RESIDENT EVIL: CURSES

The damage here is unimaginable, thousands are dead and hundreds are missing tonight…

It was horrible! People were eaten others and monsters…!

The government's eyes have turned to Umbrella for answers on the horrors of Raccoon City…

The death toll stands at over a hundred thousand with hundreds still missing and presumed dead….

A virus that leaked from the Umbrella laboratories that were held secret below the city was the cause of a massive out break…

Umbrella officials and CEOs are headed to court for illegal dealings with biological weapons, extortion, blackmail and bribes of government and military officials and personnel, and mass murder…

Raccoon City...

The world knows of the evils that took hold of it and its people. Few survivors know the horrors from which they escaped, holding their lives closely. It was thrown off to the people as a nuclear melt down, but soon was changed to the truth. Umbrella had caused the deaths of thousands and the skeletons in their closet kept falling out into the public. Blackmails, Illegal experiments, murder, and much more. Soon Umbrella's head people fell and stocks in the stock market lost value. Many went to prison with life sentences...but the real evil remained.

To the public and the world, Umbrella was dead...but few knew that Umbrella was stronger than ever...

December 5th, 2006

In a remote location of Alaska...

From a distance it was beautiful. Flashing lights and sounds of crackling like fireworks under the full moon that hung in the dark night sky. The snow among the hills was soft and smooth as marsh mellows that reflected an eye teasing blue tint from the sky, but further down footsteps trifled the heavenly snow and led further to slush. Mud was mixing with the snow and soon after that blood. Shell casings glimmered in the moonlight like diamonds in a thick strawberry cocktail. Growing closer, the sounds of crackling become more violent and continuous. The chorus of orders from a screaming commander accompanied the tuning sounds of bullets hitting metal. It was a war zone from a beautiful distance.

The wind in the air blew past the masked man who stood on the hill and watched the blood gun battle. A black handgun rested in a tactical holster at his thigh. Right next to it was five clips of ammo. Twelve bullets in each clip and a clip already loaded in the handgun. Next to the ammo rested a black combat knife that was held in its holster.

A lone man who had seen much in his life already, but was destined to see more stood atop a moonlit hill. The moonlight slowly faded to darkness behind dark clouds, but soon returned. The masked man was gone...

xxxx

His heart was racing at this point. His orders were simple enough; they just had to provide time for them to finish loading the trucks. A couple of scientists and information, some supplies to make the trip and they are gone. His assault rifle jumped in his hands as he fired at a group of soldiers trying to make it to cover. They fell in the hail of bullets, blood spraying onto the trampled snow. Screams were all around and were drowned out on occasion by rapid gunfire.

He ducked down and made his way back inside the warehouse. Vapors from his breath came and disappeared quickly. He had to make sure that everything was going according to plan.

"Richards!" A voice boomed over his radio.

Richards pulled his radio from his back pocket. "Richards here! What's your status?!" He replied as jogged through the warehouse.

"We are about finished getting all the data we need. The scientists are loaded in the trucks and-"

His words were cut as were the lights. Richards looked around in the darkness as red back up lights came on. They didn't give as good of light as the main power, but they still lit the way he needed to go. "What the hell happened to the lights?!" He yelled into the radio.

"I don't know! Someone must have hit the main line or something!"

"I'll be there soon! Hurry up with that data!" Richards replied as he stuffed the radio into his back pocket once more. He made it to a service lift and took it down to the lower levels of the warehouse were things were strangely quiet. "The hell?" He said to himself as he looked around. The red lights looked more of a crimson red with the darkness reaching out in certain areas. The lift came to a stop and Richards stepped out onto the cement floor. He walked further into the floor, but the whole area was deprived of life.

Richards looked down as he stepped into a dark liquid. The red back up lights made it hard to tell what it could be until he looked closer. His breath was stripped from him with the body of one of his own fell into the puddle of blood from the darkness. His throat was cut open, exposing the inside. Richards jumped back in fear and fell into the arms of an unknown person. He felt the warm breath on the back of his neck as a hand pulled his head back. Cold steel pressed against his neck, his body was in a moment of shock. He didn't have control of himself...he was going to die...

Suddenly his vision was blinded by a bright light. "Richards!" Someone called out as a shot was fired. He could feel blood sprinkle on his neck as the attacker fell into the darkness. Richards fell into the pool of blood and quickly regrouped himself as his savior ran up with three other mercs. "Are you alright?!" One asked as he shined the light on him.

"Y-yeah." Richards replied with a quiver in his voice. He turned toward where the attacker's body fell. The light soon followed, but no body was seen to their surprise. The mercs took up arms and looked around them. "Forget about him!" Richards said as he gathered himself mentally. "We move out!" He turned and led the mercs back toward the loading bay area. Mercenaries rushed around trying to get supplies in the transport trucks.

