I do not own Resident Evil, the characters, creatures, back story etc… They are all owned by CAPCOM. The situation, characters and events that I have written are my own ideas.

Chapter 1

Time: Unknown/Location: Unknown

At first, all there was was darkness. I didn't know where I was or how I had even gotten there. It was like that feeling of half asleep and half awake, skewing ones sense of awareness. Then, slowly, everything started coming into focus and two things were made readily clear: 1 was that I had a throbbing headache. Most likely a gift from whoever had bludgeoned me in the back of the head. And 2 was that it was really, really cold wherever I was. It wasn't until a few seconds later that I realized that I was missing my shirt. I could only guess as to why that was.

Rubbing the back of my head yielded a sharp pain that subsided in no time. Uneasily, I stood up and took in my surroundings as my eyes adjusting to the colors and textures of the room. All around me were metal walls, floors and ceiling with a dull-metallic sheen. The smell of copper or perhaps iron, I couldn't really tell, wafted up to my nostrils. A constant humming noise was emanating from somewhere. I turned to see that one of the walls was not a wall at all but rather a large pane of glass. Perplexed, I stepped forward and placed my palms on it. The glass was smooth, not cold like the floor and judging by how inflexible it was under the weight of my pushing, a few inches thick.

That's when my paranoia set in as I glanced around the room. There was no door, none whatsoever. Then, in some sick way it all started to come together. I was in a cage. Not a prison cell or even a holding cell. It was an honest to God cage. Never having been in this situation, my mind started running with possibilities of why I would be in this predicament. But my panic subsided when I came to the conclusion that there was jack shit that I could do. Through my peripheral vision, something caught my eye. I turned toward the glass and saw it. A security camera. Aimed right toward this room. Watching me. A red light under the lens indicating that there was power and thus a feed being supplied to it.

Transfixed, I looked at it, waved my hands over my head in order to get its attention and gave up when it yielded no results. Frustrated I started to pace, an annoying habit that I had taken up whenever board or at the end of my rope. It was then that I noticed that the thing was moving on a swivel pivot from the wall, tracking my movements within the cell. I stopped, looked at it and sidestepped once to my right. The little machine followed my movement. I sidestepped back to the left only to have it follow that move as well. So either this thing had motion sensors in it or someone was controlling it remotely. Pissed, I did the only thing that came naturally.

Time: 11:47 P.M./Location: Umbrella Beta, Site Sigma (Security Room)

Dr. Snider watched in amusement as the test subject awoke and took in his surroundings. The abduction and containment had gone off without a flaw and soon the experimentation and trail runs of the new Tyrants would be underway soon. To say that Director Wesker's aspirations would be fruitful would be an understatement. If everything went off without any complications they could very well see the next generation if Bio Organic Weapons development within the next several weeks. And soon Dr. Snider would be looking at a much bigger pay check. What did un-nerve him however was the state in which Wesker conducted himself. The man was cold, calculated and smart, past the point of being deadly to the point of downright murder. What truly made Snider fear the man was how he never showed his eyes to anyone, hiding behind dark sunglasses while wearing equally dark clothing. It was as if the man wanted to say he was death incarnate.

Snider shook off the feelings and took a sip of the luke-warm coffee that was sitting at the control station.

"No matter", he said to himself. "Soon I'll be rich and living far away from all this Dr. Frankenstein bullshit" He chucked to himself and watched as the specimen in the containment cell look around until finally spotting the security camera. Zooming in, Snider expected to see fear or helplessness dance across the young man's face. Instead he got what he didn't see coming; a look of annoyance with a slight of anger. Then the man raised a defiant middle finger towards the camera.

Snider instinctively reached for the electro shock button that would trigger the cell's defense mechanics. A few hundred volts. Not enough to kill, but plenty to keep the test subjects in line. He withdrew his hand and reached for a phone instead, dialed a number and held it to his ear. After a single ring, Wesker picked up.

"Snider", came a sly and concise voice. "Report"

"Sir, the test subject has woken and is fully coherent"

Wesker let a small sound of pleasure escape his throat. "Hmmm, excellent. Arrange a detail of five men and have him moved to the implant room, we start the injections immediately. I trust you have everything prepped and ready?"

Snider hesitated before answering. "Yes sir, the virus samples were prepped an hour ago and have been kept at a constant temperature. If you don't mind me asking sir, do you think that this man can withstand the mutation process?"

"We'll find out soon enough won't we?" Snider was about to hang up when he heard Wesker's voice a second time. "Snider, I don't pay you to question my orders. Proceed with the experiments and document the progress. No foul ups, no questions, and no excuses. Wesker out"

Snider hung up and silently cursed the man for his arrogance. Who was he to order him around like some kind of lap dog? He pushed the thought from his mind and walked over to the red phone on the wall, picked it up and spoke directly into it.

