Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil Blood ❯ Chapter 0 Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Resident Evil Blood


Chapter 0 - Prologue

Somewhere in Paris. Five years after Raccoon City.


"Chris," a woman's voice sizzled over the radio's static. "Don't go too far otherwi-zzzz-won't be able to-zzzz-that. Over."

Great. Chris thought. The radios are getting interference. "Jill. Repeat? Over." He waited a bit. “Jill? You there? Over.” There was no reply. "A-1? Come in, over." Still nothing except static. Ah, the wonders of technology.

I wasn't really the radio's fault. It was just the building they were in. It was deep underground, had walls made of sheet metal several feet thick, built to take a nuke it seemed, and basically screamed "secret evil laboratory were your crappy walky-talkies can - and will - fail the moment you stray from your group."

Chris sighed. He shined his standard issue flashlight down a dirty corridor. Although it was evident by the amount of dust and grim built up through the years of obvious disuse, the facility still retained a stark sterilized feel, like a hospital, only far more ominous. The beam of light cut through the dark air, revealing bits and pieces of what had happened here all so many years ago: an over turned chair; a dislodged sofa, filing paper strewn on the floor in disregard… The never ending amount of dark brown and black splashes sprayed across the floor, walls, and ceiling. Chris down cast his eyes as his skin prickled. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have been like, running down that corridor, having just heard that the city was going crazy. Everyone attacking everyone. Absolute panic. He closed his eyes and tried to shake the thought. It must have been a blood bath… He shined the light further down, slowly taking cautious steps. Suddenly, he caught sight of the familiar hexagon shaped red and white symbol blatantly etched into the wall itself, as if a permanent marker of its own evil. Umbrella. Chris frowned and turned away, continuing to walk down the corridor.

Several days earlier, a reconnaissance team had found the entrance to this seemingly abandoned complex through another seemingly hidden entry way of what appeared to be a seemingly normal office building. Of course, that would have been all been fine and dandy - had the registered owners of said building not been the Umbrella Corporation.

After the exposure to the American public's eye of Umbrella's involvement in the Raccoon City incident, the US government stepped in and froze Umbrella's assets and accounts until further investigation could conclude a full verdict. This of course led the company’s stock and sales to plummet and crash. For all intents and purposes, the multi-billion dollar global leader in medical and pharmaceutical research and supplies ceased to function as a working entity and eventually dissolved.

It would have been nice if that had been the end to the unfortunate story... But, no. That was only the beginning of the end for Umbrella - and the fragile peace the world held in general.

Quite suddenly, and almost without warning, biological weapons of mass destruction began hitting humanity. The first round of alarm bells rang in the down trodden back waters of no-name rivaling countries where political strife was far too commonly associated with violence and destruction as being the norm. And no one paid attention. In fact, too many simply did not care. Violence was over rated. It was too common. Nothing new. But the bells kept ringing.

Soon, in a matter of mere weeks, terrorist attacks began springing up almost every recognizable area on earth. And people couldn’t ignore it anymore. They saw, it wasn’t the attacks themselves, or the demands of the terrible groups claiming the attacks, it was the nature of the violence itself. It was the weapons used. It was the death it caused. Massive. Unrestrained. And soon, it wasn’t affecting just “down trodden back water no-name places in the middle of who-cares-where” that everyone could simply just read about in the morning paper, make a few comments on “Oh, how terrible. Someone should really do something,” and then completely forget about it by afternoon tea time. No. It wasn’t like that anymore. The world was different now. Umbrella was no longer there to “control” the mess it had helped birth.

Paris was the wake up call, the world had needed. When the City of Light failed to shine one dark cold morning - it was impossible to deny it any longer. The world was furious. How could this have happened?

The black markets. Normally a wonder filed assortment of every kind of everything you could ever want for anything. From the most basic sources of just illegal foodstuffs to the nastiest and most perverse pleasures, items and things - the black market had it all. If someone wanted something, and he had the necessary currency to purchase it with, then most assuredly, someone else would without a doubt make that good available. And power, is the most coveted item of all.

When Umbrella first took its final dying breath, many of the higher ups realized their time was short. They hadn’t ascended to positions of power in a company like Umbrella with out gaining a keen insight on how the dark hearts of men work. The ship was sinking. It was time for the rats to flee. And take their deadly plagues with them. They held in their current possession, access to perhaps some of the deadliest creatures, biological weapons and most dangerous of all, information. It was only a matter of time before it ended up on the black market.

