RESIDENT EVIL
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Creation of The Monsters
By Axikal
A/N: This story takes place some time before Resident Evil 1. In the beginning, the virus tests
have not begun yet. Later on the virus tests begin and it takes place during RE1. Then it will
take place after RE1 and moves into RE2.
I hope this clears up a few things.
-Axikal
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Legal bullshit time:
Resident Evil and all characters are trademarks of CAPCOM.
(Except for most of the scientist names. I made em up. All the others are CAPCOM's)
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Villian in A Can
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File 1: The Past
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A glimpse back in time...The bio-research UMBRELLA Corp. Their hideous, dark past shrouded in
death, hatred, and murder. Now, the truth behind the corporation's most deadly creatures has been
discovered. Read further and be prepared for the worst. The secret...behind the monsters...
* * *
The scientist stood in front of the giant glass tube. A clipboard in one hand and using the other
to write on the clipboard. Every few seconds he would look back up at the glass tube and the
smallish being inside.
"Hmm...It's coming along nicely. I believe it will soon be programmable."
The door to the lab opened. A man wearing a black shirt and a brown jacket entered. His eyes were
hidden behind a pair of dark black sun glasses.
"Wesker. I was just about to go out and find you."
"Oh really George? What for?"
"The creature is progressing very nicely. Programming stage is soon."
"Excellent."
Again, the door opened. This time, a taller man with silver hair entered. He spoke with a thick
Russian accent.
"I see that the process is going according to the plan? I don't want to be kept waiting...and
neither does the Boss."
George turned towards the man.
"Nicholai, don't worry. He's come along faster than the last two. Much faster."
"Ah. Excellent."
"I know." George smiled, "Wesker here said the same thing."
Nicholai turned to Wesker. "So, what's the status on the new Tyrant form?"
"An easy project. It will be done by September 13."
"Great. I will tell the Boss about it."
Nicholai began to leave. Wesker walked up to him.
"Hold on a minute. Why the hell are YOU in charge?"
Nicholai turned his head to look at Wesker. He smiled and Wesker backed up a bit.
"Because I can be trusted to make sure you get your job done."
He turned back and walked out the door. Nicholai suddenly turned around and said to Wesker,
"Oh Wesker."
"What?"
"The Boss wants you on the first plane back to Racoon. You have work to do. And he's extremely
annoyed that you took this little joy ride to come see George. This isn't your experiment."
"Yeah. I'll be on the next flight."
With that, Nicholai left.
Wesker turned to George who had been staring at the being in the tank.
"I really hate that bastard. Say, what's so inter....oh my god..."
He saw what had George so fixated. The being in the tank was growing...
* * *
Nicholai made his way through the labs. The ride from Europe was hellish. But now he was back in
Racoon. His agenda: to check on the rest of the projects. He knew that each project was just as
important as the other. The one thing that bothered him most was the fact that as he left he saw
the monster growing.
"That doesn't seem right." He mumbled to himself. "The first group never grew at this stage. The
genetic strands must have been altered during the copy process."
He passed by a lab with many people working. They moved back and forth, back and forth. Nicholai
grinned. (Just like little ants) He thought to himself. He looked at the clipboard hanging on a
hook just outside the lab. TYRANT 1G3. (Ahh yes. The Tyrant. I must see how that is coming along.
I don't trust Wesker at all) He and Wesker were always at odds. Even now, Nicholai believed that
Wesker was not doing his job properly. No matter WHAT he told him. He took the clipboard off its
hook and began reading.
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TYRANT 1G3 STATUS:
Developemental stage is still underway. Does not respond to any environmental stimuli.
Only yesterday did its eyes open. Genetic structure seems fragmented in key areas.
FINAL ANALYSIS: Stage 2 will not be reached until December...
--------------------
Nicholai laughed. "December. Wesker told me September 13. I always knew I could catch him in a
lie. Looks like he forgot about the status reports." He took the clipboard with him. He continued
walking to the main section of the labs.
* * *
"Ok. Get the test simulation ready. I want the 100 CCs of adrenaline prepped for injection. Be
ready for any complications or attempted escapes."
