dig deeper into the side of the Antigen Assault Chopper, feeling the cold metal and what feels like an oily substance between his fingers; his claws may have reached the fuel tank. He roars violently, hearing screaming from inside the Chopper itself, but the chopper is so loud, he can't seem to hear what they're saying. The side of the Chopper door slides open, startling Michael and keeping him on guard. He stares at an Antigen Soldier, dressed like a member of the Death-Squad, but this one doesn't look as built as the rest of the Death Members, instead, he's much smaller, skinnier, but looks meaner nonetheless.
"GOT YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" The Soldier screams, diving straight into Michael, sending them both down, back to the Dead-Zone, heading straight onto an Antigen Mark III Assault Truck.

Michael and the Soldier slams onto the truck with an extreme force, crushing the top of the hunk of metal with ease. The impact hurts Michael, but doesn't come close to slowing him down, and the Soldier, remains in the same state as the man he's trying to kill. Michael perches on the ground like an animal, the only light colour on his body being the grey streaks on his hair caused by the cocooning.
"That's not going to stop me, Corvin," the Soldier growls, snapping his arm back into place, and then cracking his neck. "Not from killing you, I've waited FAR TOO LONG FOR THIS!"
Michael goes to leap onto the Soldier, but is stopped by a sudden flurry of bullets to his chest, sending him off the truck and onto the door, tearing it off by the weight of his Hybrid form before hitting the ground.
"TONIGHT IS YOUR END, MICHAEL!" The Soldier screams, diving onto the ground and gripping onto on MP7 before cocking it. "YOU WILL NEVER GET TO YOUR FAMILY!"
Michael growls monstrously, his iris glowing bright, blood red for a split second. He grips his claws onto the truck door, using it as a shield as the Soldier fires the sub-machine gun at him. The Soldier manages to hit Michael in the leg, sending him on one knee as he continues to shield himself from the incoming bullets. That's when Michael begins to become really mad, further enhancing his already unknown abilities. Michael roars violently, the ground shaking against the sound of his monstrous voice as he thrusts his shield forwards, knocking the Soldier backwards, his hand tearing up the cement as he slides.
"Interesting, BUT NOT ENOUGH!" The Soldier screams, his hand slowly moving onto his radio. "ANTIGEN WILL KNOW ME AS THE MAN WHO KILLED THE 'FAMOUS' MICHAEL CORVIN, I, ANGEL! WILL MOUNT YOUR HEAD ON MY WALL! FIRING SQUAD, TAKE DOWN THE FUCKING TARGET!"
Michael watches as two Lycans leap towards Angel; one is pushed away in the blink of an eye, unharmed, but the other is grabbed by its throat, all while Angel keeps eye contact.
"Your petty army of abominations will not stop me, not even you can stop me," Angel smirks, the Lycan in his grip slowly transforming back to human form, revealing none other, than Samuel himself. "None can stop me, and I will prove that to Krasper himself."
"NOOOO!" Alex screams from behind cover, throwing one of his blades towards Angel's position, arming straight for the jugular.
Angel breaks the spine of Samuel before dropping him to the ground, sending both a completely transformed Kassie and Michael into fits of rage. Angel attempts to catch the large blade, but instead, it goes through his hand, the blade sticking out of his shaking hand. The other Lycan tries to attack Angel, but is stopped by a flick of Angel's uninjured hand, breaking the creature's neck instantly. Kassie uses the element of surprise to her advantage, slamming her canines down, deep into Angel's shoulder as she tears him to the ground.

Michael spots more Assault Choppers sweep the area, this time, their weaponry locking directly onto him.
"MICHAEL! MOVE!" Matthew screams, blowing a shotgun sized hole in an Antigen Soldier's stomach.
Michael throws the door towards the cockpit of the Chopper, watching as it slices through the glass, jamming into the chest of the co-pilot, making the Chopper limp uneasy. But. even with the sudden surge of chaos in the cockpit, the Chopper opens fire, slinging a missile straight towards Antigen's Hybrid enemy.
"MICHAEL!"
Michael's position is swallowed by the missile, forming a tsunami of cement and debris into the air as the explosion impacts like an enraged bull. The force of the explosion sends even the Death-Members on their asses, making the remaining masses of Lycans scatter for cover. The end of the explosion is followed by a thick blanket of silence; the Lycans either hide from the remaining squads of Soldiers and Death-Members, or continue to fight, grieving the loss of their leader in fits of rage and hatred. The battle continues to rage in the streets of the Dead-Zone, but the Lycans, they're losing to the advanced weaponry of the Antigen Forces.
"This is Angel to Krasper, Corvin has been eradicated, I repeat, the Hybrid has been eradicated," Angel says, firing his handgun at a Lycan, hitting the creature in the chest three times.
"You better make sure of that, Angel," Krasper growls over the radio. "Subject Zero has a habit of-"
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Alex screams, slamming his body into Angel's in a tackle, sending him to the ground.
Alex uses his immense strength to slam his remaining knife into Angel's chest, making the Antigen Soldier scream in violent pain. Antigen Soldiers attempt to restrain Alex, but Alex enters a rage fiercer than even Marcus Corvinus', twisting the head of one of the Soldiers with zero effort, then moving onto the next Soldier, whacking his head with a single swing of his arm. Alex pushes the body of the decapitated Soldier to the ground, prying the weapon from its arms before doing so, his hood unintentially coming off.

"Sir," Angel growls animalistically, yanking the blade from his chest. "It's- Alexander, Sir, he's- he's with the Lycans! He's on their side, Sir!"
"That boy is- HE'S NO LONGER MY SON! KILL HIM! KILL HIM NOW!"
"Sir?"
"I SAID DO IT, ANGEL! OR I'LL HAVE YOU REPLACED ASAP!"
"It will be done, Sir," Alex snarls, dropping the knife before picking up a UMP.45. "I need on site Choppers focussing fire on the Lycans while I take care of this traitor scum, how copy."
"Chopper-Three, reporting."
"Chopper-Four, I copy."
"Chopper-Two, copy."
Angel aims the scope on his weapon directly at Alex's head, breathing slowly as his finger slowly begins to press against the trigger, prepared to kill his leader's own son. The ground begins to shake violently, the road cracking by what seems like extreme pressure, but from what?
"Angel, this is Chopper-Four, our bio-scans are reading something near your position, and- it's-"
"IT'S WHAT?!" Angel screams, noticing the battle slowing down if not stopping completely. "GIVE ME A FUCKING SITREP!"
"IT'S BIG! IT'S FUCKING BIG!"
"HOW BIG ARE WE TALKING?!" Angel commands, seeing a large shadowy figure rising from the dust caused by the explosion at Michael's position.
"QUINT LANE BIG SIR! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!"
"FUCK THAT, CHOPPER TWO MOVING IN!"
Angel watches as Chopper-Two sweeps towards the dust, and in a sudden moment, the creature in the dust roars powerfully, like nothing Angel or Alex have ever experienced in their entire existence. The force of the roar instantly sends Chopper-Two down, making it impact the ground so hard, it turns into a combination of fire and metal as it explodes. The dust begins to settle, revealing a Lycan-like creature, but with a different form; a Hyrbid form; a larger, more muscular structure, large talon-like claws, blue skin, sets of canines and fangs, and pitch black eyes with a dark red iris. Easily twice the size of any Lycan or Hybrid that has or will ever exist.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!" Chopper-Three screams.
"It's Corvin-" Angel stutters. "He's back."
The gigantic Hybrid form of Michael stares at the soldiers half if not a third of his size, his dark red eyes glowing as he roars, a blanket darkness circling him as he moves straight for the tanks.