Resident Evil: Cataclysm
I do not own Resident Evil or its characters. If I did I would be one lucky bastard.
Key: "Yo" talking
'Yo' thinking
Yo Writing
"Yo" speakers
Chapter 1: Allies Remained, Allies Made
In a heavily forested area two people stood, one was a man the other a woman. The man stood at an impressive 5'10" well muscled and wearing blue jeans with a dark grey muscle shirt. His hair was a dark brown and slicked back. On his right arm was a very intricate tribal like tattoo. The man had just taken a deep breath after throwing away a pair of broken handcuffs as far as he could. Around his neck was a set of dog tags, and his eyes were a steely grey. His name was William Coen nicknamed Billy, and he had finally earned his freedom from an unjust imprisonment.
The woman stood beside him with a happy smile on her face. She stood at a petit 5'3" wearing green pants and shirt with a white bulletproof medic vest. Even with the added weight of the vest she looked as if she would have trouble tipping the scale at 100 lbs soaking wet. Her hair was a light auburn that hung loosely around her head and face. Around her neck was a pink choker and her eyes were a calming brown. Her name was Rebecca Chambers, officer of the Raccoon City police department special S.T.A.R.S. unit bravo team.
Billy and Rebecca stood at the top of a hill overlooking a mansion where Rebecca's team members were thought to be. Billy looked ready to head off so that he could start a new life away from the persecution of murders he never committed.
"Well it was nice knowing you. Maybe I'll see you in the news sometime" said Billy as he started walking away.
"Wait" she replied with desperation. She didn't want him to go, and knew that she could get him off with the help of her team. He was one of the first true friends she had ever made.
"What" he asked curiously.
"Come with me" she said with some hope.
"Sorry doll face, but you know what will happen if I go with you" he said with a sad smile on his face.
"But we could get you off, or at least get you a fair trial where you will have people on your side" she said.
"Come on you know they won't listen. People have already made their decision about me and only something big could possibly change their minds" he said depressed.
"But we can do it, I know we can" she said in a last ditch effort, however the look in her eyes was confident. It was all he could stand; besides she may actually be able to pull it off.
"All right, I'll bite. Say you can get me off, what then" he asked.
"You can join the S.T.A.R.S. You have already proven that you are skilled in combat. Plus that survival instinct of yours would work miracles for us in future missions" she said.
"Do you honestly think they would accept a convicted man" he asked skeptically.
"If you were acquitted and had a current S.T.A.R.S. member vouch for you, than yes" she said smiling, knowing that she was winning this argument.
"Well then what the hell are we waiting for" he said optimistically. Her smile widened as they both ran to the mansion, unknown to them that their choice would make a better future than even they imagined. The future is not set in stone, but more like a raging river that forms by our choices. Now that river is about to cut a swath through the hardest of stone without so much as veering in the slightest.
(Hidden labs at the same time)
Lying in a tank suspended in a red viscous liquid was a man. He stood (or in this case laid) at 5'9" and was muscled with a well defined body. His muscles weren't bulging like Billie's but instead thin and lithe much like a runners were. He had short almost non-existent hair that was a few shades darker than Rebecca's but still lighter than Billie's. His body was heavily scared from numerous surgeries but he looked to be in almost perfect health. One scar in particular stood out more than the others; it was on his face going from his forehead to his chin running over his left eye. It was the only scar that looked as if it was left to heal naturally, and it was. He was never given a name by his parents, and was only known by his code name. He was Abaddōn, considered to be the pinnacle of their creations in the lab. For his purpose was not to battle directly, but to control an uncontrollable hoard.
Though he was unconscious from the drugs being pumped into his system he was completely aware. The scientists made sure that he could never truly be rendered unconscious. His body was unable to move but his brain was active. He kept his awareness extended as far as he could reach it ranging all the way to a half mile away from the nearby mansion. He felt several people enter his range a few hours ago, but didn't deem it important enough to force himself to move. But now…he felt two new people enter…but something felt wrong about it to him. He could feel the closeness of the two and the underlying fear. But more importantly he felt something he never dreamed imaginable…he felt the urge to protect. The smaller presence was distinctly female and in her he felt a purity that was rare in these times. But it was the larger presence that truly astounded him, it was easily discerned as male, but in him he felt a hope that was just as rare as the purity of the female. One alone would not have spurred him into action but both? He knew it was time to act, and finally pay his tormentors back for the hell he had to endure for 17 years.
