Author's Note: I was winging it on the title, I couldn't come up with a better title but weather or not it's good enough will be up to whom ever decides to read this. Rule of Rose and Resident Evil do not belong to me as well as any recognizable characters from the games.
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Wesker continued to wonder the barely lit corridors of the Zeppelin. He had no idea how he had gotten here or why in the first place. What had happen before he had awoken in the filth room was a blur, but his mind just kept playing the scene over and over.
There were rumors that one lone scientist, Dr. Caine was working on something during his free time. No one had bothered to ask the scientist about what he was working on only because it had nothing to do with anything viral. If it had however, his little side project would have been confiscated. There was also a second reason as to why no one had bothered him about his experiment.
In the employee's lounge, joined with another fellow co-worker, the two chatted happily. "So, what have you been working on Paul?"
"Oh," Caine looked down to his cup of coffee, steam rising from the dark liquid along with an aroma. "If I told you, you won't believe me."
His friend smirked and leaned forward. "Try me," he tested.
Caine sighed, a rush of anxiety washing over him as he shifted on the couch. Then he opened his mouth. "Time machine," was all he said.
His co-worker furrowed his eye-brows in disbelief, expecting a joke but there were no laughs from either men. "You can't be serious?"
"I'm one hundred percent serious," he responded.
After that day, word had gotten about Caine's little side project and most pragmatic scientists took it as a waste of time. But one day, his company's viral experiments had made a break through and attracted some unwanted rival's and competition.
Wesker as well as a second party had infiltrated the company building to steal the virus they had produced. Caine had been able to save the virus before any outsider had gotten their hands on it. Crazy or not he was still dedicated to his job and wasn't going to let some thieves steal what he'd help make.
As a last resort of keeping the virus safe, he ran to his personal lab where his "time machine" laid. Wesker had ripped the door open with ease and advanced towards the cowering scientist.
Then as a last resort he activated the machine. Never really testing it on humans, he wasn't sure how they were going to be affected by it. A blinding light appeared at the far wall from where Wesker stood. He stared at it curiously, but then the light begun to swirl and began to suck anything in it's path. The blond tyrant was taken by surprise and didn't respond in time and was pulled into the vortex and disappeared into the light.
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"That wretched man," Wesker growled. This situation was going to be a big set back for the man. He had no idea where he was but he was also unaware that he wasn't in his proper time period.
But then his head snapped when he heard voices off in the distance. He looked down the dark hallway. He heard hushed laughter and he immediately ran towards the voices. He would have saved time with his inhuman speed, however, for some reason none of his abilities were working in his favor. Some how, the scientist's invention not only transported him to an unknown location but had somehow suppressed his powers and to add to his irritation, the hand guns he had with him had disappeared.
When he reached the end of the hall, he made a turn to find the area empty. The blond tyrant grunted in frustrated and confusion. "I could have sworn…" but he shook it off and passed it as a mere hallucination created by the vortex. He looked ahead and found some stairs leading to a higher level and followed them silently.
As Wesker wondered around, Diana, a girl around her early teens, also known as the strong willed princess watched the blonde tyrant in both disgust and curiosity through the eye hole of the paper bag she wore. She chuckled as the man climbed the stairs slowly and cautiously. "Stupid adult," she scoffed. "I hope you'll be just as fun as our friend Jennifer."
The strong willed princess exited the shadows she hid in and went the opposite direction. She had to tell everyone else of their latest intruder. This is going to be an interesting month, the princess mused, an evil smirk appeared under her mask as she plotted.
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"Area is all clear," Jill called back to Chris who was at the other end of the facilities walkway, surveying the labs for any scientists or security. So far they either had escaped or they were shot dead by Wesker.
Chris caught up with Jill and stood by her. She spoke once again into her ear piece to contact Leon and Claire who covered another area. "Any luck finding anyone?" Jill spoke and paused, awaiting their respond.
"Yeah, we found a scientist," Leon said. Claire could be heard in the back trying to calm the man down. "He's putting up a real fuss." he snorted.
"Is he a threat?" Chris barged in, more concerned for Claire than Leon.
"He doesn't seem to have a gu…" there was a pause when they heard a man shouting in the background. Claire's voice can he heard trying to reason with the man. Chris and Jill tensed . "Leon!" Chris called. No answer, but he can hear his voice as well as Claire's shouting and a loud static noise. Then nothing was heard after that.
The two ex-STARS looked at each other, both their faces were pale with worry and confusion. What the hell? was what both their faces said before they dashed for Leon's and Claire's location, hoping to find some answers.
Minutes later, Chris and Jill had reached it before they went silent. They found a door that was ripped off it's hinges and thrown aside like nothing. They slowly entered the room with guns raised and minds alert. They heard loud, nervous breathing coming from behind a row of computers and a man poked his head from his hiding place, eyeing the two.
"Great, more intruders," the scientist muttered. "Well, whoever the hell you two are, you won't get your hands on the virus. We've worked too long and hard for it to fall in the wrong hands."
"We don't care about the virus," Chris spat, but he lowered his gun, sensing no threat but he kept his guard up because he had no idea what the man was capable of doing or what he had done to his sister and his comrade.
