Disclaimer: Five years ago, I made an amateur fanfic called Resident evil Survivor. It was based off ideas I had borrowed from other fanfiction authors who decided it was far too poorly written to be worth reporting. My writing skills have developed over the years, and although some stories are on hiatus at the moment that does not mean that, they are discontinued. I've decided as of now, to do a remake of my first written story. This time, it will not be as Gary Sue as it was before!
Chapter 1: Prelude to the horror
July 28th, 1998, Raccoon City Hall…
It was a beautiful, sunny day! The sky had no clouds and the wind had a pleasant breeze to the environment. A harmonious buzz of celebration was in the air, as the large crowd of citizens cheered for its heroes! Stepping up to, the podium was the honorable Mayor Michael Warren, as he lowered his hands to calm the cheering crowd! A glorious day had come; the case of the cannibalistic cult had been solved. All to the thanks of seven teenagers! "My good citizens of Raccoon city, we are here to honor the brave youths that took it upon themselves to accomplish what are very own R.P.D., could not! I present to you, the heroes of Raccoon City" introduced the mayor.
Stepping away from the podium, he continued to clap along with the crowd as the teens blushed, and wave silently back in response. Clearly, they weren't use to such publicity. One of the teens stepped forward, as he presented himself in front of the podium.
From the way, he seemed to stand, and how the others stepped back; he seemed to be the unofficial leader of this gang of heroes. Smiling, he swallowed hard as he spoke into the microphone. "Thank you for honors my fellow citizens. I am truly grateful for the privilege of being able to help my hometown" spoke the teen. Pushing some sweat from his brow, he continued "We're it not for the help of the R.P.D.'s beginning leads, we would have not made such an attempt to help the city we know and love".
Pointing out an outstretched hand, he said "And thank you, Umbrella Corporations, for the medical assistance that you have provided for all those who were sick from this disease. We're it not for Umbrella's pharmaceutical supplies, none of us would have likely made it back in one piece".
"So once more, thank you Raccoon city for this honor" the teen spoke. Bowing his head in respect, he blushed lightly at the praise. Stepping back, he watched as the mayor spoke once more.
"It is with my privilege, that I bestow upon you seven; these medals for the demonstration of the valor you showed in solving Raccoon cities most dangerous crime," announced the mayor, as he gently placed a golden medal around the teen. Stepping back, he clapped widely as the crowd joined him!
Grinning, the teen waved out to the crowd as he blushed with pride!
O'Connor…
This had to be the most awesome thing to ever happen to him in his life! He and his friends were all heroes!
O'Connor.
This moment was just so great, that it seemed almost too great to be true!
July 19th, 1998, Raccoon City High…
"DREW BETTENCOURT O'CONNOR" screamed the furious algebra teacher, as she tossed her notebook at the uninterested teen!
"WHAT" Drew screamed, startled out of his daydream as his mind snapped back to reality. Blinking several times to erase the dizziness that had come to him, he looked around slowly as slowly returned. What had happened? He was at city hall with his best friends; and he was receiving an award for being a hero when..when…
Looking up, he cringed as he stared into the angered eyes of his algebra teacher; Ms. Blango. If one was to ask, what a stereotypical teacher was, with her nose always in the book and her head up her ass; Ms. Blango would fit the description well. With her hideous beehive hairstyle, and overuse age of makeup to try and hide her wrinkles; Ms. Blango was the worst of the worst.
Readjusting her thick glasses, she snapped "Young man, if your going to daydream then go home and do it their. My make up class if for winners, not day dreamers".
Lowering his head into his book of equations, he grumbled "Y…Yes mam". Watching her turn her back, he silently raised his middle finger in her direction as he thought, "You stuck up, old bitch".
The sixteen year old yawned as he stared out the window at what a nice day it was. He bore a navy blue t-shirt, with slightly ripped jeans. Green ball sneakers adorned his feet as he gently tapped them against the marble floor. One would be wondering why was the dark brown haired boy doing in school when it had let out four days ago. Well unfortunately, he had decided to pull a prank on Ms. By-the-book here with the cool guy/prankster of his group of friends: Sean Rogers.
