Disclaimer: I do not own any Resident Evil characters or Resident Evil terms but I do own anything else that is original, Kronos virus, everything about the project and much more coming in the next chps.
RESIDENT EVIL
Santa Compaña
By Vickie1
Summary: Santa Compaña. It is a belief Iria McLenlan's mother once told her about – a procession of the dead in torment that follows a mortal down the path of a parish at midnight. A woman of science like herself has outgrown these Galician myths. However, on the 1st January 2000, midnight, she will have no choice but to walk down that blooded path...
Prologue
"Kiddo. You don't scare me at all because I know what it's like to be a monster..."
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Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap!
THAT WAS THE ONLY SOUND that her mind didn't block out. It was a better choice than the dreary, muttering conversation around her. More pleasant-sounding than the voices talking about statistics and numbers...
The subject was constant, never-dying, monotonous enough to make her ears bleed - it was pointless for her to keep track with the blurred out faces surrounding her. Yes, she knew the topic printed within the white sheets on the table. She knew the six people with highly-important names and statuses in the small room.
But she didn't share the ecstasy over the topic. It was all mundane.
Her distractions were the videos. And this was the second time.
It wasn't in her list of priorities to examine them. If it was someone else in her position, it'd be simply a report from a lackey who strained their eyes from day to night and vice versa to see them. But she couldn't help it. Curiosity got the better of her to hit the play button.
The bloodied, mutilated bodies on prison walls and iced floors. The risen corpses twisted in form and hungry for blood. A terrifying 48-hour-long event behind grey snow and she endured all of that.
She had heard about the old Umbrella prison being eradicated by the falling hand of its own benefactor. Half of her wished the nearly-damaged videos had burned along with them - some sheer sick luck that the techs downstairs managed to recover most of the data and she had watched all of it. Now and then, she saw a familiar face from her old college days in the monitor. Probably arrested by Umbrella themselves and tossed there for the crime.
How ironic. Had it been more than six years ago and if Carme hadn't said anything, she would had gone naively to work under Umbrella. Perhaps even landing in that prison herself. But the outcome of the other choice she made otherwise was just as morbid as what could have happened if she were to learn the red-and-white-logoed company's hidden agendas.
She was on the last stretch, ready to throw in the towel and find a bin to throw up until two unknown strangers in the video perked her interest, returning hazel eyes to the screen. As diligently as they tried to escape the horrors in the tapes, she took it upon herself to keep watching.
She had to. She needed to understand what happened...
A brunette and a redhead. That was all she could go by. If she had to guess, their ages were between late teens to early twenties by their appearances.
A voice seemed to call out to her as the scenes replayed in her head again and again. Muffled really but she paid no attention.
She had dove down to the memories like an out-of-body-experience in that meeting room.
The dark blood-filled chambers.
That strange woman in purple, hiding in the background.
The poor young lad captured and pinned down onto a throne in the cold lands of Antarctica.
And him undergoing a horrible transformation before the eyes of the brunette.
A part of her actually wanted to intervene. Somehow. But that was the past, she was in the present.
Again, the deafened voice called out to her.
She watched - an outsider to the recorded theater show. The climax building up. The tentacles wrapping around the running young woman and the escalating of the enormous ceremonial axe above her head.
But there was a fraction that she saw. A moment of hesitation.
You stopped yourself, didn't you?
In the next seconds, she grimly replayed that one scene in her head; watching the green monster be easily taken down for his retaliation.
BAM!
"McLenlan!"
It was a snap, the thoughts dispersing by the slam on the table. The tapping of the pen by her own intention ceased as her trance stopped - a wake-up into grim reality.
"Are you listening! ?" bellowed the lead scientist to her left.
The videos immediately dispersed from her mind. Ah, right. Back to the 'matter' at hand.
She wasn't at the tech rooms. She wasn't in front of the monitors, watching what could be considered a snuff film if anyone was that oblivious in order to save their own sanity.
The head director was in fact, in one of those stuffy meeting rooms in the research floor. In front of eyes, the sight of her daydreaming was taboo to her employees. She could hear their thoughts easily - How could she have doze off like that? Doesn't she know the severity? Why was she even chosen as the director! ?
It was particularly a sign for her to have her role be revoked and given to them, a better choice. Didn't matter her reputation, didn't matter her skills and expertise! Her silly work ethics would be the death of them! A leader gone offline in the head instead of discussing together with intelligent minds to further the potential out of their creation.
Their? If anything, she wanted no part in that abomination. In fact, she'd gladly give them all the credit.
Iria McLenlan was just too tired to care.
"Yes?" On the spot, she reclaimed back her indifferent mask. "What is it?"
Vickie: HELLLLLLOOOOOO everyone! Here is a little CODE: Kronos DLC fanfic. Yup, it's a DLC and it links to my main fic. And this is gonna be some insight of the 1st outbreak inside Theseus Research Facility and my OC, Iria McLenlan.
And you know what? Because this is 'mostly' an OC fanfic...THIS FIC IS GONNA BE SKIMMED OVER BY A LOT OF YOU! Yeah, I know the deal. Not many people like reading OC fanfics. They want their "OH CHRIS GIVE ME YOUR LOVE" SLURPY SLURPY SLURPY TONGUE TOUCH TOUCH and all those sappy romance fics. They don't care about originality in Resident Evil. They want to read about wild animal sex between their fav characters in a love pile. Admit it, THE REASON WHY YOU ARE CLOSING THIS FIC BECAUSE IT DOESN'T MEET TO YOUR ROMANCE EXPECTATIONS!
It's a damn pity that very good-written fics aren't encouraged or don't get a lot of reviews...
Ahem, sorry for my temper but for those who enjoyed reading this prologue, thank you for taking the time to read this and wanting to see what comes out of it. My intention for this fic is yes, considered a DLC because I'm also gonna be thinking of game design like I've done for CODE: Kronos but with changes as this is only about Iria. And what the gameplay would be is...equivalent to Alien Isolation but in a Resident Evil-themed outbreak. JOY~! Best part: You aren't a skilled muscular gunman who can punch a boulder (coughstupidwritingplotcough), you're a scientist with almost little military expertise and only her high intelligence! ):D Brilliant. So yes, this is a single-player game idea.
Anyway, I'll be a little slow on this one and another upcoming fic as later chapters will give spoilers to my main fic, CODE: Kronos. I intend to use all of them as the writing and planning will help me figure out put more depths into things like characters, locations, even for RE characters themselves. So I apologize if I take too long or that I'm working on the main one, and I thank you greatly for reading this fic and taking your time for the next chapter. :) Please review too, feedback is greatly appreciated.
Also, for those who are interested if there are any RE characters in this fic...sigh, there are two, one being Wesker but they make rare appearances in the fic. :/
