~ Resident Evil: Midnight Crisis
~ A Resident Evil Fanfiction Work Created By..
~ Nickah 4:20 ( SkaterNIB@yahoo.com )
(Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil. Capcom does. I own this story and the characters used in it. Don't steal. =/ )

(Author's Notes - Yes, this is my debut back into the fanfiction world... the story starts slow but picks up pace rapidly. Reviews are always welcome )

Chapter One: Beginning of the Nightmare


Enter the town of Granstem... a normally quiet, dull town. However, tonight the fate of its denizens will be placed solely into the hands of three immature and reckless teenagers...

Nick had been living the life of any normal fourteen-year-old until that day. Each day consisted of going to school, goofing off, then coming home and chillin' out. It was a Friday night and Nick's parents were out of town for the weekend... off at a funeral in New York. They told him not to have company so like any normal, social kid, he was throwing a party tomorrow. Everything was all set for him.

The phone next to his bed rang. Groggily, he picked it up, flicking a stray bang out of his face. "Wassaup?" He drawled into the phone. Bad Religion blared in the background from a stereo.

"Hey wussup. Is that party still tomorrow?" Another voice, slightly deeper, replied.

"Heck yeah.. why wouldn't it be? Parents gone, neighbors going shopping... is there any better time to party?" Nick replied, flipping through the channels.

"Just makin' sure man... I'll call you later. Try not to do anything stupid until then, ok?" Click. Nick dropped the phone on the carpet and continued head-banging to punk rock while watching The Man Show.

"Life doesn't get much better." He sighed as he fell back on his bed, a little whoosh coming out from the comforter. He was just getting ready to fall asleep when TV changed from girls jumpin' on trampolines, to an old, wrinkly faced guy with a microphone.

"Huh?" He sat up and grabbed the remote control. He tried to change the channel, but nothing happened...

"Attention... Attention citizens of Granstem... this is the Emergency Broadcast System..." The old man droned.

"An emergency?" Nick said as he began to laugh. Nothing EVER happened in Granstem

"Please... keep calm... there-" The image was interrupted. The TV blacked out.. shortly followed by the lights.

"Your kidding me!" The teenager exclaimed. He picked up the phone... to be greeted by no dial tone. Nick sank back into his bed, wondering if this had to do with the emergency broadcast. Five minutes went by, and still no electricity. Nick was just going to walk downstairs to reset the circuit breaker when a blood-curdling scream ripped through the night. He froze, listening. He didn't hear anything else.

"What the hell was that..?" He thought. He had placed his hand on the doorknob when the sound of glass shattering stopped him. It sounded close. Very close. Realizing that something was definitely not right, he pushed the door open and began to walk downstairs, wincing every time the floor creaked. Once again he stopped, hearing a dog bark. Blinking, he realized he had forgotten to let the dog inside. Shaking his head drowsily, he shambled towards the sliding door downstairs, slipping on his shoes which he had left next to it. He opened the door and walked outside, into the backyard.

"Lady... come here girl..." Nick said in a loud-whisper. While he had no idea what was happening, he was smart enough to take the scream as a warning. Squinting, he managed to discern a dismal black shape that looked like a dog in the distance... and then he remembered..

~Flashback

"Bye Nick!" His mom had said before driving away with his sister, brother, and father. The dog had its head out the window, its tongue out. His brother waved at him as they disappeared into the distance...

A terrifying half roar, half howl, interrupted his flashback. It was met by several others. With that, the black figure began gliding towards him. Nick almost tripped as he scrambled back into the house and slammed the sliding door, locking it. He rounded the
corner, his hands scrambling for the knob to the basement door... when the sliding door's glass crashed open. The click-clack of paws on the hardwood floor filled his ears as he swung open the basement door and slammed it shut, locking it. He figured the wood would keep him safe... for now. Whatever that was had given him a shock; he was feeling pretty woozy and felt like he might vomit. Holding the urge to puke down, he began to walk down the stairs...and tripped. He fell down the bottom flight of stairs, groaning slightly as he began to lift himself up off the ground. He looked up... and his eyes went wide. Two eyes stared right back into his, coming from a face... or at least half a face.

"AHHHHHHH!" He screamed as what looked like a rabid Doberman with half of its skin missing lunged at him. It pounced on him, trying to get at his neck. The teenager managed to give it a cross across the jaw, which just barely phased it enough for him to kick it off of him. He got up, limping away from the creature. Then, his eyes caught on something black and shiny on the one of the shelves. The barrel of the Beretta M92FS his dad kept gleamed from one of the shelves. Instincts kicking in, he frantically limped towards it.

