Chainsaw Guy Resident Evil 4 Novels & Stories

His face was ashen, and his body was unsteady. He glared at Chase before suddenly letting out a piercing howl. "I, Tyler Hawkins, am with the Night Pavilion! Anyone who harms me will die!" "Another annoying fly." Chase frowned impatiently, raising his sword and slashing forward. The sword aura was fierce as it cut through the air. Tyler's face turned pale with fear as he tried to dodge, but the aura still grazed his right shoulder. In an instant, his entire left arm exploded. "My arm!" Tyler screamed in agony as blood poured from his side.

“Revenge won’t bring your dead friend back.” I took a deep long breath. “Fair enough.” Pausing for a moment, I reached back and pulled the knife from the holster I had around my thigh. Spinning it in my hand for a moment, I surged forward and jammed it into his shoulder. The cigarette fell to the floor as the guy screamed. I’d put so much force into it, the chair was now leaning against the back of the wall. My face was not even a foot from his, staring into his eyes, waiting for them to find mine.

I turned to face the guy with the chain, who looked hesitant now, his eyes darting from his downed friends to me. He swung the chain, trying to keep distance between us, the metal links flashing in the dim light. I waited, biding my time, watching his rhythm. When he swung again, I ducked low, grabbing a piece of broken wood from the ground. As he tried to recover, I jammed the wood into his shin. He yelped, losing his footing, and I took my chance to close in, grabbing the chain and twisting it from his grip. He scrambled back, wide-eyed.

"And what if I say no? What will you do then? Kill me?" The moment her words fell, the knife plunged deep into her throat. Blood erupted like a fountain, staining everything in its path. Before any of us could react, it had already soaked through her dress, through his hands, turning the two of them into one grotesque figure of red. Natasha's eyes widened in disbelief. "You… you really dared to…" Lance let out a broken laugh, one that sounded more like a cry. "You pushed me this far. What else do I have left to lose?"

Vesper was being greedy when he went for the second and went for the vein greedily. The third guy looked at him in such horror that he forgot about me, and that was when I tapped him on the shoulder and cut off his pinkie. Okay, it was not necessary, but I think Chad made me addicted to cutting off pinkies. I was tackled by the fourth guy when his drunken breath invaded my senses. I groaned when I pushed my knife straight to his jugular and his blood smeared on my face and black t-shirt.

I cut it short with a bullet between his ribs. Three left. Maybe four. I couldn’t afford to count anymore. The next came faster. Tactical gear, dark eyes, blade in hand. I parried the first strike with my forearm. Steel nicked skin. It stung. I ignored it. Grabbed the guy by the collar, slammed his head into the metal wall behind him. Once. Twice. Blood sprayed from his nose. I finished him with a jab to the throat and a quick shot while he crumpled. The fourth had crouched low, thinking he could flank me. Clever. I let him think it worked.

He licked his lips, his black tongue standing out in the harshness of the white snow. "Yeah, buddy, it's me." I approached slowly, my claws sliding into place. The smell of burned nuts surrounded me when the little fucker attacked. He grabbed one of the logs that hadn't been cut yet with his bare hand and threw it at me. I dodged out of the way, the wood smashing into the ground and smashing on impact. But I didn't hesitate, I slipped around the hurled debris and snatched him up by his throat. "Javier," he growled, his eyes completely black with tints of red.

Harrison twisted, slammed Cole into the wall, and reached for a shard of broken steel. And then everything happened at once. Savannah grabbed a fallen fire extinguisher. Harrison lifted the blade. Cole fought to hold him back. Jackson forced himself upright despite the agony tearing through his ribs. Savannah sprinted forward and swung the extinguisher with every ounce of strength she had left. The impact exploded through the hallway. Harrison staggered backward, the steel shard clattering from his hand. Cole seized the moment and tackled him to the ground, pinning him with a roar that echoed through the ruins.

After saying that, Harvey immediately turned on the TV and coincidentally, the news broadcast was the scene of the crime that had just happened under the bridge. Samson noticed Harvey's hand suddenly clench. Although the guy's face was still calm, they had known each other for more than a few lifetimes, how could Samson not notice the unrest in his friend's heart? - What's up? Did they just say there were two fang-like wounds on the man's neck? Hey Harvey, you're the only vampire left in this city. – Samson smiled happily and leaned back on the sofa, squinting and looking at the man next to him.

He tightens his grip on my wrist. "Let go of me you're hurting me," I say. He pulled me by the waist still holding my wrist and he places his fucking stinking alcohol-wettened lips on mine. "Fuck off," I said trying to push but he wouldn't budge. "Please, Ross, Ross" I cried, only to see that Ross isn't even here anymore. Chainsaw smirks at me evilly. Only if I could take that smirk off his face. It happens that a swift ball fist hits Chainsaw’s cheekbone and he falls. Whoever it is knows exactly what I need.