Resident Evil: Dark.
Author's preface:
What possesed me to begin writing this, I don't know. I'm not even a huge X-men fan. I don't know everything about the X-men universe but I do know enough to write a story involving them. I would appreciate any help or information about X-men. If I don't get something right about X-men then by all means let me know. Please however note that this will not follow the X-men/X-force universe exactly. Please bear with me while I attempt to stumble through writing the fanfiction. Also note that I am most often to busy to write, so chapters may be short and updates few in between. Thank you for listening to me ramble on.
R E S I D E N T E V I L : D A R K
A Resident Evil/X-men crossover
By DTemplar
Prolouge
He ran. His feet splashed in the muddy brown water on the road. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He knew these backroads pretty well, having grown up here for much of his life. Behind him the sound of a Humvee rumbling across the bumpy, unkempt roads could be heard. In the jeep were a total of five men. One of them, a gruff looking white haired man with four day old stubble on his chin, was behind the wheel. Another man rode beside him. He had on dark sunglasses. In his left hand was a portable radio. He spoke into it periodically. The third man was dressed in a heavy flak combat jacket. He was standing straight up, sticking out of a hatch in the roof of the hummer. He had his hands rested on dual triggers of a .50 caliber machine gun mounted on the top of the humvee. A fourth had infrared binoculars in his hand. He was holding onto a metal bar running along side the left side of the vehicle. He raised the binocs to his eyes and looked ahead of him. The fith soldier was holding a night equipped rifle. He appeared to be awaiting some type of orders.
The Humvee sloshed through another large puddle, creating a wide plume of frothy water splashing onto the man standing on the side of the truck. Several yards ahead of them was a boy not much older than fifteen running. The boy was running in a zig-zag pattern, he dashed in and out and between bushes, trying the avoid the truck behind him. The boy was beginning to tire. The only reason why the truck had not caught up with him was because of the amount of obstacles in the way. The boy ran, he tripped over a fallen log but quickly regained his footing. He looked behind his shoulder as he ran. The truck was closing in fast. He came out of the small thicket of trees the roads passed through straight into a clear field. He realized his mistake too late. The truck peeled through another puddle. The boy had nowhere to run now. He had only one choice left. His powers. He hated to use them because they scared the shit out of him. Everyone who had seen him use them had called him a freako and made fun of him. He raised his hands up slowly just as the truck came to a complete stop. The man with binoculars stepped off the trucks siderail. Since the boy hap his arms up it appeared that he had surrendered. The soldier drew a handgun and slowly approached the boy. In the blur of an instant the boy stuck his arms straight out in front of him. His eyes glowed bright gold. Golden wisps came out of his mouth and his head tilted backwards. The soldier with his pistol drawn flew back into the hood of the truck with enough force to make a good sized dent in the armor. The rifleman soldier hopped off the truck. The soldier brought the heavy machine gun to bear on the boy. Inside the truck the man with the radio smiled.
The soldier driving the truck got out and drew his handgun, using the open door for protection. The boy still had the glowing gold to him. He was looking aroun frantically. The rifleman raised his gun up, bringing the boy into his sights. The boy turned on his heel and began to run for all he was worth. The rifleman pulled the trigger of his rifle back. A soft pop-pop could be heard. The darts whistled through the air without a sound. With a small thump they planted themselfs into the boy's shoulder. The boy continued to run but he began to slow, then stumble like a drunken person. After several minutes he collapsed. Two men went to their injured friends aid. The man with the hand radio stepped out of the truck. He and the rifleman walked over to the boy. The rifleman knelt down and turned the boy over slowly, keeping a pistol pointed at the boy the whole time. The boy was wearing overalls with a red t-shirt. He had on an old looking necklace with a small pendant on it. The soldier opened the pendant up. Inside was a small picture of the boy and an older man with graying hair with a blonde woman. The woman and the boy were sitting down on a bench. The man was standing behind them with a solemn expression on his face. A large old oak tree made the background for the picture. The rifleman closed the pendant as the radio soldier approched. He stood up and handed the pendant to him. "The target has been subdued sir" he spoke softly. Behind them one of the other soldiers called for medical support.
The boy sat on some lush green grass. Behind him was a woman dressed in a pink sundress. A man in workmans clothes stood behind her, a hand resting on her shoulder. "Auntie!" The boy spoke. The woman held out her hands, smiling, as he ran towards her. He was laughing cheerfully until his aunt got a pained look on her face. She moaned as a bullet struck her chest and went straight through. He turned behind him with horror on his face to see a faceless man dressed in white combat fatuiges. He was holding a pistol in his hand, the barrel had a fresh wisp of smoke coming from the end. Then the man pointed the pistol at the boy and fired. The boys eyes went wide as the whole world around him shattered.