It started with a simple twitch of the fingers turning into a clenched fist. He was forcing his body to ignore the drugs so he could do what needed to be done. His eyes opened with an intensity that he never knew he had. He pulled back his fist and with a strength that was disproportional to his body smashed the half inch thick glass of his tank into tiny shards. The red liquid rushed out dragging his body with it. Once out he ripped out the I.V. cables in his arm to stop the sedative and literally tore the breathing mask off his face. He walked over to a table and put on the only thing that was ever given to him by his parents. It was a silver ring with a garnet stone set with an unusual emblem. The emblem was that of demon with bat like wings breaking through a barrier and being struck by lightning. Engraved on the inside was his code name. He frowned as he put it on it being the only piece of clothing he owned. He walked over to a closet and pulled out the only piece of clothing in it, a tattered medical gown.
"It's not much, but it's better than nothing" he said to no one but himself as he put it on. After he finished he walked to a secret door that he had seen several scientists come through. Behind it was a staircase that lead up to what he knew was the mansion. By his calculations it had already been 20 minutes since he first decided to move. The sedative was still in his body making his moves sluggish and uncoordinated. Hopefully he would find them before anything else did, and may god have mercy on them for he would not.
(Back with Billy and Rebecca)
Billy and Rebecca panted as they leaned against the front door of the mansion. The scratching and growling from the other side only scared them into thinking the doors wouldn't hold. They decided to move away deeper into the mansion. Both of them had run out of ammo shooting at those monster dogs, and Rebecca only had her tiny combat knife. Billy only had a little pen knife he found while raiding the train earlier.
"What do we do" asked Rebecca in worry.
"I say we find some place to hole up for a little bit and hopefully your team can find us" said Billy.
"Right" she said as they began walking. They passed by several doors and checked all of them. They were all locked but one. This door led them down a hallway that was empty with several other doors, again all but one locked. The only open door was to a store room that was barely open. All that was stored in it was a bed a chest and a few empty jars in a bookshelf.
"This looks good, small easily over looked, and we can fortify it with the chest" said Billy happily.
"Okay, I hope they don't take too long" she said sitting on the cot like bed. As she sat she began to ponder why there was a chest and bed in a store room. It just didn't make sense to her.
"Hey Billy" she started.
"Yeah" he asked.
"Doesn't it seem strange to you that a storeroom is set up like a crude bedroom" she asked in confusion. Billy stood there and thought about it. It was strange, it was almost as if somebody was supposed to live like this. His thought process was stopped by a whirring of gears and a grinding of rusty metal, as the bookcase filled with jars slid to the side and the wall rose up. Both of them jumped to a defensive position as a figure stepped out of the shadows and into the storeroom. The figure was almost as tall as Billy with short almost non-existent hair, and a goatee. His eyes were an intense silvery grey and he wore nothing but a silver ring and a medical gown.
"Who are you? Why are you here" demanded Billy as he drew his gun to use as a clubbing weapon. The figure glanced at him before moving towards Rebecca, who stood in front of the chest. Billy taking this as a sign of aggression swung his arm…only for it to be caught. The figure glanced at him again before an intense pain spread through his entire arm. He shouted in pain and dropped his gun as his entire arm went numb. The figure continued towards Rebecca as if nothing happened.
Once he reached her he pushed her to the side and opened the chest. After removing a false bottom he pulled out a set of cloths. Without a word he pulled off the medical gown revealing his body to the two stunned people. They could only gape at his scars and lack of modesty, especially in front of a woman.
"Are you two just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to introduce yourselves" he said with his back turned as he pulled up the black pants.
"Why don't you introduce yourself first and why the hell you came up from the wall" said Billy belligerently.
"Fine. I have no given name, just a code name. Just call me Abaddōn, as to why I came up from the wall. Let's just say I'd rather not talk about it" he replied pulling the black muscle shirt on over his head.
"Fine, but then you won't get my name" said Billy.
"Fine by me, but you on the other hand my dear I assume actually have some manners" he said pulling on a black leather trench coat that he left open.
"Rebecca Chambers, but that's officer Chambers to you, and you won't get more than that from me" she said angrily.
"Look, I have my reasons for not wanting to talk about it. I have horrible memories attached to down there. You would avoid bringing them up too if every day was a living hell" he said glaring at both of them. They looked stunned at his revelation. Then they just felt shame at that they wanted to delve into his privacy.
