Resident Evil: Blood Ties
Chapter 1: The Inauguration
Pierre Dupree looked around the dimly lit room in the Umbrella facility. The room was solid white with a single light that hung down from the dark ceiling by a chain, giving it a dungeon-like look. The lamp didn't do much good only illuminating a ten-foot radius around the table at which he sat with five other people. They had all been holed up in this room figuring out why they were all there. They all shared one common thing though; the need to find a family member or friend that had disappeared after Umbrella had gone under.
Pierre sat at the very end of the table, two seats away from the closest person. When he was five, he was abandoned by his parents and grew up on the streets of Paris. Which made him absolutely hate the idea of depending on other people for anything. He was then taken in and raised by Umbrella and became a "fix up" guy, which simply meant that whenever someone found out a little too much about what Umbrella was doing he was to "fix" the problem. Now he was 23 years old, 6'2, 190 lbs. He had light blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a small scar that ran the bridge of his nose from a fight. After Umbrella had laid him off after they started going under he had been on a tirade trying to kill every key player that had anything to do with Umbrella, which finally led him here to this hellhole, which had been a kind of headquarters for research facilities.
To his left was Lain Meiers. Lain was a young girl about seventeen, she had pale white skin, short blonde hair, and green eyes. She wore a green jacket with a white tank top under it and dark blue jeans. She was 5'2, about 110 lbs., with a small build. She seemed to be an ordinary girl who was very quiet and sullen. She seemed to daydream a lot and didn't have a lot of confidence in herself. Her mother had died from illness when she was young, so her father who worked for Umbrella raised her. Both her and her father had then lived in a small apartment. Her father had recently disappeared motivating her to go looking for him in one of the most well known Umbrella facilities, the facility that was about 10 miles from where Raccoon City used to be.
To Pierre's right was Tom Burgess. Tom was 20 years old, 6'0, and 185 lbs. He had blue eyes, black hair, and a thin mustache and a goatee. He was paranoid about government and pretty rebellious. His mother had been a homemaker that was kidnapped by Umbrella for experimentation. His father was a high-ranking member of the American Knights, a top-secret patriot organization, but was killed in an S.T.A.R.S. raid. A Financial CEO, a farmer, and a butcher passed around Tom. He was taught to be a gentleman and a farmer. He had also been trained in a Green Beret program, but probably the most interesting fact Pierre found out about him was that he was wanted for many attacks on government and Umbrella facilities. His intense hate for Umbrella after his mother's death lead him to this Umbrella facility.
Beside Tom sat a 21 year old, 5'10, 165 lbs. man. He went by the name of Jon Noto. Jon had brown eyes and dark black hair. He seemed to be cowardly since in situations of extreme pressure he would crack. After graduating college and getting a degree in engineering, he had tried to get a job in a bomb squad but failed due to the fact that he couldn't stand being under pressure. Eventually his best friend, Steven Robinson, offered him a job at a nearby umbrella company that was offering jobs to those with engineering skills. He eventually took up the job, but after 3 months he was laid off. However, Steven was kept on and soon disappeared like many other researchers. Jon vowed to find Steven or at least what happened to him. Jon said proficiently that he had skills in engineering, some medical skills, and knows how to fly a helicopter he also was quite handy with a gun.
In the chair to the right of the head of the table was a Hispanic looking guy. He was 29 years old, 6 foot, and 178 lbs. He had dark tanned skin, light brown eyes, and dark hair. He was loyal and determined, and refused to admit himself wrong in any circumstance and had a tendency to flaunt himself in his abilities. He had been in the military since the age of 18 and had been expertly trained as a Navy Seals more than half that time. Having one of his colleagues, Emma Magnus, in Raccoon city during the virus outbreak on a secluded mission, Acosta had been chosen from one of his friend's fellow reconnaissance squad in order to look for her, and to help bring down Umbrella. He soon found himself wondering around in this facility.