The scientists moved from place to place. Each with his or her own job. The head scientist, John
Leiver, was giving orders to the rest.
"Get that Match Station prepped. Goddamnit Hal! Where's that adrenalin?! I want the tests up and
running in 10 minutes. No exceptions! Now move!"
John turned to the windows just in time to see a tall man with silver hair watching.
"Nicholai. Always the busy walker. Just not the busy worker. Heh."
Nicholai must have heard him because he began laughing. John saw him walking to the door of the
lab. The door slid open and Nicholai entered.
"Ah John. I see you still haven't lost that sense of humour."
"It's the only thing that keeps me sane workin with these freaky shits."
Nicholai's booming laughter filled the lab and the scientists stopped moving. John noticed this
and began yelling at them.
"Jesus Christ! What did I tell you idiots? Never stop! Keep your asses moving!"
"Calm down John. You are way ahead of Wesker, and George is going at the same pace. If not better
than before. I believe your work on our Hunter VG is going as planned."
"Yes. As you can see we are prepping the test simulation for the VG stage 3."
Nicholai's grin turned to a look of surprise. "Stage 3?! Amazing. George has the Nemesis type 1
on Stage 2!"
John began to grin himself. "So I am in the lead am I? Hah! Now this is a race."
Nicholai laughed and whacked John on the back. "No. Just get the work done. It's not a race. At
least..." his smile faded. "not between us."
John noticed this and nodded. Nicholai turned and left.
* * *
Wesker walked down the hall towards the Tyrant 1G3 Labs. The whole Nemesis Type 1 thing had him
freaked out.
"God. That thing was just growing. What the hell is George feeding that bastard anyway?"
The sound of his shoes echoed down the halls. He moved quickly to the Tyrant labs.
Suddenly, a thought hit him that made him nervous.
"Shit. Nicholai might have seen the status report..." This made him move even faster. He reached
the lab only to realize that Nicholai HAD been there.
"Fuck! He has the report. This won't end well. Hell with it. Time to get to work."
Wesker opened the lab doors and walked in.
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Creation of The Monsters
By Axikal
A/N: This story takes place some time before Resident Evil 1. In the beginning, the virus tests
have not begun yet. Later on the virus tests begin and it takes place during RE1. Then it will
take place after RE1 and moves into RE2.
I hope this clears up a few things.
-Axikal
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Legal bullshit time:
Resident Evil and all characters are trademarks of CAPCOM.
(Except for most of the scientist names. I made em up. All the others are CAPCOM's)
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Villian in A Can
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
File 1: The Past
----------------
A glimpse back in time...The bio-research UMBRELLA Corp. Their hideous, dark past shrouded in
death, hatred, and murder. Now, the truth behind the corporation's most deadly creatures has been
discovered. Read further and be prepared for the worst. The secret...behind the monsters...
* * *
The scientist stood in front of the giant glass tube. A clipboard in one hand and using the other
to write on the clipboard. Every few seconds he would look back up at the glass tube and the
smallish being inside.
"Hmm...It's coming along nicely. I believe it will soon be programmable."
The door to the lab opened. A man wearing a black shirt and a brown jacket entered. His eyes were
hidden behind a pair of dark black sun glasses.
"Wesker. I was just about to go out and find you."
"Oh really George? What for?"
"The creature is progressing very nicely. Programming stage is soon."
"Excellent."
Again, the door opened. This time, a taller man with silver hair entered. He spoke with a thick
Russian accent.
"I see that the process is going according to the plan? I don't want to be kept waiting...and
neither does the Boss."
George turned towards the man.
"Nicholai, don't worry. He's come along faster than the last two. Much faster."
"Ah. Excellent."
"I know." George smiled, "Wesker here said the same thing."
Nicholai turned to Wesker. "So, what's the status on the new Tyrant form?"
"An easy project. It will be done by September 13."
"Great. I will tell the Boss about it."
Nicholai began to leave. Wesker walked up to him.
"Hold on a minute. Why the hell are YOU in charge?"
Nicholai turned his head to look at Wesker. He smiled and Wesker backed up a bit.