Another merc rushed up to Richards. "We got the data. Let's get out of here!" He said as he made his way into a transport truck.

Richards looked around "Alright!" He yelled for everyone to hear. "We are outta here! Move out!" With those words, gunfire broke out from the darkness. The shots were accurate to the point of killing three mercenaries. Richards sprayed his clip into the darkness, where the fire came from as he took cover.

The transport trucks roared to life as the mercenaries fired into the darkness only to be picked off skillfully by an unknown enemy. Richards watched as his men dropped left and right. Blood splattered all over the floor and near objects. They had to be fighting against thirty armed soldiers and Richards didn't want to be around to see if his estimate was close. He quickly jumped into one of the two transport vehicles as it started to move by him. He was in the second truck behind the first which held important personnel. They were moving smoothly until...

BOOM!

Richard's transport was rocked by an explosion. They made it into the dark exit tunnel as he looked back to see the other transport had crashed into the wall next to the exit. "Damnit!" He yelled as he knew that the trip to the next Umbrella location would be a long and hard one without the supplies in that truck. He sat down next to a scientist who was scared for his life. "We're outta here."

The cold air hit them as they came out of the tunnel and into the snowy hills. They were safe from danger now as they drove along the snowy road. Richards sighed in relief that he made it out with the data and scientist. He would be paid well for a mission complete. Vacation in Maui or just somewhere far away from orders until he needed more money.

POP!

Richards head snapped toward the front of the truck at the sound of the shot. The truck started to swerve. Richards felt himself thrown into the air and crash hard. He was thrown into the air once more and then hit hard of the covering tarp. Everything was in slow motion as he watched a mass of wood hit one of the scientists and then disappeared. Richards was thrown forward as they crashed into a tree. He landed outside in the soft cold forgiving snow.

His head was ringing and the sky held many moons as he caught his lost breath. Turning over onto his stomach he could feel his ribs were cracked and warm water covered his face. He looked at the snow and saw it wasn't water, but it was blood. With the steady drip of it from the tip of his nose, it was his. He reached up and felt a disgusting meaty gash on his head that drenched his fingers with blood. He slowly stood to his feet and looked at what was left of the transport. The back half was torn from the rest of the truck and bodies laid everywhere. Some hung from tree branches and some were twisted with the metal in the wreckage. Everyone was dead...

POP!

Richards felt a bullet hit his shoulder. The force of it spun him around making everything a dark white blur before he crashed into the snow once more. He looked up at the night sky and saw the moon. His body was cold and numb as he watched the vapor from his breath disappear in thin air. A dark figure walked up and stood over him in the moonlight. The figure seemed to be an angel of death that hell sent for him. It had to be the same man from the warehouse. How could one man cause so much death…This was no man…This was a demon.

The moon was so beautiful...everything was so beautiful...

January 20th, 2007

L.A. California...

Steam rose up to outline the light coming in from the window through the blinds. The hot water was stimulating as it hit his body. His dog tags shined in the light as he washed the soap from his body. They read...

Matose Mario E.

775858547AB-

Christian

Mario Matose, the younger brother of Roberto Matose. He was a trained Navy SEAL now and was at the rank of captain. He went into the Navy and was shown a lot of respect because of the actions of his brother. He didn't want the respect given, but he wanted to earn it as his brother once had to. He would continue his brother's legacy in the military and write his own history in the annals of the US military.

Turned off the shower and took some time to gather his meditation before stepping out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off in front of the mirror while inspecting his physique. He was taller than Rob, standing at 6'1, but only weighed in at two hundred and six pounds. Rob was two hundred and sixty-four pounds before he left for the last time. Mario still had a rock solid body that was a weapon in itself, coming close to being the deadliest in hand to hand combat in the SEALS. They told him that he wouldn't survive with Tony Miller and Chad Winn if they were still around.

"Chad…" Mario seethed almost in a hatred way. He didn't talk to him at Rob's funeral; he didn't want to even hear what he had to say. Mario knew that Rob could have survived Raccoon City. What he saw in Rob, Rob could survive anything, but Mario knew that fire team commanders can give the wrong orders at the wrong time. That mainly leads to his men to get them killed and in a situation like Raccoon City, probably in the most horrific way possible, but Chad and his girlfriend made it out alive and well. "Why not my brother?"

The air was cool as he opened the door to his room and stepped out of the bathroom. He looked over on the bed to find his girlfriend Lena wrapped in the white sheets. Her beautiful figure was outlined in the creases of the silk like sheets. Her face was that of a sleeping angel and her midnight black hair was sprawled out in a beautiful mess amongst the pillow her head rested upon. Mario smiled as he walked over and kissed her softly on the lips. She stirred some and opened her eyes to meet Mario's. "Hey," She said softly with a small stretch. "Mmmm...You smell good..."

