Okay, this sounds corny. But it's my first ever fan-fic, so be gentile.
Disclaimer: I don't own Max Payne or Resident Evil. Rockstar and Capcom do.
Max Payne sat at his desk and sipped a cup of coffee. His face reflected in the swirling oils. Two years ago he had been acquitted of murder charges. His lawyers, who had been supplied by Mr. Wooden, got him off on self-defense.
He had quit the DEA and re-joined the NYPD. Now as a homicide cop he was investigating the gory deaths of three hikers on I-75. To him it looked like animals had eaten the poor wretches, but stranger things have happened. He should know. The crazed green-eyed killer standing over his wife's dead body, an overturned crib covered in blood....He shut this out of his mind. As long as he never thought about it, it never happened.
He opened the file and had to set down his coffee. This rivaled some of the worst cases he had seen before. There throats had been eaten out, and deep cuts covered the victim's face. The third one got it the worst. Her face was completely ripped off and one of her arms had been torn from its socket. As he flipped though the file he began to notice a strange connection. All of the victims had been hiking near a local Umbrella facility. Max had been suspicious of pharmaceuticals corporations after the Asier company expose. The loudspeaker on the wall boomed.
"ALERT, ALERT! 10-40 AT PHAMACON RESERCH FACILTY! HOSTAGES TAKEN! ALL UNITS RESPOND!"
Max grabbed his leather coat and ran to his cruiser. He knew this building well. It was once the Asier Corporation building.
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