A large deluge of bio terror and warfare flooded the underdeveloped countries of Africa, Asia, South America and quickly spread to more developed nations, who in turn fought back with newly acquired bio weapons of their own, also acquired through questionable means, only aggravating the assaults even further.

The situations would have not been so severe had the type of weapons used not been so... Lingering. Deadly. And worst of all, infections. Hordes of mutagenic monsters, creatures, plagues and pestilence spread through entire nations. A good portion of the world remained unaffected, and most of the damaged was contained before it promulgated the aptly prophesized apocalypse of the human race – although, not a single country escaped unscathed. There were high prices paid. And no one likes getting stuck with the bill.

Much like the World Wars of the past, the bout of biological monstrosities unleashed onto the unsuspecting people of the world, most of which directly linked back to the figure head corporation of "Umbrella," created ripples of unease that affected the relationships of existing nations across the board. And at the center, unfortunately for them, it was the United States of America that stood tall as the main scapegoat. After all, Umbrella held its origins in the US, and it was in part due to the mismanaged, slow and sloppy actions of the US government that led most of the contraband from Umbrella to end up overseas in foreign markets of ill repute in the first place. Honestly, to be fair, trade through the black market of illegal Umbrella goods was inevitable, although perhaps not entirely unavoidable, but that certainly didn’t keep the world from pointing fingers. The US had screwed up. That much, at least, was undeniable.

In a ditch effort to correct its even more so tarnished image, the US President pledged that he would personally see to the aide, reconstruction and reestablishment of safety in the affected areas of countries in devastation from the effects of bio terrorism. Of course, what this really meant was that he went and yelled at the guys in the department of Affairs to fix stuff, who in turn went and yelled at the guys in the department of Defense to mobilize stuff, who in turn yelled at the men and women in uniform to go grab a badge and gun, and “get out there and clean the world up." Thankfully, they did one thing right and at least got the right people to head up the project.

What did this, in the end, all mean? Well, in the big picture, it created the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance (BSAA), which monitors, reports and assesses Bio-organic Weapons activity and responds with quick preventative, evasive and post-active action.

In the small picture? It currently had Chris Redfield and several other members of the BSAA US A-1 Unit running around a seemingly "secret evil laboratory where their crappy walky-talkies could - and did - fail the moment they strayed from the group."

Chris pressed his body against a wall and quickly rounded another dark corner while he kept his flashlight and gun poised in alert. He didn’t particularly want to admit it, but… He was lost. Still, he tried every now and then to contact the others. "Jill?” he called once more into the walky-talkie. “A-1, respond, over." Still nothing. Crap. He looked at the radio in his hands and, oddly enough, even in the dimly lit yellow emergency lights of the dark hallway, he could clearly see the common "Made in USA" sticker on the side of the device. Chris couldn't help but sigh again and slightly roll his eyes up as if looking towards a higher power. I love America.

Just then, he thought he saw a quick burst of light, as if from a camera flash. It caught him off guard so much so that after a minute he wondered if maybe he had imaged it, but no, shortly afterwards, it flashed again. This time however, he managed to pinpoint a location. What is that? A short circuit maybe? It was coming from down the hall and past the two small window panels on the far end of the room.

Chris, being who he was (and being lost and not having anything better to do) decided, of course, to investigate. After all, it might be something of interest. He turned off his flashlight and having his gun already drawn, the former STARS member slowly made his way down the corridor and up to the doors leading into the room with the flashes. Twice more the burst of light shone. Chris reached over and glanced in through the panels of glass on the door. On the other side he saw more of the same: a dark room lit scarcely by dim emergency lighting.

He took a deep breath and pushed the doors open slowly cringing at their obvious squeak. He cautiously walked into that dark room, gun aimed steady, looking around trying to find the source of the bright flashes, when he saw the burst once more go off. This time though, it illuminated the back of a humanoid figure standing at a computer display panel not but a good 15 meters away.

Chris quickly ducked down and to the side, behind a large cabinet. Someone else is here?! He furrowed his eyebrows and tightened his grip around his pistol. It can’t be anyone from A-1. I’d have seen them pass me by or they’d at least be with the others. Who can it be…?