"You look good." Mario replied as he kissed her once more. "I'll let you go back to sleep..." He said, but his offer was rejected as she pulled him into bed. Lena kissed him as she embraced him closely, her hands gathering the sensation of his hard body. "Alright," Mario said. "I guess you don't want to sleep."

"You know what I want." She teased in his ear as she nibbled into his neck.

"Done..."

xxxx

Pittsburgh, Pa

He snapped as he heard the cries of his friends. His name echoed in his ear and slowly faded into an unseen distance. The mixture of cold air and hot sweat sent shivers down his spine as he wiped his forehead. Dark blue morning light was at the window as he felt his heart begin to pace itself once more. He knew that his memories were his curse, but it was those same memories that drove him to fight.

Soft hands slid around his waist and up to his chest. "Chad..." Kirsten said softly. "Another one?" She rested her head on his back and felt his quivering. His breathing was heavy and quick. "I guess you can't let go?" She felt the dog tags that hung from his neck. They were Chad's team's dog tags. He never took them off ever since the funeral service.

"I can never let go. This is my punishment." Chad said with a small quiver in his voice.

"This isn't a punishment Chad. This is you blaming yourself for what happened. Soldiers die, but their actions live on and look at us now. They died for us to live and many more to live as well." Kirsten rubbed her cheek on his back. "They don't want you to be this way. They want you to live and be happy." Kirsten felt the scars on his side, but Chad grabbed her hand.

"This scar still hurts to this day. Not with the physical pain, but the mental. I should have been dead after this and after the suicide run. My encounter with a croc in the sewers and much more, I shouldn't be alive."

"But you are Chad!" Kirsten said cutting him off with her near sobbing voice. "If you died, we all would have died for nothing. I love you Chad and I don't want you to live the rest of your life with the feeling that you killed your best friends."

"I love you too Kir..." Chad felt himself gently pulled back to the cool sheets of the bed. Kirsten's soft naked body cuddled closely with him as her head rested on his chest. Chad's hand ran through her silky hair. "My angel…" He said softly.

Kirsten smiled some as she heard those words. "Clipped wings and all." He said to finish his line. She herself still had nightmares of the horrid visions she saw in Raccoon City. She thought about it almost everyday. How they barely escaped with their lives. How they helped expose Umbrella's evils. How they were set up the whole entire time. How could they be alive? It didn't matter to her though. She had Chad and that's all she needed in her life.

"Kir?" Chad said softly.

"Hm?"

"I want to start a family." Chad said as he looked into Kirsten's eyes. "I want to have a family since I never had one before." Chad laid his head back and looked at the ceiling. "Raise our kids to be successful and happy. They wouldn't have to live in a world where people like Umbrella kill thousands. We can make good and fond memories with our kids and forget about Raccoon City. We would be a happy family."

Kirsten smiled. "That would be nice. I want girls, two of them."

"I said I want happy memories Kir, not ones where I find out my daughter got knocked up at a young age."

"Oh and what if we have boys? You'll just let them run around and fuck everything that moves."

"As long as they use protection, I'm fine with it." Chad said with a slight chuckle.

xxxx

Mario opened his eyes to the smell of sweet breakfast food cooking and felt the empty space next to him. Sunlight filtered through the curtains that covered the window. Mario's eyes shifted to the TV and saw it was on CNN. A woman stood in front of a government building, looking into the camera.

"As relations with North Korea deteriorate quickly, the US still insists that North Korea holds deadly nuclear warheads and chemical warheads. Negotiation talks are being held as we speak with Kim Jong-II about a disarming plan for North Korea and ending their chemical and nuclear tests. Hopefully the negotiations will turn out for the better and we all will be able to rest easier. I'm Linda Lane, CNN."

"As long as I don't have to infiltrate some North Korean chemical or nuclear base, I'm cool." Mario said as he shifted out of bed. He walked out of his room and made his way downstairs, through the living room and into the kitchen. Lena stood in front of the stove with a baggy white long sleeve button up on. It served as a shirt and skirt for the length, but it was Mario's. "Smells great Lena." He said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Lena turned her head and kissed Mario before turning over the pancakes. "My cooking always smells great." She shivered some as Mario dug his head into her neck and nuzzled on her soft skin.

"You always smell great." He said as he caressed her soft tone stomach. He had been with Lena for three years now, but everyday was a beautiful one with her. He was in love with her and was soon to show her when the time was right. He had an engagement ring waiting in the house, hidden so she wouldn't stumble upon it. "I'll get the table set up." He said as he walked up to the cupboards. They were getting low on dishes and Mario knew it was his turn to do them. "Damn." He cursed to himself as he took out two plates and set them on the table.