Time: Unknown/Location: Holding pen

I didn't like being in a cage. It felt like I was being de-humanized. At a time I had worried about oxygen flow into the room, as it seemed air tight. Then I figured that whoever put me here probably did it for a reason and that reason wasn't so that I could suffocate. Freezing I tried to warm myself by rubbing my arms and torso. It did little to help and I was just about to start doing some laps in the large area that I was in, which was rather large just to accommodate one person, in order to get my blood flowing when I heard foot steps. With no where to hide I stood in the center of the room, ready to move if I had too.

The footsteps got closer and soon there were five men standing outside my cell. They each wore what I can only describe as S.W.A.T. gear with gas masks and helmets. The masks had large red eye lenses to them, making the men seem almost unnatural. They stood outside the cell as I eyed them, my heart pounding in my chest, sweat building then cooling in my hands. One of the men stepped forward to the side of the cell and started touching the wall. For all I could gather he was using a key code on the wall. I noticed that compared to other four, he was a bit shorter and didn't have as much of a build. Whether that was due to the gear they wore or not was beyond me.

When the guy was finished he stepped back from the wall and the glass of the cell rose up and into the ceiling. Then there was nothing between us. Feeling a bit pissed I started to run my mouth. "You guys bring me a shirt or what?" Instantly they each raised guns and pointed them at me. If I had had anything in my bladder at that point, it would be trickling down my leg. I wasn't able to see the model of the guns real well, but from what I could surmise they were armed with MP5 sub-machine guns. I instinctively raised my hands, hoping I wouldn't get shot. I was scared shitless but I tried to hide it the best I could.

With the four of them backing him up, the code puncher walked into my cell with his gun leveled at me. When he was about 3 ft away he lowered his weapon and reached to his belt.

"Take it easy man. What did I do?" I asked.

It happened so fast that I didn't have time to react. What looked like a cattle prod came into the lead guy's and came at me. Then all I felt was a quick burning sensation as I fell to the ground. As I struggled to remain conscious the last thing that registered in my head was "Is this guy wearing jasmine perfume?" Darkness stole my thoughts aware as I blacked out.

When I came too I was in an odd position. I tired to move but couldn't and I soon found out why. I was strapped to an operating table. My arms were out at my sides and my feet were strapped at the bottom of the table, like a crucifixion for the new millennium. I struggled to see wear I was when I heard footsteps again.

"Hey, What the fuck is this?" I yelled. "Let me out of this thing!"

"Or what?" came a voice that sounded like a distorted French and German accent.

The man came into view. He was about 5' 6", thinning grey hair, cropped short in a widow's peak and was holding a remote devise. I could see an ID badge around his neck with a photo and a name: Dr. Snider. "What can you possibly do, Mr. Edwards?" he goaded.

"Dude, what do you want from me and how do you know who I am?"

"It is not what I want Mr. Edwards" he said, ignoring the second question, "but rather what my employer wants. You see you came across some information that you shouldn't have. Then you started digging for more"

The old man's words hit me like a slap in the face as I start to put the pieces together. A few days ago I was doing some research for a thesis in one of my medical classes. I was searching for information on pharmaceuticals when I accidentally came across some old sites about the Umbrella Corporation. Shut down a few years ago, it had once been one of the leading pharmaceutical enterprises in the world. After an accident that had occurred in a town called Raccoon City, which was subsequently wiped off the map by a nuclear strike, I remember that there were Senate meetings which ended with Umbrella becoming bankrupt and shutting down. I never questioned what really happened. That was until a few days ago.

The sites that I came across led me to some links. Curious, I looked into them and then my computer started to go crazy, like it had been hacked or something. The screen spazzed and went to what looked like a DOS format. Someone on the other line identifying themselves as the Crimson Butterfly started talking to me about what Umbrella was really up to and that someone was trying to continue that work. I thought it was all a sick joke but eventually came to accept it after several packages arrived at my apartment. Inside were files detailing everything Umbrella had been involved with. What I could make head's or tails of basically spelled out that they had been creating genetic monsters as well as forming viral weapons and a whole lot of other nasty stuff. I guess someone wanted to get the word out to whoever they could. Why they chose some college kid, I'll never figure out. But now it was that information that had put me where I was now. Last thing I remembered before coming here was walking home when I was jumped, a bag was put on my head and I was knocked out. Then I woke up without a shirt. Life sucks sometimes like that.

"So now you realize" the man smiled

"What are you gonna do to me?" I hissed

"Well, since you won't be intelligent enough to appreciate the beauty of it later, I suppose there's no harm in telling you now. You see, by sticking your nose in others business you made yourself an excellent volunteer for our new bio-weapons research. Congratulations!" the Dr. beamed "You'll have the honor of becoming our first specimen. Enjoy your remaining minutes of humanity. You're going to make us very rich!"