He was just inches from it when he felt a searing pain in his leg. The dog had lunged at his leg, its teeth tearing muscle and ripping skin. He yelped in pain, but managed to grab the Beretta off the shelf. Luckily he had been playing with it earlier and left it
loaded. He kicked the dog off of his leg and fired two rounds into its gut as it lay on the ground stunned. He stepped backwards, leaning on the shelf as support... and would have fainted in shock as he saw the dog get up and made another lunge at him, blood spurting out of its wounded abdomen. He managed to raise the handgun in time and fire another round into the beast. It hit the ground with a thud, blood pooling up around it. He fired two more times, making sure whatever the heck that was wasn't getting back up.

He began groping around on the shelf for the box of bullets for the weapon. His hand caught on the edge of the box and grabbed it, putting it in his cargo pant pocket. He wondered how the dog had gotten into his basement... and noticed the slide door across the room. It was shattered. A loud splinter caught his attention. The beast upstairs was going to break through the door soon.

"Crap..." He mumbled as he limped up the opposite stairs that led to his garage, deciding to make a mad break down the street instead of staying inside the basemen like easy prey.. He could hear more splintering noises as the dog tried to claw away the door. Limping up the steps, the Beretta feebly grasped in one hand, he tried to escape from his own house.

He limped out of the door, into his garage. Both cars were gone, obviously. His injured leg left a trail of blood as he managed to limp over to the garage door and pull it up. He winced at the loud noise it made, which would probably attract God knows what. Nick was in a state of panic now as he heard the other door to the basement splinter even from the garage. He knew what that meant and tried to flee down the street.

"Why is this happening to me!?" He cried as he limped down the street, towards a T-junction. Several howls rang through the night. Nick looked back at his house, still half running-half limping down the street. Several more shadowy figures were gliding out of his garage with great agility. He bit his lip and forced himself to run now, the pain in his leg causing him to flinch every step. He fired a few rounds behind him, trying to scare away the monsters. Unfortunately he didn't know they were mindless...

He had reached the T-junction now, stopping and panting. His leg simply coupled with fatigue wouldn't let him run anymore, so now he had to make a final stand.. He raised the gun, sighting one of the dogs closing in.... and froze as he was caught in the headlights of a jeep. There was a loud screech of rubber burning as the car skidded to a stop. A young man, about Nick's age, jumped out of the jeep.

"Nick! Get in the car!" he yelled. The dogs were only 20 yards off now. Nick limped over to the car and threw himself in. There was another screech of burning rubber as the car took off down the street. The dogs tried to follow, but couldn't catch up to the car. They growled as they decided to look for easier prey...

"What... Joe??" Nick said, looking up at his savior. Joe nodded but kept his eyes on the road. Joe's usually tan pallor seemed somewhat pale in the dark.

"What the heck is happening?" Nick said, looking back to where the dogs were.

"Didn't you see the announcement on TV?" Joe asked. His knuckles were white from clenching the steering wheel so tightly.

"No.. my power went out. What's goin' on?" Nick turned around, starting to reload the clips on his Beretta.

"I'll explain when we get to the school... right now we just need to get out of here." Joe said as he stepped on the gas. The jeep sped forward down the road, well above the speed limit.

"Slow down! What if a cop pulls us over? Neither of us has a license." Nick said, starting to hide the Beretta under a seat. Joe shook his head.

"They're all at the school. The guy on TV wanted everybody at the school. I knew your parents weren't home so I took my mom's other car and went to get you." Joe explained. While they were talking they hadn't managed to notice the black shapes gathering above the car.

"Thanks.. I owe you.. but what were those thi-" Nick was interrupted mid-sentance as a black, feathered creature crashed through the windshield. It fluttered around on the backseat, almost dead. Shortly after, crows began to bombard the jeep like kamikaze bombers. The tires squealed as Joe lost control of the car, sending it into a guard rail. The crows screeched loudly as they flew away. The vile scent of gasoline began to fill the air.

"Crap.. Joe?" Nick mumbled, rubbing his head. He stopped as the smell filled his nostrils. The words "Gas Leak" clicked inside his head. He grabbed Joe's arm and dragged the semi-conscious teenager out of the car. Seconds later, the car leapt up into flames as a spark ignited the gas tank. The force of the blow sent both sprawling backwards onto the ground.

Both were now in a state of unconsciousness. Nearby, some leaves rustled. A dull moan resonated through the night. A head emerged from the brush, followed shortly by a mangled body with bloodied clothing and rotting flesh. Bits of flesh were hanging out of the creature's bloody maw. The thing's twisted face contorted into what could have only been a smile as it looked down at its next two meals. The corpse began to shuffle towards its next victims, its arms raised. Both teenagers were still unconscious... it looked like they were at the end of their ropes..

( End Notes: Don't you love those cliffhangers? I do. =). Anyways, read and respond so I know how I'm doing. Ok? Ok. Thank you for reading this. )