"Where's Claire and Leon?" Jill finally asked.
"Who?" the scientist asked defensively, his hand inching towards the button that activated the time machine.
"There were two others in here," Chris said, taking a step closer towards the nervous man. "You did something to them, and we want to know what happened."
The scientist begun to chuckle and he rose from his hiding spot. He had already sent three others to god-knows-where, so how's two more going to hurt? "I sent your friends and that other man through time."
"Through time?" Jill repeated, a raised eye brow in disbelief.
"Other man?" Chris mumbled. "What other man?"
The scientist rolled his eyes. "The man that did that to my door!" He angrily pointed to the door way where the door was ripped from it's hinges. "The blonde beast covered head-to-toe in black."
They didn't need a further explanation, the pair already knew who he was talking about. He was here, and where ever Claire and Leon is, he'll be there. The thought of their former captain distracted them enough for the scientist to activate the machine.
The same lights that had engulfed their friends had appeared, Jill noticed the man's actions and shot him in the chest out of reflex, assuming he was reaching for a weapon. But that didn't stop the time machine's activation. The same blinding light appeared and begun to swirl into another vortex. It begun sucking both Chris and Jill in, both tried to fight back but the force was not going to let them escape , so the portal increased it's force and it lifted the two from the ground and swallowed them whole, The light again disappeared and the room had returned to normal.
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"Chris," a female voice called him. "Chris, wake up," he felt someone shaking his side. The same voice began to sing his name as the shaking became more violent. "WAKE UP, STUPID!" Claire yelled, smacking her brother's shoulder.
He jerked himself from his sleep to see his sister looking over him as well as Leon and Jill. Leon chuckled. "Nice of you to join us Redfield."
"Bite me, Kennedy," Chris wasn't in the mood for any jokes for his head was throbbing with pain like never before. "Where the hell are we?"
"We don't know yet," Jill sighed, but he looked at Chris again and a smirk appeared on her face. "Is your head sore?" she asked.
"Yeah," he groaned, not noticing the shared grins until his head finally cleared. "What's so funny?"
He heard Leon let out another chuckled. Leon noticed Chris glaring, seeing the question being asked again in his expression. Then he pointed to the wall beside him. Chris looked up at the metal wall and noticed the big dent in it. He just stared at it, then his mind began to click. My head did that?!
"Anyways, "Claire spoke up, rising to her feet. "We should find out where that mad man sent us and try to get back."
Everyone agreed, getting up as well, Chris felt a rush of vertigo but it immediately passed. "First we gotta find something to defend ourselves with." Leon suggested, crossing his arms.
Chris and Jill looked at him, then they felt around for their guns and knives. They were gone as well as their communication equipment.
Chris opened his mouth to ask a question but Claire spoke first. "Our stuff is gone as well," she said, crossing the filthy room after taking notice to a figure in the corner. It looked like someone had tried to build a figure, using a bucket for a head.
As the others discussed the situation, Claire knelt down at the chalkboard sitting at the base of the bucket-headed figure. Suddenly, the bucket began to shake, making a loud rattling noise.
Claire jumped back at the sudden movement, and the others joined her at her side.
"Hello?" the bucket began to speak softly. "Who is there?"
They looked at each other in confusion. Claire got up and approached the bucket-headed figure slowly.
"Hello," the bucket said again, but sounding more like a greeting than a question. "Back so soon Jennifer? Do you remember anything yet?"
Jennifer? They all thought in unison. Claire looked back at her companions, looking as baffled as she is. "What's wrong Jennifer?"
"I'm not Jennifer," Claire slowly corrected the bucket.
"No? But you look like Jennifer and sound like Jennifer," the bucket pointed out.
Claire shook her head and took another step towards the bucket-headed figure. "I'm not Jennifer," she said again.
"Then who are you? And who are you're friends?" the figure asked, the bucket tilted in curious manner, like a regular human being.
"I-I'm Claire. Claire Redfield." she introduced. She turned and motioned her friends to introduce themselves, even if it did seem a little weird talking to a bucket at the moment.
Then Chris stepped forward. "And I'm her brother, Chris," he felt foolish for talking to inanimate object.
"I'm Jill Valentine,"
"And I'm Leon Kennedy."
"What nice names," it commented, then it moved again. "I am the bucket knight, pleasure to meet you all," it chimed. "Are you all Jennifer's friends?"
"We don't know who Jennifer is," Chris said.
"Oh," the bucket knight sounded rather disappointed. "What about your fifth friend?"
"Fifth friend?" Chris repeated.
"Yes, when he arrived he didn't notice me," the bucket knight's voice was suddenly sad. "He looked very upset and he wore very dark glasses."
Wesker, a voice echoed in their minds. "How long ago was he here?" Chris asked, stepping closer to the bucket knight.
"Not too long ago, maybe an hour or two," the bucket knight replied. "Is he a friend of your?"
"Far from that," Chris only muttered.
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Will be editing for any mistakes I've made. I did my best to get everyone's characters right, but I'm confident I got Diana's persona right. But I can't be too sure so just let me know. Thank you!