He came to feeling groggy and disorientated. He tried moving his arms but he could not. They were strapped down to some sort of table or bed, he couldnt tell which yet. He then tried moving his legs but they were tightly strapped too. He gave up and decided that, since he could still move his head to some degree, he might as well have a look around him. His head still hurt and his field of vision still blurry but he could get a basic idea of his surroundings. The room he was in appeared to be large. The ceiling was high and vaulted in some areas. The whole room was a clean, sterile white color. Ahead of him was a large metal door. A symbol was painted on it. The symbol looked like the top view of an umbrella. The umbrella symbol was colored in alteranting red and white sections. Presently the doors hissed open and fou men wheeling a metal cart came in. The door shut behind them. The boy turned his head to the side the men were on to get a look at them. They were wearing some sort of white uniforms with plastic wrapped around the cloth. Each one was wearing a half-face breathmask. He could hear the deep regulator breathing coming from the masks clearly. He could only get a half view of the contents on the cart. The was a small metal box that had what looked like reinforcing bars of metal wrapped around it. On the front was a small and complicated electronic lock. A man came over to him and help up an IV cable. He then cleaned and area on the boy's wrist and inserted the tube. The boy winced in pain and said "What are you doing to me?! Who are you people and where am I?". The man just ignored him and went right on past him. Another white clad man swiped a small red card in the box's lock. It beeped and after a moment it opened. The man removed a small tube filled with a purple-redish substance. The man produced a small injection set from his pocket and assembled it together. He then loaded the tube into a slot in the end of it. It clicked softly and hissed. The boy's eyes widened in fear, his pupil's now clear. His pupil's were a deep and shining golden color. He winced his eyes tightly as he summoned his energies. When he was ready to unleash his powers he was shocked to find them unusable. "Wha- what did you do to me?!? AUGHHH" He screamed. The man with the needle stepped back for a moment. He waited for a few seconds while his colleuges looked on. He then stepped foward and pressed the tip of the needle to the boy's wrist. The boy wrestled in his bindings. "Do it. Inject the mutant subject now." one of the white and plastic clad men told the needle bearer. "Yes sir." the man with the needle replied. He pushed the needle into the boy's skin. The boy yelped in pain as it slid through the epidermis layer and into the vein. The man pressed a button on the back of the injection tool. The boys eyes turned glassy and soon his vision faded to black.......
A/N: Well, have I got you intrigued? Please review this! I want to know if it is good or interesting enough to continue! I will try to get the next part up soon if I get enough feedback. I don't mind flames so long as they are reasonable. If you flame please state what is wrong and tell me how I could improve if you can. No "Your story suck ass!" one liner flames. Those are stupid and they do nothing to help me figure out why my story "sucks ass". Thank you for wasting your time reading this crap. Now go and find something you'd rather do besides this!
Wow, look! My disclaimer is on the bottom!! AHAHAHA!!! I'm a pioneer!
I dont own Resident Evil or X-men. Those titles are owned by Capcom and Marvel respectivley.
Author's preface:
What possesed me to begin writing this, I don't know. I'm not even a huge X-men fan. I don't know everything about the X-men universe but I do know enough to write a story involving them. I would appreciate any help or information about X-men. If I don't get something right about X-men then by all means let me know. Please however note that this will not follow the X-men/X-force universe exactly. Please bear with me while I attempt to stumble through writing the fanfiction. Also note that I am most often to busy to write, so chapters may be short and updates few in between. Thank you for listening to me ramble on.
R E S I D E N T E V I L : D A R K
A Resident Evil/X-men crossover
By DTemplar
Prolouge
He ran. His feet splashed in the muddy brown water on the road. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He knew these backroads pretty well, having grown up here for much of his life. Behind him the sound of a Humvee rumbling across the bumpy, unkempt roads could be heard. In the jeep were a total of five men. One of them, a gruff looking white haired man with four day old stubble on his chin, was behind the wheel. Another man rode beside him. He had on dark sunglasses. In his left hand was a portable radio. He spoke into it periodically. The third man was dressed in a heavy flak combat jacket. He was standing straight up, sticking out of a hatch in the roof of the hummer. He had his hands rested on dual triggers of a .50 caliber machine gun mounted on the top of the humvee. A fourth had infrared binoculars in his hand. He was holding onto a metal bar running along side the left side of the vehicle. He raised the binocs to his eyes and looked ahead of him. The fith soldier was holding a night equipped rifle. He appeared to be awaiting some type of orders.
The Humvee sloshed through another large puddle, creating a wide plume of frothy water splashing onto the man standing on the side of the truck. Several yards ahead of them was a boy not much older than fifteen running. The boy was running in a zig-zag pattern, he dashed in and out and between bushes, trying the avoid the truck behind him. The boy was beginning to tire. The only reason why the truck had not caught up with him was because of the amount of obstacles in the way. The boy ran, he tripped over a fallen log but quickly regained his footing. He looked behind his shoulder as he ran. The truck was closing in fast. He came out of the small thicket of trees the roads passed through straight into a clear field. He realized his mistake too late. The truck peeled through another puddle. The boy had nowhere to run now. He had only one choice left. His powers. He hated to use them because they scared the shit out of him. Everyone who had seen him use them had called him a freako and made fun of him. He raised his hands up slowly just as the truck came to a complete stop. The man with binoculars stepped off the trucks siderail. Since the boy hap his arms up it appeared that he had surrendered. The soldier drew a handgun and slowly approached the boy. In the blur of an instant the boy stuck his arms straight out in front of him. His eyes glowed bright gold. Golden wisps came out of his mouth and his head tilted backwards. The soldier with his pistol drawn flew back into the hood of the truck with enough force to make a good sized dent in the armor. The rifleman soldier hopped off the truck. The soldier brought the heavy machine gun to bear on the boy. Inside the truck the man with the radio smiled.
