Hey, what's up? So...you decided to read my fanfic, now did you? Ok, cool, thanks. This one took a LOT of thinking on my part to make, so I put effort into this one, which doesn't happen often. I don't own characters from Capcom or the *other* characters from the *other* companies, but I will list the companies when the timing is ripe....(man I love sounding evil and diabolical when it comes to disclaimers....)Enjoy the fic...or at least try to...thanks. Oh yeah, spoilers of Code: Veronica X...



PROLOGUE

By: EvilQuatreX(aka me)



By now, the alarms had gone on long enough to make him lose his cool. Right now, before getting out of that place, he so wanted a baseball bat to take out all the claxons and sirens of the base. They distracted him long enough to lose his footing and stumble, but he gathered himself and kept running towards the harrier he conveniently found at the prison. Who would have thought that a harrier, of all things a HARRIER, would be under a prison island.

But he had better things to think of at that moment. Like getting the hell out of there and back to the stolen harrier to save the only person he came to save. Claire. Finding out Wesker was still alive and having the chance to cause him at least SOME pain was an added bonus, at the cost of some of his own health.

'That's how he survived the mansion...' he thought to himself as he ran down the now red corridor. At last, he found it. The hanger where he landed the harrier. Even more conveniently, Claire was already inside the second seat, ready for her older brother, the only one who could fly, to get them the hell out of Dodge.

As he was about to make his way to the side of the jet, an explosion knocked him forward, allowing him a rather painful shortcut to the front of the jet, sprawled on the nosecone. He made his way to the seat, powered up the harrier, and hit the afterburner after they cleared the base ceiling.

"Thanks for saving me back there Chris," was Claire's only reply, after seeing her brother save her once again, this time from a lunatic, crossdressing madman's sister and the only person who's supposed to be dead but isn't a zombie. Far from one.

"No problem, I couldn't just leave you there," Chris said, "but we have a problem...."

"...and what would that problem be?" Claire responded, not liking the sound of Chris's voice as he said that.

"Well, I have no idea how far we have to go to get fuel and a place to stay. It's not like I can pull up to a Texaco and fill this thing up with unleaded. Second, even if we could fill this thing up with regular gas, we don't have any money to do so, and lastly, I haven't had any coffee for the past 36 hours..." Chris replied.

"Well, I guess the coffee is our first priority, so where's a McDonald's around here, maybe we can drive through," Claire responded lightly, trying to lift the mood from two people nearly being killed to two people waking up for a monday.

Naturally, they both laughed at the thought.

"Hey, wait up...this thing as GPS....cool..." Chris discovered. After fooling around with it, he found out where they were and said in a better mood, "Look at that, we're almost to Australia. At least we can land there and sort things out later." So, on they went to the land down under to get some much needed sleep.



Ok, the prologue's down, I'll probably have the next chapter up soon....no determining when, sorry. Can you see I haven't said the words 'resident' and 'evil' in this entire fic until now? Well, read and review....or not, either one, free country and all.....here's a simple equation: reviews = more story. See? ok, thanks. later.