The former STARS member saw another burst of light go off. Now though, being in the room itself, he slightly heard the sound of an electronic beep, like on a digital camera. Camera?! Are those bright flashes off of a camera then? Is someone taking pictures? Maybe it’s a news reporter that got leaked information. Not the first time that’s happened. Chris thought, trying to calm himself. He didn’t know why, but something about the silhouette of that figure made the hair on his neck stand on end. There’s something wrong, something…

Another flash went off. OK. Chris took a deep breath still wondering what that foreboding feeling of dread clinging to the inner most recesses of his mind might be. I’m not going to get anywhere just hiding here. He slowly rose up trying to catch a glimpse of the person that was standing next to the computer panels.

The vague light seeping off the monitors made it impossible to see the figure as anything other than an outlined shadow, but there was no mistake about it – there was definitely a man there. Chris felt an anchor claw its way up his throat. What the hell? Why am I so… Freaked out…? What is this…?

Chris saw another flash go off. Sure enough, the man standing there was taking what appeared to be photos of something. From the outline of this guy’s body, Chris could tell who ever it was looked like he could possibly be military. He was dressed in black, which made distinguishing any concrete detail about the figure all the more difficult, but Chris almost swore he saw a thigh holster and what appeared to be a tactical vest. OK, scratch out the paparazzi theory.

Yet another flash went off. Chris was now standing upright and holding his gun out pointed in the direction of the man. Another possibility entered Chris’ mind. This is an Umbrella facility. Who knows what kinds of stuff they did in here. Who ever this is, he’s obviously photographing something. Research? Evidence? I don’t know, but whatever it is, one thing’s for sure – If it was for something good, he wouldn’t be doing this secretly, ergo - “Freeze!” Chris shouted as he moved out from behind the table and slowly stepped forwards. “Put your hands over your head and turn around! Slowly.”

The figure of the man remained motionless. There wasn’t a jump or a startled turn. Nothing. Instead, another flash went off a few seconds later. Did he hear me? “I said, put your hands over your head and turn around!”

Chris waited a few seconds before he began taking a few steps closer. “Hey, I said-”

Another flash went off. Chris was only a few feet away from the figure. His eyes had adjusted enough to the gloomy darkness of the underground corridors, but the light from the monitors still disenabled him from getting a good look at the man. And the constant flashes kept semi-blinding him for a few seconds. He could tell that the man was well built and, yes, he did have tactical gear on. Something about it… Is wrong… It’s familiar… “Put your hands up and turn around!”

Still the figure ignored him. Chris could tell now that we was indeed taking photos of something, but he couldn’t quite tell what. “I said-“

“I heard you Chris.”

As if a plug was pulled, all of the blood in Chris’ face drained instantaneously. His mouth went dry and a violent electrical shock of pure fear cut down his spine. His eyes widened and his body reacted by taking an automatic step back. No…

A bright flash snapped once more and Chris could now clearly see what he was silently praying to any god willing to listen that it might not be. It.. It… Can’t…

“There,” the figure responded with the last blast of bright light from the camera. “ Done.“ He slowly turned around, not that it mattered. He was still nothing more than a silhouette of absolute black from the contrast of the bright white computer monitor glow behind him. “Now then, you were saying?”

Chris tried to step back again, but his legs refused to react. He could feel the tension in his arms as his fingers clamped into the trigger while all of his limbs trembled and his head shook slightly. The man standing before him languidly stood tall with his weight equally spread on either side. It was undeniable. It was unmistakable. The darkness shrouded the man’s features and the halo glow of the monitors hid his expression, but the man’s voice alone froze Chris dead in his tracks. He could feel the sickeningly sinking feeling of absolute fear rip his insides down as a nauseous dread took a raging hold of him.

“Chris,” the man cracked his knuckles and took a step out of the monitor’s white light. “It’s been far too long...” he breathed out as if savoring the very air of the dark room and practically licking his lips in seeming anticipation.

Although the room was dark, one thing was certain: Chris could clearly see the man was still wearing his trademark black sunglasses - and one nasty sadistic smirk.

***************************** Author Time! *****************************
Whoo, it been forever since I last wrote anything. I hope my writing skills haven’t atrophied away into bleh, cho. Well, the first chapter of the RE fic is up. I will add a new chapter each week (or less). I just got done watching RE Degeneration and was like, you know… I should really upload that sexy RE fic I got, yes I should, says I…. And then I should go finish that last page on the YuGiOh fic too, eh heh… I’ll build up my smexy writing skills before I do that. Gotta deliver a the bang for the buck, you know. Anyways, this won’t turn yaoi until chapter 4, so until then, please be patient. I have to do that annoying thing where actual plot gets developed first. I know, I know, stupid plot getting in the way of perfectly good smut, che.
R/R and let me know what you think. Thanks!