"Wait…I'm sorry. Please we didn't mean to be rude, we're just edgy from earlier. My name is William Coen but everybody calls me Billy" said Billy with an apologetic look on his face.
"It's ok. Just remember a person speaks of their past when they are comfortable with the people around them. In time I may tell you but for now…you understand" he said pulling on the black combat boots that completed the ensemble. When he stood Rebecca's eyes widened. She was amazed at how well he pulled off the black cloths without making it look Goth, and how he looked almost commanding.
"So how did you know the cloths were there" she asked.
"Let's just say that it all has to do with a part of my past. I will say however that these are the only pair here, considering I'm the only one" he replied without thinking.
"The only what" asked Billy suspiciously.
"What do you know of Umbrellas experiments" he asked suddenly.
"They are all depraved souls turned into weapons of hatred. Because of that they should all be killed out of pity. Why do you ask" answered Rebecca.
"What if I told you that for the past couple of minutes you have been talking to one of those weapons of hatred that should be killed out of pity" he replied sadly.
"What do you mean" asked Billy, confused. As far as he knew all of the experiments were mindless creatures that ran completely on instinct. None of them had the capabilities to speak let alone act human.
"Rebecca what do you know of the theory of bioelectricity and controlling it" asked Abaddōn.
"All I know is that bioelectricity is formed from the firing of synapses in the brain. If you can control it than it can be used to enhance the body to beyond natural levels. It is even surmised that if enough can be collected at a single point than it can be released from the body in small bursts. The theory on control is sketchy at best, saying it's all about using a high concentration in the mind to send it throughout the body. However it was never proven because nobody could gather enough of it to make any real difference" she stated having wrote a paper all about it for college.
"Umbrella figured out a way to prove it. The subject was forced through numerous operations throughout its life. Most of them were for enhancing the brain so that the synapses fire at an extreme rate. So extreme in fact that the mind can never truly shut down. The subject would have to have begun the experiments at an extremely young age. A few weeks old in fact, unfortunately they never expected it to become as advanced as it did. They only started the project as a means to control all the other experiments. They called it project biohazard. They started out with 29 test subjects for project biohazard. 28 of them died within the first three weeks. Only one made it to puberty. Now he is the only being originally in the mansion that is still considered alive. His code name is Abaddōn, derived from the Greek word meaning God of Destruction" he said raising his right hand and letting a few bolts arc between his fingers.
"But that would mean" she started her eyes wide hands covering her mouth.
"Yes when I was still a newborn babe, my parents sold me to Umbrella for a few dollars. Ever since I have been used for experiment after experiment, in controlling their bio weapons. However I was also given another purpose by them. If there was ever to be an outbreak than I was to become an eraser. I was charged to destroy every B.O.W and then destroy any incriminating evidence that would point people to Umbrella" he said.
"Ok we know about the bioelectricity thing, what else did they do to you" asked Billy curiously.
"Well they gave me a form of clairvoyance; it enables me to feel if anyone enters a certain radius around my body. The synapses in my head give me a form of empathetic telepathy. In other words I can feel parts of your emotions and certain traits that come with it. It's because of this that I can hunt down those who have been effected. They also gave me immunity to the virus, so now I can never be infected by them. In essence they made my body into the perfect B.O.W. but…they forgot my mind. They screwed with my body but they failed to turn me into their mindless slave. In the end I win, because they don't control me" he said.
"So what will you do now" asked Rebecca curiously.
"I'm going to do what I do best, and that would be hunt down all those infected and turn them into dust" he replied clenching his fist.
"But that's just what Umbrella wants you to do" said Rebecca.
"No they want me to cover their asses. I'm not going to destroy any of the incriminating evidence , just the experiments" said Abaddōn with a sadistic grin.
"Why do I get the feeling we should be scared shitless" asked Billy in worry.
"Because you should be my friend. My sadism is considered legendary to the scientists who tried and failed to warp my mind. Whatever they did I returned in spades, and I enjoyed every second of it" said Abaddōn.
"I think it's best to stay on his good side" said Billy fearfully.
"Agreed" said Rebecca.
"Don't worry you two, I'm not entirely heartless. I just hate Umbrella with a passion" he said softly.
"It's understandable. From what you did tell us…" started Rebecca only to be cut off by the rattling of a doorknob. The door quickly opened as a figure stood there, with a hoard of B.O.W's behind him. The figure rushed in slammed the door, and whipped around leveling his gun at the nearest person who just so happened to be Rebecca.
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