The soldier driving the truck got out and drew his handgun, using the open door for protection. The boy still had the glowing gold to him. He was looking aroun frantically. The rifleman raised his gun up, bringing the boy into his sights. The boy turned on his heel and began to run for all he was worth. The rifleman pulled the trigger of his rifle back. A soft pop-pop could be heard. The darts whistled through the air without a sound. With a small thump they planted themselfs into the boy's shoulder. The boy continued to run but he began to slow, then stumble like a drunken person. After several minutes he collapsed. Two men went to their injured friends aid. The man with the hand radio stepped out of the truck. He and the rifleman walked over to the boy. The rifleman knelt down and turned the boy over slowly, keeping a pistol pointed at the boy the whole time. The boy was wearing overalls with a red t-shirt. He had on an old looking necklace with a small pendant on it. The soldier opened the pendant up. Inside was a small picture of the boy and an older man with graying hair with a blonde woman. The woman and the boy were sitting down on a bench. The man was standing behind them with a solemn expression on his face. A large old oak tree made the background for the picture. The rifleman closed the pendant as the radio soldier approched. He stood up and handed the pendant to him. "The target has been subdued sir" he spoke softly. Behind them one of the other soldiers called for medical support.
The boy sat on some lush green grass. Behind him was a woman dressed in a pink sundress. A man in workmans clothes stood behind her, a hand resting on her shoulder. "Auntie!" The boy spoke. The woman held out her hands, smiling, as he ran towards her. He was laughing cheerfully until his aunt got a pained look on her face. She moaned as a bullet struck her chest and went straight through. He turned behind him with horror on his face to see a faceless man dressed in white combat fatuiges. He was holding a pistol in his hand, the barrel had a fresh wisp of smoke coming from the end. Then the man pointed the pistol at the boy and fired. The boys eyes went wide as the whole world around him shattered.
He came to feeling groggy and disorientated. He tried moving his arms but he could not. They were strapped down to some sort of table or bed, he couldnt tell which yet. He then tried moving his legs but they were tightly strapped too. He gave up and decided that, since he could still move his head to some degree, he might as well have a look around him. His head still hurt and his field of vision still blurry but he could get a basic idea of his surroundings. The room he was in appeared to be large. The ceiling was high and vaulted in some areas. The whole room was a clean, sterile white color. Ahead of him was a large metal door. A symbol was painted on it. The symbol looked like the top view of an umbrella. The umbrella symbol was colored in alteranting red and white sections. Presently the doors hissed open and fou men wheeling a metal cart came in. The door shut behind them. The boy turned his head to the side the men were on to get a look at them. They were wearing some sort of white uniforms with plastic wrapped around the cloth. Each one was wearing a half-face breathmask. He could hear the deep regulator breathing coming from the masks clearly. He could only get a half view of the contents on the cart. The was a small metal box that had what looked like reinforcing bars of metal wrapped around it. On the front was a small and complicated electronic lock. A man came over to him and help up an IV cable. He then cleaned and area on the boy's wrist and inserted the tube. The boy winced in pain and said "What are you doing to me?! Who are you people and where am I?". The man just ignored him and went right on past him. Another white clad man swiped a small red card in the box's lock. It beeped and after a moment it opened. The man removed a small tube filled with a purple-redish substance. The man produced a small injection set from his pocket and assembled it together. He then loaded the tube into a slot in the end of it. It clicked softly and hissed. The boy's eyes widened in fear, his pupil's now clear. His pupil's were a deep and shining golden color. He winced his eyes tightly as he summoned his energies. When he was ready to unleash his powers he was shocked to find them unusable. "Wha- what did you do to me?!? AUGHHH" He screamed. The man with the needle stepped back for a moment. He waited for a few seconds while his colleuges looked on. He then stepped foward and pressed the tip of the needle to the boy's wrist. The boy wrestled in his bindings. "Do it. Inject the mutant subject now." one of the white and plastic clad men told the needle bearer. "Yes sir." the man with the needle replied. He pushed the needle into the boy's skin. The boy yelped in pain as it slid through the epidermis layer and into the vein. The man pressed a button on the back of the injection tool. The boys eyes turned glassy and soon his vision faded to black.......
A/N: Well, have I got you intrigued? Please review this! I want to know if it is good or interesting enough to continue! I will try to get the next part up soon if I get enough feedback. I don't mind flames so long as they are reasonable. If you flame please state what is wrong and tell me how I could improve if you can. No "Your story suck ass!" one liner flames. Those are stupid and they do nothing to help me figure out why my story "sucks ass". Thank you for wasting your time reading this crap. Now go and find something you'd rather do besides this!
Wow, look! My disclaimer is on the bottom!! AHAHAHA!!! I'm a pioneer!
I dont own Resident Evil or X-men. Those titles are owned by Capcom and Marvel respectivley.