(A/N) I've got a new story that's hopefully interesting for you all. This is a collaboration with a close friend of mine, that we wrote quite a while ago, before I even joined this website. It's kinda random in a way, and the characters will be OOC. At the moment we have just chapter 1 finished, chapter 2 is currently in development.
Ok, on with my usual message, no flames please, if you hate it, keep it to yourself. However, if you think it could be better, recommend improvements, as well as what was good, and what was bad.
DISCLAIMER - I do not own these franchises, or their characters, Resident Evil belongs to CAPCOM, Silent Hill belongs to KONAMI.
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Chapter 1: Misson Briefing
Heather was sat in a library, minding her own business, as she read her favourite book, '50 Shades of Grey.' That was when she heard footsteps approaching. Looking up, she saw it was Vincent, with a seductive smirk.
"Hiya, Heather," he greeted, as he rested his arm on the nearest bookcase.
Heather, with a look of disgust on her face, stood up and went to exit the room, but was promptly stopped by Vincent, who was blocking her path.
"What?"
"I came to ask, if you've seen Pyramid Head around?" asked Vincent.
"No, I haven't seen him," responded the blonde teen. "Now, move out of my way!"
She then proceeded to push the priest out of the way, and storm out of the library.
(...)
"To begin this meeting, we're first going to check off who's here," Chris started, as he stood in front of the meeting room. "Jill?"
"Here, Chris."
"Piers?"
"Aye, aye, captain."
"James?"
"Yes?"
"Murphy?"
There was no response.
"Murphy?" Chris asked again.
Silence.
"I guess he's absent," the BSAA operative stated nonchalantly, as he marked the man's name with a cross. "Harry?"
"Present."
"Leon?"
"Roger."
Chris gave the government agent a perplexed look. "Roger," is used when a message has been received over radio communication, not when signaling that you're present during registration. He was going to tell Leon his error, but he decided to leave it.
"Heather?"
Looking around the room, Chris noticed that she wasn't there, which was odd, as she always attended these important protagonist meetings and on time. "Heather?"
He was about to put a cross next to her name, when the door opened. All eyes in the room looked, to see Heather stood there catching her breath, with Murphy stood behind her, looking at his phone with a grin on his face. "I'm sorry for being late," she said, panting heavily.
"Just go take your seat," Chris responded.
She did as instructed, but followed by Murphy who was still looking at his phone screen.
"OK, so I guess you're all wandering why this emergency meeting is being held," Chris said, taking a remote off the table. He switched on a projector, which displayed an article with the title, "Bioterrorist at Large," with a black and white photo of sunglasses resting on a pavement.
Gasps filled the room, as everyone started to discuss the topic, except Murphy, who seemed to be interested in his phone.
"Chris, could I ask you a question?" Leon asked, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.
"Go on, Agent Kennedy."
"Every time we have these meetings they're always about Wesker. Why is that?"
"What makes you think this is about Wesker?" Chris' blood began to boil at the mention of that man's name, especially when it was coming out of his own mouth.
"Firstly, that article," Leon began. "It displays a photograph of a pair of sunglasses, identical to the ones worn by Wesker. Secondly, the article's title, it mentions bioterrorists, and Wesker is a bioterrorist."
"Are you questioning my authority, Agent Kennedy?"
"No, I'm not, I'm pointing out something that is factual."
Everyone in the room looked at Chris, expecting an explanation. He had a stern look on his face. "The meetings aren't always about Wesker," the man answered, in frustration.
"OK," Leon turned to the person sat beside him. "Murphy, what was last week's meeting about?"
The man in question was still staring into his phone with a wide grin plastered on his face, unaware of his surroundings. Leon noticed that since he'd arrived in the meeting room, Murphy had been staring into his phone.
"What're you looking at?" The American agent asked, snatching the phone out of the convict's hands. When he saw what was on the screen, his eyes widened in horror. "What the...?" he murmured, as he stared at the repugnant image before him.
He hadn't seen anything this foul in his life, and he'd fought zombies and recently ganados, which of course, don't look particularly attractive.
"Leon?" Heather asked, as she dawdled towards the repulsed man. "What is it?"
Leon simply handed the curious girl the mobile device, as Murphy reached to grab it, to no avail.
"Oh my God," she gasped, as eyes that were once filled with concern and curiosity, turned into anger and disgust.
"Heather, are you okay?" asked Harry, who was also curious as to what was on the phone.
The room went silent, as they waited for her to answer, however, Murphy was twiddling his thumbs, looking down at the ground agitated.
"What the hell, Murphy?!" she yelled, causing others in the room to flinch. "This is sick!"
"Quiet!" boomed Chris. "This meeting is going nowhere, and it needs to get somewhere!"
Everyone in the room went silent, as they looked at the muscular man.
"Now," he continued, "give me the phone, Miss Mason and sit back in your seat."
She did as she was told, giving Murphy disgusted looks, as she did so.
"OK, now let's commence with this meeting," the BSAA operative looked sternly at both Heather and Murphy. "So, looking at this article, I'm now sure you all know what this meeting is about."
"Wesker?" Leon said, dryly, with a roll of his eyes.
"Bioterrorism," Chris confirmed, giving the younger man a look of annoyance. "Me and Jill have been doing some research on where the attack is going to take place, what viral strain is being used and most importantly, who's responsible for this plan. However, we've had no luck so far, so I've arranged this meeting to assign objectives to all of you, as this is not a one man job."
"OK, but what are each of us doing?" asked Piers.
"I'm just getting to that," Chris pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket. "I'm splitting us up into two groups of four. Group One will investigate the Spencer Mansion, which is where I theorise the terrorist's headquarters are, and Group Two will stay here and investigate a new pharmacy and ask them questions."
"A pharmacy?" Jill asked. "Chris-"
"I will lead Group One. With me, I'll have Piers, James and Heather."
"Hold on a second, Chris!" Heather yelled. "Jill's experienced in combat, so is Leon."
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Why have me and James with you, we aren't at all experienced."
"Silent Hill counts," Chris responded, with a sigh. "Also, if anything does go wrong, you'll both have me and Piers."
"But-!"
"Group Two will be lead by you, Jill," he continued. "You'll have Harry, Leon and Murphy."
"What?!"
"What is it, now, Agent Kennedy?" Chris asked, with a frustrated sigh.
"Why do me, Harry and Jill have to put up with Murphy?"
"Because, I know you and Murphy are great friends."
"What? This has to be some sort of joke," Leon yelled, in annoyance.
Chris simply dismissed him and continued. "Group Two, there is a cab outside, waiting to take you to your destination," he said. "Get your gear ready, and leave."
"Chris, I'm not-"
"Go, Agent Kennedy."
Leon sighed in defeat and left with the rest of his group.
"As for us," Chris started turning to the remaining occupants in the room. "We're waiting on a chopper to take us to our destination, and it'll be about an hour before it gets here. So, I'm going to give you each a map, and we're all going to discuss the objective."
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And that was the first chapter! I hoped you enjoyed, and look forward to chapter 2. If you're curious, what was on Murphy's phone will be explained later on, so don't think we're leaving plotholes.
