Raja, standing amidst L.A.'s apocalyptic ruins, faced the zombie-swarmed Umbrella Hive with a glint of madness in his eyes. He yanked three incendiaries from his pack, snagged dynamite from Carlos, and bound them into a makeshift mega-bomb, his fingers moving like a bomb-tech wizard.
Revving his nuclear-powered bike, he shot Carlos a grin. "I'm clearing the Hive. You're in charge—hold tight."
Carlos nodded, convoy gaping as Raja roared toward the Hive, a fortress ringed by thousands of snarling zombies, their decayed hands clawing the air.
MAYA: "Master, you're about to turn them into Zombie barbecue!"
Raja floored the accelerator, weaving through the undead sea, and hurled the bomb with Herculean force, pulling the pin mid-throw.
It arced into the horde's heart, erupting in a fiery inferno that incinerated zombies, their screams drowned by the blast.
A path of crackling flames opened, and Raja gunned his bike, pressing a button that launched bike like a Nitro boost vehicle jumped the fences.
Raja drift-landed before the Hive's entrance, tires screeching, his gold-lined jacket billowing like a dark knight's cape.
Striding toward the entrance, Raja froze, spotting a ditch piled with Alice clones—pale, lifeless copies. Rage surged, his fists clenching. I stopped them from getting Alice's blood last time. Did they catch her?His mind raced, then steadied. No way—Alice, Rain, Jill are too badass for Umbrella.
Inside the facility, Captain Slater, sent by Wesker to terminate Isaacs, stormed in with commandos. They found Isaacs locked in his lab, frantically injecting himself with anti-virus doses to counter his zombie bite, his face a mask of desperation.
Slater, voice cold, declared, "Your employment's terminated," and shot him. The bullets triggered a horrific mutation, Isaacs morphing into a towering Tyrant, his body a grotesque blend of muscle and tentacles.
Retaining his cunning, he slaughtered Slater and the facility's staff, but was trapped in the lab's lower levels.
Raja rode the downward lift into the Hive, stepping into a blood-soaked nightmare—walls smeared red, no bodies, labs trashed like a tornado hit.
He prowled through a ruined lab, blood pooling on the floor, sparking wires dangling, equipment smashed.
A hologram flickered, revealing the White Queen, Umbrella's AI. "Hello, little sis in white," Raja quipped. "Know a girl in red?"
The White Queen, unflappable, replied, "If you mean the Red Queen, yes, I'm her sister."
Raja grinned. "Figures. Now, who turned this place into a horror flick set? Great vibes."
The AI explained, "Dr. Isaacs, bitten and infected, injected an anti-virus made from Alice's white blood cells, mutating into a monster."
"Did you guys catch Alice?" Raja demanded.
The White Queen clarified, "Project Alice was never captured. The serum used her blood from the Raccoon City T-virus injection."
Raja exhaled, tension easing. "Point me to the naughty professor, Whitey."
The AI guided him to a dark lab, where impaled, gutted, and hanged bodies of scientists and soldiers dangled like macabre ornaments.
At the lab's end, Raja spotted a cloned Alice in stasis, just minutes away from maturing, and her face hauntingly familiar.
Fury exploded; he whirled, sensing movement, and punched a stealthy, mutated Isaacs, sending the Tyrant crashing through a wall into a simulated room, debris flying.
Raja stormed through the blasted hole, where Isaacs, his bloody, mutated face healing rapidly, struggled to rise, tentacles writhing.
"You shouldn't have cloned Alice, Doc," Raja growled. "Big mistake."
Isaacs lashed out with sharp, tentacle-like fingers, aiming to skewer him.
Raja skidded under the attack, fiction guiding his slide, and delivered a bone-shattering punch, forcing Isaacs to his knees.
Raja stood, hammering Isaacs' face with a fist that cracked the wooden floor, splinters flying.
He stomped Isaacs' chest, blood spewing, then stepped back.
Isaacs, healing at a freakish pace, staggered up, laughing maniacally. "I'm immortal—you can't kill me!"
Raja's eyes narrowed, drawing a black katana, its blade glinting. "Sun breathing, 12 slashes," he roared, channeling Demon Slayer fury.
In one blistering second, he unleashed 12 blazing slashes, slicing Isaacs into quivering chunks, the air sizzling with heat.
Snapping his fingers Roy Mustang-style, Raja ignited Sun Flame magic, reducing the pieces to ash, the lab glowing orange.
Turning to the White Queen, he demanded, "How many Alice clones?"
She answered, "Thirty, maturing for combat."
Raja cursed, then ordered, "Connect me to Umbrella's bigwigs."
The AI complied, linking to a holo-call with Wesker and the board.
"Yo, Wes! Big fan," Raja taunted, leaning into the hologram. "You've got a fucked-up plan to Virus the world and repopulate it with clones."
Wesker, smirking, replied, "Mr. King, I thought you'd rot in your den, but here you are."
Raja shrugged. "Been busy, Wes, but I'll drop by soon."
Wesker's eyes gleamed. "No need. Two hundred soldiers, armed to the teeth, will surround the facility in ten minutes to capture you. Isaacs was a hiccup, but we'll meet soon, Mr. King."
Raja groaned, "Fuck! Whitey, how long till the goons arrive?"
The White Queen droned, "Eight minutes."
Raja sprinted to the armory, grabbing an assault rifle, ten magazines, ten grenades, and C4 bundles, stuffing them into a bag.
Racing to the lift, he taped grenades to C4, crafting a massive bomb.
Reaching the surface, he burst out as five armored helicopters roared in, missiles obliterating the zombie horde at the entrance in a fiery minute.
Two hundred Umbrella soldiers, bristling with weapons, landed and surrounded Raja, guns trained.
The commander barked, "Mr. Shadow King, no escape. Surrender for the Tokyo base, dead or alive."
Raja laughed like a maniac, Demi-God Swagger blazing. "Escape? Bitch, please—I was born to bring chaos. Come at me, fuckers!"
As soldiers charged, guns blazing, three rockets screamed from different directions, blasting the troops into smithereens, body parts raining down.
Before the survivors could react, a hail of bullets tore through, each shot Bullseye, dropping them like flies.
Raja, poised for carnage, froze, spotting three black-clad figures moving in sync, reloading with lethal grace, wiping out every soldier.
A helicopter swooped in, and the trio approached, their steps a synchronized dance of death.
Raja, pissed they'd stolen his 200-kill glory, glared—until they removed their masks, revealing three stunning faces. His irritation melted into a grin. "Babes, I'm back!"
In the chopper, a 40-year-old pilot and a 20-year-old co-pilot gawked. The girl whispered, "Why'd three Shadow Queens personally come for this Indian kid?"
The old man shrugged, "Super scientist, maybe? Indians are brainy."
They watched, jaws dropping, as the Queens—Alice, Rain, and Jill—slapped Raja one by one, then kissed him passionately, wrapping him in a group hug.
The old man chuckled, "Kid, I think we've met our Shadow King."
To Be Continued…