Disclaimer: I do not own any Resident Evil characters but I do own the head scientist mentioned here, Project N-Thanatos, everything about the project and much more coming in the next chps.
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RESIDENT EVIL: N-THANATOS
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By Vickie1
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PROLOGUE
ESCAPING the chilly cold tundra of Antarctica, a large black object hovered across the clear sky at rapid speed. Its loud roaring in the sky startled a waddle of Adélie penguin chicks on the coastline below. It was an unknown predator, one that any defenceless and flightless bird would fear. They wobbled about, shrieking for their parents long gone to feast on the fishes in the arctic water. However, the enemy did not cease to swoop down and pick up one chick or two. The black foreign object flew onwards and across the Southern Ocean. The danger had passed for the little ones.
The black helicopter was going to bear a long journey towards the equator and with a full tank, it would finish it in about a third of the miles.
The temperature gradually rose as the flying vehicle continued flying northwards. It made three pit stops, located at the farthest tip of Argentina, the Brazilian coast in Espirito Santo and lastly the lively city of Salvador respectively – and hurried on with little rest, exhausting most of the passengers aboard.
In nearly three weeks, the helicopter finally reached its destination.
An island, smacked in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and lusted with humid feral greenery was the location. There were people who inhabited the islet, residing in two divided areas – a small port town sitting in the west coast and a prohibited region at the east coast.
The aerial means of transport hovered to the east coast, its great blades propelling the wind – tearing away fragile palm leaves and scared off exotic birds. From a wooded locale barricaded with electricity fences of 10,000 watts and heavy-duty security to a white sandy beach, it continued on to a landing spot several kilometres from the shore.
It was an enormous platform, with a large white 'H' letter and circle marked in centre. Lights flickered below as the crew in charge of its safety, gave the helicopter the 'okay' to land.
The doors of an elevator shifted open, far from the landing helicopter. A woman in a lab coat walked out, troubled by the sudden blast of bright sunshine and harsh gusts. A hand lifted up, acting as her shield. She kept in a safe distance, away from the swinging horizontal rotors.
If one man did one tiny slip-up, there would be a horrifying sight of a headless body and blood on the helicopter's window. And the head would drop to the sea, to be forever lost by the tides.
She adjusted her glasses to keep the strong wind current from wafting into her green eyes, pulled the strands of her sandy blond hair over her right ear and waited for the visitor to make his appearance.
Wheels touched the ground, giving the helicopter a ruthless shake. The rotors slowly spun to a halt and the noisy engine died.
The first passenger to step out was a man in a trench coat. His expression was veiled behind black sunglasses as they looked about, the same as a hawk stalks its prey. He spotted her and approached with two agents who jumped off the helicopter and followed him like guard dogs.
She sighed bitterly. How she wished someone else would present to him instead of her. But as the director and head scientist of the facility below her feet, it was hard to get away from the likes of him.
"Hello again," he greeted. "I have another specimen to add to your collection."
Albert Wesker was their visitor with a package delivered. He had taken off his winter coat ever since his transportation left Antarctica. It was typical that he was not hot and bothered by the baking heat. After all, this was not his first arrival on the island nor was it the first to be met by him.
A bulky container was hurled out carefully from the helicopter, catching the head scientist's attention.
"It might interest you."
Wesker was correct. It did attract her attention. However, the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' was kept check in her, thanks to past experiences.
It was rather different for a specimen to be kept in a human-sized box. Normally, the varieties were varied in large size and locked in cages transported to the island by ship. The cages would tremble as the creatures inside would try to break free from the 10-inch thick steel walls but this one didn't quiver.
It must be sedated.
The container was placed between her and Wesker. She took note of the frost covering the porthole on it as the thermometer on the metal box read at a very low degree. The number of locks and security codes surprised her.
What was inside must be something dangerous, preserved in iciness. Inquisitiveness started to get the better of her.
She reached out and wiped the frost away, her fingers unfamiliar with the coldness. It was far colder than a cool fruity drink with ice cubes.
She held in her revulsion at the sight inside but not her shock.
"...Is this really necessary?" she inquired as steadily as she could but not well enough.
Wesker didn't answer her. He pulled out a CD labelled "T-V Virus" in pen from his coat and handed it over to her.