"Because I can be trusted to make sure you get your job done."
He turned back and walked out the door. Nicholai suddenly turned around and said to Wesker,
"Oh Wesker."
"What?"
"The Boss wants you on the first plane back to Racoon. You have work to do. And he's extremely
annoyed that you took this little joy ride to come see George. This isn't your experiment."
"Yeah. I'll be on the next flight."
With that, Nicholai left.
Wesker turned to George who had been staring at the being in the tank.
"I really hate that bastard. Say, what's so inter....oh my god..."
He saw what had George so fixated. The being in the tank was growing...
* * *
Nicholai made his way through the labs. The ride from Europe was hellish. But now he was back in
Racoon. His agenda: to check on the rest of the projects. He knew that each project was just as
important as the other. The one thing that bothered him most was the fact that as he left he saw
the monster growing.
"That doesn't seem right." He mumbled to himself. "The first group never grew at this stage. The
genetic strands must have been altered during the copy process."
He passed by a lab with many people working. They moved back and forth, back and forth. Nicholai
grinned. (Just like little ants) He thought to himself. He looked at the clipboard hanging on a
hook just outside the lab. TYRANT 1G3. (Ahh yes. The Tyrant. I must see how that is coming along.
I don't trust Wesker at all) He and Wesker were always at odds. Even now, Nicholai believed that
Wesker was not doing his job properly. No matter WHAT he told him. He took the clipboard off its
hook and began reading.
--------------------
TYRANT 1G3 STATUS:
Developemental stage is still underway. Does not respond to any environmental stimuli.
Only yesterday did its eyes open. Genetic structure seems fragmented in key areas.
FINAL ANALYSIS: Stage 2 will not be reached until December...
--------------------
Nicholai laughed. "December. Wesker told me September 13. I always knew I could catch him in a
lie. Looks like he forgot about the status reports." He took the clipboard with him. He continued
walking to the main section of the labs.
* * *
"Ok. Get the test simulation ready. I want the 100 CCs of adrenaline prepped for injection. Be
ready for any complications or attempted escapes."
The scientists moved from place to place. Each with his or her own job. The head scientist, John
Leiver, was giving orders to the rest.
"Get that Match Station prepped. Goddamnit Hal! Where's that adrenalin?! I want the tests up and
running in 10 minutes. No exceptions! Now move!"
John turned to the windows just in time to see a tall man with silver hair watching.
"Nicholai. Always the busy walker. Just not the busy worker. Heh."
Nicholai must have heard him because he began laughing. John saw him walking to the door of the
lab. The door slid open and Nicholai entered.
"Ah John. I see you still haven't lost that sense of humour."
"It's the only thing that keeps me sane workin with these freaky shits."
Nicholai's booming laughter filled the lab and the scientists stopped moving. John noticed this
and began yelling at them.
"Jesus Christ! What did I tell you idiots? Never stop! Keep your asses moving!"
"Calm down John. You are way ahead of Wesker, and George is going at the same pace. If not better
than before. I believe your work on our Hunter VG is going as planned."
"Yes. As you can see we are prepping the test simulation for the VG stage 3."
Nicholai's grin turned to a look of surprise. "Stage 3?! Amazing. George has the Nemesis type 1
on Stage 2!"
John began to grin himself. "So I am in the lead am I? Hah! Now this is a race."
Nicholai laughed and whacked John on the back. "No. Just get the work done. It's not a race. At
least..." his smile faded. "not between us."
John noticed this and nodded. Nicholai turned and left.
* * *
Wesker walked down the hall towards the Tyrant 1G3 Labs. The whole Nemesis Type 1 thing had him
freaked out.
"God. That thing was just growing. What the hell is George feeding that bastard anyway?"
The sound of his shoes echoed down the halls. He moved quickly to the Tyrant labs.
Suddenly, a thought hit him that made him nervous.
"Shit. Nicholai might have seen the status report..." This made him move even faster. He reached
the lab only to realize that Nicholai HAD been there.
"Fuck! He has the report. This won't end well. Hell with it. Time to get to work."
Wesker opened the lab doors and walked in.