by Chewy Walrus
"Holy crap!" Agent Tweed whispered to himself.
"Good Lord!" Agent Owens yelled aloud.
Agent Reynolds crossed himself while Agent Doe merely stood his ground.
Meanwhile, Dr. Charles Walker looked up at the obsidian-eyed creature before him and smirked. The thing was enormous. At one point in time it may have actually been human. Maybe. Now, it was utterly unbelievable. The creature before him was the most disgusting thing he had ever laid eyes on. Large, puss-filled boils covered its body from head to toe, leaving very little room for any skin of any sort. It was approximately nine feet, ten inches in height with an estimated weight of no less than seven hundred pounds. Sharp fangs protruded from its mouth, blood dripping from them. The heavy, coarse sound of its breathing and the monstrous footsteps it took caused Walker's blood to run cold.
Its craggy, blistered black skin and the heavy billows of smoke coming from its nose made the small, cramped hallway smell of sulfur and ozone burning together. But, obviously, the most striking feature of them all was the glassy black eyes, as though they had been carved from an onyx stone, that stared at the assemblage of metas before him.
And Walker chuckled to himself. "Agent Doe, knock this... thing out for analysis," he said, smiling fiendishly.
"With pleasure," Doe said, holding his hand straight out in front of him. As Edulcore Cicciotto and the EPS looked on, a fissure formed in the roof of the Zoo complex as a lightning bolt struck the beast/man/thing to the ground.
"Merde!" Cicciotto exclaimed, looking at the fallen titan before him, then at the fissure in the ceiling. "MERDE!" he exclaimed more loudly, spinning toward Walker, who was walking over to the beast, syringe in hand. "Do you realize what you've done?!" the man screamed in a thick Italian accent. "Don't you know that there is a horde of attacking zombies carrying a plague that, if it infects these metahuman brothers of mine, will surely destroy us all? DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!"
"Yes, of course," Walker said, pulling out an ebony blood sample from the fallen creature. "We just don't care."
"Damn you," Cicciotto said, as he took flight, attempting to use all his strength to close the fissure caused by Agent Doe's bolt.
Walker turned to his men, whispering in low tones. "All right, people. Doe's diversion bought us some time, but that thing could wake up at any moment, and when it does, it's gonna be pissed beyond pissed. I say we take this opportunity to get to the control room, download the files, and get back to the base as quickly as is humanly possible. Got it?"
"What of Cicciotto?" Doe piped up. "What if he tries to follow?"
"Believe me, he'll be too preoccupied with that mega-beast to do us any harm. Besides, you're stronger than he is. You'd have him on the ground screaming 'mamma mia' before he'd be able to land a punch," Walker said, placing his hand on Doe's shoulder. "All right, men, let's go. Kill anything that stands in your way."
"Filthy metas," Walker muttered under his breath as his team ran through the complex toward the data repository in the control room. "If only we could treat 'em worse."