With that Dr. Snider hit a button on the remote and an instrument descended from the ceiling. It looked like a mini-gun with needles sticking out of it. Each was at least five or six inches in length. I could almost make out that there were vials of liquid at the ends. I've never really liked needles. "Oh shit, shit, shit!" I said as I struggled, trying to break the restraints. Immediately they tightened and several more came around to hold my head and neck in place. My breathing increased and my heart hammered in my chest as the instrument came down. All I could do was scream as the needles pierced the skin and muscle and droved deeper into my chest, burrowing. Ice pumped into my body and filled my veins as my screams echoed through the room.

"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU HEAR ME!?" I yelled, "I'LL EAT YOUR FUCKING HEART!!!!" and with that, the pain was so much that I passed out again.

Time: Unknown/Location: Holding cell

I didn't know how long I was out. It seemed like forever. Had it been days? Weeks? Months? A year? Did I even have a family or a home? With that thought I bolted up off the floor. I looked down to see several needle marks on my chest where the injections went in. That bastard. That heartless, evil bastard. Whatever he had done to me, whatever he had injected me with had taken some of my memories. They were gone, erased out of my mind. I couldn't remember who my family was, where they lived, and where I had come from. I could still remember my name, Dominic Edwards. I could remember music, TV, books, pop culture, food and everything that was important to people. But my family was gone.

I rushed the glass wall of the cell in a fury and started pounding on it. For a long time that's all I did was hit this piece of glass in anger for what these people had stolen from me. Eventually I got tired and sat down, exhausted and defeated. That's when I noticed a cafeteria tray of food in the middle of the room. Excited and hungry I rushed over too it and picked up a piece of chicken, and ripped into it. It wasn't the best. It was more like crap hospital food I had one time, but it was food nonetheless. I was just about to dive into the mashed potatoes and vegetables when something hit me. Instinctively, I shoved a finger down my throat and threw up what I had just eaten. I wasn't about to be fooled into eating drugged food. I'd starve before that happened. I picked up the tray and threw it at the cell window. It hit it with a satisfying "smack" and cluttered to the ground. The old bastard thought he could get the best of me.

Time: 9:14 A.M../ Location: Umbrella Beta, Site Sigma (Security Room)

Snider watched in slight annoyance as the test subject vomited and threw the food at the cell's glass wall. If the man had been smart, he would have eaten and thus saved himself from a painful mutation. While he would still change, without the medication in his system that he would have eaten, the process would be undeniably excruciating. Snider watched in amazement as the changes started to occur. He leaned towards the security screen expectedly, like a little kid. He had muted the system. The last thing he wanted was to have the man's screams of agony make his head turn.

A few minutes after he had thrown the food, the man started to convulse and writher on the floor, rolling around in pain. Though he couldn't hear it, he knew he was screaming as his muscles moved and shifted, bones breaking and reforming and mutations finally appearing on the man's body. He grew very large very quickly. From almost 6 feet he grew another foot and a half. Claws, about half a foot in length jutted out of his fingers. His skin turned a molted gray as his spine arched and spikes, like that of a fishes spines, sprouted down the length of his back. Large, bladed protrusions erupted from his forearms and shins and his teeth grew very sharp. When the transformations had ended the test subject threw back his head and bellowed a roar. Snider could almost hear it as the sound traveled up the levels of the facility. He smiled in glee. "Welcome to Umbrella Beta, Omega Tyrant." With that he hit the electro shock button and watched as the cell surge with electricity, bringing the creature to its knees before rendering it sedated and unconscious.

Time: 2:55 P.M./ Location Umbrella Beta, Site Sigma (Arena)

It had been a little over 6 minutes after Wesker had gotten off the helicopter and made his way to the inner reaches of the Sigma facility. Snider had called and provided a host of good news. The Omega Tyrant was ready for combat testing. Wesker stifled to hide a smile from the two security personal that escorted him through the halls of the facility. The Omega Tyrant would be his crowning achievement. Not unlike the previous Tyrants that the original Umbrella Corporation had developed, this new specimen would be more than he could have hoped for. Deadly, concealable, and smart but just enough to follow orders without being pre-programmed like the previous Tyrant models. The creature wouldn't be a mindless drone like the previous Tyrants. It could think, follow orders and improvise if necessary. Utilize its environment and use it against whatever it was up against. But it wasn't so smart that it could turn on its handlers, or so Wesker hoped.

Dr. Snider was waiting inside the viewing room of the arena with several other crew members, all of whom were taking notes as Wesker strode in.

"Report"

"Everything is on schedule sir. The specimen's mutation was flawless and the results couldn't have been better", Snider lamented.

