The following story is a revision and continuation of the first Resident Evil Movie. It does not follow the book or the movie script perfectly: I did that on purpose. Several of the characters who died will survive in this story and events do not play out the same as they do in the film to satisfy my artistic vision of how I'd like to have seen the movie go. I don't plan on using any game characters in the fanfic (as I've never actually played any of the games- just read tons of fanfic). And I will be introducing non-cannon characters and concepts. Movie 2 also will not necessarily be followed beyond concept.
The characters used are as follows:
Alice, Matt Addison, Spence Parks, JD Salinas, Chad Kaplan and Rain Ocampo
Non-cannon characters are as follows:
Carlita Menzana, Paul Basino, the Director, Margaret 'Maggie' Ellis, Sonya Rojas, Robert Young and Daniel 'Danny' Fletcher
I plan for this to be the first of several stories. And I appreciate feedback: just please no flames. I understand that dialogue and actions don't go exactly the same as they did in the movie: it's on purpose. This is my first attempt at a fanfic. So let me know your thoughts, please. I appreciate all constructive reviews.
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PROLOUGE: Exercise A
A heavy silence had fallen over the monitoring station. The moment the Umbrella Corporation's risk assessment team had entered the property they faced the chance of everything going terribly wrong. But it'd moved as smooth and unfettered as silk through the paces even after the stranger had somehow worked his way into the picture. Step by step they moved as though they somehow knew and willingly accepted what was waiting for them within the test.
Carlita Menzana carefully monitored the situation from her perch within the station, keeping readings on each team member's vital signs through tiny microscopic bugs in their clothing and weaponry. Every facet of their personage was tagged, recorded and added to the databanks that spelled out who they were and how they responded within the exercise.
Her screens had played out the team entering the Hive, winding through the labs on up to the dining room where they split up into two separate clusters. Paul Basino handled the knot staying in the dining room while she enthusiastically watched as the mainstay of the commando unit traipsed towards the Red Queen's chamber. Carlita leaned forward just a bit as they reached the terminal chamber and Kaplan started running through the files. The numbers flew across her screen as well as his in an exact mirror of what was happening on the man's laptop unit.
She was so caught up in the scene that she almost jumped when she felt a hand press down on the back of her chair. The Director braced himself between her chair and Paul's, watching with her as the scene unfolded. A small smile grew on the man's lips slowly as if the emotion was afraid to truly effect him in any way until it grew so large there was no denying his pleasure. He tapped Carlita's shoulder with long bony fingers as a few of the team members moved into the long room holding the Red Queen's defense systems.
"Delay the code." He told her, leaning close to whisper into her dark curls. Carlita almost turned- almost- but the thought of staring him in the eye simply made her stomach churn.
"Sir, if I delay the program the automated defense systems will come online while Team Alpha is in their vicinity. They'll-" She drew in a deep breath as he made a low growl in the back of his throat. The noise barely sounded human.
"Delay the code." He repeated again in a tone that simply demanded obedience.
With trembling fingers Carlita blocked the code from processing properly through Kaplan's computer. On her screen she saw the doors slide shut to trap the team inside the Vault simultaneously as her mirror of Kaplan's screen flashed 'Weapons Systems Activated' in glaring yellow letters.
"Show me the Vault." The Director almost purred. Carlita thought she heard him lick his lips as her screen split into yet another panel. On it she saw the thin blue laser zip through Drew's hand, severing fingers before sliding effortlessly through the team's medic Danilova. Her head separated from her shoulders cleanly without much more than a thin line of blood.
Carlita's hand flew to her mouth as the laser recharged and shot out again. One by one the team members died- not fast enough to spare them their terror- but fast and efficiently enough that by the time the Director had cleared her to free the code they were already dead: Just cooling slabs of meat on the floor.
She felt ill. She was horrified. She'd just caused the death of four people whom she'd been following every aspect of their lives for the last six months. She knew them. She'd lived with- no, through them. Sniffling back tears that threatened to well forth and slip down her cheeks, Carlita kept her hand pressed to her mouth. Then she felt a cold metal muzzle press against her head just behind her right ear.
Then nothing more.
"I am not to be questioned!" The Director bellowed, sliding the weapon back into its almost indistinguishable holster within his jacket. He looked around the room at all the startled faces, daring each silently to say something- anything- until they all nervously returned to work. Only Paul Basino paused for a moment. And that was to wipe his coworker's blood off his face.
Paul watched out of the corner of his eye as the Director had Menzana's body drug out and her station cleaned almost mechanically. A new woman was seated there before the seat had even grown cold. And then the Director moved over to him. He took a moment to watch the scene on Paul's screen unfold and that same cold grin crept over the man's features.
"An infection: excellent. Keep the vitals of Ocampo monitored closely. Release all internal locks within the Hive save for the west dining room doors." He hung there like a storm cloud over Paul's shoulder. It didn't even seem like the man breathed..
The ensuing panic on his screen drew Paul's attention away from the unsettling thought. He silently rooted for them as they cut through swathes of undead and narrowly missed being felled by more that seemed to pour in from every angle. They were herded quite liberally towards the west door Paul realized and he wondered if any were meant to survive the exercise.
Hell, would he survive the exercise? Thinking of Carlita he kept his face stoic when the Director once again called for the codes to be blocked. Without another thought Paul hit the codes and watched, waited, anticipated. He felt the Director's gaze on him as he kept his face straight and unmoved by the cries of the people on the screen.
When the door was released he watched one of Beta Team drug off into the masses by more undead, then their retreat with guns blazing back towards the Red Queen's chambers. His relief was silent and unspoken, more so when the Director looked away.
"Continue." Was the Director's only order as the man retired to his chair- his throne- at the center of the monitoring station.