They had gone and filled up the back seat of her car with maple syrup from the school cafeteria. How they had managed to get over a gallon of that stuff and slip it down the cracks of her partial open window was beyond Drew. But they had done it as revenge for giving their buddy Joe a detention for fist fighting, even though he hadn't started the fight.
Somehow, evidence pointed to Drew, and Sean didn't get caught! What the hell? So, he had to spend a few days after school let out doing what he dredge more then life itself; Algebra. Grumbling to himself, his brown eyes glanced up to the stuck up teacher as he lowered his eyes down to his paper.
Time flew by painfully slow to the point of where Drew was counting the number of wavy lines on his wooden desk. He was that bored! Hearing the bell ring, he immediately became alert! "I'm outta here" he grinned, as he grabbed his bag and rushed for the door; ignoring his teacher to come back and check his answers!
Screw that! His vacation was here, and he was gonna use everyday to put his idea into action! Rushing out of the double door to his prison, he grinned as he called out "I was wondering if you were gonna be here".
Smirking, the boy leaning against the lamppost responded "Had to see if Ms. Tight ass was brutal on you as always. From the looks of how rushed you were to get out of their; she was" laughed Sean. Dressed in a mixture of black and gray, with boots, long shorts and a dew rag bandanna to hide his messy blonde hair; the seventeen year old smirked as he eyed Drew behind his shades.
Grabbing Drew in a headlock, he laughed "Heh, even if you ended up here for four days; the look on her face when she saw the back of her car filled with syrup"! Slapping his knee, he laughed "Priceless"!
Grinning in response, Drew responded "Nah! Her reaction was much better! She swore so loud, I'm sure Canada probably herd her! Then she kicked her own car, and made a huge dent in it! What a moron"!
Following Sean across town, Drew smiled as he thought "Ahh Raccoon City. Whilst your filled to the brim with crime, corruption and dickweeds. I'm proud to call you my home"! Rushing across town as he went and entered Bybee; Drew scanned out for the others! Pretending he was a lookout; he smirked "Captain, I see no sign of our matey's". He had to keep himself from laughing! They acted like such childish morons at times.
"Ahoy skipper! Local idiots spotted off the port bow" Sean grinned as he pointed out over to the café of Emmey's. Inside next to the one were the five other misfit freaks that he called friends! Tapping lightly on the window as Sean swung himself in through the door, he announced, "What's up everyone"?
Receiving the usual hi from the others, Drew smiled as he sat himself down in the booth with his friends as he kicked his feet onto the table. Looking around, he announced "Sorry I'm late, Ms. Blango seemed to determined to keep me staying in longer then usual". Glad that they understood, he said "So, everyone how about we relay the plan once more".
Sitting up, Joseph Torres smirked as he placed his elbows on the table. The sixteen year old rubbed a hand through his shaved hair as he whispered "I can sneak a few of the R. standard pistols with the flash light attachments from my dad's storage locker. So we can get rough with the cult if they try anything". His faux RPD shirt and dark jeans rubbed against the leather cushions. He was the sensible, slight peacekeeper of the group. Ironic that it was he got into a fight before school had ended.
Kevin Williamson added input to the plan, as he said, "I've a supply of all night caffeine pills. Since we're gonna be doing this really late, it'd probably be best for us to have them so we don't fall asleep and wake up with our insides chewed out". Kevin was captain of the Raccoon highs football team. Seventeen, tall and handsome. He was dressed in the blue varsity jacket, and buzz cut. You'd think someone like him wouldn't be hanging out with others like Drew and Joe. Yet it seemed he valued his childhood friends over his status amongst the "cool" kids.