Heading the table off was, Matthew Ryan. Matthew had already elected himself as "leader" which didn't set well with Pierre at all. He was 28 years old, 6 foot, and 195 lbs. He had had 4 years of college, majoring in political science with a minor in international law. Matthew finished in the top 6% of his class, and was approached by the military upon graduation because of his high scores on the ASVAB test system. After completing basic training, Ryan was selected for training at West Point. He graduated with honors, and proceeded to Army Ranger School, earning his status as a Ranger in his first attempt. Feeling that he wasn't doing enough to serve his country, Ryan began to collect rumors about a special branch of the CIA created after the war in Afghanistan. The purpose of the unit was to train special field operatives in the arts of assassination, and single operative warfare. This was in order to prevent another disaster like the one that occurred during a prison uprising where a CIA agent was killed. The new program would eventually lead to a new generation of battle-ready field agents, which appealed greatly to Ryan. He finally made enough connections in the brass to agitate for a transfer to the unit, and was accepted. After training, Ryan was assigned to several high profile incidents in the Middle East, most of that remain classified to this day. Ryan has a personal stake in the hunt for Umbrella; his fiancée was a researcher for the company, and one of the many who disappeared after their apparent destruction, as well as being personal acquaintances with most of the former S.T.A.R.S. agents, after his liaison operation with them. He seemed to be extremely loyal, with a fierce sense of right and wrong.
"Well, now that we know about each other what do you say we get out of here," Pierre said with a cold undertone to it. "Yeah, that's a good idea, the longer we stay here the higher the chance we have of not finding anybody," Matthew said as a matter-of-factly. They all raised from their seats, except for Lain. Tom stopped in his tracks on his way to the door, and quickly walked back to the table to the chair where Lain sat. "Hey, are you alright," Tom said with genuine concern. Lain snapped around, "Yeah, sorry, I must have zoned out there for a second," she said a little more than embarrassed. "Don't worry, I won't bite your head off for that alone," he said trying to get her to relax a little. "Hey you two, stop fooling around and hurry up," Pierre said a little irritated by the fact that Tom might not be able to keep his mind on his business because of this girl. He would have to watch him carefully along with all the others he thought to himself as they stepped through the door into the cold corridor.
Authors Note: I promise there will be a lot of blood and gore in the next chapter, but I just wanted to introduce the characters. So, try not to take it to personally. Tell me what you think by giving me a review.
Chapter 1: The Inauguration
Pierre Dupree looked around the dimly lit room in the Umbrella facility. The room was solid white with a single light that hung down from the dark ceiling by a chain, giving it a dungeon-like look. The lamp didn't do much good only illuminating a ten-foot radius around the table at which he sat with five other people. They had all been holed up in this room figuring out why they were all there. They all shared one common thing though; the need to find a family member or friend that had disappeared after Umbrella had gone under.
Pierre sat at the very end of the table, two seats away from the closest person. When he was five, he was abandoned by his parents and grew up on the streets of Paris. Which made him absolutely hate the idea of depending on other people for anything. He was then taken in and raised by Umbrella and became a "fix up" guy, which simply meant that whenever someone found out a little too much about what Umbrella was doing he was to "fix" the problem. Now he was 23 years old, 6'2, 190 lbs. He had light blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a small scar that ran the bridge of his nose from a fight. After Umbrella had laid him off after they started going under he had been on a tirade trying to kill every key player that had anything to do with Umbrella, which finally led him here to this hellhole, which had been a kind of headquarters for research facilities.
To his left was Lain Meiers. Lain was a young girl about seventeen, she had pale white skin, short blonde hair, and green eyes. She wore a green jacket with a white tank top under it and dark blue jeans. She was 5'2, about 110 lbs., with a small build. She seemed to be an ordinary girl who was very quiet and sullen. She seemed to daydream a lot and didn't have a lot of confidence in herself. Her mother had died from illness when she was young, so her father who worked for Umbrella raised her. Both her and her father had then lived in a small apartment. Her father had recently disappeared motivating her to go looking for him in one of the most well known Umbrella facilities, the facility that was about 10 miles from where Raccoon City used to be.