"All data involving the T-Veronica Virus is here. I don't have to tell you what your assignment is this time."
"And him?"
"He contains the virus itself."
Astonishment stained in her eyes as she swiftly wheeled round at the man in black, mentally questioning his reply, but turned back. She could not help but stare at the container in sympathy.
You must have been through a lot.
"How is Project N-Thanatos going?" he questioned without hesitation.
She deliberately gave a minute of pause, keeping her eyes on the porthole. It was mostly because she had little concern about the project and more to the container before her.
She didn't glance at Wesker when she responded to his enquiry.
"...It has yet to advance to the next stage. There is difficulty in extracting the virus in G-53 to G-99 specimens. Most of the Erinye experiments suffered from immediate respiratory system failure because of the amount of sedatives used."
"And the others?"
She bit her lip, wondering if blood was drawn.
"Have attacked and killed eight of our employees in the last four months."
"How unfortunate."
Don't say it. Don't you dare say it!
"But sometimes, sacrifice has to be made on the altar of our success."
Teeth grounded inside her mouth, shrouded so that he could not observe her irritation interestedly. Her mind told her to calm down. If she did one mistake, one attempt to take down the bastard...
No. She couldn't, not when he had the upper hand. But one of these days, when he would put his guard down, she would have her opportunity.
She just had to be patient and wait a little longer.
The head scientist wandered her view back to the container. She cleaned the frost off and flung the rest from her red-flushed hand.
"Mind telling me his name?"
A smirk stretched on Wesker's face.
"That's just like you. Always wanting to know who they once were. You have such a good heart but one of these days, it's going to kill you."
The head scientist could almost break the disk in two, knowing he was smiling behind her back. She could feel it daggering into her. The only thing right now that would kill her would be a heart attack, not uncommon to get at her age and healthy status.
It would make her happy if she had one right there and then.
"It's none of your concern."
A soft chuckle was thrown at her.
"If you're curious, why don't you look it up?" He marched to the helicopter, ready for another trip to some god-forsaken place similar to the one that stood beneath her feet.
The engine started, at first with a coughing throttle and then the rotor blades began to rotate. The roaring of the helicopter deafened the crashing waves around the platform.
"Inform me of any news, Mclenlan. I will be back for another visit and the next time I come, I expect some good results."
The agents and Wesker boarded back on the vehicle. The crew gave the signal and the driver took it to the air.
The head scientist watched as the black helicopter hovered off the platform before soaring off the horizon and becoming a mere black speck. One thumb rose up and pointed on the black dot. She moved it about as if it was nothing but dirt and needed to be pitch away by her. By the time her thumb shifted, the helicopter was gone.
She gave the order to have the container moved into the elevator and followed suit with it.
A tiring sigh was let loose. She slipped off her glasses and rubbed the tension in her eyes. It was the start of the morning and already, it seemed like it was going to be a long day for her and her colleagues. What was more, she didn't get enough sleep the night before.
Could it not get anymore bothersome than this?
She leaned against a wall and stared aimlessly at the container, now loaded next to her.
He intends to make you a B.O.W. no doubt... How despicable...
"Well...welcome aboard, kiddo... You're probably hating this already..."
Ding!
The elevator doors closed. The loud noises outside suddenly diminished, replaced by uncanny silence. It felt awkward, especially when her guest could not speak. Perhaps, she thought, the guest agreed with her.
She couldn't help but laugh delicately. It somehow made her feel a little better.
"That makes the two of us."
She gazed down at the disk in hand. T-Virus, NE-T Virus, G-Virus – the list went on and on. All of them were the worse, far dangerous than the Ebola virus. Mass zombification and bizarre mutation were the consequences, making them the ultimate biological warfare.
And the facility she worked in had all of the above, including a new creation. And now there was the T-Veronica Virus to add to the anthology.
All the viruses in one bundle, in one place. It sounded like a hell on Earth.
The fear of another outbreak was inedible. The downfall of Raccoon City had been all over the news in 1998, when she was but an immediate scientist climbing her way to the top. Recently, she heard the news of Rockfort and it sickened her to hear many – few whom she knew in her university and were transferred to Antarctica – had perished.
She blamed the outbreaks on Umbrella Corporation. A reputation like that would surely cause the corporation to fall, incriminated for the thousands of innocent people dead. In spite of everything, they were the one who started this mess and yet they still hid behind their lawyers with deny.