A shaking and trembling Alex O' Riley smiled as he gently popped in a pill into his mouth. His trembling ceased as he inhaled. Brushing his dirty black hair out of his green eyes, he gulped. The sixteen year old then spoke nervously "W..Well, I could get ahold of some of the. equipment. After all, how are we gonna be famous if we don't have any proof". Alex had been bullied almost his entire life. By his parents, kids at school, teachers…everyone seemed out to get him. He had developed a trembling habit whenever he was nervous, so he had to take a pill whenever he was trembling.
Robert Branagh glanced at the trembling Alec as he shook his head. "You really gotta stop getting so shook up Alec. We ain't gonna bite ya" spoke Rob. The only black kid in their gang, the sixteen-year-old son of Marvin Branagh brushed a hand through his shaved hair. His blue steel eyes stared at the table, as he said "I'm more then certain that I can get information outta my dad on where the cannibals seem to be coming from". Rob had always wanted to be a cop like his dad, but Marvin was really resilient towards the idea.
The last one of the gang, Adrian Hernandez grinned "I could get a hold of some first aid sprays from the local drug store. And I'm not talking bout those cheap ones that are for some band-aids. I'm talking about the really potent stuff for serious shit since I doubt the band-aid kinds are gonna cover whatever injuries we get". The Hispanic boy grinned as he said cockily "No one is gonna be able to get by the fake I.D. I got". Readjusting his vest, he dusted off his jeans.
"You mean the one that makes you look twenty four when your so obviously seventeen" Drew smirked at Adrian. Sometimes he wondered why he hung out in this little group.
"Hey c'mon! You know me! Got to keep the age believable" Adrian laughed! Pumping a fist into the air, he laughed, "No one can stop me"! Sitting down, he said "We're gonna catch these cannibals and become heroes"!
"Yeah, I'll bet we'll catch them before STARS does" Kevin grinned. Getting a small elbow to his side, he looked over at Sean. "What" he asked confused.
"I wouldn't mention STARS around Drew here. He's. a personnel grudge against them" Sean whispered, as he eyed Drew who had immediately frowned at the mention of them. "Why don't we talk abo." Sean started.
"I don't mind telling the tale to everyone" Drew interrupted. Sitting up, he said "A few months back, me and Joe got hold of some easy beer from O'Kelly's. Some dumbass had dropped loaded some cases, and we were able to sneak a few out before anyone saw us. We went in the back to enjoy some when we got caught by Chris Redfield". Growling at the mention of his name, he said "What a jerk".
"What do you got against that guy? He's a marksman legend in this town," Robert asked.
"The prick went and socked me, Joe in the jaw a few times, grabbed the beer, and threatened that he would "make the pain worse" if he ever caught me drinking under aged again Took the drinks and then left to return them. I didn't even get a sip," Drew grumbled.
"Wow! I can't believe that! I mean, Redfield is usually very cool headed" Sean said, stunned.
Slamming his fist on the table to get everyone's attention, Drew grunted, "Are you joking me? I heard that guy used to be in a division of the military. All those jarheads have the same anger management issues. All brawn and no brain". Crossing his arms, he grumbled, "I swear, I can't recall a single moment of where he kept a cool head".
"Only when Officer Valentines around" Kevin grinned. A few of the guys sighed at the mention of her name. Officer Jill Valentine was a very competent officer…she was also a very hot one too! Kevin was gonna be eighteen in a few months and he was planning on asking her out once he was!
Diverging away from talk about STARS, Joe called "Everyone, get serious for a moment. This isn't some kid's shit that were gonna be doing". All the boys glanced at Joe, as he continued, "We face the chance of both getting into serious trouble with not only our parents, but the police as well. That, and we could end up facing real certain danger, and I'm not talking about that everyday scuffle danger. I mean life-threatening shit. So, if anyone here wants to back out, then now's the time. I won't look down upon you if you do".
Drew looked at him, stunned as he said "A..Are you serious? You think I first came up with this idea just to back down now. Now way pally! I'm stick through this to the end if I gotta". Kicking back, he grinned "Sides, who else is supposed to keep you morons from getting yourself killed". That earned a quick outburst of wiseass remarks from everyone.