"Any complications?" Wesker inquired.

Snider hesitated, hoping that he wouldn't be upset at the creature's reluctance to eat before the transformation. "Just that it wouldn't eat before the mutations occurred. I think it knew we were drugging it"

Wesker looked down through the glass and into the arena. The area was a average sized circular room about several meters in diameter. The creature was lying on the ground, still unconscious from the shock it had received earlier. Slowly it started to stir and rose to its feet.

"For your sake then, let us hope that the trauma hasn't yielded any negative results." Wekser growled. "Proceed with the first phase of the tests"

Snider nodded and pressed a button on the nearby control panel.

Time: Unknown/ Location : Big round room.

I got up and checked myself. Still mutated, still shirtless and still cold. Having my body shift, ripple and change was the most painful thing I had ever gone through. It felt like dying and in some strange way, I didn't feel human any more. Man things could just not get any worse.

I looked around and saw that I was in a new room, circular in shape with a high ceiling. Behind me I could see a sheet of glass that protected several people. I was just about to rush it, break it and tear everyone I could lay my hands on to several gory bits. But that thought was short lived as I heard something move. I looked and a door opened off to my left, then another to my right, and finally a third behind me. A high, pig like cry arose from one of the openings and was joined by two more. I stood my ground, waiting to see what would happen.

Before I could even blink, three identical creatures leaped out of each of the open doors and stood several feet away from me before advancing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was like a bad dream. The creatures were shorter than me, had green scales and hunched so that their long claws at the end of their hands and feet touched the ground. They had short, sloping skulls and a reptilian look to them. They opened their mouths to scream again and I could see rows of sharp teeth. They looked like frogs on steroids.

The closest leapt at me and I jumped back as it lashed out with its claws. That only brought me closer to the one at my right and it made its move, jumping high into the air and coming down to strike. I held up my arms to shield me from the attack. Then I could feel the blades in my arm extend out and I felt a pressure against them. I looked up to see the creature squirming, impaled on the blades, dark blood oozed out of the openings and down onto my face. Eventually the creature stopped moving. It was dead. I lowered my arms and shoved the thing off me as the other two charged me. Something was wrong at that point, my mind wasn't working the way it usually did. I felt different, like I was angry and had a heightened sense of awareness. The thing's blood excited me, made me hungry. For what, I didn't quite know. All I knew was that I wanted battle. I wanted to tear these things apart and feast on their insides. These things did not know what they were fucking with.

The remaining two things charged at me. The closest, I kicked and swung around to pin it to the ground. The other flew at me and without even thinking I grabbed it and pinned it to the wall. It slashed and kicked at me and snapped its teeth. The one I had pinned under my foot did the same. I lifted my leg and brought it down, fast, into the things chest. It screamed then stopped moving as my foot tore into its flesh and thoric cavity, crushing the internal organs. With that, I yelled in blind fury and shoved my fingers, or claws, into the creature and tore up and away, almost tearing it in half as a shower of the thing's blood and organs rained down on me. Satisfied I threw the remains to the side and turned to face the viewers in the booth, panting heavily.

Time: 3:10 P.M. /Location: Umbrella Beta, Site Sigma (Arena)

Wesker stared intently at his new creation as it decimated the three hunters that had been released. The creature was everything he could have hoped for. Fast, intelligent, calculated, and blood thirsty. A testament to all his work to create a virus from samples of the T, G, and T-Veronica viruses had yielded fantastic results. But Wesker was a difficult man to convince. He clenched his fists as he thought of all those that had stood in his way over the years. Those that had prevented him from gaining real power. That all ended today. He motioned for one of the techs to release the next combatant. A creature to truly test if this new specimen was worthy of mass production.

The tech pressed the console and they all watched with intent as a final door opened in the arena. The creature turned to face its next opponent. Out of the shadows stepped a massive 8ft tall creature. The monster's hands ended in long foot and a half long blades. It's skin was similar in color to the Omega Tyrant that stood in the center of the room. Its chest and shoulders were impossibly broad and it had soulless white eyes. The creature's foot steps echoed as it walked to close the distance between the two. Then something happened that caught Wesker and Dr. Snider by surprise. The Omega Tyrant stared at its predecessor and then turned to look at those in the viewing booth. Pointing at the creature, the Omega Tyrant opened its mouth:

"Oh, What the fuck is that thing?!"

Wesker looked at Snider in annoyance. The doctor had reassured him that the Omega Tyrant would have the speech functions and other such brain patterns expunged so as not to turn on its handlers. Clearly something had gone wrong. Wesker was about to chastise Snider when a large roar came from the other Tyrant. They all watched as the massive creature charged at the smaller one, and each of them silently wondered if it would fight, or if it would die.