To Pierre's right was Tom Burgess. Tom was 20 years old, 6'0, and 185 lbs. He had blue eyes, black hair, and a thin mustache and a goatee. He was paranoid about government and pretty rebellious. His mother had been a homemaker that was kidnapped by Umbrella for experimentation. His father was a high-ranking member of the American Knights, a top-secret patriot organization, but was killed in an S.T.A.R.S. raid. A Financial CEO, a farmer, and a butcher passed around Tom. He was taught to be a gentleman and a farmer. He had also been trained in a Green Beret program, but probably the most interesting fact Pierre found out about him was that he was wanted for many attacks on government and Umbrella facilities. His intense hate for Umbrella after his mother's death lead him to this Umbrella facility.
Beside Tom sat a 21 year old, 5'10, 165 lbs. man. He went by the name of Jon Noto. Jon had brown eyes and dark black hair. He seemed to be cowardly since in situations of extreme pressure he would crack. After graduating college and getting a degree in engineering, he had tried to get a job in a bomb squad but failed due to the fact that he couldn't stand being under pressure. Eventually his best friend, Steven Robinson, offered him a job at a nearby umbrella company that was offering jobs to those with engineering skills. He eventually took up the job, but after 3 months he was laid off. However, Steven was kept on and soon disappeared like many other researchers. Jon vowed to find Steven or at least what happened to him. Jon said proficiently that he had skills in engineering, some medical skills, and knows how to fly a helicopter he also was quite handy with a gun.
In the chair to the right of the head of the table was a Hispanic looking guy. He was 29 years old, 6 foot, and 178 lbs. He had dark tanned skin, light brown eyes, and dark hair. He was loyal and determined, and refused to admit himself wrong in any circumstance and had a tendency to flaunt himself in his abilities. He had been in the military since the age of 18 and had been expertly trained as a Navy Seals more than half that time. Having one of his colleagues, Emma Magnus, in Raccoon city during the virus outbreak on a secluded mission, Acosta had been chosen from one of his friend's fellow reconnaissance squad in order to look for her, and to help bring down Umbrella. He soon found himself wondering around in this facility.
Heading the table off was, Matthew Ryan. Matthew had already elected himself as "leader" which didn't set well with Pierre at all. He was 28 years old, 6 foot, and 195 lbs. He had had 4 years of college, majoring in political science with a minor in international law. Matthew finished in the top 6% of his class, and was approached by the military upon graduation because of his high scores on the ASVAB test system. After completing basic training, Ryan was selected for training at West Point. He graduated with honors, and proceeded to Army Ranger School, earning his status as a Ranger in his first attempt. Feeling that he wasn't doing enough to serve his country, Ryan began to collect rumors about a special branch of the CIA created after the war in Afghanistan. The purpose of the unit was to train special field operatives in the arts of assassination, and single operative warfare. This was in order to prevent another disaster like the one that occurred during a prison uprising where a CIA agent was killed. The new program would eventually lead to a new generation of battle-ready field agents, which appealed greatly to Ryan. He finally made enough connections in the brass to agitate for a transfer to the unit, and was accepted. After training, Ryan was assigned to several high profile incidents in the Middle East, most of that remain classified to this day. Ryan has a personal stake in the hunt for Umbrella; his fiancée was a researcher for the company, and one of the many who disappeared after their apparent destruction, as well as being personal acquaintances with most of the former S.T.A.R.S. agents, after his liaison operation with them. He seemed to be extremely loyal, with a fierce sense of right and wrong.
"Well, now that we know about each other what do you say we get out of here," Pierre said with a cold undertone to it. "Yeah, that's a good idea, the longer we stay here the higher the chance we have of not finding anybody," Matthew said as a matter-of-factly. They all raised from their seats, except for Lain. Tom stopped in his tracks on his way to the door, and quickly walked back to the table to the chair where Lain sat. "Hey, are you alright," Tom said with genuine concern. Lain snapped around, "Yeah, sorry, I must have zoned out there for a second," she said a little more than embarrassed. "Don't worry, I won't bite your head off for that alone," he said trying to get her to relax a little. "Hey you two, stop fooling around and hurry up," Pierre said a little irritated by the fact that Tom might not be able to keep his mind on his business because of this girl. He would have to watch him carefully along with all the others he thought to himself as they stepped through the door into the cold corridor.
Authors Note: I promise there will be a lot of blood and gore in the next chapter, but I just wanted to introduce the characters. So, try not to take it to personally. Tell me what you think by giving me a review.