"Meh, I never really was looking for much but hey…this could be fun. Plus, it could give me something to do; so I'm in" Sean smirked. He had a line on combat knives that his dad collected from wars as souvenirs. Even though he never used them, his dad kept them polished and sharpened.
"I'm in. Being a local hero is a good thing to be taken into account when I'm picking out colleges" Kev remarked.
"N..Not going anywhere. Th..this would be good for my se..sel..e..es..Esteem" Alex stuttered out loud.
"My dad will take me seriously and see that I'm able to be a cop, so I'm not going anywhere" Robert said, dead serious.
Adrian hooted as he said, "I got no reason really to wanting to do this. I guess its cause my buddies are gonna do something stupid, so I wanna be their when it happens".
"Your such a tool" Robert mocked.
"I can kick your ass any day" Adrian shot back!
As Drew smiled at the reactions of everyone, he took over. "We'll meet back two days from now with input on when this is all going down. That should give us more then enough time to get what we need and to see too it that we don't over look a single detail. The last thing I want is for us to get bitten in the rear because we overlooked something".
Feeling the morale rising to excellent heights, Drew stood up as he placed a foot on the table. "We're gonna find those cannabis bastards, and show them what happens when they fuck with our town"! Getting a cheer from his group, he hopped down as he said, "Now that we got all business aside, can we please order some food? I'm starving"!
As Drew stepped through the front door of his home, he sighed as he wondered if his dad was home. Knowing him, he was probably out at the RPD still. Hell lately, that's all he had ever seen his dad at, Just cause he was one of the best cops their, didn't mean that he…he might as well just freakin live in the station.
Dropping his bag, Drew strode into the living room as he propped onto the couch. Turning on the TV, he winced as the news came on. The headlines: NINETEEN-YEAR OLD GIRL SURVIVES ATTACK, flashed on the screen. Turning up the volume, Drew sat forward as he listened. Staring at the beautiful, yet stuck up reporter Alyssa Ashcroft; Drew saw the scene of the last attack of the cannibals.
"This is Alyssa Ashcroft, Raccoon news in front of the scene of yet another attack by the mysterious cult. Eileen Gavin's, a nineteen-year-old college student was attacked by one of the members of this cult outside of Kendos Gun store. According to the owner, Robert Kendo; A man, Caucasian, thirties threw himself onto this young girl and attempted to bite her. The owner of the store, Robert Kendo was able to force the man off before shooting him several times point blank in the back. The attacker lumbered off as Kendo called 9-1-1. This was twenty minutes ago, and no word ahs been reached upon the location of the attacker. Eileen Gavin's was unfaultable for comment, but Mr. Kendo here has a few words to say".
Watching carefully, Drew blinked as he could see his father in the background. He recognized him by the baseball RPD cap he wore, under his shaven hairstyle. He was dressed in the standard summer outfit; light blue shirt and navy blue pants. "Hi dad" Drew waved bored as he commented, "Glad to see your apart of this too".
The camera shifted to Robert Kendo, a Japanese American man in his early thirties as he put a hand to his head, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"Mr. Kendo, could you please describe the attack of Ms. Gavin's". Alyssa asked.
"I swear too god, it was the most hideous looking guy I've ever seen. I think he was hiding down in a hole for the past few months, cause he didn't look like he's had any sun for the awhile. His teeth was pretty rotten too, clothes were a mess and he smelled so bad that I had to vomit twice," Kendo informed. Crossing his arms, he said "The guy musta been on something strong, cause I shot him with a Colt .45 several times and yet he still kept getting up and shaking them off like it didn't exist".
Drew seemed to stop listening as he watched the scene of Kendo describing more of the attacker. The cannibals had struck again! If he didn't find out where they were hiding out, they could get someone he cared about! His friends…his dad. Anyone! Eyes shifting to the front door, he silently prayed for his dad to get home soon…
Well, there you have it. The first chapter of my remake of Resident evil Survivor. I'm open to reviews and cristism. So if you feel the need, please don't hesitate. Thank you!