The phone rung on the wall and Lena walked over to answer it. She picked it up and placed the phone to her ear. "Hello?" Mario looked at her as her eyes locked onto him. "Yes he is. He's right here." She placed the phone on a small table and looked at Mario. "It's Admiral Cole. He says he wants to speak with you."

Mario walked over to the phone and picked it up. "Yes sir?"

"Matose, SOCOM needs you in Tampa Florida at the Macdill Air Force Base in ninety-six hours. We have a important mission for you and your team to carry out."

"I'll be there sir." Mario heard the other end hang up as he looked at Lena. He hung the phone up. "I have to leave for Tampa tomorrow to meet my team and the Admiral down at the Macdill Air Force Base."

"But we had plans." Lena said in disappointment.

Mario walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "It will only be for a few days, a week at most. Don't worry." He kissed her softly.

xxxx

United States Biohazard Countermeasure HQ in New York, New York

Chad walked down a dimly lit hallway. Soldiers passing by stopped and saluted as he returned the gesture. He made his way into a dim conference room and looked at the men that were seated at the wood grain table. "Glad you could make it Winn." One of the men said as Chad took a seat.

"Glad to be here gentlemen." Chad said with a smile as he looked at a paper that one of them slid toward him. It showed his bank balance that was surprisingly large to him. "Wow, what was this for?"

"For single handedly taking out the escaping Umbrella convoy in Alaska, we decided to give you a bonus." The man smiled. "You live up to your name Winn. A legend to the US Military."

Chad shrugged his shoulders. "Just a man doing his job to protect his country and the people he loves, just like any other soldier sir."

"And he's humble." Another man said as everyone laughed. "But we called you here to inform you that your services maybe needed once more." He slid a thick folder over to Chad. "Peace talks with North Korea have been going well, but we have discovered that communication between Kim Jong and Umbrella has been frequent. If Kim Jong has hold of the T-Virus or any projects from Umbrella, we could be in grave danger."

"He could be too if he holds onto it long enough." Chad said as he looked through the records. "One simple outbreak could wipe that whole country out and spread further than we could imagine." Chad looked up. "Raccoon City on a whole new level, a world wide scale at that."

"That's why we need you to be ready to be called on." Another man said. "A virus like that could wipe out the world in no time. If anything were to happen, it would be a solo mission for you to make sure that we don't upset the peace agreements that are to be made."

"Black Ops mission?" Chad said as he looked at him.

"Yes. We know of your last one and how it didn't go so well, but you'll be alone on this one seeing that you like to ride solo all the time." The man replied. "It will probably be one of the most dangerous missions to give you if anything should happen with an outbreak in Korea."

"On that you probably mean an isolated outbreak, am I correct?" Chad said as he closed the folder and slid it back to the middle of the table.

"Yes. Kim Jong isn't a fool. He would never put a virus program on the main land. If one were to happen it would be on one of North Korea's islands, which would make a perfect cover for you to go in and seize or destroy any Umbrella data."

"What about containment? An infected person could go for hours or even days without signs of infection and make it to the main land."

"If that were to happen," Another man spoke up. "We have a quarantine boarder set up on the boarder of China and South Korea. Any air traffic coming from North Korea will be stopped, if not shot down. Sea patrols will stop any boats and check for infection. We have to keep it tight on Korea, but make sure Kim Jong doesn't feel our grip on the situation."

"And if I am caught?"

"We don't exist."

"Right, is that all gentlemen?" Chad asked as he looked around.

"Yes, you are dismissed."

"Thank you sir." Chad said as he stood from his seat and proceeded out of the room. They told him that they were going to send him right into an outbreak. He felt of it as a stupid move on their part, but then thought about it more. He did have the most experience at that type of situation, but he had been lucky plenty of times throughout the nightmare he endured and without a team to back him up, could he survive another outbreak?

xxxx

L.A. California, Grand View Memorial Cemetery

Lena bent down and placed white roses on the soft green grass in front of Rob's grave and rose back up into the arms of Mario. She looked at him as he looked at the grave and saw the hurt in his eyes. They would visit him weekly to pay respect for the deeds he has done to help bring Umbrella to its knees. Lena looked back at the grave. "You really miss him." She said as the wind blew through her hair and ruffled her loose skirt.

"He raised me after mama and papa died. He was there for me when I had beef with some assholes up the block and wouldn't let me run, but made me fight like a man." Mario chuckled some. "I got my ass kicked and came back all bloody. I won't forget what he told me after that. 'You might have gotten beat to a pulp, but they know that you'll fight for what you believe in and that right there gives respect.' I remember the day he left. I never thought once that he wouldn't be coming back and then he never did. Now I have to come back here to see him."

"He's proud of you Mario. Your whole family is watching you with a smile and they love you. To be honest, I think your brother would rather for you to live for tomorrow instead of grieving on the past." She felt Mario hold her tightly. "You love me?"

"I do."

"Good, because I love you too."