May God smite them, she had thought that long ago and that may happen soon enough.
Fortunately, the facility she worked belonged to some other company, one that Wesker worked for and one that have given everything to prevent another epidemic to occur in the facility. Safety came first but it did not ease the terror.
Too many sleepless nights and she had already forgotten about the company's name. It would come back to her again, despite seeing the company's symbol imprinted on the lift's door. But she hoped one day the name would become just a faint memory.
She dropped her glasses and the CD into the pocket of her white coat and again sighed heavily.
"...So tell me, kiddo," she asked, knowing no answers would be given while the elevator continued descending.
Inside the container, bubbles rippled and red hair flowed about in gelatinous liquid – a miraculous solution that can halt early decomposition, which is if the body was an hour or two after death. A large wound through his abdomen was barely stitched up with haste by the attempt of a medic whilst a fresh patch of blood circulated through tubes, needled into blue veins intersecting across his hands and chest. An oxygen mask was positioned on the specimen's face while other medical machinery attached to the container was running his vital organs, preventing the end from claiming his soul.
The words the scientist would say next would be muffled by the liquid, failing to reach his ears. His body was barely alive, just barely but it was unclear to the head scientist if his mind was as well.
Regretfully to both her and – if he was awake this minute – to the specimen, it was all thanks to the virus inside of him.
The blinking fluorescent light that repeatedly streamed upwards through the narrow slit amid the elevator doors gave the head scientist a mesmerizing feeling of serenity.
"Do you believe in second chances?"
The elevator disappeared further down the shaft.
On the surface, the alarm howled. The crew cleared the area quickly and took the other elevators down to the facility below.
A mechanical sound erupted throughout the platform. Double seal-tight gates closed shut, ensuring no water would enter the elevator shafts. The platform shook violently and the waves crashed even more. In an instance, the platform began to plunge into the sea. Like a disappearing act performed by a magician, it obscured itself under the blanket of saltwater.
The ocean consumed it in a matter of seconds. There was nothing that showed it ever existed.
A facility near Cape Inacio never existed.
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Authoress: My first attempt on a RE fanfic... Also my first attempt on writing a T-M rated fanfic! It's kinda scary, I had doubts about writing this idea. I did come up with plot twists to make this interesting but was discouraged that even with them, it's still not good enough. Even thinking of the names worried me 'cause I really am bad at names! But thanks to two people who encouraged me, I wrote the prologue in 1 day, checked it and re-checked it and double-rechecked it.
So I'd like to dedicate this first chp of the fanfic to Prowler-Wolf here in FFN and Cornebus from DA. THANK U GUYS! -cries happily-
Now that I started this, expect action, adventure, lots of comedy and most of all, horror packed up on one little island! Mostly, the blood, gore, torture and humor is the part I'm going to enjoy writing. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Gomen, I sometimes have an evil mind.
And you can guess who the specimen is but be warned, just because you got the right answer doesn't mean I am going to be putting pairings in it. Romance are not a biggie for me and certain RE pairings are okay (sorta) but not all. Plus, don't know if I can even squeeze that in with all the horror I want to write (and that's about five times bigger than romance :D ).
I would like to try an OC paired with a character, not too great a romance, but I think you fans are gonna jump on me and rip me to shreds. And I don't want that to happen unless I know it's alright. -ducks with shield in terror-
Okay, enough of the author's note. I really do hope you like this prologue and are interested in what's coming up. And I hope myself that I get this right since it's my first time (looks like I'll be doing a lot of research). Please feel free to give a bit of criticism (NO FLAMES!) in your reviews.
Thank you for reading and I'll be grateful if you review, review, review, REVIEW! –grins horribly-
P.S. What's the company Wesker is working that's not Umbrella? I'm a bit confused with that part.
P.S.S I might redo this again and the bad summary I've written. Don't know if there's any grammer mistake or needs part reediting.
Oh, I forgot. The head scientist is more of a comic relief here. She and most of the scientists going to be mentioned here are good people with sadly a crisis in their freedom. But you'll laugh at how much stress and suffering she gets. Sometimes the stress gets to her and she starts cooking up weird plans to escape them with an evil twinkle in her eye. I love torturing my OCs till they go mad. X3